"Mr. Gu, please!"
Zhang Qian opened his hand and walked over with Gu Yiran.
There was a row of display cabinets over there that contained the authentic works of various masters.
Genuine works such as Yan Zhenqing, Liu Gongquan, and Wang Xizhi, which were hard to find outside, were everywhere here.
Next to the display case was the owner of these collections.
At this moment, they were gathered together with the Four Treasures of the Study placed in front of them. They rubbed their palms lightly as if they were going to compete.
"Haha." Zhang Qian said," Mr. Gu, please don't take offense. Every time they get together, they will compare the level of calligraphy!”
The collectors in the antique world were both big and small.
Those big collectors would naturally let go of all the treasures and send them to their own showcases when they had the chance.
As for the smaller collectors, they were more interested.
For example, most of the collectors in front of him were calligraphy lovers, so they were keen to collect the calligraphy of famous artists.
Where there were people, there would be Jianghu and competition.
Every time this group of people gathered together, they would share their progress in calligraphy with each other. In fact, it was also a secret competition.
"Old Zhang, you're here too. Come and write a few words to play with?”
Some sharp-eyed people saw Zhang Qian and immediately pulled him over.
"No, no, no!" Zhang Qian hurriedly waved his hand and said with a forehead full of sweat," You're all calligraphy masters. Isn't it asking for a beating to compete with you?!"”
"I'm here to bring this little brother here to see the calligraphy of the ancient masters. Let's meet again next time!”
Zhang Qian was also a chicken thief.
After all, he was a person who suffered losses.
This group of people would invite new people to write calligraphy every time, and they would even comment on it afterwards.
Although there was no malice in his words, the person who wrote it would inevitably feel a little embarrassed.
Zhang Qian was not willing to give others comments like a monkey in public.
"You want to see our things?" An old man rolled his eyes and smiled wickedly." If you don't write it, the two of you can forget about seeing our collection today!”
"Yes, yes!"
"You have to pay a price for looking at our things!”
The group of people watched the commotion and did not mind the matter getting bigger.
"This…" Zhang Qian was in a difficult position.
"Sure, no problem." Gu Yiran laughed at this moment and said," But bosses, I can't help but feel excited. Can you appreciate the calligraphy first before I write it for you?”
"Hahaha." The old man laughed loudly and patted Gu Yiran's shoulder." This young man is really forthright. Since you've already agreed, we can't be stingy, right? Go take a look first and write it later.”
The old man called his personal butler over and asked him to bring Gu Yiran and the other woman to look at the calligraphy.
He sat down on the chair and continued to compete with his fellow enthusiasts in secret.
"Mr. Gu, you're too rash." Zhang Qian heaved a sigh of relief. He finally did not have to make a fool of himself later.
"What's wrong?" Gu Yiran asked casually. Her eyes had already landed on a piece of calligraphy in front of her.
This was the authentic work of the Sage of Calligraphy, Wang Xizhi!
Wang Xizhi was a famous calligrapher in the Eastern Jin Dynasty.
Before the Eastern Jin Dynasty, there were also calligraphy masters like Cao Zhi in the Han and Wei Dynasties. As a result, many of the calligraphers in the Eastern Jin Dynasty had a typical style of the Han and Wei Dynasties.
It was only after Wang Xizhi's appearance that all of this was broken.
Wang Xizhi's calligraphy was proficient and compatible with the styles of Li, Cao, Kai, and Xing. He also integrated their strengths into one, breaking away from the Han and Wei Dynasties and forming his own unique style.
His Preface to the Orchid Pavilion was also known as the world's best cursive.
"Good stuff!" Gu Yiran gently touched the corner of the calligraphy and the system's analysis immediately began.
Wang Xizhi's life of practicing calligraphy and painting appeared before his eyes.
Gradually, a lot of knowledge about calligraphy appeared in his mind.
While quietly enjoying the feeling of knowledge jumping in his mind, he also listened to Zhang Qian's explanation.
"The person I was talking to you about is called Wang Heng, a famous calligraphy master in the country.”
"He's not a bad person, but he has a strange temper. He likes to comment on other people's works in public, and he doesn't show any mercy.”
"It's fine if the things written are good, but for people like us who are bad at calligraphy, we will definitely be criticized badly!”
"There are so many people here. I can't keep my face!”
Gu Yiran moved her hand away from Wang Xizhi's authentic work. She had already obtained Wang Xizhi's skills in her mind. She turned her head and said,"
"You haven't seen my calligraphy before. Why do you think I can't do it?”
Zhang Qian burst out laughing.
Didn't he find it funny?
Even if you knew how to write with a brush, even if you had practiced calligraphy since you were young, you had only been writing for a few years.
Which of the famous calligraphy masters in the country did not gradually become famous after entering middle age?
It was relatively well written.
Even if his calligraphy was considered outstanding among his peers, in the eyes of a top master like Wang Heng, it was probably full of mistakes.
"Haha."
Hearing Zhang Qian's rambling, Gu Yiran used the system to analyze the calligraphy of other famous calligraphers before replying.
"Is that so? I think my calligraphy is really quite good. Why don't we make a bet? Let's bet that my calligraphy will definitely be praised by Master Wang.”
Zhang Qian laughed and said," No, no, you'll definitely lose. It's meaningless."”
"Up to you." Gu Yiran stretched. He had already obtained the memories of all the calligraphy masters here.
There were three of them, Wang Xizhi, Yan Zhenqing, and Liu Gongquan.
At this moment, Wang Heng stood behind the two of them without anyone noticing, giving Zhang Qian a fright.
"Master Wang, don't scare people!”
"Haha." Wang Heng narrowed his eyes and said," Now that we've finished appreciating the calligraphy and paintings, shouldn't we start writing?”
"Little brother, come quickly!"
"I wonder how the calligraphy level of young people is now. I'm really looking forward to it.”
"Come, come, come. I'll give you the place!”
Gu Yiran walked over under everyone's gaze.
The Four Treasures of the Study were placed on a long table, and there were many calligraphy pieces beside it.
It seemed that these masters had already competed for a round, and the intermission had pulled him over.
"How is it? The things I wrote are not bad, right?”Wang Heng pointed at a piece of calligraphy on the table and said proudly.
"Hmm, not bad." Gu Yiran nodded slightly.
As the Sage of Calligraphy, this painting had already reached the passing level, but it was still not outstanding.
Old Man Wang felt a little strange after receiving praise.
Why did this young man's demeanor feel like a teacher guiding a student?
The praise was more of encouragement than sincere admiration.
Gu Yiran took a piece of paper and picked up a brush in her hand. Her posture was upright, and her expression instantly became solemn.
Old Man Wang's expression changed, and his smiling expression also disappeared.
Judging from his posture, the young man's calligraphy was definitely above the professional level!
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