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Chapter 1,122 The quicksand lightly covers the calligraphy and agarwood
"Damn, it won't be such a big scene, right?"
Zhuang Rui looked at the helicopter that was constantly circling in the sky, looking for a landing place, and was stunned. This was not an American blockbuster like The Scorpion King. As for dispatching the military?
If he hadn't seen Peng Fei waving to him from a helicopter, Zhuang Rui might have thought he was filming a movie.
"Erdan, Xiao Yan, keep an eye on the books in the hall, I'll go out and take a look..."
After Zhuang Rui glanced at Chuanchuan, he gave instructions to Erdan and the other two, then followed the helicopter and ran out of the Populus euphratica forest, waving his hand upward to indicate that the helicopter could land.
"Fuck, what if I'm sick? Just wait until they land and come here..."
The helicopter landed slowly not far from Zhuang Rui. The propeller drove the yellow sand on the ground to form a small vortex, wrapping Zhuang Rui's entire body in it.
After the helicopter came to a complete stop, Zhuang Rui was like a sand man. Not to mention that his face was covered with a layer of yellow sand, even his nostrils and ears were clogged with sand.
Zhuang Rui jumped on the spot for a long time, shaking off the yellow sand from his body, and happened to see Peng Fei coming up from the helicopter. He quickly grabbed him and asked, "You brat, how did you find this place?"
This desert is connected to the Gobi Desert in the north and is very large. It is not an exaggeration to call it a sea of sand. Moreover, the terrain in the desert is changeable. Even if there is a fierce man in the air to guide the way, it is probably easy to go astray. Therefore, Zhuang Rui did not
I thought they would come by helicopter.
According to Zhuang Rui's previous estimate, Peng Fei and others' camel team would have to wait two more days to arrive.
"Brother Zhuang, didn't I leave the satellite phone to you? Locking the signal would mean..."
Peng Fei curled his lips and looked down upon Zhuang Rui. In what age are we now, do you not even understand such basic electronic knowledge?
"You know better, bring me some water, I'll rinse my mouth..."
Zhuang Rui knocked Peng Fei on the head angrily, picked up Peng Fei's military water bottle and rinsed his mouth, then said: "As for making it so exaggerated? Isn't it just an ordinary archeology, even a military aircraft was moved?
Come out, Peng Fei, you are not looking for my elder brother, are you?"
Zhuang Rui thought that Peng Fei was afraid that something would happen to him in the desert, so he asked the military to borrow a helicopter. Although it was common for troops to assist in archaeological work, it was not something ordinary people could do to dispatch equipment like helicopters.
Before Peng Fei could answer, a voice sounded behind him: "It's not an exaggeration at all. I called this helicopter. Xiaozhuang, do you know what the emergence of Dunhuang Documents means?"
"Teacher, you are here too..."
Hearing Professor Meng's voice, Zhuang Rui realized that he had wronged Peng Fei. As an academician of the Chinese Academy of Sciences elected last year, Professor Meng could have asked the local garrison to assist him in his archaeological work, and it was reasonable to call in military helicopters.
Behind Professor Meng, there were several familiar faces to Zhuang Rui, all of whom were well-known archaeological and historical experts in the country. Zhuang Rui had listened to many of their public classes and quickly went up to say hello to a few of them.
"Okay, don't do that nonsense. Xiao Ren said there are still two Buddha statues that haven't been broken. Come on, hurry up and take a look..."
Professor Meng, however, could not see many people talking there, so he pulled Zhuang Rui and walked toward Populus euphratica forest. As he walked, he said: "Zhuang Rui, this batch of Dunhuang documents has gone through the Three Kingdoms, the Two Jins, the Northern Wei, the Western Wei, the Sui, and the Tang.
, the Five Dynasties, the Northern Song Dynasty and more than ten dynasties, covering dozens of disciplines, and the popularity of hand-written scrolls also gave birth to the largest calligraphy group in the history of Chinese calligraphy - Jingsheng, forming a calligraphy school - Jingsheng style.
These important discoveries are crucial, whether they are for dating blank periods in history or filling in some archaeological mysteries. Missing one is a crime against the country..."
Zhuang Rui didn't know that after receiving a call from Dr. Ren in Beijing a few days ago, Professor Meng was so excited that he fell off his chair and even booked a flight from Beijing to Dunhuang overnight. After hearing the news,
, the old man can't wait any longer.
Even though there was a rare natural landscape like a dead Populus euphratica forest in front of him, Professor Meng walked directly in the direction of the temple without turning his eyes. He had already seen the direction clearly when he was on the helicopter.
Zhuang Rui was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and while walking through the Populus euphratica forest with his teacher, he asked strangely: "Calligraphy? I've never heard of it..."
Zhuang Rui knew that most of the scriptures unearthed from the Dunhuang Scripture Cave were manuscripts, but they were basically based on official script and regular script. He had never heard of calligraphy such as the thin gold script that was famous in later generations.
"Zhuang Rui, if you have nothing to do, just calm down and practice calligraphy. Then you will know the influence of Dunhuang calligraphy..."
Professor Meng looked at Zhuang Rui and shook his head. In terms of appreciation of antiques and jade, Zhuang Rui is definitely a master figure in China. Due to the unearthing of Liu Xiu's tomb, Zhuang Rui has made considerable achievements in archeology.
