(Cat flutter Chinese) "Come, Xiao Chu, see how this couplet is written by uncle?" After Father Su pulled Chu Duan to the study, he happily took down a couplet from the bookshelf.

After carefully unfolding, a faint scent of ink came into the nose, and then the handsome and chic calligraphy on it came into view.

"Smooth sailing!"

"Respect the heavens and the earth!"

Half on the left and right, the thick ink handwriting is like being engraved on it, lifelike, and the willow pen is very thick.

Chu Duan's eyes lit up when he saw this, of course he didn't know what Liu Ti and Yan Ti were, but after having the memory in his mind, he quickly understood.

This is the style of writing written by the ancient calligraphy Confucian, which is divided into willow body, Yan body, willow body is naturally Liu Gongquan, and Yan body is Yan Zhenqing.

Their calligraphy has a kind of proud style, but the willow body is more introverted, while the face is chic and handsome like a carriage, as if the posture of thousands of troops and horses, swallowing mountains and rivers as majestic.

Su's father uses willow characters, so he is more introverted and can't see too many profound meanings, so although it has its charm, but it has no spirit, it is difficult to say that this is a first-class calligraphy, but for Su's father, it has been decades of skill.

"Ah, my uncle writes so well, better than my father. Han Zixiang stuck out her tongue and smiled profusely.

Father Su pursed his lips and smiled, and asked proudly, "Who is your father?"

"My father is Han Shuyun!" Han Zixiang pursed her lips and smiled, then blinked at Father Su. Father Su was shocked, all the previous arrogance was gone, but he smiled bitterly: "You girl, how can I fiddle in front of your father with this little skill?"

"Your father is very powerful?" Chu Duan asked Han Zixiang suspiciously, he didn't know Han Shuyun, so he naturally didn't understand why Father Su had such an attitude.

Without waiting for Han Zixiang to speak, Father Su spoke directly: "Xiao Chu, this Han Shuyun is one of the contemporary calligraphers, I really didn't expect Zixiang to be Han Shuyun's daughter." ”

"Han Shuyun wrote a three-tablet style when he was in the cultural exchange between China and South Korea, although there are only sixteen words, but it is life everywhere, it can be described as a masterpiece in the bones, and later that calligraphy was auctioned for six million, so far Han Shuyun's reputation is getting louder and louder!"

"My handwriting, just for fun, you don't have to compare with Han Shuyun!" Father Su laughed, a little embarrassed, he still wanted to show off, but Han Zixiang's father was really powerful.

"Han Shuyun is the president of our Hanyang City Calligraphy Association, this girl, why didn't you say it earlier?" Father Su glared at Han Zixiang, but Han Zixiang smiled, if she said it, would Father Su still dare to show off?

Chu Duan nodded, and then continued to stare at this couplet, and realized something from it, that is, calligraphy is not about how superb the skills are, but about the state of mind.

In a flawless state of mind, the calligraphy written is the real calligraphy, and once there is concern in the heart, it is difficult to write the real calligraphy, and it is difficult to express the artistic conception.

"Xiao Chu, since you know calligraphy, why don't you write one, and the girl, your father is Han Shuyun, you shouldn't be bad at this calligraphy?"

After all, choosing a son-in-law can't be too bad, he can't be satisfied with Chu Duan's performance today, he also has to test whether Chu Duan is lying, whether he really knows calligraphy, if he really understands, calligraphy will definitely not be bad.

"This..."Chu Duan was a little embarrassed, if he said that he had never written calligraphy, Father Su would definitely not believe it, why did he have to brag, but what he wrote in the fairy world was calligraphy, I hope it is above the earth, yes.

"What are you afraid of, you man, are you still afraid of losing to me, a little woman? Han Zixiang patted her bulging chest and smiled, then took off her glasses and put them on the side of the desk, and Su's father handed over a piece of rice paper.

Han Zixiang lifted the brush after grinding, and at this moment Han Zixiang was like a classical woman, who knew everything about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

She held the brush, touched the tip of her nose on the rice paper, and then wrote a couplet directly between the clouds, fast but smooth, without losing the original taste because of the speed.

Father Su's face was full of surprise and finally admiration, she is worthy of Han Shuyun's daughter, this calligraphy attainment is much stronger than him.

Soon, Han Zixiang pursed her lips and smiled proudly, put down the brush, and a couplet was written.

