A table of eight people!
Other than Xu Heng himself, the other seven stared at him, waiting for him to show off his skills.
What was worse was that Qian Yuejiang had come to join in the fun at this time.
"What's wrong?"
"You bunch of people, don't bully Xu Heng!”
Everyone disagreed.
"Bully? Why did he say that! We're asking Xu Heng to teach us!"
Qian Yuejiang: "??"
"Then you shouldn't have put down your bowls and chopsticks! You won't even let Xu Heng eat it!"
Wu Liubai explained,"Xu Heng talked to us about calligraphy.”
Calligraphy?
!!!
Qian Yuejiang's first reaction was,"Xu Heng actually knows calligraphy?”
The old man opened the fan and showed it to Qian Yuejiang.
Qian Yuejiang's first reaction was,"Xiao Zhuan?”
The old man smiled."But Xu Heng's first reaction was the Jade Tendon Seal! He even understood the meaning behind my words.”
Qian Yuejiang turned to look at Xu Heng."Hiss…You know calligraphy! Why didn't you say so earlier! You even caused me to look for the person for so long!”
"Do you know Tie Xian Zhuan? I need someone to translate the words on a stone tablet!”
Xu Heng,"…" Be human!
What are you all looking at me for?
Xu Heng pursed his lips."Can I eat my fill first and talk about it later?"”
Everyone said in unison,"Yes!"
Qian Yuejiang was even more exaggerated.
"You eat first, I'll go prepare the Four Treasures of the Study!”
There was no need!
There was no need to be so exaggerated!
F * ck!
Do you have to do this?
Xu Heng was helpless. The food in front of him instantly lost its fragrance.
After filling his stomach, Xu Heng wanted to escape.
However, they were all looking at him eagerly. Who could bear to hurt them!
Sigh…After lunch, everyone returned to the revision venue.
Wu Liubai ignored Meng Qingyin and sat in the same car as Xu Heng.
"Professor Wu, aren't you going to accompany Ms. Myers?”
Wu Liubai smiled."My thoughts are the same as hers. You're the most important!”
After laughing, he restrained his emotions and became serious.
"Previously, I was only focused on digging deep into your knowledge reserves and neglected your talents in other aspects! "It's my fault!"
Xu Heng's face darkened.
Professor Wu, you're scary!
You became serious just to criticize yourself?
Zhao Sheng, who was driving, did not understand the meaning behind this. He only studied ancient literature and did not know much about calligraphy.
But he didn't know, and he didn't dare to ask!
Not only was it embarrassing, he was also afraid that he would be criticized if he asked the wrong question.
There were some things that were as different as mountains.
Even if the two lines were similar, there was still a huge gap between them.
Back at the venue.
He had just sat down.
Qian Yuejiang brought the four treasures of the study, brush, ink, paper, and inkstone.
He placed it on the table!
He extended his hand."Please!"
On the left, Meng Qingyin was grinding ink for him.
It was too exaggerated!
He was putting on too much airs!
Xu Heng gasped.
The surrounding expert teachers also surrounded him.
This was no longer a matter of whether he was willing to write or not.
It was because this involved the way everyone looked at it.
He had already brought the things over. If he didn't write them, wouldn't he be putting on airs?
Qian Yuejiang, oh, Qian Yuejiang, you're such a scheming academician!
"Phew…" Xu Heng took a deep breath and picked up his brush.
What should I write?
"Spring Day!"
Xu Heng dipped his brush into the ink and swept it across the Xuan paper.
With a stroke!
Everyone's heart skipped a beat.
"What font would it be?"
"Xu Heng is a young man, and there is no limit to how many people there are! I really want to know what he will write!"
"'Spring Day'? Isn't it the opening poem of our revision conference?”
"It really suits the occasion!"
Everyone whispered.
Many people surrounded him.
They wanted to see how strong this young man, who was not even 20 years old, was with his thin wrist.
To be honest, Xu Heng was also very nervous.
After all, it was his first time writing with a brush in front of so many professionals.
It had been ten years since he last wrote with a brush!
"Hiss!"
Take a deep breath!
When the brush fell!
Xu Heng exerted force on his wrist!
The moment the brush came into contact with the paper, Xu Heng's mind was cleansed.
This was completely different from the feeling he had when he touched a brush when he was young.
With a stroke!
The brush was sharp!
Before anyone could see what Xu Heng had written, he had already swung his arms left and right.
Strong hands!
The brush was even more powerful!
The words written on the Xuan paper were even more powerful!
Everyone thought that Xu Heng was showing off, but after he started writing, the situation changed drastically.
"The font turns like a ring!"
"Unrestrained and smooth!"
"In one go!"
"Hiss! Wild grass! This is crazy grass!"
"The handwriting is thin! At first glance, it was messy, but upon closer inspection, it was like ten thousand horses galloping!”
