Liu Yi smiled.

If Huang Feiyun wrote something else, it would be fine, but he would rather write Song font. Isn’t this going to play a big knife in front of Master Guan? He overestimated his ability.

When Zhang Chuwen saw the font written by Huang Feiyun, he felt that he had seen it somewhere, but he couldn't think of it for a while. However, when he saw the smile on Liu Yi's face, he suddenly thought, isn't this the font written by Liu Yi at their house a few days ago?

Zhang Chuwen clearly remembered that the last time Liu Yi answered Chuchu's test questions, the five words "If you have apricots, don't need plums" were written in this way. When he saw it, he thought that Liu Yi's words were a bit novel and strange, and never thought that this was a new type of calligraphy.

Seeing that Zhang Chuwen seemed to have seen some clues, Liu Yiuan chuckled and nodded at him. He stood up, walked to Huang Feiyun, picked up the brush he had just put down, and used the brush as if flying. He wrote a big word "小" next to Huang Feiyun's "小" next to the word "小" on his face.

The font is thick and vigorous, and it is so much better than Huang Feiyun's writings.

Liu Yian picked up the paper, blew it twice, and handed it to Huang Feiyun and said, "Brother Feiyun, please read it. I wonder what the word Liu wrote?"

Huang Feiyun took the paper and looked carefully, then looked at Liu Yiyi for a while with a complicated expression. As if he had thought of something, he put down the scholar's shelf and bowed to Liu Yi and asked, "Do you dare to ask Brother Liu, have you been to Chang'an in more than a month?"

"Liu has been in Sanyuan forever and has never left. Why did Brother Feiyun ask such a question?" Liu Yi shook his head with his hands behind his back, wondering what this kid meant.

"I dare to ask again. I wonder how many cold and cold Brother Liu has practiced this kind of calligraphy?" As he spoke, Huang Feiyun's expression seemed a little excited, and his eyes became more eager when he looked at Liu Yi.

Liu Yitiao was a little furious when he saw him. Could it be that this kid was sick? He thought about it carefully and had only been practicing for four or five years from elementary school to junior high school. Then he answered: "Not much, only five years!"

After hearing this, Huang Feiyun's entire eyes lit up. He hurriedly put the paper in his hand and put it carefully in his arms. Then he respectfully bowed to Liu Yi and said, "Feiyun was rude before, so I hope he won't be surprised."

"Uh?!" Liu Yi and Zhang Chuwen were both stunned. What was the performance? Huang Feiyun, who had been trying to trouble Liu Yi, became so polite for a moment?

"I dare to ask Mr. Liu who mastered the calligraphy master, Feiyun wants to visit him." Huang Feiyun stood up, looked at Liu Yike eagerly, and said with a bow: "I hope Mr. Liu can recommend Feiyun!"

"Brother Feiyun, what do you mean?" Isn't it just a new type of font? Why do they all seem to have seen some popular stuff? Li Ru was like this in the past, Wang Zhihong was like this later, and Huang Feiyun is still like this now. I really don't understand the thoughts of these ancient people. Liu Yi turned sideways and said to Huang Feiyun: "Brother Feiyun, one is just a farmer's ear. Where can I get a master? Did Brother Feiyun misunderstand?"

"Mr. Liu, don't deceive Feiyun. This Liu's calligraphy suddenly appeared in Chang'an City more than a month ago. I have never seen anyone write it before. Mr. Liu has never been to Chang'an recently and has been learning this calligraphy for more than five years. If it weren't for everyone's teachings, how did you learn this word?" Huang Feiyun stared at Liu Yi and suddenly said: "This calligraphy is called 'Liu's calligraphy'. Mr. Liu has been practicing this for a long time. Yes, yes, this book must have a great relationship with Mr. Liu." As he said that, Huang Feiyun bowed to Liu Yi and said: "I hope Mr. can give me advice and recommend one or two to Feiyun!"

