Long Junchen looked at Xu Yicheng's fingers and was stunned. The Du family and son next to him also turned their eyes to Long Junchen. Long Junchen cursed inwardly, and actually used himself as a shield. Who knew that Xu Yicheng looked at him with a smile, which meant, who made you stand by and watch just now?

When they came in, they ignored the simple-dressed young man. They thought that this guy was just a driver and came in to have a meal. Why has he become Xu Yicheng's closed disciple now?

Du Yiai looked a little ugly. Du Zelin pulled him back, with a sarcastic look on his face. He bowed to Xu Yicheng and said, "Old Xu, don't be irritated and seek medical treatment. Just this waste? Hasn't even grown all the hairs? Still closing the disciple? Old Xu, you have to have a clue to lie."

Du Zelin was not polite at all. He looked at Long Junchen, who had been sucking his head and sucking tea with disdain. If this kid dared to compete with his son for Xu Yicheng, he would definitely want Long Junchen to look good.

Now everyone's eyes were looking at Long Junchen. At this time, he could not just say nothing like a little white rabbit. He stood up and said respectfully: "This is my master, Xu Yicheng, I am his disciple, my name is Long Junchen."

"Bah, you are worthy of being Mr. Xu's disciple? Don't you look at how much you weigh?" Du Yiai finally couldn't help it and cursed.

Long Junchen calmly clarified his sleeves and said lightly: "Why are those who accomplish great things so impatient? You are so famous, but you can't make any famous paintings or write any good characters."

"I can't draw it, what's your business? If you have a good idea, let's compete. If you draw better than me, let's forget about this today. If it's not as good as me, chop off your hands." Du Yiai smiled sinisterly, revealing her big white teeth that looked like crescent white.

Long Junchen spread his hands, looking indifferent. When he was at Dragon Walker, he was a master of calligraphy and painting trained by Xu Yicheng. Although he had not touched his pen for a long time, his foundation was still there.

Du Yiai clenched his fists angrily, "Stupid brat, don't be slapping the swollen face and pretending to be fat, boss, prepare for the pen and ink!"

Du Yiai was also impatient and did whatever he wanted. Du Zelin next to him did not dare to be too presumptuous because Xu Yicheng was present. He grabbed Du Yiai's hand and said tentatively: "Mr. Xu, do you think it's appropriate?"

Xu Yicheng glanced at Long Junchen next to him, raised his chin, and remained silent. The meaning was very obvious, and Long Junchen had the final say.

Long Junchen had never had any good feelings for these playboys, and he immediately said provocatively: "Okay, I still have to eat. I should compare faster."

"What a big tone, then since that's the case, if you don't write well, just leave a hand." Du Zelin has been the mayor of Yinhai City for so many years and has never seen such a crazy person. Besides, he really doesn't think that this young man who doesn't seem to have any good words to write.

Long Junchen simply and harshly commented on "noise" and then left the hall first. Du Zelin behind him was so angry that he was itchy. If it weren't for Xu Yicheng, he would have gone up with just one punch.

The store owner also moves very quickly, including pen, ink, paper and inkstone, a four-meter-long table, good wolf hair, and moderately thick rice paper. It seems that the store owner should also be an expert.

Du Yiai also had an impatient personality. He took the lead in getting the pen. He gestured twice from the air, picked up the pen and started writing.

Long Junchen hugged his arms and narrowed his eyes slightly. Du Yiai was not only holding the pen but also looked decent, but the rest was really not satisfactory. The characters he wrote were obviously regular script, but they were crooked and not as solemn as regular script.

Soon, Du Yiai finished writing. He put his pen on the inkstone in a casual manner as a master, and even pretended to stroke his beard and touched the baby face that was so smooth that it was not a beard.

He looked at Long Junchen provocatively, and the person next to him seemed to have an alarm clock on it. When Du Yiai finished writing, he would applaud.

"Heroes are young!"

"I haven't seen this powerful pen tip for a long time."

"Xiao Ai will become a great man in time!"

Du Zelin was present, and these compliments were better than the other. Du Yiai looked at Long Junchen with condescending eyes like stars holding the moon, raised his chin, and said disdainfully: "Jumping clown, it's your turn!"

"No, don't you dare?" someone next to him said in a deliberate voice, like a spark on dry firewood, which instantly ignited the hall.

"Hurry up, little trash, if you don't work, just buy it!"

"That's right, waste is waste, write it quickly!"

Long Junchen sat firmly in the Diaoyutai amid the shouts of everyone, his heart was as calm as water, and he walked slowly to the front of the desk.

Du Yiai wrote two lines of big characters "The wind and dust turn into clouds and mists, and the rivers and lakes are falling and unaware of the year". The content is indeed domineering, but it has a bit of a meaning that it is too hard and easy to fold.

Long Junchen pursed his lips and thought about what he wanted to write. At this time, the crowd had already gathered, including the chefs and clerks who had already cooked the dishes, all came to join in the fun.

While breathing, Long Junchen took a step forward, held the wolf hair firmly in his hand, wrapped the thick ink again in the inkstone, then picked up the pen and hung the wolf hair on the rice paper. Everyone's eyes were now concentrated on Long Junchen's wolf hair's pen.

Soon, a dot of ink was condensed in the tip of the pen. Just when the plump wolf hair was about to cover the ink ball, Long Junchen's pen fell on the rice paper as lightning.

The needle was hanging vertically, the house was leaking, and the traces were leaking, and brushing them. After writing a poem, Long Junchen once again covered the inkstone with ink and picked up the pen and wrote again.

The whole process was completed in one go, with two lines of poetry, "The east wind wails up the hero's dream, and smiles at the green mountains and the sky." Although these two lines of poetry are both in regular script, they appear to be flexible, with movement and stillness, and the brush breaks and meanings. Regular script pursues horizontal and vertical lines, with force passing through the back of paper. The two lines of Long Junchen are domineering and leaking, and they are simply a master's style.

The crowd suddenly became quiet, silent, and everyone's eyes were concentrated on these fourteen big words.

Xu Yicheng's face turned a little red. He hadn't seen the King of Ten Thousand Dragons write in person for a long time. Even he was convinced when he mentioned it.

"I think these two calligraphy works are better than Jun Chen's." Xu Yicheng stroked his beard slightly and said with a smile.

"Nonsense! Just like this poor look, I still know calligraphy, I just doodle there!" Du Yiai was furious when he heard Xu Yicheng's words, and punched the table with a punch, leaving anger.

Although Du Zelin knew who was better and worse, he was his son after all, so he could only say viciously: "This word is very ordinary, nothing special!"
Chapter completed!