"Mr. Zhong is also an old friend, come and see, this is the founder of our Tokyo Shodokan, Mr. Nakamura Fuori wrote a post. ”

Zhong Yue walked over and looked at the rubbings in the glass cover, due to the relatively recent age, the preservation of this rubbings is still very good, and the handwriting on it is relatively clear.

"Send General Pei Poems", the font on this work is very strange, not Yan Zhenqing's majestic and dignified style, but the combination of regular script, line script and cursive script, font size, length, fat and thin, oblique and changeable, mixed calligraphy penmanship, a very strange work. If it were placed elsewhere, the experts in calligraphy and painting would have laughed at it, and it was simply the work of some clumsy forger.

As early as the Song Dynasty, this legend is Yan Zhenqing's authentic "Send General Pei Poems" in the Song Dynasty has been verified by literati, until the Ming and Qing dynasties, there are calligraphy of the past dynasties repeatedly researched and appreciated.

Nowadays, many museums have paper and steles related to this sticker.

There are many versions of all celebrity books and posters that have been circulated in the world, just like Zhong Yue's copy of the "Lingfei Sutra", there are no less than six or seven versions, and there are also many versions of this "Sending General Pei's Poems". This Japanese calligrapher called Nakamura does not fold, copying can only be said to be very poor, and he does not grasp the calligraphy that has been passed down for thousands of years, what is the eternal thing in his bones, but for the sake of Japanese friends who are so modest and studious, Zhong Yue naturally will not directly criticize a dead calligrapher, just nodding and not commenting.

"This Mr. Nakamura's appearance work is too bad. ”

An old voice suddenly sounded from behind, Zhong Yue was stunned for a moment, and said in his heart: The dead are the greatest, he is not embarrassed to criticize a few words, and there are still people who complain first in the Japanese calligraphy hall? Could it be that the big brother of Gushan Jianyi came over to smash the field?

However, they followed the prestige and saw that the old man in the lead was wearing a coat similar to a Taoist robe, and they immediately knew who it was.

This is definitely an old stick.

Chinese nowadays, except for the Buddha and Taoist people who wear similar robes, there are basically no people who take this as a regular uniform, and there are also a few, and this one with his hair in a bun looks like a Taoist priest from the Taoist temple, and the coat he wears is obviously improved from our traditional clothes.

"It's Kim Yeol. Korean book giants, I didn't expect them to come to so many famous figures. ”

Zhong Yue raised his eyebrows, and said secretly in his heart: Famous? Looking at the calligraphy of these international friends, that is, fifty steps and a hundred steps, the so-called giants are estimated to not even be able to mix with the Municipal Calligraphy Association in China, let alone participate in the National Exhibition and the Lanting Cup.

Mitsuhiko Aoyama obviously knew this unruly old Korean man, and frowned: "Mr. Kim, please pay attention to your words. ”

Jin Yinglie stood in front of the rubbing, shrouded in glass, shook his head and sighed, and said something to the young people behind him with a serious expression.

Zhong Yue listened to the old man muttering in Korean, so he asked Alice Tam, "What is this old man talking about?"

"The Japanese don't know anything about the ancient Chinese calligraphy classics, and pay more attention to self-expression, you see what is written here? The official script and Yan Ti characters on it are so poor, they don't conform to the law, just like your juniors, but this doesn't mean that you can be complacent, you still don't work hard enough, you haven't reached a very detached level. ”

Zhong Yue has Tan Yongzhi interpreting here, and Aoyama Mitsuhiko naturally has someone to translate for him, listening to the ruthless old man Jin now pointing out the juniors, Zhong Yue can't help but laugh.

Uncle Jin, this is the Japanese Shodo Museum, not a place for pickles, aren't you afraid that there will be no return?

"Mr. Jin, I think these words of yours are very rude. ”

Jin Yingyeol, who was still teaching his juniors, was interrupted and looked sideways, "Is there something wrong with what I said?"

"Our Japanese calligraphy is the pursuit of its own national characteristics, calligraphy of course needs to show itself, and what you just said, I doubt that you are helping the Chinese speak, I have to wonder if you are a Chinese calligrapher." ”

Jin Yinglie looks like his beard and hair are all white, and his long hair is tied in a bun, he is an old Taoist priest in the Taoist temple, "No, you are wrong." The calligraphy of our Korean nation also has its own national characteristics, but we have to admit that we did start by learning Chinese calligraphy, but you have taken the wrong path, and we have learned the most essential brushwork of law and calligraphy, so our calligraphy is the world's first-class today!"

"No, how can calligraphy be based on law and penmanship, of course, it is the core of self-expression, Mr. Jin, you are wrong. ”

"I'm not wrong. ”

The two old men began to argue in front of the hall. Zhong Yue didn't even need to listen to Alice Tam's translation to know that the two were arguing, it wasn't like a domestic calligraphy salon at all, everyone you hold me and I will lift you so kindly and make money, this is starting to be a bar?

It's just that in Zhong Yue's view, the calligraphy of these two countries has gone to extremes. If calligraphy is purely focused on self-expression, like Shi Xiang's ugly calligraphy works, then it is actually the same as painting, but it is better to be honest like Inoue Ichi, and directly say that this is not calligraphy, it is ink or performance art, then it is no problem at all.

At the beginning, Zhong Yue also talked to Cao Danqing, if that Shi Dashi was engaged in performance art, then he was fully dressed, dipped in ink, and used his body to engage in art, he would not accuse him face-to-face, performance art, as long as you don't violate the law and don't affect the city's appearance, what do you like, but you don't say it's calligraphy, isn't this looking for a draw?

"What about Chinese calligraphers, let Chinese calligraphers judge them!"

Mitsuhiko Aoyama also quarreled, turned his head, and said, "Yes, Mr. Zhong, you give a commentary." ”

Jin Yinglie frowned, looked at Zhong Yue, looked behind him, and muttered a lot.

"What did he say?"

He said...... Don't all Chinese calligraphers dare to come to the competition? What about my old friend, Mr. Qi Gongli? What does a junior like him know?"

Originally, Zhong Yue didn't want to intervene, but after listening to the content of Alice Tam's translation, he suddenly felt that the little old man of the kimchi country, short and one meter six, had a very crazy tone, it seemed that he was not obsessed with Chinese calligraphy, and it was clear that he felt that he was the only one in heaven and on earth.

"You tell him that Mr. Qi Gongli is already an old man, and as for me, a junior from China, I am enough to deal with all the calligraphers in the Republic of Korea. ”

Alan Tam: "......"

This is the Three Kingdoms of Tongue War?