But even with some very basic common sense knowledge, Zhuang Rui often makes jokes. Professor Meng is also puzzled. Zhuang Rui knows nothing about music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but why can he identify the authenticity of objects?
Professor Meng was obviously very excited about the conversation and continued: "Zhuang Rui, do you know whose words I found in those scriptures that Xiao Ren shipped out first?"
"Whose writing is it? Is this scripture written by someone famous?"
Zhuang Rui really doesn't know much about calligraphy. Ancient calligraphers only know Wang Xizhi, Wang Xianzhi, Zhang Xu, Huai Su and Yan Zhenqing. As for modern times, except for the teacher of Fatty Jin, Zhuang Rui has a black eye.
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"Of course, thirty volumes of Cao Sheng's handwritten scriptures were found in just one oil paper bag. Did you know that even among the Dunhuang documents that have been lost abroad, there are only a few volumes..."
Professor Meng was obviously extremely excited and was waving his hands while speaking. Professor Meng has been writing calligraphy since he was a child. Although his status in the calligraphy world is not as high as that of the master, he still has an eye for appreciating calligraphy.
"Zhang Xu? Then... that's worth a lot of money..."
Zhuang Rui was stunned for a moment when he heard this. He did not expect that this Dunhuang document actually contained the handwriting of this great master. Out of habit, Zhuang Rui couldn't help but think about the price of Zhang Xu's works. However, after thinking for a long time, it seemed that he had not heard of Zhang Xu.
Xu's works have been auctioned.
"You...you kid, you are ignorant and incompetent..."
After Professor Meng heard Zhuang Rui's words, he accidentally stumbled on a dead branch of Populus euphratica under his feet. He simply stopped, looked at Zhuang Rui and said: "The Grass Sage I am talking about is not Zhang Xu, but Zhang Zhi."
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Zhuang Rui looked a little confused, shook his head and said: "Zhang Zhi? I've never heard of it..."
"You...I think you should go back and study with undergraduates for a while. Even Zhang Zhi doesn't know..."
Professor Meng didn't know whether to laugh or cry at his proud disciple, so he had to educate Zhuang Rui and tell a brief story about Zhang Zhi's life.
The Zhang Zhi mentioned by Professor Meng was a famous calligrapher of the Eastern Han Dynasty and a native of Dunhuang, Gansu Province.
During the period when Zhang Zhi lived, the slow and choppy official script and the official script with independent characters and official meanings could no longer meet people's needs. Zhang Zhi inherited the official script and got rid of the old customs and created an original one.
For cursive writing!
The sage of calligraphy, Wang Xizhi, always gave in to Zhang Zhi. He once said, "Zhong Yao and Zhang Zhi are unparalleled, and the rest are not worth mentioning." That is to say, in ancient and modern calligraphy, Wang Xizhi only placed Zhong Yao and Zhang Zhi in the same place.
In eyes.
In the history of Chinese calligraphy, Zhang Zhi and Huai Su are two monuments in the Han and Tang Dynasties when cursive script was popular. It can be said that the four masters Wang Xizhi, Wang Xianzhi, Zhang Xu and Huai Su all have their inheritance in the history of Chinese calligraphy.
The first giant - Grass Saint Zhang Zhi.
It's just that Zhang Zhi lived earlier than Wang Xizhi and others, and there are very few authentic works that have been handed down. Even in the few foreign manuscripts suspected of being written by Zhang Zhi, there is no signature from Zhang Zhi, so outside the calligraphy community
People who have never heard of his name.
While waiting for the military helicopter, Professor Meng roughly sorted out the handwritten scriptures and accidentally discovered Zhang Zhi's works. At that time, he treated these authentic works of the Cao Sheng with a pilgrim mentality.
After introducing Zhang Zhi's situation, Professor Meng said with emotion: "Xiao Zhuang, I'm sure that if the master in Beijing saw Zhang Zhi's handwriting, he would die in peace..."
Zhuang Rui knows who Professor Meng is talking about. The master is 98 years old this year. Although Zhuang Rui will visit the old man from time to time and help him groom his body, his spiritual energy is not omnipotent. The old man's health is getting worse and worse.
This winter is so sad.
While talking, a group of people headed by Professor Meng had already entered the ancient temple. Seeing the ancient books that had been dismantled and put back into the oil paper by Zhuang Rui, Professor Meng quickly put on his gloves and began to inspect them.
After a long time, Professor Meng raised his head, gently rubbed the scroll with his hand, and said with emotion: "I didn't expect, I didn't expect that so many precious cultural relics can be preserved in the yellow sand of the desert. It's really like the quicksand lightly covering the calligraphy."
Agarwood…”
Zhuang Rui smiled and said, "Teacher, what you said is very meaningful..."
"Xiaozhuang, the teacher wants to thank you. If it weren't for you, the teacher might never see these Dunhuang documents submerged in the sand of the desert..."
When Professor Meng was speaking, he actually stood up and bowed to Zhuang Rui. He was so frightened that Zhuang Rui quickly moved away and waved his hand, saying: "Don't, teacher, students can't afford it. These are all things that I have to do with Senior Brother Ren."
Xiao Jia and the others discovered it together..."
"Your names will be remembered by future generations..."
Professor Meng looked at Zhuang Rui with relief and said, "Okay, you guys put away these scrolls on the ground. Let's get ready. Open the other two Buddha statues to see if there are any scriptures inside?"