"A good brother," Zhang Chuwen stood up at this time and pleaded for Huang Feiyun: "Brother Feiyun has always loved calligraphy and has almost reached a state of obsession. If the respect for the teacher is nearby, you can fulfill him."

"This," Liu Yi smiled bitterly, shrugged at Zhang Chuwen and Huang Feiyun, and said, "Brother Chuwen, Brother Yun Fei, it is not that I am unreasonable and do not want to recommend it, but that my calligraphy has never been taught by me. This writing method was created by me. In this way, where can I find everyone for me to come back for me?"

"You?!" Huang Feiyun looked Liu Yiyi up and down, and said with disbelief: "Mr. Liu, your 'Liu Calligraphy' is indeed perfect, but if you say it was created by you, please forgive Feiyun for being rude and Feiyun does not believe it. Looking at Mr. Xu's appearance, he should be less than twenty years old. Even if the teacher learns to read at the age of three and learns calligraphy at the age of five, it will only take more than ten years. Feiyun doesn't believe that Mr. Liu can create a calligraphy that is completely different from the modern masters in this just ten years."

No wonder Huang Feiyun didn’t believe it. Even the saint of calligraphy Wang Xizhi could not do this, let alone Liu Yi and a farmer?

Huang Feiyun didn't believe it, but Zhang Chuwen was half-believing and half-doubting.

Before Liu Yi and Zhang Chuchu were settled, Zhang Chuwen had secretly visited his future brother-in-law. The conclusion was that Liu Yi was a man with great talent and was good at being tolerant. If he didn't speak, he would make a big splash. Therefore, he would not object to his sister marrying Liu Yi, the farmer.

"Your brother, is this book really created by you?" Zhang Chuwen couldn't help but want to confirm that if it was true, then his brother-in-law would be a rare treasure. Calligraphy masters and masters can be famous for their eternity with this alone.

"If the two brothers don't believe it, they can't either. This kind of thing cannot be distinguished by just talking about it." Liu Yi looked like he loved it or not. Then he took out the gifts and letters to Zhang Chuchu from his arms and handed them to Zhang Chuwen and said, "Brother Chuwen, this is a gift and a letter I want to give to Miss Chuchu. I'll bother Brother Chuwen to hand it to Miss Chuchu. I'll thank you in advance."

"Oh," Zhang Chuwen reached out to take it, looked at Liu Yi with a smile and said, "Don't worry, brother, Chuchu is in the room, so I took the things with her, and I think she was anxious to wait."

After saying that, Zhang Chuwen accused Huang Feiyun of guilt and entered the inner room.

"Mr. Liu," as soon as Zhang Chuwen left, Huang Feiyun bent down to Liu Yi's body and said respectfully: "No matter whether Mr. Liu's words were true or not, he was proficient in Liu's calligraphy but he was not chiseled. Feiyun saw it himself, so Feiyun was willing to ask here, and Mr. can teach me."

"Hey," Liu Yi hurriedly reached out to stop Huang Feiyun and said, "Brother Feiyun doesn't have to do this. Yi Yi can't stand such a gift like you."

When Huang Feiyun stood up straight, Liu Yiu said, "Brother Tiaoguan Feiyun is also a person who loves calligraphy. If you are interested, you can discuss it. Yi Yi is a talented person and learns in a shallow way, but he cannot take the word "teach"."

Seeing that Huang Feiyun was so polite now, Liu Yiu also became polite.

"Thank you, sir." Huang Feiyun was happy when he saw Liu Yi's agreement and begged Liu Yi: "Feiyun wants to ask Mr. for a piece of ink treasure, but I wonder if Mr. would like to give it to me?"

Seeing that Huang Feiyun was so earnest, Liu Yiu was not able to refuse, so he agreed readily.

There are ready-made pens, ink, paper, inkstone, and Liu Yi picked up the pen and wrote on the paper:

What is life like everywhere?

Just like flying geese stepping on the snow mud.

Accidentally leaving fingers on the mud,
Chapter completed!