"Don't dare, I just did a little research on the theories before the Northern Song Dynasty." Shen Long said modestly. Wang Anshi really didn't understand the knowledge of later generations. He had never read Wang Yangming, Huang Zongxi, Gu Yanwu, Wang Fuzhi, Xin Jiaxuan, etc. I don’t know much about Li Qingzhao’s poetry, and I don’t know much about Ming and Qing novels.

"Chinese studies are profound and profound, and your research scope is already very broad!" Shi Pu held his hands in admiration, "This ink is worth leaving in your hands, but according to the rules of the store, please write a few words, oh , you can also paint.”

Although Shen Long's attainments in Chinese studies are profound, not all masters of Chinese studies can write good calligraphy. If the handwriting is like a dog gnawing, the ink is also cast in a dark way.

"Easy to say, I'll just write a word!" Shen Long rolled up his sleeves, and Shi Pu took him to the desk and helped him spread paper and grind ink with his own hands. Shen Long nodded and thanked him, and took a pen holder. The pen begins to moisten the ink.

As soon as he saw the way Shen Long held the pen, Shi Pu knew that he probably couldn't keep the ink. An expert would know if it was there as soon as he made a move. Shi Pu's own calligraphy could only be considered unsatisfactory. Compared with ordinary enthusiasts, it was natural. It is much better, but it is far inferior to those of others. The way Shen Long holds the pen and the momentum he reveals is that of a master.

Shi Pu held his breath, not daring to disturb him. He stared at the paper, wondering what Shen Long would probably write. Shen Long thought for a moment, and then the tip of his pen touched the paper. The pen moved like flying clouds and flowing water. It took a long time to write a poem called Qijue.

"I climbed up to the Qianxun Pagoda on Feilai Peak. I heard the rooster crow and watched the sun rise. I was not afraid of the clouds covering my eyes, just because I was at the top." Shi Pu read out, "Oh, this is Wang Anshi's "Climbing". "Fei Lai Feng"! Good calligraphy and good calligraphy, this spirit is very energetic, and it shows Wang Anshi's momentum in writing!"

In the face of experts, Shi Pu did not talk about the frame structure, the use of pens and other clichés, but directly talked about the most important point. The most profound part of calligraphy is the spirit. Why is Su Shi's "Han Shi Tie" so good? That's because Su Shi's deep resentment and anger at being demoted to Huangzhou were all condensed in this word.

Why is Yan Zhenqing's "Manuscript of Memorials to Nephew" so good? That's because Yan Zhenqing's deep sorrow and anger overflowed in his writing after his nephew's death, and one can understand Yan Zhenqing's mood when he wrote these words at a glance.

The same is true for Shen Long's painting "Climbing Feilai Peak". It is full of vigor and vitality, and Wang Anshi's courage and determination to fear evil are vividly displayed on the paper. This is truly good calligraphy. If the words and the poem's momentum do not match, no matter how well written they are, It's not a masterpiece, but it's good.

"That's funny!" Shen Long said with a smile. He had inherited Wang Anshi's talent and knowledge, and now that he was writing his poems, he naturally understood his mood at that time very well. So what's the surprise when he wrote such words?

"Maybe I'm a bit presumptuous, but your calligraphy is really good. Can I ask if your calligraphy is for sale?" Shi Pu was so happy when he saw that he was really unwilling to let this calligraphy slip away from his eyes. Walk.

"Hey, look what you said, this paper is yours, the pen is yours, the grinder, the paperweight, everything is yours, you can take it if you like, why bother talking about money!" Yo, this is good, if you do it again in the future Entering the world of missions, I have another skill to make a living. I’m afraid I can make a lot of money selling words, right?

"You can't say that. Compared with your calligraphy, this bit of pen and ink is completely worthless. Why did Huang Tingjian's "The Pillar Inscription" sell for 437 million yuan? That's not because the pen, ink and paper he used are valuable.

But Huang Tingjian's calligraphy is valuable." Shi Pu concluded that Huang Tingjian's calligraphy only has 64 characters in total. Each word is worth 6.825 million, which is almost worth 20 kilograms of gold. This is really a word worth a thousand pieces of gold!

"That's Huang Tingjian. I'm not well-known, so I can't sell it for a price. Otherwise, you can give me a discount when I buy ink later." I also have Huang Tingjian's calligraphy there, and the calligraphy on it is better than

There are many "Main Pillar Inscriptions", but the calligraphy on this one is too new. If any expert is asked to identify it, they will definitely say that it is a fake that was written only a few years ago.

"Then I'll take advantage of you. Leave me your phone number and I'll be the first to call you when I find something good." Beijing men don't care about things, so Shi Pu agreed immediately.

After exchanging business cards, Shi Pu carefully went to the safe and took out a box. When he opened it, he saw that it contained ten antique ink ingots. The ink ingots were of different sizes and shapes. They were all painted with a painting on one side and a poem written in gold on the other side.

The form of the article combines "Spring Dawn on the Su Di", "Lotus in the Wind in the Quyuan", "Moon Reflected in the Three Ponds", "Autumn Moon on the Flat Lake", "Singing the Orioles in the Willow Waves", "Shuangfeng in the Clouds", "Nanping Evening Bell", "Watching Fish in Huagang", "Leifeng Sunset" and "

The Bridge Can Snow "Ten beautiful views of the West Lake are engraved on each piece of ink.

"With its bare shape, it can be called a work of art. It makes me reluctant to use it." The ink is thick and the sound of gold and stone can be heard when struck. It is absolutely extraordinary.

"I bought this set of ink at an auction in 1995. It cost me 550,000 yuan at that time." Shi Pu stretched out his hand and talked about the origin of this set of ink.

"At that time, the houses in Beijing's Third Ring Road were less than 5,000 per square meter, right? This house is equivalent to a three-bedroom apartment." Shen Long couldn't help but clicked his tongue and said, it was so expensive back then, how much do I have to spend now?

Nowadays, a square meter of houses in Beijing's Third Ring Road costs 100,000 yuan. If you calculate it that way, this set of ink is worth tens of millions.

"Hey, what house are you talking about? How tacky?" Shi Pu waved his hand, "Let's just talk about the market price of ancient ink. It rose for a while after 1995, but started to fall again in 2006. Let's see, this

I’ll give you the original price for the piece of ink, and I’ll keep your calligraphy, so no one of us is polite.”

Shi Pu didn't want to take advantage of others, so he thought of this method. Shen Long naturally didn't have to worry too much, so he directly agreed and bought some paper, pen and inkstone from Shi Pu, although it was not as good as this set of ink.

The origin is also top-notch nowadays.

Before leaving, Shen Long sent out an invitation, asking Shi Pu to bring his friends to sit at his place. Shi Pu readily agreed; after coming out, he went to other places to buy some necessary things for the study.

Shen Long returned home and arranged the study room, and then took out the calligraphy and painting works and hung them up. However, the size of the elegant gathering painted by Li Gonglin was too large to fit in the study room.

So Shen Long hung the painting in the hall of the front yard. Hanging the elegant gathering picture here suited the occasion, but Shen Long was a little curious when looking at the painting and didn't know what to expect when Shi Pu brought his pictures.
Chapter completed!