Seeing that the atmosphere was somewhat silent, Jiang Wanqing stood up and said softly to Ye Chen: "Okay Ye Chen, please don't embarrass Mr. Wang anymore. He is also very old. Because of your phone call, he traveled thousands of miles to come here." Here. With such sincerity, I think you should give him a chance."
"Hey, eldest wife, you don't understand. I really want to give him a chance, but he doesn't live up to his expectations." Ye Chen shook his head, looking helpless.
"What should I say?" Jiang Wanqing frowned.
Pointing to a few calligraphy and painting works on his desk, Ye Chen said with disdain: "Look, these calligraphy and paintings should be the works of this old guy. Tsk, tsk, tsk, the level is too poor. In calligraphy, After studying it for decades, I have just reached this point, and I’m going to hang myself with a noodle.”
Wang Gaizhi's face was burning. These paintings were his most proud works.
But in Ye Chen's eyes, they were all trash, which made him feel ashamed.
"I'm not a cruel person. To be honest, with his qualifications, he can't be my disciple." Ye Chen said calmly.
Regardless of everything else, the old guy just can't pass that test.
If he had accepted a disciple as stupid as Wang Gaizhi, and the old guy found out one day, he would not be able to come down from Yunluo Mountain with a machete and chop him. It would be too embarrassing for the master.
"You think everyone is as evil as you." Jiang Wanqing glanced at Ye Chen.
She found that Ye Chen was good at everything, but he had a misunderstanding as a human being. He always liked to think that everyone was a genius like him.
In fact, looking around the world, there are not many people like Ye Chen.
In Ye Chen's eyes, Wang Gaizhi's calligraphy is just child's play, but in the eyes of 99.999% of the people on Blue Star, it is already insurmountable.
"Uh..." Jiang Wanqing's words stunned Ye Chen.
Jiang Wanqing struck while the iron was hot and said: "Mr. Wang is the most outstanding calligrapher in the past thirty years. He is also proficient in cursive script, official script and running script. Being your disciple is definitely not an insult to your master."
"But..." Ye Chen wanted to say something else, but Jiang Wanqing glared back.
"It's nothing, I just decided happily. Even if I don't accept him as a direct disciple, it's still good to accept him as a named disciple. It's not in vain for him to come all the way here to come here."
Jiang Wanqing said, her tone filled with an unquestionable flavor.
"That's...ok." Ye Chen smiled bitterly and nodded.
Having said this, he couldn't think of any other solution except reluctantly agreeing.
Wang Gaizhi was also a mature man. When he heard Ye Chen relent, his eyes suddenly lit up and he immediately knelt down and kowtowed to his master.
"Get up, for the sake of my eldest wife, I will reluctantly accept you as a registered disciple." Ye Chen looked very reluctant.
But Wang Gaizhi didn't care. For him, as long as he could successfully become a disciple, that was a good thing.
"Thank you, Master, for your kind words." Soon, Wang Gaizhi got up from the ground and bowed deeply to Jiang Wanqing.
He has not forgotten the kindness of this young master's wife. If it weren't for her support, it would not be that simple for him to get what he wanted.
"Mr. Wang is too polite, I'm just telling the truth." Jiang Wanqing smiled lightly.
After scratching his head, Wang Gaizhi suddenly said with some embarrassment: "Master, please stop making fun of me. Compared with the teacher's calligraphy, my calligraphy is really nothing."
"Is this guy really that powerful?" Jiang Wanqing turned to look at Ye Chen.
She knew Ye Chen's origins, but she didn't think he was proficient in everything, especially calligraphy.
Maybe Ye Chen's realm is very high, but it's useless to have a high realm, because calligraphy focuses on one word.
Wang Gaizhi stared at Ye Chen with burning eyes, and said with some excitement: "Teacher, I haven't seen you show off your skills for a long time. I wonder if you can show it to everyone now?"
"Good." Ye Chen nodded directly. He just said it without practicing tricks. To convince everyone, he had to show the corresponding strength.
