Chapter 121 120. Kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace behind in a thousand miles! Millions of people online.
Han Qing, who was holding a mobile phone holder and keeping the live broadcast on, saw Jiang Chen talking to her. She was stunned for a second before she realized what she was doing.
She immediately placed the mobile phone holder in her hand on the table next to her, then turned around and walked inside to get her backpack. Her backpack always contained things that Jiang Chen might need, including pens, ink, and paper. Inkstone.
When everyone at the scene and in the live broadcast room heard Jiang Chen's words, they were all shocked, and they all looked at Jiang Chen with surprise and expectation.
Everyone who has watched Jiang Chen’s live broadcast knows that Jiang Chen has two mantras that can control all viewers!
That is - Xiao Qingzi, guitar!
He——Xiao Qingzi, pen and ink!
Jiang Chen said these two sentences, which will definitely not disappoint people. All viewers will never have any thoughts of leaving the live broadcast room. They just want to guard the live broadcast room immediately, waiting for Jiang Chen to pick up. I was amazed by their performance.
The number of people online in the live broadcast room has not declined, and is still growing slowly, reaching over 920,000.
“Coming, coming! How can there be good songs but not good poems? Lao Jiang’s talent is unique in the entire Internet!”
"Served with pen and ink, here it comes!"
"I was immediately stunned. There are too many surprises tonight, right? Lao Jiang exploded."
"This is Lao Jiang In the live broadcast room, I don’t know when a surprise will come.”
“Guess what Lao Jiang is going to write? I guess it’s an ancient poem.” I just wrote two poems in the morning, one is Yi Jian Mei and the other is Qing Ping tune. They are both very good. My teacher said that Yi Jian Mei will definitely be included in the textbooks and become a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation. Memorize it now and you won’t have to memorize it in the textbooks in the future. ."
"By the way, can I book the work that Lao Jiang is going to write? 40 million..."
"Hahaha, Lao Jiang won't sell..."
...
In the room were Li Wenjun, Wang Fei, Yan Ruyu, Sophia, as well as Yang Wenjie, Wang Xuefeng, Huang Wenqing, and Huang Bo , Lin Shuang, Zhang Shuwen, Li Xinghong, Li Wenbin and others also came outside with Han Qing, standing behind Jiang Chen, watching from the nearest distance, all looking forward to what Jiang Chen would write.
At the same time, far away in the Magic City.
Qin Xuerong, Qin Hanming, Li Hui and others were sitting in Baomo's shop, watching Jiang Chen's live broadcast.
Qin Hanming said in a complicated tone: "Jiang Chen really left too many works when he went to the capital this time."
Qin Xuerong was silent after hearing this, and his eyes flashed with envy.
Jiang Chen went to the capital this time and gave each of Wang Fei and Li Wenjun a piece of work. This was a treatment that Qin Xuerong did not receive at the beginning.
Of course, she also knew that she had not done anything for Jiang Chen before.
Wang Fei and Li Wenjun, two talented ladies, cook breakfast for Jiang Chen every morning, noon and night, which is indeed commendable.
But...
Jiang Chen directly gave the two of them an authentic copy of one of their works. In the eyes of Qin Xuerong, Qin Hanming and others, this gift was too valuable.
In particular, one of the masterpieces handed down from generation to generation, Yi Jian Mei, and one of the masterpieces handed down from generation to generation, Qing Ping Tiao, are both works that are worthy of being handed down to the world.
However.
Although Qin Xuerong likes Yijianmei, he is even more envious of Li Wenjun's peaceful tone.
because.
That was written by Jiang Chen for Li Wenjun personally. Even though the work itself is inferior to One Cut Plum, it can be seen that Li Wenjun left a deeper impression on Jiang Chen. Li Wenjun will definitely be remembered by future generations because of this work. It will be remembered and recited, and future generations will know because of this work that there used to be a fairy-like Li Wenjun, and Jiang Chen specially wrote a Qingping tune to praise his appearance.
Then, future generations will be curious, how good-looking is this Li Wenjun? Then he will search for Li Wenjun’s information.
In this way, it is difficult for Li Wenjun not to be remembered by future generations.
Who wouldn’t want such an opportunity to leave a mark in history? Moreover, it is an extremely positive name in history, which is a great honor for girls.
