"A little bit of iron and blood can make a difference in the blue sky, and a thousand loyalties can turn into the strength of one's family and country!"
Mr. Bai finally summed up his life, but his expression was a little sad. Even though he fought bloody battles in his early years, he could not return to his roots, and now he is still living in a foreign country.
"Old man, how about I give you a calligraphy painting?"
After hearing what Mr. Bai said, Qin Feng felt a sense of depression in his chest. A hero like this should not be depressed in his old age.
"Give me a piece of calligraphy? Xiao Qin, how does your calligraphy compare to Brother Xia?"
After hearing Qin Feng's words, Mr. Bai was a little stunned. Generally, the behavior of gifting words is given by the elders to the younger ones, but when it came to Qin Feng, it was reversed.
"Of course it's a little worse than Master." Qin Feng smiled and said: "Master often copied the calligraphy of the two kings in his later years, and he has mastered three of them. I dare not compare with him...
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"Your master is a genius."
Mr. Bai remembered the demeanor of Yama Luo who had killed him back then, and couldn't help but sigh: "Brother Xia is proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and is proficient in all kinds of strange arts. It's a pity that my time with him was short and I couldn't learn more from him.
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Bai Shannan was born in a noble family, and he studied under the master of the generation, the sharpshooter Li Shuwen. He usually had a very high vision, even if he was friends with the young marshal, he was an equal, but whenever he mentioned Zai, he had a tone of admiration.
"Come on, young man, let the old man see what words you want to send me?"
Bai Shannan hadn't said so many words in more than ten years. For a moment, he just felt that he was in love with Qin Feng. Then he said to Bai Bin who was standing by his side: "Take out the Duan inkstone that I have collected. I want to appreciate Qin Feng's calligraphy."
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"Yes, sir!"
Bai Bin agreed and turned around to leave the restaurant. Bai Shannan asked several staff members to put several tables in the restaurant together.
"Old man, this piece of ink, paper and inkstone you have is a fine product!"
After a while, Bai Bin came back with a set of writing objects. Qin Feng looked at it for a moment and couldn't help but smile: "The red sandalwood box containing the inkstone is probably old. I wonder what kind of good inkstone is inside?"
When Mr. Bai heard this, he smiled and said: "Qin Feng, your master is proficient in antique appreciation. Let me test you, old man, to see if you know the origin of my Fang Inkstone?"
At the age of Bai Shannan, his mind has returned to his original nature, and many of the characteristics of a child will be reflected in him. Although he is said to be careful about Qin Feng, there is a sense of competitiveness in him.
"Okay, then I will appreciate the old man's collection."
Qin Feng smiled and nodded, reached out and opened the red sandalwood box with the legend of the Eight Immortals carved on the outside, and took out an inkstone inside.
Holding the square Duan Inkstone in his hand, Qin Feng did not turn it over to look at the inscription underneath, but said: "This is undoubtedly a Duan Inkstone, and it's not that long ago, around the early middle Qing Dynasty..."
The length and width of this square inkstone are about 20 centimeters, and the thickness is about four centimeters. The whole square inkstone has an elegant composition, simple carvings, and excellent craftsmanship. It can be seen that it was made by a famous artist.
"Old man, I heard that there was a famous inkstone maker named Gu Erniang in the Qing Dynasty. The inkstones she carved were fresh, simple and exquisitely crafted. If I read correctly, this square inkstone should be from her..."
Qin Feng once studied piano, chess, calligraphy and painting with Zai, and had to get in touch with the Four Treasures of the Study. Later, when he was in the Palace Museum, he saw many famous inkstones, and the style of this square inkstone is very similar to the works of Gu Erniang in the Palace Museum.
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"Good boy, you noticed it!"
Mr. Bai laughed loudly, took the square inkstone and turned it around. There was a seal script inscription engraved on the back: "Honest and dignified, it is the quality. It is warm and dense, it is the eternal style. Grinding and washing, it is the repair. It is constantly renewed day by day."
, to respect virtue."
The signature next to the seal script inscription was the words "Gu Erniang of Wu Clan", and Qin Feng's guess was correct.
"Here, the old man will grind it for you!"
Mr. Bai also became interested and rolled up his sleeves to grind it for Qin Feng himself. He wanted to see what kind of words this young man wanted to give to him.
"The old man was all-powerful back then, so I'll give him a seven-character version!"
Qin Feng thought for a moment, then dipped his wolf brush heavily in ink, writing like the wind, and soon wrote a poem on the rice paper in front of him.
Qin Feng wrote the poem in one breath without any pause. His writing was vigorous and powerful, as sharp as a blade, and penetrated the back of the paper. It was impossible to tell that the words were written by a young man in his early twenties.
"Looking at the Spring and Autumn Dawn at Night, the Great Righteousness"
The wisdom of various schools of thought opens up
Write a pen to serve the country and serve the country
Pengbo soars ninety thousand miles
Xiao Aomiao looks at the wind from all directions
Electric lightning shocked Tianyu
The heroic love of Changhong..."
Bai Bin read the poem out to the side, with a look of shock and surprise on his face, "Old... Master, this...this poem is simply made for you!"
