"What's wrong, Grandpa? You must be surprised that Song Yun could have such talents, right?"
Ouyang Jie was looking down at Song Yun's calligraphy with satisfaction, appearing smug and self-satisfied, failing to realize that the two old men in front of him were so angry they could tear him apart.
"Not beating you for a day makes you itch for trouble, doesn't it, grandson?"
Ouyang Shu picked up a belt and lashed it fiercely towards Ouyang Jie's backside.
"Ow, Grandpa, what are you doing? I kindly showed you a treasure, and you hit me!"
Ouyang Jie frantically rubbed his trousers. The old man's strike was so powerful and skilled that it was too much even for him, a young man.
"Hit you? If it weren't for the fact that you're my grandson, I'd have the heart to kill you!!!"
"Ouyang Shu! So this is your family's prodigal son! Whip him, whip him hard!"
"Wait a minute, respected elders, even if I'm to die, shouldn't I at least understand why?"