"The brush posture is the face of the Bendu! The font was ever-changing and flamboyant!”
"This reminds me of the Four Calligraphy Forms of Ancient Poetry and Huai Su's Self-narration Calligraphy!!”
"Especially the 'Self-narration Tie', the fifth of the top ten famous posts in our country! It was still in the museum!”
"..." From the first few words of Xu Heng's brush, the crowd's discussion was like a flood breaking through a dam, and it could not be stopped.
"This, this, this, is this really something that a little kid can write?”
"Impossible! How is this possible!"
"Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!"
Even though they were mentally prepared to deal with Wu Bailiu and Qian Yuejiang, even though they trusted Xu Heng, they were still shocked by the scene in front of them!
"Iron painting and silver hook!"
What is the iron and silver hook?
It was talking about Huai Su's "Self-narration Post"!
But today, Xu Heng's "Spring" was even better!
"The strokes are vigorous and elegant, like a winding steel cable. When the brush is retracted, it is sharp like a hook!”
Wu Liubai had studied the wild grass before and knew it very well."Although there are only four sentences, the overall style of the grass is continuous. The pen is flipped up and down, suddenly left and right, undulating. There are fast and slow, light and heavy. It's like a rhythmic melody, very dynamic.”
"The brush breaks and the meaning is connected. The brush moves endlessly. The tip of the brush protects the hook. One word, one line, and even several lines echo each other!”
"Xu Heng! Xu Heng! Xu Heng!"
"You're really like Huai Su in this world!”
When Xu Heng finished writing the last sentence,"All colors are always spring"!
The last word was "spring". He lifted his hand and placed it horizontally.
Before he could put down his brush, someone personally came to pick it up with both hands.
But he didn't take it!
Because Meng Qingyin said,"Sign it! Xu Heng, sign it!"
Xu Heng wrote his name and date on the paper.
Qian Yuejiang hurriedly took out his ink pad!
"If you don't have a seal, then give me your fingerprint! I'll contact my friend in the capital later and find you a good piece of jade. I'll make one for you!”
Xu Heng's scalp went numb."It can't be, right? Fellow Qian, everyone, it really can't be!”
"As for that! Why wouldn't it be!"
"You're so young, but you can write calligraphy that looks like wild grass. You can be said to be one of the best in the world!”
Wu Liubai stared at the poem 'Spring Day' on the paper, dumbfounded.
He couldn't even speak.
"Old Wu has done a lot of research on Wild Grass! Your calligraphy is stunning!”
Xu Heng curled his lips.
"Don't belittle yourself! Student Xu Heng, please show your strength!”
Wu Bailiu snapped out of his daze and took a deep breath.
He had goosebumps from head to toe.
"The most important thing in calligraphy is the lines!”
There were also professors who knew calligraphy who came forward.
He couldn't help but lean forward!
He was the former president of the National Painting and Calligraphy Association, Lin Xiyuan!
He had done quite a lot of research on calligraphy!
He was a contemporary calligraphy master!
He had been personally received by the leader at the Great Hall of the People.
Because of his understanding of calligraphy, he was disdainful when the crowd gathered to watch the show.
A true calligrapher had his own set of habits when it came to the control of the brush.
For example, he had held a brush since he was young and painstakingly wrote for decades before he had today's achievements.
He believed that no matter how good Xu Heng was, his calligraphy was nothing special.
Many people were watching because they didn't understand. They could only see the appearance but not the bones!
However, after Xu Heng finished writing "Spring," Lin Xiyuan heard Wu Baiyu's praise.
He couldn't help but step forward to take a look!
He was a professional!
He often discussed painting and calligraphy with Wu Bailiu.
Especially Crazy Grass!
He didn't care about what others said, but Wu Bailiu had really done some research and had discussed it with him in depth!
Wu Liubai's words had a certain degree of credibility.
When Lin Xiyuan came forward and took a closer look.
Boom!
It was as if he had been struck by lightning!
He felt an invisible force coming down from the top of his head!
Crash…Goosebumps rose all over his body!
"How is this calligraphy? This is a painting!”
"I have been obsessed with calligraphy for decades. I know that if a person succeeds in the lines, he will be halfway to success. If the lines are not good, it is useless no matter how beautiful the body is!”
"Especially cursive script!"
"Especially the poem he just wrote!”
"The lines on the paper are flying, and the stippling is surging. It seems to give the soul of the Chinese characters! This…This is the true art of calligraphy!
”
"Xu Heng, can you give this piece of calligraphy to an old man like me? I'm willing to use my collection of Ming and Qing ink-wash paintings in exchange!”
Lin Xiyuan could tell at a glance that it was something good.
He was extremely excited!
However, when he opened his mouth, more people rushed over.
"Mr. Lin Xiyuan, it's not good for you to speak to a junior like this!”
