Chapter 16 You and I have a deep connection, and now we are connected through calligraphy... (Please vote for me and recommend me)
Zhao Ji looked at Gao Zhang, carefully recalling his words, and thought that he only became like that after seeing his signature.
But the question is, who is the destined person in his dream?
Well, since this little kid wants to show off, I'll let him take a step and see what tricks he can tell.
Reaching out and handing the landscape painting to Yang Jian, Zhao Ji once again picked up the precious purple hair brush and placed it on the snow-white rice paper.
Looking at the opponent's quick and agile handwriting, the handwriting is thin and strong, and the brushwork is exposed. You can clearly see traces of the writing such as running Teton. This style is quite unique and distinctive.
Gao Zhang was 1000% sure that this was the thin golden body that he had trained hard for many years in his previous life and was nicknamed the body of suffering by his classmates.
"The Four Hundred and Eighty Temples of the Southern Dynasties..."
After writing these seven words, Zhao Ji secretly nodded with satisfaction, and then looked towards Gao Zhang.
Gao Zhang, who looked extremely excited and eager to try, took the pen handed over by Zhao Ji and smiled.
"My little brother smiled, touched my head and said, 'You and I have a deep connection, and now we are connected because of calligraphy. We should meet again if we are destined to meet again.'"
"My little brother told me that I have almost finished practicing, so it's time to say goodbye."
In the end, he created this unique new style of calligraphy that could establish a sect.
After a few breaths, the seven standard thin gold calligraphy words "How Many Towers in the Misty Rain" were written on the paper.
This man just stood there in his dream, writing something in front of the desk.
"More than a month ago, I fell seriously ill. At that time, I was completely confused.
Moreover, Gao Zhang didn't know how long he had been writing until this little brother came up to him and looked at his calligraphy, which he had practiced for who knows how many years.
Listening to this handsome young man with red lips and white teeth, he stuttered and told the legendary story of how he learned this thin golden body.
Various poems from ancient times to the present are being written in this font.
At that time, I heard a very pleasant sound, as if it was music playing in my mind.
Gao Zhang continued to tell that in that dream, the little brother hardly spoke and just kept writing there.
Looking at the handwriting that is obviously very experienced and silky, it seems that it has been practiced thousands of times.
In Gao Zhang's narration, a man whose appearance was unclear, but who looked like a banished immortal, appeared in his dream.
"Impossible, this is simply impossible!"
Could it be that this child has a destiny with the immortal way and met me who has ascended to become an immortal? No wonder I also feel that this child has a special eye for him, and I have a good eye for him. Well, it's not because he speaks nicely and is an interesting person.
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After standing still, he raised his pen and placed it on the rice paper. With the first stroke, Zhao Ji's puzzled expression suddenly stiffened.
Gao Zhang came closer out of curiosity and saw this man whose face was unclear and looked like a banished immortal.
"Brother, do you remember now? These are all the skills you taught me in my dream."
Guanjia's font is a brand-new font that Guanjia created on his own after learning from famous teachers over the years.
Yang Jian's eyes also bulged like a dying frog that had been harmed by a naughty child and was left dying in the mud.
Although Zhao Ji was sure that he had never taught Gao Zhang, he saw Gao Zhang's expression and eyes.
"Did I teach you?"
"At that time, I asked the little brother when he and I could meet again."
I opened my eyes, but I only saw the palace floating in the clouds and the cranes..."
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All the people on this floor of the building have left, leaving only Zhao Ji, Yang Jian, and of course the young man Gao Zhang.
Much like his own banished immortal, he also knows his own original calligraphy style.
When the first character appeared completely on the rice paper, whether it was Zhao Ji, Yang Jian, or the talented Li Shishi.
After hearing this, Gao Zhang patted his forehead as if he suddenly remembered.
Seeing Gao Zhang's look of expectancy and admiration, he nodded, especially those clear and innocent eyes, which moved people's hearts more than anything else.
After that, a desk appeared in front of me, a pen that could never run out of ink appeared in my hand, and a piece of rice paper that would never run out no matter how I wrote..."
But this Gao Aiqing's only son actually knew how to do it, and looking at his skillful writing and handling of the pen, he seemed to have been practicing it for many years.
As for me, I worked hard to learn calligraphy from my little brother, and in that fairyland, there seemed to be no concept of time.
Why is there almost no difference between the two of them in their handwriting? But judging from Zhao Guanren's expression, he seemed to be frightened.
But so far, I have only seen a human being like me who has just created brand new calligraphy, probably no more than ten fingers.
Having said this, Gao Zhang showed a nostalgic and melancholy expression.
Gao Zhang put down the very useful purple hair brush in his hand with satisfaction and turned his head.
Zhao Ji, the faint king who loved Taoism, magic and immortality, heard this and was both excited and hesitant.
Soon, I thought of the destined person in the dream that Gao Zhang once said.
"Is it true that he has been separated for many years and has never been seen..."
But now, looking at the fingers, wrists, and hands of the only son of the Gao Taiwei family as he writes, it seems as if he has been practicing for many years, as mature and refined.
Zhao Ji heard the palaces and cranes floating in the clouds. In an instant, he sat upright and clutched the lapels of his clothes with both hands.
I think that because my calligraphy and painting were thin and hard, I first learned from Huang Tingjian, and later studied from Chu Suiliang in the Tang Dynasty, as well as the brothers Xue Ji and Xue Zhen.
He stared at Gao Zhang without blinking, as if he was afraid of missing something.
Zhao Ji, the Hunjun Zhao Ji, who had just reached a very advanced level with his thin golden body, had a buzzing mind and an angry roar in his heart.
He raised his fingers, pointed at himself, then at Gao Zhang, and asked in a low voice.
Miss Shishi's cherry-shaped mouth was now open enough to hold a fist, and her bright, watery eyes turned back and forth between Zhao Ji and Gao Zhang.
"By the way, Xiao Gao, did you ask the Immortal if there is a title for this type of calligraphy?"
"Hiss..." Zhao Ji, who was both feudal and superstitious, couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. Could it be... could it be...
He showed a showy and proud smile towards Zhao Ji, who had lost control of his expression and had a crooked mouth and slanted eyes.
All of them had their eyes widened in an exaggerated way and their mouths were wide open, just like the frightened and distorted beasts depicted by abstract painters.
"I asked this little brother if I could learn from it, and then he smiled at me and said "yes".
Zhao Ji rubbed his face vigorously, which finally made his face, which had been numb with shock, no longer so stiff.
Seeing Gao Zhang's expression of thinking hard about memories, Zhao Ji slowly stood up as if possessed, and looked directly at Gao Zhang.
"Did he answer you? Did he say what his name was?"
PS: If the new book is not enough, you can read the old book of the same style that I just finished, "The First Family of the Tang Dynasty"
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