"Oh, what?" Xiao Lao looked at the study with Zhou Hao's eyes, and asked rhetorically, "Could it be that Brother Zhou also knows calligraphy?"

Hearing the word calligraphy, Zhou Hao's face was shy, and in Zhou Hao's perception, he had only learned a few days of ghost painting talismans, so it shouldn't be calligraphy, right?

"Where do I know calligraphy, I can only scribble with a brush. At this moment, Zhou Hao does not have the slightest sense of modesty, what he says is from the bottom of his heart, with Zhou Hao's senses, the words written are just symbols, there is no desired charm in it, how can it be considered calligraphy?

But after listening to Zhou Hao's words, Xiao Lao's eyes lit up, and he had forgotten what he wanted to continue to explain to Zhou Hao, so he hurriedly went to the desk, stretched out his hand and pointed to the rice paper that had been laid all year round, and said: "Why don't you write a few and take a look, brother, I can refer to it for you." ”

Zhou Hao, who was already rushing to this, was not polite, sat up from the Taishi chair, walked to the desk, took the desk, and saw that his grandfather and Zhou Hao were so interested, Xiao Longxiang also came over. I couldn't have imagined that Zhou Hao was still interested in learning calligraphy at his age!

Holding a pen in his hand, thinking that he couldn't fold his face in front of this calligrapher, although he had only learned calligraphy for a few days, he had read a lot of history books, and he had to make up some poetry and painting.

I can't help but think of the scene when I and Li Wendong were on the top floor of the Tianguan Hotel that day, overlooking the whole city.

There was a wave of pride in his chest, he held down the rice paper with one hand, leaned over, and slowly moved the pen to write down a line of block letters.

When the first word was written, Xiao Lao did not have a special look on his face, but starting from the second word, Xiao Long's mouth was slightly open, and his face was incredible. I saw that with Zhou Haoyun's pen on the paper, a line of poetry slowly appeared.

'The emperor's hegemony wine and poetry are not endless. ’

When the last word was written, Zhou Hao picked up the pen and was about to put it on the inkstone, but his brows furrowed slightly, and he felt that he was still not satisfied, so he immediately re-dipped some ink and hung the brush on the rice paper.

But he didn't notice the sluggish expressions of Xiao Bingsheng and Xiao Longxiang's mouths slightly open at this moment.

Leaned over again, pressed the rice paper with one hand, and wrote it in cursive under that line of block letters: Jin Ge Iron Horse fell into a dream, and drunk the clouds and wind with the railing.

After writing with a pen, I still felt that something was wrong, so I couldn't help but snort, and I was habitually ready to tear off the rice paper on the table and crumple it into a ball.

Seeing Zhou Hao lifting the rice paper on the table, Xiao Bingsheng's mansion case on the side had been going on for many years, how could he not know what Zhou Hao's action meant, so he hurriedly stretched out his hand and held it down, almost exclaiming: "Brother Zhou, slow down!"

"Hmm, what's wrong, Elder Xiao?"

Xiao Bingsheng walked to the front of the desk with a trembling body, looked at the regular script and cursive script under him like a treasure, and said again and again: "Good words! Good poems!"

It seems that the expression and harmony are not enough, and adds: "The positive block is dignified and magnificent, such as the cone painting the sand, the clouds and the dragon, and this poem." He glanced at Zhou Hao and said in disbelief: "You did it yourself?"

If you want to break your brain, you can't think of which famous writer Zhou Hao's poem came from.

But I saw Zhou Hao shrug his shoulders and replied very casually: "Write it casually, don't laugh." ”

Even if Xiao Lao has been immersed in poetry for many years, he has never made such imposing but unpopular verses.

recalled that he had been fighting horses for half his life, and when he was young, he followed Taizu to fight the country.

The four characters of Huangtu hegemony may be just Erer for others, but in Xiao Lao's opinion, stepping on the sea of corpses and blood, and experiencing the rain of bullets, how can outsiders understand the metaphor of these four words?