Qin Xuerong sighed slightly, feeling really regretful in his heart that he had not made up his mind to drop everything and follow Jiang Chen.
If I had followed Jiang Chen, maybe now I could be written into poems by Jiang Chen and be passed down by future generations as a good story.
If Jiang Chen had written a Qingping tune to praise her, she would have really been willing to die for Jiang Chen.
What a pity!
If you miss it, you will miss it after all.
Qin Hanming looked at Li Hui and said, "Your brother has gone to the capital?"
Li Hui nodded: "Well, he wants to buy an authentic piece of Jiang Chen's work for his collection, but he hasn't come across it so far. Jiang Chen."
Qin Hanming didn't go to the capital, so he didn't help Li Zheng introduce Jiang Chen, and asked curiously: "How much is he going to offer?"
Li Hui: “40 million for a painting.”
Qin Hanming: “Now the price of Jiang Chen’s original works in the collection market is more than 30 million, and Lao Li asked for 40 million. There is some sincerity. However, it is estimated that no one will sell it, and it is impossible for Han Qing, Wang Fei, and Li Wenjun to sell it as a gift from Jiang Chen."
Li Hui smiled bitterly: "Yes, my brother contacted Li Wenbin and wanted to buy the works of Li Wenjun and Wang Fei through Li Wenbin, but Li Wenbin refused."
Qin Hanming shook his head: "It's difficult! It will probably be more difficult in the future. Difficult, the market for Jiang Chen's authentic works is very hot now, but none of the works have entered the market for trading, so it may become more popular in the future, and the price may go higher. The harder it is to buy, the greater the risk. The more I want to buy, the more I have been collecting all my life, and I have never seen any living artist’s works appreciate so quickly and exaggeratedly.”
Li Hui: “That was the one more than ten years ago. The masterpieces of calligraphy masters are now worth around ten million. Jiang Chen’s works can be sold for thirty to forty million just after he became a master. How can this be justified?”
Indeed, several people shook their heads after hearing this. , there is no reason to explain.
But.
They also know that the so-called last calligraphy master in China more than ten years ago only knew calligraphy. He also wrote some simple literary works, but none of them were spread. His level was average, so he was just a simple calligraphy master. It is very rare for his calligraphy masterpieces to sell for tens of millions.
After all, in the collection market, tens of millions of dollars can buy some representative works of ancient cultural celebrities.
Qin Hanming sighed: "Hey, I don't know when Jiang Chen will return to the Magic City."
A few people looked back at Jiang Chen's works hanging on the wall, knowing that Jiang Chen Chen will definitely come to pick up these works, but judging from Jiang Chen's current schedule, he will definitely not be back in a short time.
In the live broadcast.
Han Qing took out the pen and ink.
Then, Wang Fei, Li Wenjun, and Yan Ruyu quickly packed out a large table, quickly cleaned it spotlessly, and then placed pens, inks, papers, and inkstones neatly on it one by one.
Everyone around the scene kept quiet, even their breathing was kept as low as possible, and they did not dare to make any noise to disturb Jiang Chen.
This time, Yan Ruyu moved the fastest, quickly standing in front of the inkstone, and was the first to grind the ink for Jiang Chen. She winked at Jiang Chen and showed a playful smile. She was a little more youthful and lively than Wang Fei and Li Wenjun. The youthful atmosphere.
Jiang Chen nodded to Yan Ruyu, then slowly came to the desk, picked up the brush and paused in the air for a moment, without immediately dipping it in ink and starting to write.
Han Qing once again pointed her live broadcast phone at Jiang Chen and the rice paper in front of Jiang Chen. There were already more than 940,000 people online in the entire live broadcast room. There were far fewer barrages in the live broadcast room. Many people looked at Jiang nervously. Chen and the brush in his hand are waiting for Jiang Chen to write. I wonder what kind of work Jiang Chen will write?
Almost everyone around him looked at Jiang Chen nervously and expectantly.
Wang Fei, Li Wenjun, Wang Xuefeng, Yang Wenjie, Huang Bo and others all made quick guesses in their hearts.
Ancient poetry?
Ancient words?
Modern poetry?
This is a literary genre that Jiang Chen has already written and proven himself. Each of his works is worthy of being included in textbooks and passed down through generations.
And the next second.
Jiang Chen began to write.
The movement is extremely fast, the arm and the brush are almost integrated into one, like a sharp sword, the brush seems to leave a series of sword lights and sword shadows on the white paper!
