"Since Mr. Xi is talking about betting, I don't know what you want to bet?" Zhong Yue said with a smile.

"Have courage." When I meet an ordinary junior, I guess I'm going to push it away quickly and dare not show off. Zhong Yue won't laugh with you. Since I'm going to have a test, I'll just be more straightforward, which is a rare exchange.

Xi Qichang said: "When we were discussing cursive script, we mentioned the rules of cursive script. Yu Youren, the master of cursive script today, can be called the modern saint of calligraphy."

"Yes. Mr. Yu's contribution to the calligraphy world is not inferior to Wang Xizhi and Yan Zhenqing. He has opened up the Wei stele and the grass, which is the first to the cursive script of our generation. What we just discussed is the standard cursive script advocated by Yu Gong. I heard from Kaishan that you are very good at lacquer calligraphy, and I believe that the foundation of libation and regular script is not bad. What do you think of the rules of this standard cursive script?"

Ouyang Kaishan smiled and rescued Zhong Yue: "Several people, since they all said that Zhong Yue's official skills are not bad, they ask questions about cursive scripts. Isn't this a tough problem? And they even ask such open and difficult questions, let's change one."

"Hey, what we are talking about is just a matter of calligraphy literacy. If it makes sense, we will lose; if it makes sense, you will be punished by three cups in a while, Zhong Yue."

When he heard it was a half-joking little bet, Zhong Yue stopped being hesitant.

Ouyang Ming came over with wine on the side, and was very upset that these celebrities from the calligraphy world surrounded an unknown young man and said sourly: "Old Mr. Xi, why are you sorry for an unknown junior?"

This sounds like helping Zhong Yue, but he still looks down on Zhong Yue in his bones.

"Hey, you can't say that."

Ouyang Kaishan smiled and said, "Aming, help you Aunt Liu serve food."

Zhong Yue stood aside, without saying a word, and just watched happily as Ouyang Ming was sent to work again.

Ouyang Ming was so angry that his teeth were itchy. Why did his grandfather always help this brat talk?

"Since several teachers are interested in giving me some advice, I will be ugly." Although Zhong Yue has not yet encountered cursive script, he still has some insights.

"Old Yu is a contemporary giant. His cursive script style is vigorous and his metal and stone spirit is heavy. However, I don't agree with the standard cursive script."

Several old calligraphers looked at each other, "Oh? What do you mean, is this inappropriate approach to modern calligraphy saints?"

"Old Xi, Zhong Yue's experience is still very shallow. If there is any inappropriateness, please forgive me."

"Let's talk about your opinion next."

Zhong Yue continued: "Calligraphy art has its own development rules, and should be colorful and not force to draw a single mark. When reading ancient and modern works, it is also the most taboo to favor one thing and reject all beauty. Therefore, no matter whether it is official script, regular script, running script, there should be no standards."

"What about Tang Kai's rules?"

"The law and the standard are two different things."

Xi Qichang nodded in admiration and continued to ask: "If there is no standard, everyone will pursue the smooth beauty of lines, which is difficult to recognize, write, and remember. How can we solve it?"

Zhong Yue said concisely and to the point, "Writing style."

Several people were a little surprised, "Brushwork? Do you really dare to say it. How can you determine the rules based on brushwork?"

Zhong Yue naturally understood the reason why these old calligraphers did not believe it, "This requires our efforts."

"good!"

"What Mr. Zhong said is deeply my heart. I, Mr. Han, drank this wine."

Ouyang Ming was about to come over and laugh at him, but before he could pull out the bottle plug, the red wine that had just been opened was taken over by Han Qi, who had a beard, poured it into a wine glass, and drank three cups in a row.

Ouyang Kaishan also smiled and never saw Zhong Yue having such a deep calligraphy skills. These words are not something that ordinary people can say. How could he know that Zhong Yue, who lives in the valley, deals with a group of ancient calligraphy people every day. He has never eaten pork and has seen pigs run away.

"Let's have dinner, how about it, Lao Xi, how about me, a little guest?" Ouyang Kaishan said and even said something from Shanghai.

"It's pretty good. I originally thought that if I wrote a good handwriting, I could have such a vision, and if I can achieve great things in the future, it would be great."

Zhong Yue picked up the wine glass and said, "Write a few teachers to give me some advice. To show my respect, I will first give you three cups."

It was said that it was a bet, but Zhong Yue understood that this was just a joke. He couldn't really let the old men give him three glasses of wine. Others gave Ouyang Kaishan a face, and he would not make things difficult for him. People must have pride, but they cannot have pride. As a junior, they naturally do it first.

As a result, the few people laughed happily, and the praise in their eyes was expressed without saying that this young man was really sensible.

"Old Xi, since I just mentioned the bet, I haven't said that if Zhong Yue wins, what if it's like. You are all old seniors, so you can't treat the younger generation badly." Just now, Zhong Yue helped Ouyang Kaishan to earn face, and let several calligraphy people have more face, so naturally he has to get some benefits.

Some things cannot be bought with money, and even Ouyang Kaishan cannot help Zhong Yue.

"Well, Kaishan is a good thing. These three toasts have reached my heart. In this way, Zhong Yue, what do you want to satisfy us? Try to satisfy us as much as possible. Of course, if you open your mouth and want a big villa in Linjiang like Kaishan's family, you probably tie up and sell us, and you can't afford it."

"Ha ha."

Zhong Yue naturally would not speak loudly and smiled: "A few of you are all calligraphy masters in Shanghai. It is my honor to be able to guide the younger generation's calligraphy. Since Mr. Xi said that, I have a heartless request here."

With Ouyang Kaishan here, Ouyang Ming, who was accompanying the seat, did not dare to be arrogant and said lightly: "Don't be too much."

"Say, what a ruthless request? As long as it is not allowed to write calligraphy naked by the Huangpu River, whatever." Han Qi, who had drunk wine, was crazi and became even more casual now.

"I came from Z County. This time I brought some good Huimo. I will give it to several teachers later. I hope you will accept it with a smile."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone at the dinner table was shocked.

"What? I heard it right? Your unhappy request means giving us your Huimo?"

"It's a good thing for me, is there any problem with my ears?"

Ouyang Kaishan's smile became even stronger. The son was very good at teaching, "I think Zhong Yue will not be aimless. Brothers, please be careful."

"I'm afraid. I, Mr. Han, agreed to your request. I thought I was going to get some blood. I didn't expect to get some bargains. I'll see what good things are."

The adults at the dinner table had a lot of fun and drank it all. Ouyang Ming looked at Zhong Yue, who was not surprised by his favor and disgrace, and felt a little impressed. What kind of way does this kid do? You should know that in the past, his grandfather's literary friends never looked at the children of the Ouyang family. Although they were not as rich as the Ouyang family, their social status was definitely above Ouyang Kaishan.

However, today is probably the day when Ouyang Ming has seen these "zombie faces" laugh the happiest and the most times.
Chapter completed!