Chu Duan and Su's father both looked like they were full of delicate handwriting, revealing the aura of heaven and earth, and they could see that this was the handwriting of their daughter's family, and they did not have the momentum of a man swallowing mountains and rivers, but they had a sense of happiness in the mountains and rivers.

"The sunset chair sits on the west wing, and the stars are not finished!" Chu Duan exclaimed, with this couplet, they can all be invincible, of course, compared to Father Su.

After having Han Zixiang's calligraphy, Chu Duan has confidence in himself, and his calligraphy will not lose.

"Give me a pen!" Chu Duan took the pen handed by Han Zixiang, and Father Su handed over another piece of paper, Chu Duan didn't want to wave his hand directly, this posture was like murder, it was very ugly, and his whole body was writhing.

Han Zixiang covered her mouth and wanted to laugh out loud, but when she saw the first word written by Chu Duan, she couldn't laugh anymore, and she was as stunned as Father Su.

Chu Duan's eyes were full of calmness, and his heart was even calmer to the extreme, just like a pool of water under the stars, although it flowed slowly, it made the whole picture more beautiful.

Chu Duan's handwriting was like a sharp sword, engraved on it, as if it could fly out and kill the enemy's head at any time.

The galloping momentum of thousands of troops and horses is not as strong as the momentum of this pair of handwriting!

Chu Dui wrote very slowly, and it took almost thirty seconds for a word, but Han Zixiang and Father Su were stupid, this, this is simply the contemporary Yan Zhenqing.

If such handwriting is written by a celebrity, I'm afraid it's okay to auction tens of millions at auction?

This calligraphy attainment is so strong?

Chu Duan's heart was like water, and when he finished writing the last word, he must have closed his eyes and felt this wonderful artistic conception, and Father Su and Han Zixiang also felt this artistic conception on the side.

In front of thousands of troops and horses, when the two armies faced each other, Chu Duan stood in the middle, no matter how many troops and horses you had, don't want me to have the slightest sense of convincing, it is like a fallen leaf slowly falling to the ground, let thousands of troops and horses step on, I will not move.

Who can beat this kind of momentum?

Let's look at the two-line couplet written by Chu Duan: "A night of spring breeze and a day, how can it fall into my heart than a half moon?"

It's too domineering, this kind of momentum is unimaginable, this is a pair written by Chu Duan.

Smack!

At this moment, Father Su and Han Zixiang applauded unconsciously, Chu Duan opened his eyes and smiled awkwardly: "It's ugly!"

Putting down the brush, Chu Duan glanced at the calligraphy he wrote, there was no willow body, face body, and there was no kind of grace like theirs, but if you want to blame it, Chu Duan attributed his words to the words of heaven and earth, the words of people's hearts!

"Xiao Chu, how did you do it?" Father Su was still a little shocked, he really couldn't imagine how a young man in his twenties could write calligraphy so well, even a genius couldn't do it.

Chu Duan glanced at Father Su, then at Han Zixiang, pouted and smiled indifferently: "It's very simple, that's Jing!"

"Writing calligraphy is not to compare whose skills are strong or weak, and not to compare whose font is perfect and whether the style is good or bad, but to see if your heart is in a calm state!"

"Uncle, you have to know what is the meaning of calligraphy? Is it to compete for victory and auction a good price? Wrong, very wrong, if you really think so, then you have fallen into the wind of inferiority. ”

"Calligraphy lies in whether you can express your feelings, whether you can express your mood and artistic conception, so this kind of artistic conception needs your mind to be calm before it can be expressed. ”

"Although I don't know anything about Yan and Liu, I can feel their state of mind when they write books, just like me, because they will not insult their pen in front of money!"

"This is calligraphy!"

"This is the true meaning of calligraphy!" Chu Duan said this, pointing to his own handwriting, at this moment the handwriting flashed with golden light, and after the golden light was skimmed, it returned to normal.

Chu Duan is not writing calligraphy, but Dao power!

If an immortal cultivator sees this calligraphy, it is very likely that it will be easy to ask for money!

Father Su and Han Zixiang's eyes widened, shocked by Chu Duan's remarks, and ashamed of this remark, especially Han Zixiang, her father used calligraphy as a tool to make money.

How can we appreciate the truth of Chu Dui at this moment?

In this comparison, his father, a calligrapher, is really inferior to Chu Duan.

"Hey, Lao Su, it's time to eat, bring Xiao Chu and Zixiang over quickly!"

"Fiddling with your broken calligraphy again, Xiao Chu is a young man, he doesn't understand this!"

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