"I didn't expect, I really didn't expect that Li Minghan would have a son like you." The surprise on Yan Zhang's face became even stronger, and he said with a click of his tongue.
When he arrived at Qing'an Mansion, the young man in front of him left a deep impression on him.
Not only because of his amazing attainments in calligraphy and painting, but after that day, driven by curiosity, I also learned more about him from the mouth of my old friend Dong Wenyun.
The author of the lectures handed down from generation to generation has unparalleled poetic talent. His sentence "falling in love with the upper floor" has made countless literati blush and reform the method of torture. Of course, Yan Zhang himself still loves his running script the most. The three words on the plaque are copied day and night.
, now it has a unique charm.
The last time I didn't ask Li Yi for advice because of my face. After returning to Beijing, I felt extremely regretful for my good face. A master is a teacher. Compared with the progress of calligraphy, what is face?
Meeting him again at Li's house was beyond Yan Zhang's expectation. He felt itchy and unbearable. When he caught a glimpse of the wine glass on the table, his eyes lit up. He poured some wine into it, used paper instead of writing, and put his fingers on the table.
I wrote three words.
He looked up at Li Yi and asked, "How?"
Li Yi lowered his head and saw the three characters "Li County Lieutenant" that were still fresh on the table. They were written in a free and elegant way, vaguely bearing the calligraphy style of Wang Xizhi, the sage of calligraphy.
From these three words alone, it can be seen that the calligraphy of this Yan Shilang is already considered to be a masterpiece.
"So-so." Li Yi gave a very pertinent evaluation.
Wang Xizhi's reputation as a calligrapher is inseparable from decades of hard practice. He can learn half of his charm after just copying three words for a few days. The description of "so-so" is already a great compliment.
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Of course Yan Zhang understood this. The more times he copied those three words, the clearer he became about the gap between him and the person who wrote them. He would not use age to measure whether the young man in front of him was qualified to say these words.
However, Yan Zhang understands, but that does not mean everyone understands.
"So-so? You are an arrogant young man. Although Yan Zhang's handwriting is not on the table, it is not something you can appreciate." A voice came from the side, and an elegant man looked at the handwriting on the table and said.
The elegant man clasped his hands behind his back and walked around the table, wondering: "Tsk, tsk, I haven't seen you for a few days. Brother Yan's calligraphy has become better and better. Could it be that he stole another famous family's plaque and has been studying it these days?"
Yan Zhang looked displeased. What does it mean that his calligraphy cannot be shown on the stage? Although the guy opposite him comes from a scholarly family, the calligraphers of the Zuo family are Mr. Zuo and not Zuo Qiu. Why should he be so proud?
"Zuo Shi's regular calligraphy is the best in Jingguo. Compared with his old man, Yan's calligraphy is naturally not on the stage. Zuo Shaojian is the master of Zuo Shi's true calligraphy, and Yan's handwriting is naturally not as good as Zuo Shaojian."
Yan Zhang retorted sarcastically.
He once received guidance from Zuo Qiu's father, who called him Zuo Shi.
His words were meant as compliments on the surface, but secretly meant to be ironic that the other party could only compete with his father and that he had no real talent or knowledge.
Although the two are family friends and usually have close friendships, they always make fun of each other whenever they talk about something they are both good at.
Zuo Qiu looked at it for a while with his hands behind his back. When the handwriting on the table became blurry, he nodded and said: "It's strange, it's strange. I haven't seen you for a few days, but you have made such great progress. Could it be that you really got guidance from an expert, or are you?"
Which famous poster did you find?"
Yan Zhang twitched the corners of his lips and said: "Let's not talk about this for now. You keep saying that this young man is arrogant, why not compare yourself with this arrogant young man? You are also good at running script, so you wrote on this table with your fingers
Just a few words and let’s see who is the arrogant one?”
Zuo Qiu shook his head and said: "Is it comparable to you, or to him? If people find out, they will definitely say that I, Zuo Qiu, am bullying the juniors."
"The "Xiping Stone Classic"." Yan Zhang looked at him and said: "After comparing, if you think yours is better, I will give you the "Xiping Stone Classic". If you lose, don't blame me for dismantling it tonight.
The plaque of Zuofu."
Zuo Qiu's eyes suddenly lit up and he said unconvincingly: "Are you talking about the original post of "Xiping Stone Scripture"? This thing is indeed where you are."
"Xiping Stone Classic" is the masterpiece of Cai Yong, the creator of Feibai style in the Eastern Han Dynasty. The original poster is of great collection and research value. It would be a blessing to get it. As for Zuofu's plaque, he has not worried about it at all.
His calligraphy attainments are not great, but they can also be described as small achievements. How could he lose to a young and inexperienced student?
Even if he had been practicing since his mother's womb, he still wouldn't be able to beat himself.
"How about it? Do you dare or not?" Yan Zhang looked at him and asked with a smile.
"Why don't you dare?" Zuo Qiu laughed and said, "It's rare for you to be so generous. How can I ruin Brother Yan's happiness?"
After saying that, he dipped his fingers into the wine, and in a moment, the four characters "Blessed as the East Sea" appeared on the table, flowing smoothly and without interruption.
Writing with your fingers dipped in wine can produce such an effect. Ordinary people may not be able to achieve it even with a brush. Zuo Qiu's calligraphy skills are evident.
"Hurry up, it's your turn." Yan Zhang didn't even look at what Zuo Qiu had written, with a smile of success on his face. He was already planning on how to remove Zuo's plaque at night, and hurriedly urged Li Yidao.
Zuo Qiu wants his "Xiping Stone Classic", which is simply a dream, and it would be almost the same if Mr. Zuo comes. Even if Mr. Zuo comes in person, Yan Zhang is 70% sure that he can win.
Seeing Yan Zhang's expression, Zuo Qiu's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly had an unpleasant feeling.
Yan Zhang is not a fool. The "Xiping Stone Classic" must be extremely important to him. How could he give it away in vain?
Could it be that he is really sure of winning?
Turning his head to look at the young junior again, Zuo Qiu shook his head and suppressed this unrealistic idea.
"Not interested." Li Yi glanced at the writing on the table, shook his head and said.
What does the "Xiping Stone Classic" and the plaque of the Zuo family have to do with him? This Yan Shilang is really good at calculating. He is using himself as a prop ----- Are they familiar with each other?
To tear down someone's plaque is tantamount to a slap in the face. This is a big hatred...
The expression on Yan Zhang's face froze, and he hurriedly grabbed his arm and said, "I owe you a favor!"
The last time Li Yi Xindao grabbed a plaque, he had already owed the favor, and he didn't take it seriously. It was obvious that the favor of the Minister was not worth much.
However, Li Yi didn't want to be pestered by him like this, so he drank some wine and drew two words on the table, preparing to leave this place of right and wrong and let the two of them reminisce about the past.
"Haha, is this what you rely on?"
Seeing the scrawled writing on the table, Zuo Qiu was stunned for a moment, then a smile appeared on his face, he patted Yan Zhang on the shoulder and said: "Brother Yan, early tomorrow morning, I will have someone go to my house to pick up "Xi Ping Stone".
of the Scriptures.”
Unexpectedly, Li Yi didn't give him any face. Yan Zhang became a little anxious and held his arm tightly. "Write carefully. If you win, you can make a request to me, as long as it's not too much..."
"Stop, Yan Xiaoer, what are you doing!" Just as Yan Zhang was pressing Li Yi's arm and shaking it violently, a scolding voice suddenly came from not far away.
