Debuting After Eight Years of Time Travel: 589. This is impossible, this is impossible! This bragging is so false… (please subscribe)

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In Beijing, there is a courtyard building.

This courtyard house has been carefully renovated, just like the mansions of princes and nobles on TV, with all kinds of simple mahogany decorations and furniture.

In the study room, a thin old man was standing in front of the desk, holding a writing brush in his hand. He was writing calligraphy fonts one by one on the white paper on the table with his concentration and strength. There were two people standing around, an old man in kimono and a middle-aged man.

The old man in kimono stood next to the old man who was writing, watching closely. The middle-aged man stood not far behind with a respectful expression, as if he was not qualified to stand in front.

The emaciated old man waved his arms, and the brush on the paper was like a dragon and a snake. One after another, extremely chic cursive scripts appeared. It seemed that the paper was not calligraphy fonts one by one, but dragons and snakes dancing wildly. Most people would not recognize it at all. I can't tell what the words above are, but I can still feel the crazy and rhythmic artistic conception contained in it.

Obviously, this old man is a master of cursive calligraphy.

The arms were shaking, full of energy, and one cursive font appeared one after another. He put down the brush after writing on the entire paper. The whole person was filled with a kind of freedom and arrogance, and a smile appeared on his face.

The old man in kimono next to him immediately clapped his hands gently and praised: "Mr. Han is worthy of being the best cursive calligraphy master in China. This work will definitely arouse everyone's mad rush.

The emaciated old man’s name is Han Zhao. He is a calligraphy master known as the best cursive script. In his early years, he was a professor at the Shuimu Chinese Department. He studied under a certain cursive script master and was extremely talented. He had already mastered cursive script twenty years ago. To become a cursive calligraphy master is to be one of the leading figures in the field of calligraphy in China, a real cursive calligraphy master, not the cursive calligraphy masters boasted on the Internet. His qualifications and seniority are slightly higher than those of Li Xiyan, and he is on equal footing with Lin Xizhan.

The old man in kimono is exactly what Ken Bunkura mentioned. Mingze Jibu is one of the three major literary sects in the island country. He is good at writing poetry, calligraphy, and Chinese painting. He is also proficient in music and can play several folk instruments in the island country. Shot is one of the most versatile in the field of island literature today.

Mingze Jibu and Han Zhao knew each other decades ago. At that time, Mingze Jibu also visited China's two top universities, Beijing University and Shuimu, for a period of time. He became good friends with Han Zhao and has kept in touch for many years, so After arriving in the capital, he lived in Han Zhao's home.

After hearing Mingze Jibu’s praise, Han Zhao nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile:

“I’m old, no

I am as arrogant as I was when I was young.

If you want to write cursive script with more artistic conception and flavor, it is indeed better to write when you are young and arrogant, which will have more artistic conception.

However, Han Zhao's cursive calligraphy is more sophisticated than ever. There is sophistication in the arrogance, just like a person's growth process. His works are purchased at large prices, with the price of one word reaching tens of thousands, making him one of the most valuable calligraphy masters alive today.

The middle-aged man behind said: "Teacher's cursive calligraphy works have been listed as one of the library collections of Beijing University and Mizuki University. The National Museum has also been included in the collection and is known as one of the contemporary cultural treasures. .

Among the contemporary Chinese masters who are still alive, there are only a handful of people with such achievements!

Mingze hurriedly smiled and said: "Hahaha, I will definitely treasure the two works that Mr. Han gave me and treat them as heirlooms in our family.

Han Zhao said with a smile: "Mr. Mingze is overly praised. To say that the most valuable work now is Wang Qian. One of his works has been hyped to 5 million in the market. The National Museum is also here I plan to collect his works. With such achievements at his age, he is truly the first person in his generation.

Wang Qian expressed his recognition and praise for Mingze in his words.

He has also watched all of Yan Juan's live broadcasts, and even quietly visited Zhejiang University and Double Star. After seeing Yan Juan's handwriting and works, he naturally knows that Yan Juan's strength and talent can be called a monster.

Zhang Yue quickly listened to Yan Juan's words, shook his head and said: "I don't think so. Mr. Han, you are the first person in cursive script, and my calligraphy is also good. We all know that we must achieve success in calligraphy. , how much time did it take you? I remember that you were already in your fifties when you became a master of cursive calligraphy! I only touched the threshold of a master of calligraphy three years ago, and I was already seventy years old. You really think so, Mingze. At just thirty years old, you can create calligraphy fonts like Thin Gold Style? Become the only contemporary calligraphy master?'