Bai Shannan comes from a superior family. Although he studied with the sharpshooter Li Shuwen, he did not enter the martial arts world in the early days. Instead, he was doing research on some ancient documents and materials, and was far less famous than his senior brothers.
It was only when the Japanese invaders invaded China that Mr. Bai gave up his writing and joined the army and joined the anti-traitor team organized by the Kuomintang government at that time. From then on, his name was heard in the world.
This poem by Qin Feng describes the first half of Mr. Bai's life. It can be said that it responds to the situation and brings Bai Shannan into the early war years.
"Are you ashamed to deserve it? Are you ashamed to be worthy of it..."
Looking at the handwriting on the paper, Mr. Bai's eyes couldn't help but moisten, and he murmured: "How many heroes and heroes died on the battlefield back then, and the old man is still alive, how can he be worthy of this poem?"
"Old man, you deserve it!"
Qin Feng had heard his master say before that in that era of national resistance, although the soldiers on the frontal battlefield were heroes, there were also many unknown heroes on the battlefield behind enemy lines.
Although these people had no choice but to leave their homes due to political reasons, in a larger sense, they do deserve the title of heroes.
Bai Bin also felt excited when he saw it, and said loudly: "Master, you still have seven bullet holes in your body, don't you deserve this poem?"
No one knows better than Bai Bin that Mr. Bai's health has been deteriorating in the past few years. The ultimate reason is that the gunshot wounds he suffered back then are eroding Bai Shannan's body.
"I still deserve it!"
Mr. Bai sighed, with a tired look on his face, waved his hand and said: "Qin Feng, old man, thank you very much for this painting. I will have Zhentian frame it later and hang it in the martial arts training ground..."
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Qin Feng's words made the old man's homesickness more and more serious. He just thought that it would be difficult to return to his hometown in this life, and he couldn't help but look sad.
"Master, please rest for a while..." Seeing that the old man didn't look right, Bai Bin stepped forward to support him and winked at Qin Feng.
"All right."
Bai Shannan nodded. The old man had been strong all his life and was unwilling to show his weak side in front of the younger generation. He nodded and stood up.
"Mr. Wu, President, please come over..."
Mr. Bai had just left when Chen Junhua came in from the outside and said to Qin Feng with a respectful expression. Everyone in the Hongmen who was present yesterday had been warned by Bai Zhentian not to reveal Qin Feng's true identity.
"Huh? Brother Chen, Brother Bai have something to do with me?" Qin Feng looked at the training clothes he was wearing and said, "How about I go back and change clothes? Isn't this a bit too casual?"
Qin Feng knew that today's conference in Hongmen included almost all middle-level managers in Hongmen. His outfit was indeed a bit nondescript.
"Mr. Qin, there is no need to change, maybe it will come in handy soon." Chen Junhua grabbed Qin Feng and said: "Someone challenges brother Liu, the president asked you to come over and help calm the situation..."
"Challenge? What kind of thing is this?" Qin Feng was a little confused, but he still followed Chen Junhua and walked out.
"Well, it's not that Brother Liu is too young, and some people are not convinced."
Chen Junhua said with some disdain: "When these guys go out to conquer territory, they stay behind. When they grab the benefits, they rush forward. Sooner or later, they will be replaced..."
After walking all the way, Qin Feng heard Chen Junhua explain clearly.
It turns out that the Hongmen Conference held today is mainly to announce the retirement of Lu Yangjing’s big bosses, and also to make some adjustments to the deputy hall masters of various Hongmen halls and some middle-level managers.
With the support of Shen Junhao, Cao Guoliang and others, these adjustments originally went smoothly. For example, when Chen Junhua took over as the head of the Zhongyi Hall, no one raised any objections.
However, regarding the issue of Liu Zimo, several people who had hoped to compete for this position expressed dissatisfaction.
Firstly, Liu Zimo's time in Hongmen was too short, only three or four years ago. Secondly, he was too young. He was in a high position in his early twenties, which was unprecedented in the history of Hongmen.
Bai Zhentian had just become the president of the guild, and he still needed to appease the subordinates of the abdicated hall masters, and did not dare to suppress them too hard, so he proposed that anyone who dissatisfied could challenge Liu Zimo.
Although Hongmen now has many legitimate businesses, in the final analysis it is still a martial arts sect, and the truth is revealed under the fists. This is the essence of Jianghu. After Bai Zhentian made this suggestion, everyone was silent.
"If you are good at martial arts, can you rise to the top?"
After listening to Chen Junhua's explanation, Qin Feng couldn't help but feel speechless. If the employees of the multinational groups affiliated with Hongmen knew how their chairman or shareholder was selected, they would be so angry that they would vomit blood, right?
"That's not entirely true. Isn't this a special situation?"
Chen Junhua said with a smile: "If you want to compete for this position, you must first have sufficient qualifications. If Brother Liu hadn't done so many great things in Las Vegas recently, he would not have been qualified to sit here.
Speaking of which, Chen Junhua is also a little envious of Liu Zimo's good luck. When he was Liu Zimo's age, he was just the most inconspicuous pony boy in Hongmen. He worked hard for nearly twenty years to achieve his current status in the world.