Three words appeared quickly.
Xia Ke goes!
Three words come out.
The scene became even quieter.
Everyone can feel a sharp sword-like aura from these three words. Just by looking at it a few times, my eyes feel a little sore, as if they were stimulated by the sword's edge. , instinctive fear appeared in my heart.
And many viewers who knew calligraphy were even more excited and their faces turned red.
Wang Fei, Li Wenjun, Huang Wenqing, Huang Bo, Wang Xuefeng and others all widened their eyes and wanted to say something, but they did not dare to say it at this time. They were too close to Jiang Chen and were afraid. Talking would disturb Jiang Chen's current state.
Whether you are writing calligraphy or creating, the state at that time is the most important.
If you are in the right state, what you write may be extraordinary.
Once you are disturbed, the sudden inspiration in your heart may disappear, and an important opportunity will be missed. You may not encounter that feeling again for a long time, and even sometimes You will never encounter it again in your life, and you will regret it for the rest of your life.
so!
No one dared to speak.
Qin Hanming, Li Hui, and Qin Xuerong, who were far away in the Magic City, all stood up immediately, staring at Jiang Chen on the live broadcast screen and the strokes that appeared under his pen. The words formed are like sword blades.
As the vice president of the Calligraphy Association, Li Hui said with admiration: "The characters are so sharp. The pen in his hand is like a sword. Every stroke is carved with a sword." , it’s very tiring to stare at it all the time, and it feels like your eyes can’t stand it! His control of the charm of calligraphy has become more arbitrary, and he has made great progress.”
Qin Hanming: “What a terrifying calligraphy talent!” br>
Qin Xuerong: "This is the most powerful word and work written by Jiang Chen. It should be a poem!"
Under Jiang Chen's pen.
Lines of text appear quickly. Everyone at the scene and watching the live broadcast were attracted by the words. There were only a few barrages in the live broadcast room. There was nothing else in everyone's eyes, only Jiang Chen's pen and the individual words that appeared in his pen. Character.
"Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, Wu Gou Shuang and Xue Ming."
"The silver saddle shines on the white horse, and it flies like a shooting star."
With just a few words, the image of a knight instantly appeared in everyone's mind.
A scholar from Yanzhao, with a red military tassel on his head and a shining Wuyue scimitar at his waist, rode a white horse with a silver saddle, galloping on the street, like a star in the sky The same, in a flash...
And the next second.
Jiang Chen’s writing appeared again.
"Kill one person in ten steps, leave no trace in a thousand miles!"
As soon as this sentence came out.
The sound of gasping could be heard instantly. Many people wanted to shout in excitement, but they took a deep breath to hold back. They just stared at Jiang Chen and the words on the table with red faces.
At this moment, the live broadcast room was flooded with dense barrages!
“I jumped up with excitement, the writing was so awesome.”
"It's so cool. Kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace in a thousand miles! So awesome!"
"Is this the knight in Lao Jiang's mind? Awesome!"
"Lao Jiang is awesome !”
“Awesome!”
“Kneel down!”
"Can this be written by a human being?"
"This is my first time to reward, please give it to Lao Jiang!"
"It is also my first time to reward, I must reward such a work For a moment, I’ll feel sorry for myself.”
“That’s awesome!”
“My hands are shaking.”
...
Everyone present at the scene, including Wang Fei, Li Wenjun, Li Wenbin, Wang Yang, and Yang Wenjie, clenched their fists in excitement, their faces turned red, and they stared at every word Jiang Chen wrote.
"When it's over, I brushed off my clothes and hid my body and name deeply."
"I was passing by Xinling to have a drink, and I took off my sword and stretched my knees forward."
"I will eat Zhu Zhi. Hai, holding a cup to persuade the marquis to win."
"Three cups of wine will make the five mountains lighter."
"After the fireworks make the ears warm, the spirit will rise."
"Waving the golden mallet to save Zhao, Handan will be shocked first."
“Two heroes from the Qianqiu period have made Daliang City famous.”
“Even if you die as a hero, you will not be ashamed of being a hero in the world.”
"Who can write Your Excellency, Baishou Taixuan Sutra?"
Jiang Chen wrote faster and faster, just like a swordsman's sword getting faster and faster, but the sharpness in each word was It is getting thicker and thicker, as if every stroke is a sword and every word is composed of sword blades.