"Also, each of the works he wrote requires profound life experience. There are also pure feminine elegances like Zui Huayin and Yi Jian Mei. How could he, a grown man, write so profoundly and delicately? '

Wang Qian came to the mahogany Taishi chair and sat down. He picked up the tea prepared next to him and took a sip. Then he raised his head and glanced at Zhang Yue. He asked lightly: "So, Zhang Yue Sir, what do you want to say?"

Zhang Yue quickly said with a slight seriousness: "I think this is a game, a game that many people create and build momentum for Mingze, and maybe the official side is over. What do you think?"

Wang Qian glanced at Zhang Yue and asked: "We are not good at poetry, so let's not talk about it for now. Let's talk about calligraphy. Who do you think has the ability to create calligraphy fonts like Thin Gold Style and become a A great master? Who is so generous as to give up the title of such a great master to Mingze?'

"Back then, when I entered the threshold of masters, I was as arrogant as the cursive calligraphy I wrote. I wanted to surpass my predecessors, create my own calligraphy fonts, and achieve the status of the first calligraphy master in hundreds of years. However, until now, I have spent more than ten or twenty years and have no idea.

“I also understand why there have only been so few masters of calligraphy for thousands of years? That’s really a literary star descending into the world.’

Zhang Yue was silent for a moment, and then continued: "Then, what if there is official force behind it?'

Yan Juan asked: "For what? Why was Yan Juan selected?"

Zhang Yue said quickly and loudly: "In order to create a grassroots myth that attracts national attention, in order to overwhelm the Chinese cultural heritage of our island country

Wang Qian smiled, shook his head and said: "Yan Juan Jibu, you are thinking too much. We, China, have always suppressed the Chinese culture of your island country! You have been learning from us, and you will always be just students.

Yan Juan Jibuyi was silent, but there was a look of reluctance in her eyes.

The middle-aged man also said softly: "Mr. Zhang Yue, in addition to giving lectures at Yangyin University and Beijing University this time, Yan Juan will also come to our Shuimu to give lectures. You have ample opportunities to find out the truth. And , As far as I know, Mr. Li Xiyan, one of the three major literary sects from your island country, visited Mingze today.'

"Also going with me is Mr. Han Yueling from Hong Kong Island."

The middle-aged man only mentioned Yan Juanhong and Han Yueling, because in his and Wang Qian's opinion, only these two people were qualified to mention them.

Others, even Lin Xizhan are not qualified.

After all, Yan Juanhong is not a pure literati, but a musician and a calligrapher. At the same time, she has recently become a new calligraphy master. She studied under Mingze and became a new thin gold calligraphy master

At the same time, Lin Xizhan is one of the vice presidents of the Capital Calligraphy Association, but Wang Qian is the president of the Calligraphy Association, and the only president, but there are several vice presidents.

So, no matter in terms of status, qualifications, or strength, Wang Qian has never taken Lin Xizhan seriously.

Only Yan Juanhong, one of the three major literary sects in the island country, and Han Yueling, the best calligrapher in the south, are qualified to be compared with Wang Qian.

Wang Qian said softly: "Li Xiyan's calligraphy and Chinese painting are both outstanding, and Yan Juanhong's running script has touched the limits of masters. They are both dedicated to their studies. However, they are too eager to see Mingze...

A trace of contempt flashed in Wang Qian's eyes.

No matter how popular Yan Juan is recently and how excellent her works are, in Wang Qian's view, she is just a junior with no background. How can she be qualified to let senior seniors like them come to visit her?

Li Xiyan and Yan Juanhong have lowered their status.

It should be Mingze who came to visit them with a greeting card.

Zhang Yue quickly shook his head and said: "Li Xiyan will not expose Yan Juan. Han Yueling's so-called first calligraphy in the south is very watery... As far as I know, there are people in Nanyang and treasure islands who are not inferior to Yan Juanhong. Although the two old men of the Kong family and the Li family are low-key, they are very powerful

When mentioning Baodao and the Chinese traditional Chinese studies families in Nanyang, Yan Juan smiled and said nothing, but there was still a hint of arrogance in her eyes.

Because he is Wang Qian, he is a disciple of a well-known family, and he is a big shot in the capital's cultural circle. He has a natural sense of superiority over the masters of Chinese studies from other regions.

Even the member of the Kong family, he didn't look at it.

A few people were chatting.

At this time, there was a rush of footsteps, and then the door was pushed open.

A middle-aged man walked in with a young woman, looked at Wang Qian and Zhang Yue, and said respectfully: "Mr. Han, Mr. Yan Juan. I just heard some news."

