Thirty years have passed, except for his gray hair, he doesn't look too old, and even his skin is still ruddy and shiny, and a ridiculous thought suddenly surged in his heart: Isn't this old guy eating supplements such as "golden meat" every day?

After the two sides exchanged pleasantries, Wu Leyi greeted the two of them very heartily to sit down, personally made a pot of kung fu tea, let the two taste it, first greeted Zhou Jingru's father, and chatted casually, Zhou Jingru led the topic to Ye Shaoyang, and Ye Shaoyang immediately expressed the idea of wanting to visit his collection.

"Ordinary things are meaningless. Young man, since you have attainments in calligraphy, I recently got some broken posts, so I just want you to take a look. ”

Ye Shaoyang immediately said that he didn't dare.

Wu Leyi nodded at his son, Wu Xujun immediately went upstairs, Shaoqing took a bamboo box down, opened it and put it on the coffee table.

The box was opened, and Wu Leyi personally took out a few yellowed calligraphy from it, which looked like antiquities, most of them were fragments, and there were some brush words written on them.

Wu was willing to separate the calligraphy and put them on the coffee table one by one, and politely invited Ye Shaoyang to appreciate it.

Ye Shaoyang read them one by one, and saw that there were several fonts on the copybook, so he had to rush the ducks to the shelves, and held back a few sentences of calligraphy terms.

These shallow terms, to the ears of a senior enthusiast like Wu Leyi, are simply laymen, but he just smiled slightly, and asked Ye Shaoyang to judge the author of these posters.

Ye Shaoyang didn't even look at it, and said, "I don't know." ”

When Zhou Jingru heard him say this, she couldn't help but be a little worried, even if it was a progressive strategy, she had to pretend to be a little bit like it, so as not to be questioned and difficult to round.

Sure enough, Wu Leyi smiled lightly and said, "With such a characteristic handwriting, Mr. Ye can't recognize it?"

Ye Shaoyang said frankly: "I can't recognize anyone's handwriting, I like to practice calligraphy since I was a child, and there are calligraphy books everywhere around me, I throw them away when I practice, I have never seen who the author is, and no one has told me this." ”

Wu Leyi smiled and said, "What's the use of practicing calligraphy without seeking the roots?"

Ye Shaoyang also smiled: "I practice words, what do you care about, you eat an egg is delicious, you have to know the hen that lays eggs?"

Wu Le was stunned, then laughed heartily, and ordered Wu Xujun to put away all the calligraphy, spread rice paper, and spoke to Ye Shaoyang, "Since Mr. Ye disdains to read books, he is always good at writing books, please write a painting, let the old man take a look." ”

Ye Shaoyang was not in a hurry, and asked Wu Leli to write a picture first, which can be regarded as a respect for the host as a guest.

"Okay. The old decay throws bricks and leads the jade. Wu Leyi excused himself, picked up a medium-thick wolf hair from the pen stand next to the table, dipped it in ink, and slid it on the paper, smiling at Ye Shaoyang, "See it." "Step aside.

When Ye Shaoyang came up to take a look, two words were written on the paper: Heavenly Dao.

It is written in regular script, which looks very thoughtful and very good.

Ye Shaoyang praised a few words from the bottom of his heart, Wu Leyi smiled indifferently, pointed to the two words and said: "It is said that the text is like its person, Mr. Ye has seen anything from my two words?"

Ye Shaoyang was stunned, observed carefully, and said slowly: "The font is square and regular, flat and stable, which shows that the old gentleman is honest, the penmanship between the lines is introverted, tight inside and loose outside, it can be seen that the old gentleman is full of confidence and has a strong idea in his heart." ”

After a pause, Ye Shaoyang continued: "The most important thing is the word chosen by the old gentleman, the way of heaven, these two words themselves are very thick, indicating that the old gentleman has a clear distinction between right and wrong, and faintly has the ambition to do the way for heaven?"

Wu was happy to laugh, "Doing the right thing for the sky, how is it possible, conforming to the way of heaven and having ideals to help the world." What does Mr. Ye think?"

Ye Shaoyang felt that his words had a kind of meaning of quoting off the topic, and asked rhetorically: "How to conform to the way of heaven?"

"Right and wrong are clear, the strong are suppressed and the weak are helped, and the brave are responsible. "That's just one aspect. ”

Looking at his resolute eyes, Ye Shaoyang believed that what he said was true, and he did it too, this old man was not a bad person in nature.

Staring at Wu Leyi's face, Ye Shaoyang then asked: "Where is it easy to distinguish between right and wrong, what is the standard, are you setting it, if so, how can you guarantee that you are right?"

Wu Leyi was slightly stunned, and said slowly: "Then what do you say is to conform to the way of heaven?"

Ye Shaoyang came to the table, grabbed a pen from the pen stand, and added two words behind the word "Heavenly Dao" that Wu was willing to write.

Wu Leyi's father and son and Zhou Jingru immediately came up to see it curiously.

Ye Shaoyang writes cursive, wild grass, but because the strokes of the words are few, they are very easy to recognize, and even Zhou Jingru reads the book at a glance, and he writes two words: people's hearts.

"The way of heaven is too perfect, and if it is blindly perfect, it is not real enough, so I am more in favor of starting from the heart and comparing the heart to others. ”

Wu Leyi stared at the rice paper on the table, the words "Heavenly Dao" and "People's Heart", one regular script, one cursive, one square, one freehand, the style is very different, and the temperament is completely different, this contrast has triggered some deep thinking by Wu Leyi.

"Good words!" Wu Leyi observed for a long time, giving an evaluation of these two words, without saying too much nonsense, these two words represent his attitude.

Ye Shaoyang took out the rice paper, held the brush, wrote four more words in one breath, stepped aside, and asked Wu Leyi with a smile: "How about these four words?"

Wu Leyi stepped forward to take a look, and his eyelids immediately jumped, what Ye Shaoyang wrote: Purple Moon Clear Sky.

Wu Leyi restrained his emotions, observed for a moment, and said expressionlessly: "It's also a good word." ”

Ye Shaoyang bent the corners of his mouth, these four words were improvised by him, and they were a very clear hint, but Wu Le's performance of pretending to be stupid made him not very satisfied, gritted his teeth, pointed to the word "Purple Moon" and said, "Are these two words good?"

Wu said happily: "Okay." ”

"What did the old gentleman think of when he saw these two words?"

Wu Leyi looked down at those two words, silent, and there was no expression on his face, so that people couldn't guess what was going on in his heart.

"I, think about it a lot. After a long time, Wu Leyi said slowly, raised his head, looked at Ye Shaoyang, and his expression was not angry but threatening, "Ye Tianshi, you have something to say, why don't you just say it?"

The three words "Ye Tianshi" made Ye Shaoyang feel relieved in his heart, it turned out that he had already known his identity, and it seemed that his speculation was not wrong.

Zhou Jingru also stood up nervously and came to stand behind Ye Shaoyang.

"That half of the notebook, in your hand?" Ye Shaoyang looked at him and said.

Wu Leyi still had an ancient expression and said, "I don't know what you're talking about. ”