Chapter eight hundred and fiftieth seventh true and false difficult to distinguish
In the next few days, Qin Feng was completely obsessed with Wang Xizhi's calligraphy. He asked Huangpu Qiao to prepare paper, ink, pen and inkstone for him, and devoted all his energy to copying the calligraphy...
As the saying goes, one can understand everything. After Qin Feng entered Hua Jin, he could control the power of sending and receiving with ease. This fact also played a great role in calligraphy.
Except for the obvious difference between the copybook copied by Qin Feng and the "Preface to the Lanting Collection" on the first day, by the second day, this difference would have been obvious even to those who are not proficient in calligraphy.
Emperor Taizong Li Shimin of the Tang Dynasty could never get enough of Wang Xizhi's "Preface to the Orchid Pavilion Collection", especially since Qin Feng could figure it out in just a few days. After immersing himself in it, a month passed unknowingly.
For more than a month, Qin Feng devoted all his attention to the copybook and gave both the Golden Falcon and the Green Wolf Mastiff to Qin Shan to feed. He did not even allow anyone to approach his house.
Apart from eating, Qin Feng was just writing. He used to be a handsome person, but now he has a slovenly beard and shawl hair. If Huajin warriors didn't have Gang Qi to protect their body from dust, Qin Feng would probably have two taels of mud on his body.
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"Shen Yun is very similar. If this calligraphy is taken out, it will definitely look fake and real..."
After writing a copybook of "Preface to the Lanting Collection", Qin Feng looked at it with satisfaction for a long time. He had been copying it for a month, but this one was the most similar.
If it weren't for the different paper, Wang Xizhi might have gotten the calligraphy after his resurrection. Wang Xizhi couldn't tell whether it was his own handwriting.
"The Shenlong post of the Tang Dynasty has many subtle flaws, and is far inferior to this one..." After reading for a long time, Qin Feng himself didn't find any differences with the original post, and couldn't help but laugh proudly.
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Although Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty asked many calligraphers to copy this calligraphy, he cherished the calligraphy too much and would not leave the "Preface to the Lanting Collection" outside for those people to see for a long time.
But Qin Feng was different. This calligraphy was now his own. Except during meal time, Qin Feng wanted to hold the calligraphy in his arms while sleeping.
"Ouch. What's going on?" Just as Qin Feng was comparing his copy of "The Preface to the Lanting Collection" with the original, Qin Bing's voice sounded outside the house.
"Brother Qin Bing, come in quickly..."
Qin Feng stretched out his hand and flicked it, and the door came from it. Qin Feng's body swayed. He grabbed Qin Bing and said, "Brother Qin Bing, how do you see the writing on this painting?"
"Hey, I told you to be gentle!" Qin Feng unexpectedly grabbed his arm, and Qin Bing felt a sharp pain. He couldn't help but feel horrified.
Qin Bing spent nearly two months in seclusion refining the spiritual energy in the spiritual pool. He thought that his cultivation had greatly improved, and even if he was not as good as Qin Feng, he was not far behind.
But now Qin Bing knows how big the gap is between him and Qin Feng. The other party just grabbed him casually and covered his whole body. He was caught by Qin Feng before he even thought about evading.
Already.
"Hey, brother Qin Bing, I'm sorry!" After hearing Qin Bing's words, Qin Feng woke up from his obsession and hurriedly apologized.
"These bones were almost broken by you."
Qin Bing waved his hands dumbfounded, raised his feet and was about to enter the room, but was stunned again, because the tables on the ground all over the room were filled with copybooks written by Qin Feng, and there was no place to even put his feet.
"Qin Feng, you are really obsessed!"
Qin Bing shook his head and said: "Calligraphy and painting can certainly fascinate people, but after all, the main thing is to cultivate the mind. There is no need to make it like this, right?"
Qin Bing prides himself on being an expert in all things musical, chess, calligraphy, and painting. He also copied Wang Xizhi's "Preface to the Lanting Collection" back then, but he was not like Qin Feng.
The kennel is average.
"Brother Qin Bing, let's not talk about that for now. Come and take a look at my calligraphy..."
Qin Feng waved his hand to interrupt Qin Bing's words, pulled him to the table, pointed at the calligraphy he had just finished writing, and said: "Come and evaluate it, see how it is different from Wang Xizhi's original post?
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"Huh? Did you write this?" After seeing Qin Feng's calligraphy, Qin Bing couldn't help but was stunned. He took a step forward and observed it carefully.
Hanging in the main hall is Wang Xizhi's original post. Qin Bing can make a comparison just by raising his head, and the observation is very intuitive.
But the more he compared it, the more shocked the look on Qin Bing's face became, because he discovered that the two characters were exactly the same, no matter in terms of the size, strokes, strength or charm of the fonts.
Qin Bing is also a martial artist. After refining the spiritual energy of the spiritual pool during this period, his cultivation has improved a lot. It stands to reason that his eyesight is not bad, but no matter how he compares it, he can't find the difference between the two characters.
Any subtle differences.
"Qin Feng, this... was this really written by you?" After a while, Qin Bing raised his head and couldn't help but ask again.
"Of course, if I didn't write it, who else could have written it?" Qin Feng burst out laughing after hearing this, and said, "With just this copybook, my calligraphy can be classified as a master, right?"
Speaking of his cultivation, Qin Feng is still a little confused, because he was confused several times when he was promoted, and this time he almost killed himself.
