Campus Beauty's Peerless Master

For a calligraphy expert like the old tutor, he would be able to understand more of the killing intent and intent of the Golden Steel Horse. The more he looked at the rhythm, the more he found it interesting, and he was unable to extricate himself from it.    

A long time later.    

The old man slowly straightened up and sighed.    

"His calligraphy style is impressive and his posture is impressive. Out of carelessness, he has completely forgotten about it, causing Bei Feng to feel a deep coldness. Zhang Yang is domineering, his golden spear unrestrained, his killing intent unstoppable, and it is his ideal to step on the peak like an immortal who has left and left without leaving a trace."    

Zhang Yang was a bit confused. This old man was saying these words in a mysterious manner, it didn't seem right at all. He could even see Hu Qing's shadow in the other party's tone.    

At this moment, the old man reluctantly raised his head and looked at Zhang Yang. He then bowed deeply and sighed with emotion from the bottom of his heart.    

"Master has gone through great effort, this old man has been taught a lesson. It turns out that the person who is impetuous is this old man. Great Master, this old man is blind!"    

Originally, this old man called himself an old man, but the brat who called himself Zhang Yang instantly rose to the level of a master.    

Of course, Zhang Yang didn't expect his domineering aura to spread and have others bow down to him. However, he sometimes found it hard to understand these people's thoughts, just like Hu Qing and the old man in front of him.    

"Cough, cough."    

Coughing dryly, Zhang Yang smiled without showing any trace of arrogance and said: "Old Master, I just said, good words with good paper, I wonder if you would be able to see your collection of Dragon Xuan Paper s?"    

"Master, don't laugh at this old man. This xuan paper is absolutely worthy of this painting, but if it isn't, then this old man's eyes are empty."    

Then, he reached out to take the key from his waist and gave it to the girl beside him, saying, "Girl, go to my storage room and bring the Dragon Xuan Paper Dao from the wooden box over."    

"Huh?" The girl suddenly woke up and was surprised, "Grandfather, you wouldn't give it to him, right? That is a treasure that you have collected for decades. "    

The old man shook his head and sighed, "Go on, there's no use in keeping it, I'm afraid only the word 'Master' can match up to this Dragon Xuan Paper."    

"Oh."    

The girl reluctantly took the key and walked into the backyard. Soon, she came out with a rectangular wooden box in her hands.    

"Master, this blade of Dragon Xuan Paper was coincidentally obtained by this old man thirty years ago. Fortunately, this time, this old man has never dared to waste it, so he gave it to Master as a gift and treated it as something that this old man was ignorant of. In this world, only Master's words are worthy of its value, I hope Master can accept it."    

The old man's voice was sincere from the bottom of his heart without any lies. Zhang Yang restrained the joy in his heart and did not show any courtesy as he received the wooden box with the same serious expression.    

"Then I'll thank the old man first."    

After he finished speaking, he opened the box and looked inside. An entire blade of Dragon Xuan Paper quietly fell within. This time, Zhang Yang was moved.    

This is... Sanskrit Paper!    

The Sanskrit Paper s were called the Devil Pattern Continent and were mainly used to make secret treasures with magic prints. For example, using one's own blood essence to draw the magic prints and store a powerful Secret Arts s away. When facing an enemy, it could be activated in an instant and did not consume one's own spirit energy.    

Of course, usually speaking, magic marks treasures made from Sanskrit Paper s were all one-time use secret treasures, and they were all used as trump cards and to save lives.    

Zhang Yang had already guessed it before, but he never expected that it would actually be a Sanskrit Paper.    

After carefully inspecting it with the Spiritual Consciousness, he soon felt relieved.    

It was not a real Sanskrit Paper, but rather a type of paper that had the same function as the Sanskrit Paper.    

In other words, the people here did not know the true purpose of this paper, and it was only used for calligraphy and painting.    

"Grandfather, you didn't even sell it for several hundred thousand last time, this time you're giving it away as a gift and even giving it to a stranger, and you don't even have a word of thanks."    

At this moment, the girl beside him muttered with dissatisfaction.    

"What do you know?" The old man glared at him, "Selling it to others would only ruin the life of the Dragon Xuan Paper. I didn't use it in the past, firstly, I was reluctant to part with it, and secondly, I don't have the qualifications to sell it.    

Zhang Yang smiled on the side and didn't mind at all. He said, "Old master, if you don't accomplish anything, you won't receive anything. This way, this painting will be given to you."    

Hearing that, the old man's eyes lit up. Just as he was about to speak, the girl beside him bared her teeth at Zhang Yang, revealing her two cute little canines.    

"Hmph, what do you mean by giving it to my grandfather? You haven't paid him yet, alright?"    

"Ugh …"    

Zhang Yang scratched his head in embarrassment. He forgot about it just now. Ouyang Zhanyan, who was beside him, couldn't help but giggle.    

"Girl, shut up!"    