"That's right! Mr. Lin Xiyuan, you're a leading figure in the calligraphy world! Your own calligraphy attainments are already far from what I can compare to! There's no need for you to take us amateurs seriously!”
Kill!
If even you, Lin Xiyuan, think it's a good thing, we think it's a genuine calligraphy treasure!
Furthermore!
You, Lin Xiyuan, are famous for being a miser!
This time, for the first time, he wanted to exchange his ink wash painting antiques from the Ming and Qing Dynasties with Xu Heng!
Something that could make you cut your flesh like this further proved the uniqueness of Xu Heng's wild grass!
Lin Xiyuan was speechless."You guys…!!!”
Everyone also stared at Xu Heng with longing in their eyes!
"I'm willing to exchange my antiques for anything! As long as you like it!"
"I'm willing too!"
"Xu Heng, although it's not appropriate to mention money in such an occasion, I still want to ask, how much are you willing to pay?”
"Shameless. You already said that you're not suitable, yet you still mention money! Alright, if you want money, I'll come too!"
"Are you doing this on purpose? Everyone was fighting over it, and they were on the verge of fighting!
This song,"Spring Day," had already been signed and even had his fingerprint pressed!
It could be considered a complete set of calligraphy.
Qian Yuejiang reached out to pick up the paper.
Everyone gasped."Academician Qian, what are you…?”
Someone even reached out to Qian Yuejiang's arm.
"Academician Qian, let's just leave it there! The ink on the paper was still wet! Be careful."
Qian Yuejiang was speechless.
At this moment, Wu Liubai looked at Lin Xiyuan.
"Mr. Lin, this calligraphy is like flowing clouds and flowing water, lively and flying, and the brush is creating a wind. This is [The Heart and Palm Master's Power Turns Strange, Strange and Perfect], right?”
"It's a freehand painting!”
"It's comparable to the 'Self-narration Post' that everyone cares about!”
Lin Xiyuan slowly closed his eyes and smiled bitterly.
"Now I understand!"
"What do you mean by 'running like a snake'? This is it!"
"At first, I suspected that the smoke was light and the ancient pine trees were faint, and it was like a mountain that opened up ten thousand feet.”
"The brush only looks at the current, and the words only fear the dragon.”
The moment he opened his mouth, it was endless.
Lin Xiyuan said,"Mad Grass, there were Zhang Xu and Huai Su in ancient times. Now, there's you, Xu Heng!”
"The 'Self-narration Calligraphy' only belongs to the occasional and passed down through the ages. It's an arrangement between words and lines. There are changes, unification, and a global perspective.”
"The 'Spring Day' in front of us is the same!”
"Although I really want to take it for myself, with you guys around, I also know that I love but can't get it! Just let me evaluate it to my heart's content!"
Since he couldn't get it!
Then let's give a good evaluation!
He poured everything he had learned in his life into it.
This was also a form of respect for Xu Heng's calligraphy.
Wu Liubai and Qian Yuejiang knew what Lin Xiyuan meant.
"Mr. Lin, you're exaggerating a little!”
Lin Xiyuan smiled bitterly."It's you who don't understand the subtlety of Xu Heng's calligraphy! His calligraphy is well-deserved!"
"Although I'm very curious, at such an age, could it be that he has been holding a brush since the beginning?”
"But even so, it's impossible for him to have such attainments!”
"But he's so stunning!”
"I've seen too many talented children, but compared to him, no matter how outstanding those young people are, they pale in comparison!”
As he spoke, he looked at Xu Heng's calligraphy.
Everyone looked at each other.
Although this Lin Xiyuan was stingy, his ability and standard were there!
Otherwise, the country would not have given him such high treatment!
Otherwise, he wouldn't have become the president of the country's Calligraphy Association.
Lin Xiyuan finally looked at Xu Heng."Xu Heng! Are you willing to part with it?"
Xu Heng was speechless.
"Eh! It's too exaggerated, this word is..."
"Xu Heng!" Wu Baihua shouted, interrupting Xu Heng.
He still had some understanding of Xu Heng.
This fellow was not interested in worldly possessions, so he naturally would not care much about the value of his calligraphy.
Even if it was really as these people said, so what if it had such high value?
His hand was Xu Heng's, so he could write as much as he wanted.
Xu Heng indeed thought so.
He didn't care!
Moreover, he knew more than just cursive calligraphy…Xu Heng frowned slightly and turned to look at Wu Baiyu.
He didn't ask. After all, too much talk was bound to make a mistake.
Wu Liubai narrowed his eyes slightly.
He calmed down!
He turned to Qian Yuejiang."Academician Qian, Xu Heng's calligraphy will be given to the National Revising Team!”
"Really?"
"If he didn't think so, why did he write 'Spring Day'?"”
"That makes sense! That makes sense!"
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