But this calligraphy was written stroke by stroke by Qin Feng. He was able to achieve such results in just one month. Qin Feng was really proud from the bottom of his heart.
"More than a master!" Qin Bing shook his head and said, "This is simply the level of a contemporary calligrapher. No, Qin Feng, you have to give this calligraphy to me."
Qin Bing's words sounded a bit flattering, but he really didn't flatter Qin Feng, because the artistic level reflected in this calligraphy fully deserves this title.
"Hehe, the Book Saint has gone too far!"
Qin Feng laughed, put the calligraphy on the table to the other side, spread out another piece of rice paper, and said: "It is rare to have a close friend in life, brother Qin Bing. I will give you a copy of my "Preface to the Lanting Collection"
you……"
In the past month, it's not like no one came to see Qin Feng. For example, Huangpu Wudi came here several times, but every time Qin Feng pulled him to evaluate the copybooks, Qin Feng always knew what it meant to be disappointed.
There is no problem at all if Huangpu Wudi takes the general's head from an army of millions, but if Huangpu Wudi can read the characters, it will really cost him his life.
According to Huangpu Wudi, these things are too embarrassing to wipe the buttocks, so why waste so much time on them? Qin Feng was so angry that he almost suffered internal injuries.
So when he saw Qin Bing, who knew how to appreciate it, Qin Feng suddenly felt like a confidant. Now he was sharpening his ink, and wanted to write a new picture for Qin Bing.
"Your own "Preface to the Lanting Collection"?" Qin Bing was a little confused about Qin Feng's words, but after seeing that Qin Feng had already picked up a pen to write on the paper, he didn't ask further.
"Huh? I understand!" Qin Bing understood after just reading a few lines of words.
What Qin Feng calls his "Preface to the Lanting Collection" is actually written by Wang Xizhi's original text. The handwriting is also elegant and handsome, but it is written in one go. It is not a complete copy of the original text.
When Wang Xizhi wrote the "Preface to the Lanting Collection", it was an improvised work in Lanting after getting drunk.
At that time, many friends gathered in Lanting. One of them said that he wanted to write a "Lanting Collection" and asked Wang Xizhi to write a preface, so he created the "Preface to the Lanting Collection". Since it was an improvisation, it was inevitable that mistakes would be made, so there were traces of alterations.
In fact, it was Wang Xizhi's pinnacle work, the "Lanting Preface" written like a draft when he was drunk. After he sobered up, he even said to himself that he would never be able to write such a work again.
For example, the traces of alterations on the later "Preface to Shenlong Tie Lanting" are actually completely imitated by Wang Xizhi's original post, which is the same as the calligraphy written by Qin Feng just now.
However, the copybook Qin Feng is writing now does not imitate the broken pen, but directly writes the entire "Lanting Preface".
In ancient times, Yan Zhenqing, a famous calligrapher of the Tang Dynasty, once wrote the "Preface to the Lanting Collection" without any broken pen. It has also been passed down through the ages and has been collected by countless people as a treasure.
"Good! Good words!!"
Qin Feng spent more than half an hour writing more than three hundred words. After finishing writing, sweat stains appeared on his forehead. It was obvious that he had spent a lot of energy. After finishing the last stroke, Qin Bing couldn't help but cheer loudly.
"Brother Qin Bing, I'll give you this calligraphy!"
Qin Feng put the brush beside him, stood two steps back, considered it carefully for a while, then changed to a thin pen and wrote his name.
"Did you give this to me?"
Qin Bing's face showed joy. In terms of calligraphy skills, Qin Feng's calligraphy was no worse than Wang Xizhi's, and even exceeded it in terms of strength. It has extremely high artistic value.
Another point is that Qin Bing knows Qin Feng's identity, and his gift of words is equivalent to a gift from the emperor. For Qin Bing, this may be of even greater significance.
"Qin Feng, do you have a seal?"
The only thing that dissatisfied Qin Bing was that although the copybook had Qin Feng's signature, it did not have a seal, which was a little flawed.
"No."
Qin Feng shook his head and said: "I originally wanted to carve a seal, but I couldn't find a good jade stone, so I put it on hold. How about... I just find a stone and carve one first?"
In the outside world, except for financial or corporate seals, private individuals rarely use seals. Qin Feng originally had one, but he did not bring it into this space.
"What a coincidence, I have a good piece of jade right here..."
Hearing Qin Feng's words, Qin Bing couldn't help but laugh, took out a piece of jade the size of a baby's fist from his arms, and said: "This is the white jade from the Three Realms Mountains. Look at this grease, it is no worse than the Hetian jade from the outside world..."
"Hmm? The Three Realms still produce jade?"
Qin Feng was stunned when he heard this. He took the piece of white jade with no impurities in his hand and took a look at it. He nodded immediately and said: "The quality of this jade is higher than that of Hetian jade. It is a rare and good item...
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Qin Feng has such a discerning eye. As soon as he gets his hands on it, he knows that this square jade is very precious. Even in this place, it is probably the top quality jade.
In fact, Qin Feng guessed correctly. This piece of jade was the best piece that Qin Bing selected from the Qin family's warehouse.
Qin Bing had just ascended the throne as the head of the family. He originally wanted to carve this piece of white jade into his seal as the head of the family, but now that he saw that Qin Feng had no suitable jade, he took it out.
