158: C158 Battle Post

C158 Battle Post

The one who spoke was an old man, who was also the owner of this painting store. Zhang Yang had been here for more than half an hour and had been very picky.

"Hehe, there's nothing I want." Zhang Yang spoke the truth without the slightest bit of falsehood.

Hearing this, he was almost angered. The old man raised his beard and glared at Zhang Yang, "Ha!" Can it be that a young man like you is a master painter? You think that the paintings here are unsightly to your eyes? "

As a shopkeeper, the old man was clearly a strange existence. Normally, as long as other shopkeepers could sell something, they would not care to say anything. However, this person was stubborn and refused to budge.

"Old man, that's not what we meant."

Ouyang Zhanyan rushed forward to help Ouyang Zhanyan. She had been living in this circle all year round, so she could tell at a glance that the old man was obviously not short on money, but was of a different type. He only sold things to experts.

"We just want to see some of the real ancient relics …" Ouyang Zhanyan immediately regretted her words.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished, the old man's beard stood up. He pointed at a painting that Zhang Yang had just put down and shouted, "What ancient monument? If I had it, would I let you touch it randomly?"

He changed the subject and quickly said, "Just say that this painting was painted by a good friend of this old man. Hmph, I want to sell this painting for a hundred thousand yuan, and only if I really like it will I sell it."

"This painting does have some artistic conception." Zhang Yang smiled and said, "But this Xuan paper is not good."

The old man was stunned at first, and then he let out a strange cry, stubbornly cute. "Brat, you're simply farting, do you know what kind of paper is used for painting? "This is the red banner paper that has already been discontinued. This piece of paper costs a hundred pieces."

The old man panted heavily and waved his hand, acting as if he did not know what had happened, "I can see that you are just an amateur, and you are still pretending to be an expert in front of me. Hurry up and go."

Ouyang Zhanyan lowered her head, trying her best to hold back her laughter as she laughed at Zhang Yang.

"Old man, could it be that what I said is incorrect? No matter how much this Xuan paper costs, its quality is indeed not good." Zhang Yang was still provoking the old man's anger like a reckless cockroach.

"Hmph, this is already the best Xuan paper we have." The old man suppressed his anger and argued, "Do you think that there are still ancient Dragon Xuan Paper? Even if there is, which one of them is not a treasure and does not dare to use it carelessly? "

"Dragon Xuan Paper?" Zhang Yang's eyes faintly lit up, "Does that mean that elder has a Dragon Xuan Paper in your hand?"

"Of course." "That's my treasure, hmph, a layman like you, even if I wanted to show it to you, you wouldn't understand. Let me tell you, this old man opened this shop to please you, and it's fine if you give it away for free, but you don't like it, you don't sell it for a thousand gold."

"Cough cough, old man, do you find me pleasing to the eye?" Zhang Yang walked forward shamelessly. Ouyang Zhanyan, who was beside him, immediately shivered.

"Humph, a foppish and impetuous playboy." The old man was merciless.

Zhang Yang scratched his head, feeling a bit troubled. This old guy didn't want to give up. He raised his head and looked around. Then, his expression changed.

This painting was extremely big, and its style was simple yet elegant. Other than the paintings, most of the things hanging on the walls were written and written by a single person.

Obviously, the old man was not only a fan of painting, he was also a master of calligraphy.

"Old man, are these words on the wall all your handiwork?"

"That's right!" The old man nodded, a look of satisfaction on his face. He was very satisfied with his calligraphy and very confident in it.

"Good, as expected of the calligraphy piece." Zhang Yang complimented, "Old man, can you sell me a few? I really like these words."

Hearing this, the old man raised his eyebrows and the complacency in his expression became more and more obvious. However, it quickly disappeared as his expression also became a bit gentler. He immediately spoke with a deep voice.

"Kid, at least you have some experience, young people nowadays have fewer and fewer people who like calligraphy. Humph, this is the national treasure of China, it can both improve the state of mind and calm the mind. I didn't expect you to have such poor taste, but you're much better than those impetuous young people."

"Of course, of course." Zhang Yang nodded repeatedly and said, "Old man, then can you sell this painting to me? I really like it and I want all of those words."

The old man waved his hand, "Forget it, forget it. I sold that painting on behalf of my old friend. It's one hundred thousand, not a cent less. However, I can give those words to you for free."

With that, the old man turned around and picked up the letter on the wall.

Zhang Yang smiled evilly. Just as he was about to thank her, a crisp voice suddenly sounded out.

"Grandpa, you quarreled with the customer again."

With that said, the curtains at the back of the shop fluttered, and a girl with a ponytail and a light yellow dress walked out. She looked delicate and refined.

The girl clearly understood her grandfather's temperament very well. When she saw him take out the note on the wall, she immediately understood what was going on. Helplessness appeared on her face, then she looked at Zhang Yang and the other girl.

"My grandfather has a bad temper, please do not take offense to both guests."

The girl's voice was very beautiful, and it was crisp and spirited. After saying this, she was also slightly curious.

This was because under normal circumstances, the vast majority of customers would all be scolded away by his grandfather's bad temper. Just now, he had clearly heard the old tutor's angry shouts from the back, but he hadn't thought that these two would not only not leave, but would even buy paintings and calligraphy.

