Chapter 159: One hundred sixty two

Chapter 159 Chapter 162: Calligraphy Masters
Seeing that the strategy he had thought and worked hard was explained by Tang Luo, the simple-minded Xu Laoying didn't think it was a bad thing. Instead, he felt that he had gone with Tang Luo, so he asked with excitement, "How is it? How about, is this plan particularly good!?"
Tang Luo's mouth was perfunctory, and he was speechless to this simple-thinking cousin, and felt that he had to popularize some simple knowledge for this guy: "Do you think Mi Baili has become a calligrapher? What do you get the most?"
Xu Laoying looked confused, and didn't understand why Tang Luo asked. Because in his mind, Mi Bai is already the top calligrapher, what's the difference? Nothing is bad.
It seems that this cousin's ability to appreciate calligraphy and painting is extremely limited. He felt a little distressed about this cousin who only loves to fight and kill, and said with relief: "My cousin who is okay, I can tell good from bad by reading more calligraphy and painting in the future. The old white characters have become his own school. He is already a calligraphy. Home."
Tang Luo had a black line on his head and looked at Xu Laoying, who was full of distress, and a sullen air hit his throat. Is this guy looking down on himself? Did he think that what he said just now was because he couldn't distinguish between good and bad questions!
Breathing out the foul breath in his chest, he didn't care about this idiot, he went on to say to himself: "Anyone like him can never become a calligrapher in his lifetime!"
"Impossible!?" Xu Laoying said dissatisfied: "As for the old white characters, they can also be ranked in the top ten in the world. This is not a calligrapher, what is it!"
"Huh." Tang Luo said with a look of disdain: "You are afraid that you don't know the difference between master calligraphy and master calligraphy."
"Don't bluff me, aren't these two the same? What's the difference!" Xu Laoying had a humiliated expression on his face, as if warning Tang Luo-don't think you are my cousin and you can lie to me! I got angry and even beat my cousin!
Rubbing his head, Tang Luo felt that this guy's simple mind was distressing, and explained: "For example, you have seen my words. Compared with Lao Bai. What do you think."
"Ahahahaha~" Xu Laoying laughed loudly when he heard Tang Luo's words: "My brother, don't tease me, just your words. Tsk tusk tusk tusk tusk."
I was actually despised by a simple-minded idiot. Tang Luo was really wronged. He just felt that he shouldn't chat more with this guy.
"How can the light of the fireflies compete with the sun and the moon?" Xu Laoying pointed to the sky and concluded, fearing that it would hurt Tang Luo's heart, and said with relief: "Everyone has different talents. You concentrate on martial arts, painting and calligraphy. You don’t mix things up."
Tang Luo asked, "If I say that I love calligraphy and write a hundred copies of calligraphy to sell, how much do you think I can sell?"
"Hahahahaha." Xu Laoying was even more overjoyed, patted Tang Luo on the shoulder and said: "Brother, you wake up soon, just your words, no one will buy it."
Tang Luo looked like water, and said, "My words are more expensive than Huang Ting, and there is no market."
"Why?" Xu Lao won a narrow smile, because he suddenly realized that what Tang Luo said might be true, but he was still not convinced.
Tang Luo chuckled and replied: "Just because I am the eldest son of the Tang family, the first eldest son of the Tang family, I am the most likely person to become the strongest warrior in Xiling in the future."
"But your words are still rotten, and your words are worthless after Xiling." Xu Laoying argued unconvincedly: "Lao Bai is different. His paintings and calligraphy are first-class no matter where they go."
"If it's not me, is it a copybook written by the Holy Master of the Holy Land?" Tang Luo said casually, not minding the other party's depreciation.
Xu Laoying was so shocked that he couldn't speak. He wanted to refute but couldn't do the opposite, because he knew that even if the Holy Master Xu writes a character, he can still auction the Gao family, who can earn tens of millions of dollars. treasure.
Tang Luo knew that Xu Laoying had reacted, and then said: "This is the so-called famous calligraphy and painting. They don't really need to have so profound calligraphy and painting skills. As long as they are influential enough, these calligraphy and painting will be invaluable. "
Xu Laoying frowned and understood the concept of famous calligraphy, so he asked: "Then Lao Bai is a famous calligraphy and painting celebrity? He became a famous master because of his amazing calligraphy!?"
He is not an idiot. Since he understands the calligraphy of famous masters, he can also guess the so-called masters of calligraphy. It is the way for Mi Bai to come to the latter.
"The conditions are not enough." Tang Luo said coldly, dispelling his unrealistic illusions.
"Being a master of calligraphy, doesn't it depend on the depth of calligraphy? There is something wrong!?" Xu Laoying, who was full of youthful spirit, said in a loud voice with a face of dissatisfaction.
He can't accept that Mi Bai is not even a famous calligraphy master, because from his appreciation, Mi Bai's characters have exceeded some calligraphy masters.
"You like the way of calligraphy and calligraphy so much, you should know many calligraphy masters." Tang Luo asked with a smile on his chest.
"That's not it!" Xu Laoying has a passion for calligraphy and calligraphy since he was a child. This is his biggest pastime besides martial arts training. The family also takes care of his hobbies. He has collected a large number of celebrity calligraphy and calligraphy for him, and invited him a husband. It is Yan Simiao, a master of calligraphy and painting from Man Yuanzhou.
Yan Simiao has served as Mr. Xu Laoying for more than ten years, and he has seen many famous calligraphy and painting artists in Yuanzhou. Xu Laoying feels that there is no one he does not know. Good at it can be described as precious.
"Now you recall carefully, among these living calligraphy masters, are there ordinary civilians who are not family members? Are there rising stars who do not learn from famous masters?" The brilliance of the morning shined on Tang Luo's expressionless face, and he asked continuously. Stabbed Xu Lao to win the bottom of my heart.
"There must be." Xu Laoying tried his best to find such a calligrapher from a poor background, but he racked his brains and couldn't find anyone who could be called a commoner. It's the world! Home! child!
His expression became very ugly, as if there was something like a knuckle in his throat. Some words he wanted to say were stuck in his chest and could not be poured out.
"Isn't it? I can't find one." Tang Luo said indifferently.
"Why?" Xu Laoying said bitterly, some could not accept it.
"Because there is no aristocratic heritage, you don't even have the qualifications to become a master of calligraphy." Tang Luo coldly stripped away the true colors of this world, and shattered Xu Laoying's heart about the beautiful impact of calligraphy and painting.
Xu Laoying was in a daze for a while, and a great question arose, shouldn't calligraphy and painting be pure, and why did it become like this? Isn’t there someone who has become a calligrapher purely with the skills of calligraphy?
"Unless you can make Mi Bai become a family member or help him find a famous master to worship, otherwise he will not be able to become a calligrapher like Huang Ting in his life."
During the conversation between the two, they had already walked to the west of the city, and the beige booth appeared on the side of the street not far away. Looking at the other side's religiously writing copybooks, Xu Laoying only felt a pressure that made him breathless.
If such amazing calligraphy and calligraphy cannot become a calligrapher, it would be the most complete insult to calligraphy and painting.
(End of this chapter)