Immortal Becomes a Stay-at-home Dad After Return

Apart from being stunned, Li Zhengtang didn't take Zhou Qi's words seriously.

Although he just had a lot of good feelings for this young man, but now almost none of them remain. I think he said that purely to win his favor. After all, in the field of calligraphy, he still trusts Song Zhisheng more. Although his behavior is a little disdainful to him, at least the things he writes are not bad.

Otherwise, relying on qualifications alone, there is no way to be the president of the Calligraphy Association in northern Jiangsu for such a long time.

Besides, Song Zhisheng's family background is not bad. His son started his own company to do business, and he has made a lot of money in the past two years.

"Zhou Qi, I don't think President Song will bring me any fake things. I still trust his vision."

After hesitating again and again, Li Zhengtang still frowned and looked at Zhou Qi, "Calligraphy is very similar to cultural relics. It can't be judged by following a certain law. Things from that era have the texture of that era. For example, Zhu Zhishan's brushstrokes, there is his will in it, and I can feel it."

In fact, it was not easy for Li Zhengtang to feel this.

After all, he has been fond of calligraphy for decades, and his writing is not bad. Although he is not as good as a master, he still has the ability to appreciate it.

Song Zhisheng also nodded again and again, looked at Zhou Qi with a sneer, and felt that he had already won the victory.

"Uncle, you are right. There is indeed spirit in this painting, but it is not from Zhu Zhishan."

Zhou Qi was not in a hurry, and smiled lightly, "It's not wrong that every era has its texture, but this picture is different. In this world, there is still a so-called 'old'. These words Perhaps Zhu Zhishan wrote it before, or there may be an authentic handwriting, but it is definitely not this calligraphy, if you don’t believe me, look at this calligraphy.”

Li Zhengtang and Song Zhisheng looked in the direction of Zhou Qi's finger when they heard the words. It was a word for "painting".

Immediately, Li Zhengtang understood what Zhou Qi meant. Although he still didn't trust Zhou Qi very much, he couldn't help but doubt it. Song Zhisheng's face also changed slightly, but he hid it well. He only cared about bringing it to Li Zhengtang, thinking about his son, but he didn't pay attention to these details.

The so-called often walks by the river, how can you not get your shoes wet. No matter how powerful a person is, it is possible for him to become enlightened.

As we all know, Zhu Zhishan is not only a calligrapher, writer, poet, but also a painter.

The word "painting" is the thing that can best reflect this kind of connotation.

Although this word is well written and very upright, it doesn't have Zhu Zhishan's calm and breezy painting style. The painting style, just like the boxing intention, is something in the heart. Just like Xia Buxin, the words he wrote casually all condensed his fisting intentions, Chen Feng almost couldn't bear it just by looking at them.

"Xiao Zhou, you can judge it with just such a word, isn't it a bit of a lie?"

Song Zhisheng's complexion is now very ugly, "Zhu Zhishan is good at painting, but painting is painting, and writing is writing. There are completely two systems. Besides, what qualifications and qualifications do you have to criticize in front of me? I Let me tell you, when I write, I am older than you, so your eyesight will be better than mine?"

Hearing this, Li Zhengtang also nodded. In the field of calligraphy, Song Zhisheng is indeed an expert.

He wanted to persuade Zhou Qi to stop talking, but it was the first day he and Zhou Qi had known each other, so it was difficult to say something directly.

Just when he was hesitating, Zhou Qi laughed, "Since everyone is professional, things have become easier. How about this, then use your professional point of view to see what I wrote, how about it? If The words I wrote surpassed the so-called 'Zhu Zhishan' in front of me, does that indirectly prove that it is fake?"

Li Zhengtang and Song Zhisheng were stunned again, they never thought that Zhou Qi would come up with such a "death" behavior.

This is completely tantamount to playing a big knife in front of Guan Gong, and playing a big ax in front of Lu Ban, it is simply the same reason.

Li Zhengtang frowned, and said hastily: "Xiao Zhou, in my opinion, let's leave this matter as it is. I know you may have your own ideas, but President Song really prefers something like calligraphy." Be professional. Okay, let's stop talking about this topic, let's..."

Before he could finish speaking, Song Zhisheng waved his hand and looked at Zhou Qi with a sneer.

