For his old friend's courteous behavior, Zhang Zuo is also a little incomprehensible, this is not like his usual behavior!

And, do you need to use my best paper and ancient ink to try the pen? This old fellow, it's not his own, he really doesn't feel distressed!

However, thinking that Hu Yang helped him turn out two of Liu Yong's works just now, Zhang Zuo didn't say anything to stop him.

Only the audience in the live broadcast room understood that Master Feng was impressed by Brother Hu's calligraphy. They believe that when Old Man Zhang Zuo reads Brother Hu's works, I'm afraid it won't be much better.

There are already people betting in the live broadcast room, and the old man who gambles on Zhang Zuo will be surprised.

"Bet the old man won't be surprised, I can bankrupt you. ”

"A pack of spicy strips, the old man will be stunned. ”

"A castle! If you win, I'll give Brother Hu a castle." "The castle is a gift of 520 yuan, which is already a big gift in the eyes of many anchors.

"A castle, screenshots have been taken, leaving evidence, hobs are not ***. ”

......

Hu Yang laughed and hurriedly said, "Master Feng, you ......"

Master Feng didn't care: "Xiaohu, this time, why don't we write about "Cold Food Post"?"

Su Shi's original work, 17 lines, 129 characters. This work, known as the third line of books in the world, is currently preserved in the museum of Taiwan Province.

Zhang Zuo was depressed, thinking that they were just writing a few words and would not use too much ancient paper.

If you have a cold food post, you have to have a large sheet to deal with it, he couldn't help but look at his own pattern notes, the largest ones, you have to contribute one, right?

The batch of pattern notes he found, the best quality, is undoubtedly the largest ones, and it is likely that they were from the former palace.

Hu Yang was eager to try: "I'll try it, I don't know if it will work." ”

So, Hu Yang began to pick a brush that he was more comfortable holding, and began to dip in ink, recalling the content of "Cold Food Post".

This work is a poem written by Su Shi in the third year of the Cold Food Festival in the third year of the depreciation of Huangzhou because of the rejection of the Song Dynasty's largest literary prison "Wutai Poetry Case", the demeaning deputy envoy of the Huangzhou regiment, feeling spiritually lonely, depressed, and poor in life.

The poem is written in a desolate and melancholy manner, and it is in this mood and situation that calligraphy comes out. The whole story is full of ups and downs, fast and steady, dripping with joy, and done in one go.

After recalling and adjusting the state, Hu Yang began to write:

Since I came to Huangzhou, I have passed three cold foods. I want to cherish spring every year, and I can't regret spring to go. This year, it rained bitterly, and the autumn was bleak in February......

When Hu Yang was writing, Zhang Zuo was also paying attention. He found that the posture of Populus euphratica holding the pen was a bit different. However, this is nothing, it is not necessarily a very non-standard posture, everyone's habits are different, as long as you write good words, posture is not very important, after all, it is just a formal thing.

It's like playing basketball, some people pitch the ball in a very particular posture and look very ornamental, but if you don't score, the posture is just a posture and it's useless.

Seeing Hu Yang adjust his state, Zhang Zuo nodded slightly appreciatively.

Only those true calligraphers can do this and devote themselves wholeheartedly. In this state, in his world, only the pen in his hand remains.

No matter how Hu Yang wrote, Zhang Zuo began to identify with Hu Yang, thinking that he was a person with him.

However, when he saw the words written by Hu Yang, for a moment, Zhang Zuofang's expression was like a ghost, shocked, incredible, unbelievable, and difficult to describe.

"Haha!

"As expected!"

"All sit down, it's basically anti. By the way, what about the brothers in the castle? are they still alive? alive, hurry up and hey! ”

......

Seeing his old friend's expression, Master Feng smiled with satisfaction.

Zhang Zuo took off his glasses, wiped them with his clothes, and then put them back on.

Hmm?Glasses are fine, what's going on?Zhang Zuo couldn't help but look at his old friend Lao Feng.

Lao Feng put his finger to his mouth and signaled Lao Zhang not to speak, and not to disturb Xiao Hu's writing first. This work, he planned to want it himself, of course, he couldn't be disturbed by this old guy and affect the performance of Populus euphratica.

Before, he was not satisfied with what Hu Yang wrote, after all, the paper and ink were not very good, and they still had some impact. This time it's different, the paper and ancient ink are the best.

Coupled with Populus euphratica's calligraphy attainments, this work is also very precious.

You must know that Su Shi's work is known as: "The Third Book in the World". Even if Populus euphratica is not completely copied in place, it is more than ninety percent.

I'm afraid no one can do this to this extent in modern times.

Master Feng was most surprised by this. How old is Xiao Hu now? He has already reached this kind of calligraphy attainment, not to mention in the future, will he reach the level of the calligraphy saint Wang Xizhi?

Who can say for sure? Isn't that possible?

But in this way, it is terrifying to think about it, and in the calligraphy world, how many older generations, throughout their lives, have not reached this level. Once the news spreads, Xiaohu wants to be completely famous.

According to him, simply don't play with antiques, waste your talent, and concentrate on writing calligraphy, which is definitely much more promising than playing antiques.

You must know that with his current level, he is already at the top of the small group of people in China, and Hu Yang is likely to be the leader and leader of the calligraphy industry in the future.

In the eyes of others, Populus euphratica is done in one go, and the pen is like a god.

But in fact, this time Populus euphratica has been clumsy and has preserved some strength. But even so, it was already shocking, and Zhang Zuo was speechless.