Wang Gaizhi took matters into his own hands and put away all the calligraphy and paintings on his desk. Then he took clean rice paper and a brush and spread them out for Ye Chen respectfully.
Ye Chen sighed and couldn't help but shake his head and said, "You were wrong in the first step."
"Teacher, please clarify." Wang Gaizhi was shocked and quickly asked for advice.
"Who stipulates that rice paper must be used for calligraphy display? As long as you work hard, ordinary white paper is also acceptable. If you stick to writing on rice paper, your achievements are destined to be limited." Ye Chen said lightly.
Wang Gaizhi trembled all over, and suddenly showed a look of enlightenment. He nodded and said seriously: "Disciple has been taught."
As he spoke, he lifted up the rice paper on the table, walked to the corner, and picked up a piece of A0-sized white paper.
Spreading out the white paper, Wang Gaizhi polished the ink for Ye Chen himself, without any look of impatience on his face.
Everyone stared intently at the old man and the young man in front of them. They also wanted to see what shocking works this strange pair of master and apprentice could bring to them.
Ye Chen stood in front of his desk with a solemn face. He was holding a brush, but no words were written.
Time passed little by little, and after twenty minutes of waiting, the white paper in front of Ye Chen was still white.
This made everyone a little uneasy. What on earth is Mr. Wang, the new little teacher, doing.
Even if it requires some conceiving and brewing before putting pen to paper, the brewing time is probably too long.
"Hurry up, stop the ink stains." Jiang Wanqing frowned slightly and couldn't help but urge.
In the entire office, she was the only one who dared to talk to Ye Chen like this.
Others, even elders like Jiang Qingzhong, did not dare to talk to Ye Chen like this.
Ye Chen's body trembled, as if Jiang Wanqing's words suddenly woke him up from sleep.
"Um, what time is it now?" Ye Chen scratched his head and looked confused.
"What's your height? Didn't I say that I wanted to show off my calligraphy? You've been standing here for more than twenty minutes. Are you still writing?"
Jiang Wanqing glared at Ye Chen, and she knew that this guy would come out on time.
"Teacher, what do you want to write?" Wang Gaizhi asked.
Although he was a little confused, he didn't think Ye Chen was deliberately teasing everyone.
Glancing at his apprentice with mediocre qualifications, Ye Chen didn't say anything and just smiled slightly.
The next second, his temperament changed, becoming calm and calm, and he really had the demeanor of a great calligrapher.
Ye Chen picks up the pen and puts it down. Sometimes the pen moves like a dragon or a snake, sometimes it draws a silver hook, and the large black characters appear on the paper, neatly arranged, and full of elegance.
Wang Gaizhi raised his eyes to look at the big characters on the white paper, and felt a buzzing sound in his mind.
"This...is this a picture of a hundred years of longevity?" Wang Gaizhi asked with shock on his face.
He could see that the word "longevity" on it seemed messy, but actually included a hundred kinds of fonts.
It's amazing that he, a little teacher, is proficient in a hundred fonts at the same time.
You know, he has been studying calligraphy for decades, and now he can only be said to be proficient in a few fonts.
And just looking at the heat of those fonts, he was obviously not as good as Ye Chen, missing something.
"Don't be surprised, the surprise is still to come." Ye Chen smiled lightly.
Under everyone's gaze, he lifted up the white paper.
A shocking thing happened, the words on the white paper disappeared, and the smooth paper turned white again.
"Huh?" Jiang Wanqing was stunned and a little confused. Is Ye Chen doing a magic trick?
Only one Wang Gaizhi suddenly seemed to think of something, and he looked towards the desk with a shocked expression.
boom!
Wang Gaizhi almost suffered a myocardial infarction and passed out on the spot.
why?
Because he saw a miracle.
It turned out that the large black characters on the white paper did not disappear, but soaked into the desk surface in a strange way.
"Three points into the wood." Wang Gaizhi gasped, looking at Ye Chen with an inexplicable look of horror.
My little teacher's attainments in calligraphy are truly incredible.
