Almighty Cultivating Fanatic

There was a small room next to the banquet hall. The room was decorated like a common room, but it was more luxurious. There was a circle of high-end sofas near the wall, and a gray carpet with long hair. In the middle, there was a dark red, solid wooden coffee table.

Liu Deyuan was wearing a red Tang suit as he filled each teacup with a purple clay teapot. He put the teapot down and smiled, "Old Fang, Old Song, I didn't think that you two old guys would come as well."

The old man called Old Fang savored the tea and said with a frown, "I say, Old Liu, you are not very kind." We finally made it here, so you're going to treat me like this. "

"For a whale to drink and drink like you, any good tea is a waste." Liu Deyuan bluntly said.

Old Song laughed. "Not bad, not bad. "No matter what you say, you are an artist. Why don't you have a bit of the bearing of an ancient person?"

"Bullshit, this is how I look like." Old Fang said unhappily, "I'm not dealing with art, it's a national quintessence calligraphy."

At this moment, Lu Fang pushed the door open and walked in.

"Dad, Uncle Song, Uncle Fang, the guests are here."

"Alright, let's go now. Right, has Little Yang come yet? " Regardless of whether it was Chen Yang saving his granddaughter twice, or his own personality, Liu Deyuan admired him greatly. Deep down in his heart, he had long treated him as a family.

Lu Fang smiled, "You're here, and you even brought a present."

Liu De Yuan frowned and said, "This child, his family is in a bad situation and he just got injured, so there is no need to spend so much money. "Find out how much it is and try to pay him back."

The smile on Lu Fang's face became even wider. "Dad, he did give us a present, but he said she didn't spend any money. She wrote a letter herself."

"He also knows calligraphy?"

Liu Deyuan was immediately shocked. His medical skills were not inferior to a national skill, and he even knew calligraphy.

He did not think that Chen Yang's calligraphy skills were that bad. After all, from his attitude towards medicine, although Chen Yang was young, he was calm, resolute, and did not seem like someone who would boast.

Moreover, this was a birthday present. If he was too terrible, how would he have the face to give it out?

Thinking of this, Liu Deyuan suddenly became interested, and ordered Lu Fang, "Don't rush out, your Uncle Fang is also here. Bring over Chen Yang's note first. If it is possible to make it, and Little Yang likes it, then at least he will be able to become famous. "

Old Fang stroked his beard, looking very pleased with himself. "Since you asked, it's not a problem for you to take him in as your disciple."

If people from the calligraphy world were to hear these words, they would probably be so excited that they would be unable to control themselves. They would even cry and shout as if they wanted to acknowledge someone as their teacher.

He was the famous calligrapher of Old Fang, the honorary president of the Chinese Calligrapher's Association. Of course, this was only his current identity. Most people probably valued his other identity more — the retired minister of culture.

Lu Fang came back quickly and put the letter box on the tea table.

Seeing the symbol on the box, Fang Jian was stunned. He asked in surprise, "Isn't this the trademark of our Xipao Pavilion?"

"It's just a box. It's nothing."

"What do you know?" This is a customized product from our Treasure Pavilion. It is not cheap and is only used to store precious famous calligraphy and paintings. "

"It's not cheap?" Liu De Yuan immediately became unhappy and shouted, "No, Chen Yang is my grandson. How much money did you spend? Hurry up and puke it out, otherwise this old man will not let you off."

The elders were bickering like old kids. Lu Fang found it funny. She opened the box casually and took out the scroll inside.

Looking at the scroll, Liu Deyuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "This mounting technique clearly inherited from Old Zheng, it should be done by his disciple, several thousand dollars is still enough." "This brat is really —"

Fang Mozhi and Old Song looked at each other and nodded.

Especially since he was a professional, he was able to tell that the mounting technique was extraordinary.

Under the gazes of the three grandfathers, Lu Fang turned the scroll and a calligraphy piece that was as flamboyant as dancing dragons and dancing phoenixes finally appeared.

For a moment, the air seemed to freeze.

"Chen Yang personally wrote this?"

Liu De Yuan stared at the letter, his mouth agape.

He loved to collect books and calligraphy. After retiring, he practiced calligraphy almost every day. However, when compared to Chen Yang's calligraphy, it was simply impossible to read.

"Not bad! "Now that I have achieved nine parts of Fang Gang's charm, my achievements will be limitless in the future."

Old Song's face was filled with admiration, and then he looked at Fang Changzhi, stunned.

Fang Mofei looked as if he had seen a ghost, his lips quivering as his eyes were filled with disbelief. Trembling, he reached out his hand, touched the handwriting, probed the year of the paper, then studied how to frame it, turning it over and over, completely oblivious to himself.

Liu Deyuan quickly noticed the strangeness of Fang Qun, and suddenly felt a little confused.

Fang Jian was the honorary president of the Calligrapher's Association, and his family had many real works of famous experts. Although Chen Yang's letter had indeed reached the level of a grandmaster, it shouldn't have made him lose his composure so much!

"Impossible, this is impossible."

Fang Changzhong muttered as if no one was around, as he paced back and forth in annoyance.

"Old Fang, what's going on? Is there a problem with the calligraphy Chen Yang? " Liu De Yuan couldn't help but be curious and asked.

"It's not a question of the characters. It's about the Fang Clan." Fang Qun came back to his senses and said with a bitter smile, "This matter is very complicated. It involves some of our Fang Clan's secrets, so I am afraid I cannot speak of it."

After thinking for a moment, he said, "Old Liu, I must return to my ancestral land immediately and can't participate in your birthday feast anymore. Please forgive me."

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Liu De Yuan asked in surprise.

"Don't worry, I'll be back soon. We won't stop until we're drunk." Fang Jian promised. With that, he turned around and left while making a phone call, "Xiao Liu, I'm Fang. Immediately buy a ticket to Ji City from Hai City and contact the manager of the Xi Bao Pavilion in Hai City. Tell him to wait for me at the airport in Hai City. "

Fang Mofei made a phone call as he walked, not delaying at all. Liu Deyuan and Old Song looked at each other, both surprised and helpless.

"What did you see in this calligraphy?"

"No. Copy Fang Gang's real art, style, technique, almost exactly the same, but there are some changes. " Liu De Yuan pondered.

Old Song Qi said, "Strange. "Looking at Old Fang's situation, he obviously found something that we didn't, but I really can't see it."

"Forget it, the birthday feast is about to start. Don't let everyone wait too long."

Although Lu Fang was also a bit curious, she didn't know much about calligraphy, so she was more proud of Chen Yang.

The letter had shocked the president of the Calligrapher's Association, and he had run away before he could even attend his old friend's birthday party.

Thinking of Fang Changzhi's performance, Lu Fang shook her head in amusement and left the lounge first.