After writing, Hu Yang put away his pen, pretended to look at it for a while, and pretended to regret: "It's a pity, it's still a little bit hot, and the kung fu hasn't arrived home yet!"

When he said this, Hu Yang himself despised himself a little in his heart, it was too hypocritical.

However, he didn't want to take out all his strength at once, that would be too amazing. He estimated that if he showed the essence of Su Shi, he might not be able to find an opponent in calligraphy in China.

The person who can write the third line of books in the world does not exist at least in contemporary times.

Even if it is a national-level calligrapher now, it is still a little short of this realm. This is like in martial arts, the difference between the innate and acquired realms seems to be only one step away, but this threshold stops almost everyone.

"Xiaohu, don't be modest, you've done very well now. ”

After Master Feng finished speaking, he stretched out one hand to the end of the work.

On the other end, someone had already let go of it, and when Master Feng saw it, it was actually his old buddy, and his eyes were shining, staring at this work.

"Hey, let go of your claws, it's Hu for me. ”

"Shit! When will Xiaohu give it to you? This paper and ink are mine, and Xiaohu wants to give them to me. Zhang Zuo immediately tore his face.

After speaking, the two looked at Hu Yang and asked him to make a decision, who to give.

Hu Yang was speechless, and after a while, he spoke: "Otherwise, this one will be given to Master Feng!" There are two poems in "Cold Food Post", and the other one, I will make it later, if Old Man Zhang doesn't dislike it, then I will give it to you." ”

This is a bowl of water, but Master Feng is a little depressed, a work, divided into two halves, anyone will be a little unhappy. But Hu Yang said this, there is no way, I can only see if there is a chance in the future, and then ask Xiao Hu to help with the pen.

Zhang Zuo suddenly smiled, and let go of the hand of the work: "Okay, since Xiaohu said so, this one will be given to you, the old guy, and it will be cheap for you." ”

Then he was unsparing in his compliments.

"Xiaohu, your calligraphy is amazing. In my opinion, now at home and abroad, there will be no more than three people who can copy Su Shi's works to this extent. You ......"

This time, everyone knew that Zhang Zuo was the most praising person.

Master Feng glared at him and thought to himself, "If I hadn't brought Xiaohu to you, would you have been able to find two of Liu Yong's works?" Would you have a chance to get Xiaohu's calligraphy?

After a pause, Hu Yang continued to write and began to ink the second poem.

I have to say that it is not very convenient to write with a brush, more than a hundred words, if it is a pen to write, it will be a while. But with a brush, it's a bit of a hassle and a bit of effort.

If you write one or two thousand words, won't your wrists be swollen?

"How do I feel, what Xiao Hu wrote is even better than the "Cold Food Post" we saw?" Master Feng said.

"Cold Food Post", he has also observed and appreciated it up close, it is indeed remarkable, but I always feel that it is still a little different from what Xiao Hu wrote, and it seems to be a little less verve and a little more dull than what Xiao Hu wrote.

Zhang Zuo listened to it and couldn't help but roll his eyes: "The real "Cold Food Post", you haven't seen it." I haven't seen it either, and what I saw with you before was just a replica, and of course it would look a bit dull. ”

Speaking of which, the fate of "Cold Food Post" is also very bumpy, and it is not easy to preserve it to this day.

During the Qing Dynasty, this work was hidden in the Old Summer Palace, and the British and French forces burned the Old Summer Palace, almost destroying this thousand-year-old national treasure.

"Cold Food Post" immediately went to the people, which was obtained by Feng Zhanyun, and then encountered a fire, leaving traces of fire.

After Feng's death, he was secretly hidden by Sheng Boxi, and after Sheng's death, he was purchased by Wanyan Pusun, and then sold to the Japanese - Kikuchi Yutang at a high price.

The Tokyo earthquake in Japan, Kikuchi's family was damaged, and the ancient celebrity calligraphy and paintings were almost destroyed.

After World War II, Wang Shijie, Minister of Foreign Affairs of the Nationalist Government, secretly inquired about the news of the national treasure "Cold Food Post", and when he knew that it was missing, he bought it back with a lot of money, and the thousand-year-old national treasure returned to the motherland and was collected in the Taiwan Island Provincial Museum.

Ten copies were created afterwards for use in the collection of the internationally renowned National Museum, as well as for exhibitions.

Therefore, the works you see are not genuine. It is impossible to take out the original work for exhibition casually, and it is a sin to accidentally damage a little.

"Is that so?" I said, no wonder. ”

In other words, the work of Populus euphratica is even better than the replica that took a lot of effort to make at that time.

The two elders were satisfied, and each got a work. They planned to find the best framer later to frame the work.

Zhang Zuo willingly divided his ancient papers into two halves this time and handed them to Hu Yang: "Xiaohu, you take these." In the near future, I will also inquire about the whereabouts of other ancient papers, and I will be a little more like you when the time comes. ”

"In this case, then it is better to be respectful than to obey your fate! Thank you, Mr. Zhang. ”

We are all people who practice calligraphy, the same way, and we will have to keep in touch and communicate more in the future. Zhang Zuo said.

Hu Yang nodded: "I can't ask for it! It's just right, I have to ask you old-timers for more advice." ”

Master Feng is the east, please go and have a meal. After the meal, it was already six or seven o'clock in the evening, and Hu Yang also offered to leave. This time, the harvest was okay, not only got a high-quality inkstone, but also got a batch of ancient paper, which was enough for him to save a period of time for the time being.

Hu Yang sent Andy home first, and then returned to his apartment by himself, without going back to the villa. Still, he called back and asked about the hospital.

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