"Girl, what do you mean by having a bad temper? "This is my true nature. Young people are getting impatient and have ruined everything the Old Ancestor left behind. All of them admire the foreign lands and are not at all at ease."

As he spoke, the old man took down the few letters that Zhang Yang ordered earlier and placed them on the counter.

Zhang Yang smiled slightly and didn't mind at all. He pointed to the pen and ink on the table behind the old man and said, "Old Master, let me borrow some ink."

"Hmm?"

The old man frowned, "What? Do you want to write for me to appraise?"

After saying that, he did not make things difficult for Zhang Yang. Instead, he brought out the brush and ink behind him and handed it to Zhang Yang.

"I don't dare to appraise it, but there are clouds in the ancient language, so it's better to match it with paper. If my words catch the old man's attention, I hope you can let me have a look at your treasured Dragon Xuan Paper."

As he spoke, he unfurled the painting.

The name of the painting was Soldier's Landing City, and it depicted a man in blood-red armor, riding a war horse while charging forward with a spear in his hand. The picture was drawn to the side, revealing only the broken corner of the wall, giving off a heroic and tragic feeling.

The reason why Zhang Yang did this, was because he hoped that his words would move the old man, and then see if he could observe the so called Dragon Xuan Paper.

In other words, the lordmaster was obviously a master of calligraphy. He had to defeat his opponent in their area of expertise in order to be convincing.

He picked up the brush and dipped it in ink. Then, he started to ponder and close the brush. The brush moved as fast as the wind. One by one, each character appeared in the empty space to the right of the painting scroll.

"Brat, don't write randomly, that's …"

This painting was the work of an old friend. After it was drawn, not even old friends would leave their names on it. It wasn't that they didn't want to, it was just that they couldn't write out that artistic conception.

Seeing that Zhang Yang was about to write on the painting, the old man was about to explode on the spot.

However, when Zhang Yang's words came out, the furious expression on his face froze. Then, there was surprise, then there was shock, and finally, there was disbelief.

"Half city is covered in sand, the Golden Spear is at war with the world, the world is moving, the hair is flying, the eyes are cold and sharp like lightning, a smile is appearing on his face, a broken armor is covering the world …"

"The flying sand is chaotic in my eyes. I turn my anger into a blade, the astral wind rises, the sun and moon are destroyed, the spear is driven mad with hatred, and my strength propels me into the sky …"

Energetic and powerful, the strength permeated through the back of the paper, the pen drew silver hooks, and the brush fell like smoke.

This was not a famous poem or poem, but Devil Pattern Continent, Zhang Yang's only family, the old man often entertained himself while drunk.

At this moment, an unprecedented seriousness appeared on Zhang Yang's face. He seemed to be able to see the old man's smiling face through his words.

It didn't take long before he was done. Sweat was already forming on his forehead as his mind blended into every word.

"The dust flies, the swords in my hands move the heavens and the earth, my eyes grow colder and colder, my heart is iron, my chest is filled with millions of heavenly soldiers, but my anger is enough to send the world into chaos …"

"The wind and the earth vibrate, the red clouds of heaven and earth dye the sky and the earth red, the Swallowing River Mountain, suppressing the sun and moon. How can a hundred deaths be a battle, when the stars and the moon turn, the people break …"0

As the last word fell, it seemed as if a steed that had escaped its reins flew up to the sky and then left in a cloud of dust, or as if a dragon, Loong Feitian, had moved back and forth in the air, as if he had lost his mind.

Even someone like Ouyang Zhanyan, who didn't know calligraphy, couldn't move her eyes away as she stared blankly. The girl, on the other hand, had her mouth wide open in disbelief.

As for the old man, he had already lost his mind. The moment Zhang Yang was done, he rushed forward and put his hands on the table. His eyes were almost glued to the undried ink, looking at it word by word.

A war general in the painting, who was wielding a long spear, wearing a set of blood-colored War Armor clothes, roared towards the sky.

That sort of dream that was filled with ambition, that tragic scene of a blood-colored killing field, that concept of slaughter that seemed to be able to shake the heaven and earth, as if it could ignite and extinguish one's fighting spirit.

Zhang Yang wiped away the sweat on his forehead and looked at Ye Zichen with a complicated smile on his face.

In the Devil Pattern Continent, to put it bluntly, every single Devil Pattern Master was a master of calligraphy. This was absolutely not an exaggeration, because the words were originally the basic type of magic prints.

There were even some Devil Pattern Master who would incorporate calligraphy into their magic prints, giving them a unique rhythm that resonated with heaven and earth. There were also some experts who would have a single character as a terrifying cultivation method.

Zhang Yang had been killed by the law of the jungle for a long time under the Devil Pattern Continent, and now that he had been promoted to the Earth Realm, the sharpness and ruthlessness in his soul was unavoidable.

The most important thing was that these words coincided with the artistic conception of the painting. One did not need to consciously feel them; just by looking at the lines of these words, one could feel a thick killing intent rushing towards them.

As for the old man who was well versed in calligraphy, he felt even more deeply about it. In the end, he almost took out a magnifying glass and began to read the words one by one.

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