Seeing that the visitor was so anxious, Wang Qian picked up the tea cup again and took a sip before asking: "What are you so anxious about? Don't be impatient at any time when studying.

The middle-aged man said quickly: "I heard from a good friend of Beijing University that Mr. Yan Juanhong, Xue Zhenguo, Zhao Shuren, Li Xiyan, Lin Xizhan and others left Mingze. Also traveling with them were Jia Fuqing and Han from the northwest. Zhao, the news came from Han Zhao and Jia Fuqing.

Yan Juan looked serious.

Zhang Yue quickly asked expectantly: "Did Mingze lose when they met and competed with Yan Juan?'

The middle-aged man shook his head and said seriously: "According to what Han Zhao said, there was only one sparring session at their gathering this morning.'

Only one?

Wang Qian and Yan Juan quickly looked curious.

In their opinion, Li Xiyan and Han Yueling were both leading figures in their respective regions. If they came to visit Yan Juan, they must be unkind and wanted to discuss matters and create some trouble for Mingze. Therefore, there will be at least two discussions.

What, only one scene?

Zhang Yue walked quickly and asked happily: "Mingze lost the first game, so there will be no second game, right?'

The young woman behind the middle-aged man said quickly: "Of course not. It is said that Mr. Li Xiyan and Professor Mingze competed in calligraphy and traditional Chinese painting. Mr. Li Xiyan used the inspiration he had accumulated for several years to create the pinnacle of his life. ”

Wang Qian said a little impatiently: "Yue Ling, just tell me what happened.

The young woman is Wang Qian’s granddaughter, Wen Cangjian, who is currently studying as a doctoral student in the Chinese Department of Shuimu. Hearing her grandfather’s impatience and seeing Zhang Yue’s eagerness, she immediately said: “Then, Professor Mingze I also created a traditional Chinese painting on the spot, and also wrote a poem in thin gold calligraphy on it, called Wanglu Mountain Waterfall. The poem is like, the sun shines on the incense burner and the purple smoke comes out, and I look at the waterfall hanging in front of the river in the distance, and the water flows down three thousand feet. It seems that the Milky Way has fallen into the sky!'

After hearing this poem, the eyes of several people present lit up.

We are all masters and experts in the field of Chinese studies. Even if we cannot write good ancient poems, our appreciation skills are definitely top-notch. Naturally, we can tell at a glance that this poem is not an ordinary poem, but a masterpiece. The excellent landscape description poems are not inferior to the few landscape poems that have been passed down through the ages in textbooks. The middle-aged man whispered: "As expected of Mingze, this poem is truly a masterpiece."

Wang Qian did not comment and asked again: "What then? Yue Ling, continue."

Yan Juan Jibu also had a serious face and said softly: "Li Xiyan's traditional Chinese painting and calligraphy can be said to be among the best in the island country, and he is the best in calligraphy and painting in the island country."

After hearing Zhang Yue's words, Yan Juanhong smiled, and then said: "Even though Mr. Li Xiyan is a master of calligraphy and painting, he has to bow before Professor Wang. Professor Wang has a picture of the waterfall at Lushan Mountain, plus this poem , and the final signature made Mr. Yan Juanhong surrender on the spot, and Mr. Han Yueling left without writing a word."

Zhang Yue quickly stood up without any doubts on his face and asked: "Why? A painting, a poem, a signature, how can you do this?'

Wang Qian was also full of curiosity and anticipation: "Keep talking!"

Wen Cangjian nodded and said: "I was not at the scene, and I have never seen Professor Wang's painting. However, according to Han Zhao, that painting is the highest-level Chinese painting he has ever seen. It is no exaggeration to say that it is a masterpiece of traditional Chinese painting. It is several levels higher than Mr. Li Xiyan's paintings. Mr. Han Yueling gave the highest evaluation on the spot, saying that it is an extraordinary painting and a national treasure.

“This poem is also an excellent landscape poem. Coupled with the calligraphy of a master of thin gold calligraphy, it is of ordinary value.’

"The reason why Mr. Han Yueling left without writing a word was Professor Wang's final signature.

"Han Zhao described that Professor Wang's final signature mentioned Mr. Han Yueling, Mr. Li Xiyan, and Professor Yan Juanhong. However, the calligraphy fonts used were authentic running script calligraphy, and its level and artistic conception were still higher than those of Mr. Han Yueling. So Mr. Han Yueling couldn't write at all.'

At this moment, Wang Qian stood up in shock, spilled most of the tea in the teacup in his hand, and stared at his granddaughter Wencang Jian with wide eyes

Zhang Yue Jibu shouted loudly: "This is impossible, this is impossible! This bragging is too false