Chapter 321 Four Friends from Jiangnan
A short, fat man with a shiny bald head said with a happy face:
"I ask myself that if I am not the best in the world in calligraphy, there are few who can compare with it. Let's talk about the art of calligraphy first!"
"It's better than painting."
A man with a fresh and handsome face looked Ding Ling up and down and said with a smile:
"Ding Ling. You don't have to go to the Three Treasures Hall for anything. You suddenly came to our West Lake Plum Village to visit us. You probably didn't just want to discuss Taoism with us."
Needless to say.
There are those who seek refuge with Xiang Wentian.
There must be players who have taken refuge with the four owners of Meizhuang.
Looking at the expression of this handsome man, he was quite wary of Ding Ling and the others. Needless to say, some players must have leaked the news that Xiang Wentian would come to rescue Ren Woxing.
Never mind whether this is true or not.
Some people will be wary, but that's human nature.
Compared with the pedantic Liu Zhengfeng, these people are obviously more sophisticated and tactful. They don't believe everything the players say, but they don't believe it either.
Xiang Wentian's heart skipped a beat when he saw this, and his heart started beating wildly. He found that he had underestimated the caution of the village owners in front of him.
He was very upset and didn't know if he could succeed this time.
At the moment, I can only count on Ding Ling. After all, he can't compete with the four masters of Meizhuang in the real competition of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.
He did collect some valuable calligraphy and paintings, piano scores, etc.
But he had competed with Ding Ling and knew that Ding Ling's painting skills and other standards were better than those of many ancient sages. In this case, he naturally gave up using calligraphy and painting to seduce the four village owners, and put all his treasures on it. On Ding Ling's body.
Thinking about this.
He also looked at Ding Ling with bright eyes, full of expectation and not to talk to outsiders.
"good."
Ding Ling activated his full acting skills and looked at the four village owners with a serious face:
"In addition to discussing Taoism, I also want to use my painting skills, calligraphy skills, piano playing skills, etc. to exchange with the four village owners what you have learned throughout your life."
The four village owners all changed their colors.
One by one, they opened their mouths as if to refuse.
Ding Ling didn't wait for them to speak and said quickly:
"Of course, if my skills cannot satisfy the village owners, you don't have to change."
He smiled slightly and said:
‘Several owners of the village, this is a business that I am willing to do without any deception. How about it? Do you want to give it a try? ’
"good."
The gray-haired old man stroked his beard and laughed:
"Ding Ling, please speak quickly and stop talking so much. We won't be polite to you anymore. Okay!"
He decided:
"Let's compare first. If a few of us are impressed by you and are willing to make exchanges with you, I won't stop you."
Xiang Wentian looked a little confused from the side.
I don’t know what Ding Ling is up to.
Only Qu Feiyan knew it clearly and thought:
"Needless to say, Brother Ding must be doing this to learn new martial arts. That's why he put so much effort into it."
Her eyes rolled around and she thought to herself:
"I must find a way to help Brother Ding. I just don't know where there are more martial arts secrets? By the way, Shaolin Temple! But how do I sneak into the Shaolin Temple?"
Qu Feiyan was thinking there.
Ding Ling has already set up his formation.
He laughed loudly and said:
"I will compete with the four village owners at the same time."
"Ding Ling, don't be too arrogant."
The zombie man looked a little unnatural:
"Every one of us brothers has a unique skill. Each of us has been studying it for decades or more than ten years. Are you too arrogant if you want to compete with us at the same time?"
"If that's not the case, how can we convince the village owners?"
Ding Ling clapped his hands.
Lin Pingzhi and Qu Feiyan immediately stepped forward to prepare pens, inks, paper, and inkstones.
Ding Ling took the pen and started painting without saying a word.
But see the brush room.
In less than a moment, a portrait of a character appeared on the paper.
Astonishingly, they are the portraits of the four village owners.
The painting is lifelike and shining, as if it will come out of the painting at any time.
The appearance of the four dealers.
Don't wait for them to react.
Ding Ling once again took up the pen, brushing his pen, and a ghostly calligraphy work came out.
The four village owners gasped.
Ding Ling sat in front of the guqin again and played the song Swordsman.
a long time.
The sound of the piano faded away.
Several village owners still seemed to be in a trance.
After Xiang Wentian coughed a few times, they seemed to wake up from their daze.
This time.
The village owners looked at Ding Ling as if they were looking at a god.
The man with gray hair looked at Ding Ling with enthusiasm:
"I never thought that I, Huang Zhonggong, would be able to hear such a divine song in my lifetime. I would die without regrets. I would die without regrets!"
Ding Ling's piano skills are at full level.
Later, he collected the piano skills of famous masters in the Three Kingdoms world.
His piano skills have improved all the way, and now he has reached the pinnacle of Grand Master level!
It's reached this point for him.
It is no exaggeration to say that he is a piano saint.
He played the song "Swordsman" with sonorous, impassioned and heroic spirit to the extreme. Anyone who listened to it would find it hard not to be intoxicated by it.
Huang Zhonggong, who has been pursuing and obsessed with the music all his life, was immediately convinced by Ding Ling and was the first to speak:
"Everything I have learned in my life has been integrated into the seven-stringed invisible sword. If you don't mind, Ding Ling, are you willing to trade your piano skills with me?"
"It's what I asked for."
Ding Ling was overjoyed in her heart, but on the outside she was calm and solemn as she said:
"I have pursued various paths throughout my life. It would be a great honor if I could pass on your unique skills to Senior Huang!"
"Ha ha……"
Huang Zhonggong was so relieved that he stroked his beard and said with a smile:
"I have never been able to find a suitable successor for my Seven-stringed Invisible Sword. No one else in Meizhuang can learn it. Your piano skills are extraordinary and extraordinary, and they are very close to my heart. If I can teach you the Seven-stringed Invisible Sword, . I feel very honored too.”
You can see it from here.
Compared with several other village owners, Huang Zhonggong is an honest, generous and gentle person.
Meet such an old-timer.
Ding Ling is extremely respected.
Dangjie said that he would definitely teach Huang Zhonggong his lifelong piano skills.
Huang Zhonggong was naturally overjoyed and didn't mention it.
The handsome man over there also couldn’t wait to say:
"Now that eldest brother has said so, I won't hide it anymore. Ding Ling. I, Dan Qingsheng, am also willing to trade with you."
"And I, the bald pen man."
The short, fat, bald man jumped out with a pen and looked at Ding Ling feverishly:
"Your regular script is so strong, it's invincible. I just don't know how your cursive script is?"
Ding Ling has no ink marks.
Just hold the pen and wave your hand, and it will be done in one go.
A cursive handwriting was created immediately.
The bald pen man immediately pounced on it, observing and admiring it carefully, as if he was completely immersed in it and couldn't extricate himself.
"Eldest brother, third brother and fourth brother are all impressed by you."
The zombie man walked out and looked at Ding Ling solemnly:
"I would like to see how your chess skills are."
"Come."
Xiang Wentian took out the chessboard and chess pieces:
"You two might as well compare now."