The old tutor roared. He wasn't angry, but his eyes were shining with excitement. With a swoosh, he grabbed the painting on the table and didn't want to put it down again.    

"Don't even mention 100,000, just these words alone are enough to make one unable to trade. If one were to come across someone who knows the goods, even a million words would be bought. Hahaha, this is this old man's heaven's source of fortune!" "Many thanks, master. Then I won't be polite, hahahaha …"    

The girl looked on dumbfoundedly. This … Was this still his grandfather? Why does it feel like he's a lunatic?    

Furthermore, although she could tell that those words were indeed beautifully written, but a million words per word, wasn't that a bit too much?    

It wasn't just her. Ouyang Zhanyan was the same, looking at the smiling old man beside her and the calm Zhang Yang beside her, all sorts of strange feelings of disharmony gushed out.    

Feeling that he had lost his composure, the old man quickly stopped laughing, but he still found it hard to conceal the excitement in his eyes. Facing his granddaughter's blank gaze, he awkwardly coughed and said.    

"Your calligraphy skills are just skin deep, and you don't understand the concept within. That kind of feeling …"    

It wasn't that he didn't want to say it, but that after thinking for a long time, the lordmaster discovered that he was unable to use words to describe the feelings deep within his heart. It was very strange.    

Zhang Yang smiled without saying a word. He was not surprised by this.    

Moreover, his body was now a devil tattoo. If he were to meet a person who truly understood it, he would even be able to comprehend a kind of 'truth' from it, and from then on, it would be possible for him to activate the small world within his body.    

This was not an exaggeration because in the Devil Pattern Continent, even normal people knew that there was a small world within each of their bodies. The only difference was, it was very difficult for ordinary people to awaken and activate it.    

Cultivators themselves were a process of self-evolution.    

In Earth's language, the world itself is just a genetic point and chain, and Zhang Yang's words contain a channel that resonates with the outside world. If you observe it over a long period of time, a miracle might really happen.    

"Master, if you have the time, this old man should seek Master for guidance." The old man looked at Zhang Yang expectantly.    

"No need." Zhang Yang shook his head, "I still have some matters to attend to, so it's time to take my leave."    

"Oh." The old man had a hint of regret in his heart as he hurriedly reached out to grab a name card and handed it over with both hands. "Master, this is this old man's name card. If you need any pen, ink, paper, or paper in the future, this old man will send you the card immediately."    

Zhang Yang took it and wrote down his phone number on a piece of paper, "I don't have a name card, this is my phone number."    

"Good, good, good!" The lordmaster said hello three times in a row and received them as if they were treasures.    

Being able to befriend such a young calligraphy master was the happiest thing for a calligrapher fan like him. This was also his original intention of opening a shop here.    

It could be said that the old man's temperament was very similar to Hu Qing's. He was very obsessed with his own field and was very confident. However, when he met someone higher than him, they wouldn't be jealous.    

Afterward, the old man sent Zhang Yang out with great enthusiasm. After they got on the car and left, he jogged back with excitement on his face and continued to read. It could be seen how obsessed he was with calligraphy.    

"I didn't think that your writing would be so beautiful. Why didn't I see it before?"    

In the car, Ouyang Zhanyan also couldn't help but praise Zhang Yang. Before, he had given the father and daughter a prescription.    

"This is called hiding one's true self."    

Zhang Yang shamelessly boasted. During his time with Ouyang Beauty, Zhang Yang's mood was relaxed and happy. It was the complete opposite of the other beauties.    

"Tsk, you got a pant just because I said you're fat." Ouyang Zhanyan gave him a glance. "You think I don't know that? Hmph, even if I don't know calligraphy, I still know that there is a fundamental difference between a carbon pen and a brush brush."    

"Eh? "The beauty actually became smarter."    

"Go die, die, die!"    

Ouyang Zhanyan was both embarrassed and angry. She punched wildly with her little pink fists, but of course she couldn't use much strength. It was more like a couple throwing a tantrum.    

Seemingly feeling that something was amiss, she quickly stopped and blushed. She seemed to have thought of something and her bright eyes turned to look at Zhang Yang.    

"Zhang Yang, can you teach me calligraphy?"    

"Ugh …" Zhang Yang slightly hesitated, "First, tell me how much you have paid for me to become your disciple!"    

It wasn't that he didn't want to teach, but practicing calligraphy not only required hard work, but also a lot of time and effort.    

"I say, do you have nothing else but money?" Ouyang Zhanyan said angrily.    

"Ai, it's not that I don't want to, but as a CEO, do you have that much time to practice? This is not a day's work. "    

"This …" Ouyang Zhanyan stared blankly for a moment before immediately saying, "Then when I have free time, I'll come and find you to learn. That should be fine, right?"    

"Alright, as long as you don't mind." Zhang Yang nodded indifferently.    

"Hmph, it seems like you are still unwilling."    

Zhang Yang smiled and spat out these words, "You're sick again."    

"Scram!" The beautiful woman roared and flew into a rage.