Yes, between the emperor's hegemony and laughter, how many heroes are drunk?

How many heroes have come and gone, drumming up the storm, and how many stories can be sung and cried, even the most gorgeous and majestic poems can't tell one or two of them.

After leaving behind the tea and dinner, the drunken speech.

As for the second half of the - there is no end to the smoke and rain.

It seems that Xiao Lao is in the battlefield of gunpowder, and he is like a world away from the West Lake during the spring rain, and the smoke and rain between heaven and earth are misty, and they have fallen into the water and disappeared.

As if in a metaphor, countless heroes are just like the smoke and rain falling into the lake, disappearing without a trace.

This is an unforgettable memory, and this poem can only be understood by those who have experienced the battlefield and retired like Xiao Lao, and only those who have seen the change of dynasty and experienced the fall of heroes can write such poems!

With the rigorous and upright lines of the regular script, it gives people a sense of impossibility.

And the other line of cursive below: Jin Ge Iron Horse fell into a dream, and drunk with the cloud wind with a pot on the railing.

Let Xiao Lao recall how many times he woke up in a dream, just because he dreamed that he was on the battlefield and the enemy came with a rain of bullets, but even so, with his comrades, how heroic and dry, he regarded life and death as leisure. I can't wait to bring up a pot of wine, like the beauty of ancient times leaning on the railing and getting drunk, watching the wind and clouds, ignoring the world.

"Good poems, good poems, scenes, artistic conceptions, through the paper, dyeing people's hearts!"

Looking at the rice paper on the table excitedly, Xiao Bingsheng was almost crazy!

Unexpectedly, this Zhou Hao not only has superb calligraphy attainments, but also has a turbulent talent between his chest and abdomen!

Even Xiao Longxiang on the side looked at Zhou Hao up and down as if he was looking at a monster, as if he couldn't see enough, and looked at the two lines of poetry and Zhou Hao.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, you wouldn't have imagined that this was written by a reckless martial artist who was a one-man enemy of more than ten people that night!

Even before, Zhou Hao's impression of Xiao Longxiang was that kind of martial artist who spoke with his fists if he didn't offend me, I wouldn't offend, and if he offended me, he would offend me.

But I don't want to, this kind of guy who should be a tendon in the brain can actually brew such a masterpiece and quatrain?

"This is the best calligraphy I have ever seen, both fonts have the style of everyone, unprecedented, introverted, but different from any of them, their own school. ”

Hearing this, Xiao Longxiang was stunned.

Could it be that with these two lines alone, Zhou Hao can already compare with those calligraphy masters?

"Brother Zhou, tell me the truth, you have been learning calligraphy for a few years, who taught it?"

Being asked like this, Zhou Hao, who was a little unclear, thought for a moment and replied with four words: "Five years, Master." ”

It seems that he had long expected Zhou Hao to answer like this, Xiao Bingsheng couldn't put it down, caressing the rice paper and the words on the rice paper as if he was caressing his first love.

"Yes, yes, if there is no guidance from a master, you can't have such calligraphy attainments with manpower, but even so, the master leads you into the door, and the cultivation is personal, and you have put in a lot of hard work. ”

Drudgery?

Zhou Hao frowned slightly, thinking in his heart: It's not much, it's almost two weeks.

It's just that it's impossible to say this, otherwise it won't scare the two people in front of you to death.

Although the two fonts are unique, but the artistic conception of the stirring belongs to Brother Zhou alone, you need to know, everyone's life experience is different, the perception is different, even if it is the same as the techniques of each school, the artistic conception and charm written are also different. This is the artistic conception that belongs to the individual, which is the difference between a master and an ordinary person. It's also something that others can't imitate. ”

There was some great disappointment in his heart, and it was impossible for Xiao Bingsheng to answer the doubts in his heart. After hearing this, his body shook violently.

"Wait, it's exclusive... Personal... Mood?"