He pointed to the Four Treasures of the Study and said, "Okay, Xiao Zhou, then you can write. I also like to teach and teach, to learn and learn."

Anyone could hear the sarcasm in these words, Li Zhengtang looked helpless, knowing that this matter might not be resolved. Now, he also feels that he should get to know Zhou Qi again. If he has always been so pushy and forceful, maybe he may not really be able to give his daughter a good future.

Zhou Qi didn't refuse at all, nodded, rolled up his sleeves and walked over.

He didn't really want to be in the limelight, but he just didn't like people like Song Zhisheng. If his character is very noble, and his son is also very good, Zhou Qi is willing to make Li Zhiyun happy with his adult beauty. But this person is really too bad, he can't bear to deceive people with fake things.

Even if Li Zhengtang would be misunderstood, Song Zhisheng must let Song Zhisheng retreat and stop bothering Li Zhiyun.

Things have reached this situation, and it is irreversible, and the only way to develop is this way.

Zhou Qi spread out the rice paper, picked up the brush, and slightly closed his eyes. For writing, he has actually done some research. Although I don't say how good the writing is, it really took a lot of effort. When he was in the Spiritual God Realm, he learned how to practice kung fu by writing. So this method was used when the world broke through the power of transformation.

After writing for so many years, at least I am not an outsider. Coupled with his own boxing intention, although it is not as good as Xia Buxin, it is not too bad.

After sweeping away the distracting thoughts in his heart, Zhou Qi suddenly opened his eyes, as if electricity was generated in a void.

Naturally, the majesty and prestige of a majestic master is not something ordinary people can resist. Zhou Qi wasn't fully active either, otherwise the two old men might have had a heart attack at the same time. So Zhou Qi's willpower was condensed on the words, and the emotions were brewed, and he immediately wrote like a god.

This kind of spirit really made Li Zhengtang's eyes shine. He had also seen those masters write calligraphy, and the artistic conception was somewhat similar.

The world is full of phenomena, and the mountains and rivers are picturesque. These few words were basically completed by Zhou Qi in one go without stopping. The brush strokes penetrate the back of the paper and penetrate three points into the wood. Zhou Qi's fisting intent is condensed in it, but there is no killing intent in it. It is a sincere admiration for the world, a yearning for the world, and a yearning for all beautiful things.

As soon as these words came out, Li Zhengtang couldn't help applauding excitedly, very excited.

At this time, he looked at Zhou Qi again, as if he was looking at a real master of calligraphy, a generation of famous masters.

Although Zhou Qi is not very old, the impression left on him just now is that he is not like a young man, but a master who has practiced the law for many years. The moment these words appeared on the paper, it seemed that they heard a rumbling sound, rolling in. It was as if the picturesque picture of the mountains and rivers was slowly unfolding in front of him, rushing towards him.

Song Zhisheng's face is now very ugly, very ugly, and his forehead is already covered with cold sweat.

He admitted that he was mistaken, he never thought that such an unknown young man could write so well.

Although it can't compare to those real masters to a certain extent, there is no doubt that just relying on this hand is enough to surpass the person who copied this calligraphy. He even had a terrible conjecture in his heart, that is, even if it was Zhu Zhishan's authentic work, it might not be able to surpass Zhou Qi.

"How about it, President Song, please come and comment."

Zhou Qi put down his brush, and looked at Song Zhisheng with a smile.

Song Zhisheng didn't speak for a long time, his face trembled slightly, and he stared at the words. He mobilized his brain cells frantically, trying to see the problem in this picture. Want to use up all the knowledge, nitpick. But as time passed by, he couldn't tell what was good or bad about the words.

At this time, Li Zhengtang's energy was concentrated by this word, and he had no time to take care of Song Zhisheng's embarrassment.

A quarter of an hour passed before Song Zhisheng clenched his fists with anger on his face. He gritted his teeth and said, "I'm really angry! I didn't expect that someone would dare to lie to me with a fake painting! No Sorry, Lao Li, I'm going to find that unscrupulous art dealer now, and I'm going to seek justice!"

After finishing speaking, Song Zhisheng quickly put away the words, and before he had time to say hello to Zhang Xianglan and Li Zhiyun, he ran away without looking back.

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