When the last sentence is finished.
When Jiang Chen put down the brush in his hand, his arms were a little numb and he felt dizzy for a moment.
Seeing the system prompt, he directly got three thousand calligraphy experience points, which was the most experience points he had ever gotten at one time.
He knew that writing this time had improved a lot, but it also consumed a lot of physical strength and energy.
He is now physically and mentally exhausted and just wants to lie down and have a good sleep.
The scene was still silent!
No one dared to speak out.
A pair of eyes just looked at the words, as if they were afraid that if they spoke out, the words would turn into swords and strangle them.
In a nearby courtyard house.
Li Zheng looked at the live broadcast screen, picked up the phone with trembling fingers and dialed. After the call was connected, his voice was trembling and said excitedly: "Have you watched Jiang Chen's live broadcast?"
The other party’s voice was also a little excited: “Looking, Mr. Li!”
Li Zheng: “I think I want this painting of a knight-errant, no matter how much it is, even 100 million. I must hang it in my study. Can you do it? If not, I will find someone else.”
There was silence on the other side of the phone for a moment, and then he said, "Mr. Li, we are preparing to contact Jiang Chen."
Li Zheng: "Within a month, the price can be less than 100 million. If it works, I will give you a commission of 5 million!"
A voice immediately came from the other side of the phone: "Okay, we brothers will try our best."< br>
Li Zheng: "Okay, I'll wait for news from you."
Hung up the phone.
Li Zheng walked back and forth in the room excitedly, and at the same time kept muttering: "Kill one person in ten steps, leave no trace in a thousand miles, throw away your clothes when the matter is over, and hide your body and name deeply." ! What kind of talent, what kind of imagination, can I write such a poem? I must have this work, I must!"
This is the value of art.
As long as someone likes it and is willing to bid, then it can be worth that much.
As the saying goes, money can’t buy it. I like it.
……
And at the scene.
Yan Ruyu noticed that Jiang Chen was a little tired, and her body swayed. She quickly stretched out her hand to support Jiang Chen's waist, and grabbed Jiang Chen's arm with her other hand. At the same time, her eyes were reluctant to leave the words on the desk.
Li Wenjun couldn't help but read it out, his clear voice also trembling with excitement.
"Zhao Ke is wearing a tassel, and Wu Gou is frosty and snowy."
"The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a shooting star."
"Killing one person in ten steps, Leave no trace behind.”
"When it's over, I brushed off my clothes and went to hide myself and my name."
"I was passing the Xinling Mausoleum to drink, and I took off my sword and crossed my knees."
"I will eat Zhu Hai with my wine, and I will persuade the marquis with a glass of wine." "Win."
"Three cups of Noran, the five mountains are lighter."
"After the fireworks, the spirit is full."
"Waving the golden mallet to save Zhao, Handan was shocked first."
"Two warriors from the Qianqiu period, illustrious in Daliang City."
"Even if the hero's bones are fragrant, he will not be ashamed of being a hero in the world."
br>"Who can write your Excellency, Baishou Taixuan Sutra? ”
Although Li Wenjun’s voice was very soft, in this silent environment, it clearly reached everyone’s ears. It also made every audience in the live broadcast room extremely excited. It was as if I had experienced it myself.
Then, everyone in attendance took a deep breath, as if suddenly awakened.
Li Wenjun, Wang Fei, Sophia, Yang Wenjie, Huang Wenqing, Huang Bo and others, as well as Yan Ruyu who was supporting Jiang Chen, only then took their eyes away from the text, and they were all shocked to see The monster's eyes looked at Jiang Chen.
This poem truly shocked each of them.
It’s not that the lyrics of this poem are excellent, but that there is a spirit of chivalry in the world between the lines, and the strokes are full of swords and swords.
They can't imagine it.
What kind of talent and mind are needed to write such a work?
Just after watching and listening to it once, they were so excited that they wished they could carry a long sword and ride a white horse with a silver saddle to travel around the world, act chivalrously, punish rape and eliminate evil, without asking for anything in return.
What kind of chivalrous world does Jiang Chen himself, who can write such a work, have in his mind?
At this moment, the live broadcast room was boiling again, the number of people online skyrocketed again, directly crossing the one million mark, and the many reward special effects were even more difficult to see.
(End of this chapter)