At this moment, Zhou Hao's brain roared, and he finally knew what the question that was haunting his heart these days.

For more than two weeks, Zhou Hao has been imitating other people's handwriting, which are written by others, written in different situations and different moods, but even if he imitates the most subtle pen of others, he cannot blur the artistic conception of others.

But this time, I took off the post, jumped out of the previous thinking, and wrote two lines of poetry based on my own experience and what I saw, but it was my own artistic conception.

And only by not sticking to those so-called people and jumping out of their shackles, can we write their own words heartily, and can we really draw every comparison that belongs to us!

And what I wrote before, even if it looks like it, it is the walking dead without spirit, even if there is a bit of everyone's charm in it, in the eyes of insiders, it is also a failure to draw a tiger and not an anti-dog.

I can't think of the previous ingenious creation and Xiao Lao's unexpected mention. Deng Shi made Zhou Hao understand the crux of the problem!

And as the Talisman Vault says, each rune master draws a different rune.

Looking at Zhou Hao, who was a little stunned, Xiao Lao, who couldn't help but be overjoyed, hurriedly asked, "Brother Zhou, what's wrong?"

Zhou Hao was happier than Xiao Lao, and he held Xiao Lao's hand excitedly and said, "Xiao Lao, thank you, thank you very much." ”

Xiao Bingsheng didn't know why, and he didn't know why Zhou Hao thanked him.

But I still said what I wanted to say.

"That, Brother Zhou, can I discuss something with you?"

"Elder Xiao, please speak. ”

"Can you sell me this copybook?"

"Sell, why sell?" Zhou Hao, who was still thinking about the talisman vault in his mind, and couldn't wait to go back and start drawing the talisman, replied casually, but didn't notice the wording.

Listening to Zhou Hao's words, Xiao Lao smiled and thought: Yes, such a rare ink treasure is an improvisation, this value is immeasurable, why sell it?

But I only heard Zhou Hao continue: "This is written to Xiao Lao, I am afraid that you will dislike it, how dare you say that it is sold." ”

"Dislike, don't dislike, don't dislike, can't ask for it, can't ask for it!"

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Hao, who was in a happy mood, took a piece of rice paper and spread it on the table again, and wrote with a wave: Thousands of rivers have water, thousands of rivers and moons, and thousands of miles of clouds and thousands of miles of sky.

Put down the pen and shout, "Refreshing!"

"It's... Walk!"

It's like looking at Zhou Hao like a monster, and in this life, I have never seen a calligraphy genius like Zhou Hao, and Fang Cai's regular script and cursive script are amazing enough.

I never thought that this guy could even write so well! It was even three points better than the previous two-line poem!

"This ......"

Many calligraphers, who have been poor all their lives, can reach the peak of a kind of calligraphy is not easy, and there are not many who master two.

But there are three things to say...... Xiao Lao is nearly seventy years old, but he has never even heard of it.

Zhou Hao happily threw away the brush and said, "I still have something to do, so I'll go back first." We'll talk about that another day. ”

Xiao Longxiang glanced at Xiao Lao a little stupidly, Xiao Lao, whose head was still blank, nodded, looked at the line of words with his eyes stupidly, and read silently: There is water in thousands of rivers, thousands of rivers and moons, and there are thousands of clouds and thousands of miles in the sky.

Then he inhaled and shook his head.

"In this world, how can there be such a beautiful book, this, this Zhou Hao, how did he practice? I'm afraid that the reincarnation of the book saint Wang Xizhi is nothing more than that. ”

After a pause, he shook his head and said: "No, even if Wang Xizhi is reincarnated, at most it will be comparable to Brother Zhou's handwriting, and the two are two completely different bones." Hey, it's really a good word, a good poem, how can it be written so well. ”

Who would have thought that the president of the Qingshi Calligraphy Association and the vice president of the Jianghai Provincial Calligraphy Association would be obsessed with these three calligraphy, if people know, I am afraid that it will cause the entire Jianghai Province calligraphy community to shake for a while.