Wei Zhongdao suddenly opened his eyes!
A fierce light shone!
He looked like he wanted to skin Wang Hao alive. It was terrifying!
He raised his brush!
He let out a breath of turbid air!
Wei Zhongdao wrote quickly!
In one go!
Unexpectedly, Wei Zhongdao revealed a faint smile.
He was quite satisfied with his work.
The strokes were vigorous and sonorous.
It was a masterpiece.
Wei Zhang, who was beside him, turned his head and glanced at him, secretly heaving a sigh of relief.
Lu Zhi was slightly startled.
He had a faint feeling of unease.
Could it be that this Wei Zhongdao
It was unimaginable.
He immediately glanced at Wang Hao's work.
"Yun Yi, your calligraphy."
Hiss ~~
Lu Zhi could not help but gasp.
"Zigan, what's wrong?"
Cai Yong couldn't help but feel curious.
In his impression, although Lu Zhi was not very good at calligraphy, he was at least a great scholar of his generation. He should not be so surprised.
Wei Zhongdao sneered,""Humph! Could it be that his work was too bad and he was ashamed to see others?”
As he spoke, he stood up and presented his work to Cai Yong."Please have a taste, Mistress Cai."
Cai Yong took a look and couldn't help but nod in praise,""Yes! Not bad, the writing was vigorous and vigorous. The entire article was written in one go. It could be considered a first-class masterpiece!”
Wei Zhongdao was overjoyed. He quickly bowed and cupped his hands."Thank you, Mistress Cai!"
At this moment.
"Bo Meng, I don't know some of the calligraphy. Come and take a look!" Lu Zhi waved his hand.”
Lu Zhi
There was actually calligraphy that he didn't recognize?
Cai Yong was stunned. He stood up and walked to Wang Hao.
He stared at Wang Hao and gasped.
Once an expert made a move, one would know if there was anything!
Cai Yong's eyes were filled with shock and disbelief.
"Nephew, who did you learn this calligraphy from?”
What was going on?
So it turned out!
Wang Hao's poem was written in five different styles of calligraphy: Xiaozhuan, Lishu, Kaishu, Xingshu, and Kuangcao. Every style of calligraphy was perfect, and no one could find any fault with it.
Wang Hao bowed.”
The language teacher had stepped out to take the blame again!
"Qiao Hui! Qiao Hui! Qiao Hui ~"
Cai Yong repeated this name over and over again, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't think of a person in the world who was good at poetry and calligraphy and could surpass him!
Han Dynasty calligraphers could be divided into two categories:
One was the Han official calligrapher, represented by Cai Yong;
One was the cursive calligrapher, represented by Zhang Zhi, who was known as the " cursive saint " by later generations.
In the history of Chinese calligraphy, there were two people who were called " Grass Saints ". One was Zhang Zhi of the Later Han Dynasty, and the other was Zhang Xu of the Tang Dynasty.
According to historical records, Zhang Zhi was diligent in learning the ancients and was indifferent to official advancement. The court did not accept him because of his Tao. People at that time respectfully called him "Zhang Youdao".
Although there were two main types of calligraphers in the Han Dynasty, this did not mean that there were no other types of calligraphy.
In fact, it was the exact opposite. In the 300 years of the Han Dynasty, the development of calligraphy could be said to have reached its peak.
From Xiaozhuan to Lishu, then from Lishu, it gradually evolved into regular script, running script, cursive script. By the time of Han Ling Emperor Liu Hong, all the existing scripts were basically complete.
Wang Hao knew all this, so he dared to write all kinds of words without worrying about being exposed.
"There are really hidden dragons and crouching tigers in this world!”
Cai Yong let out a sigh, tugging at his goatee, and solemnly said,"Yunyi, if your master can be born, he will definitely be a great scholar in the world. Even I can't compare to him!”
"Bo Cui, isn't this a bit exaggerated?" Lu Zhi was shocked.”
Cai Yong explained,"Zigan, Yunyi's first poem is Li Si's Xiaozhuan.”
"Xiao Zhuan is difficult to write, which is why official script was created. Ordinary people write Xiao Zhuan, and most of them have a form but no spirit. It's purely an imitation, but Yun Yi's Xiao Zhuan is different. It's as if it's natural and has both form and spirit!”
Lu Zhi nodded silently.
He knew what Xiao Zhuan looked like.
"Bo Qiong, the second line of the official script seems to have your shadow in it, and not only you, but also Zhong Yao, Shi Yiguan, and the others. It's incredible, it's simply unbelievable.”
Zhong Yao, Shi Yiguan, Liang Hu, and the others were all famous calligraphers during the reign of Emperor Ling of Han.
Lu Zhi was very excited, as if he had caught a treasure.
Cai Yong continued," This third line reminds me of Mr. Wang Cizhong. Elder Wang's calligraphy is like this. The body is square and the painting is straight!"”
It is worth mentioning that the regular script we are writing today is also called Zhengshu or Zhenshu. It was created by Wang Cizhong of the Eastern Han Dynasty.
"What about the fourth sentence?" Lu Zhi asked in surprise.”
Cai Yong explained," This fourth sentence has the shadow of the famous calligrapher Liu Desheng. His handwriting is beautiful, elegant and graceful. It's free from the square and round. It's thick and delicate. It's like flowing clouds and flowing water. It's pleasing to the eye.”
Looking at the fifth line of Wang Hao's poem, Cai Yong sighed.""This fifth sentence is probably Zhang Boying's cursive script, right? Thinking back to when His Majesty recruited him to become an official in the court, he refused and devoted himself to studying calligraphy. He did not expect that the true inheritance would be lost!”
Wei Zhongdao felt that something was wrong.
She moved closer to Wang Hao and glanced at his work.
His eyes immediately widened like copper bells, wishing that they could pop out of his eye sockets and shatter on the ground with a smack.
Cai Yan was similarly astonished to the extreme.
Not only official script, but also small seal script, regular script, running script, cursive script, there was nothing that could not be done!
It was simply a decathlon, wasn't it?
Her future husband was actually so outstanding!
Lu Zhi laughed out loud,"Bo Meng, then the second match…"
Cai Yong didn't hesitate,"Nephew Yun Yi won! Two out of three rounds. Since Yun Yi had already won two rounds, there was no need to compete in the remaining round of zither skills. My daughter was betrothed to my nephew.”
Overjoyed, Wang Hao immediately bowed and cupped his hands.""Thank you, father-in-law!"
I beg all the big shots to support me ~~~
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