Wang Gaizhi's face suddenly changed slightly: "Mr. Su, these four treasures are the heirlooms of my Wang family, originally there were only two pens and inkstones, but a few days ago, Qianzhi bet that the inkstone was lost, and now there is only one pen left." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Su Can stretched out his hand, and there was one more thing out of thin air in his palm, which was the Wang family's inkstone.

"Why is this thing in your hands, is it ......?"

Wang Gaizhi suddenly thought of a possibility, if this thing was in the hands of someone else, he still had the means to get it, but in Su Can's hands, he didn't dare to have any thoughts no matter what.

Su Can said: "I am actually here to give your Wang family a chance to regain the family heirloom. ”

Wang Gaizhi reluctantly smiled and said: "Mr. Su, since my unsuccessful brother lost the bet, then naturally there is no reason to come back, not to mention, this thing can play its due value in Mr. Su's hands." ”

Wang Qianzhi said tentatively: "Su Can, you are really willing to return the heirloom to our Wang family, if you have any conditions, we will definitely satisfy you." ”

After all, this matter started because of Wang Qianzhi, his brother can not care, but he doesn't care, if there is this opportunity, he will definitely find a way to get the heirloom back.

Su Can said lightly: "I heard that the old man of your Wang family is a master of calligraphy, let him compete with me in calligraphy, if he wins, I will give this inkstone to the Wang family, if he loses, he will give me the pen in the heirloom of your Wang family." ”

Wang Gaizhi hesitated: "I still need to ask my grandfather for advice on this matter." ”

"Please wait a minute, Mr. Su. ”

Wang Gaizhi said and left the living room first, Wang Caixia's impression of Su Can at this time has changed greatly, before, Su Can was a poor boy in her mind, the reason why she has this impression is because she has always believed that the dragon does not live with the snake.

After all, he was just a poor boy before Wang Ning recognized his ancestors and returned to his ancestors, and Su Can was Wang Ning's roommate, plus a friend, so his identity would definitely not be much different from Wang Ning.

Wang Caixia apologized to Su Can and said, "Mr. Su, I blamed me for being cheap-mouthed and saying some things that shouldn't be said, please don't take it to heart." ”

Su Can's expression was indifferent, ignoring Wang Caixia, as the other party said, the dragon does not live with the snake, the phoenix does not dance with the chicken, he will not care about the other party for Wang Ning's sake, but there is really nothing to say.

Wang Gaizhi led an old man to the living room, although this old man looked like he was seventy years old, but his body was still healthy and full of energy, not like an old man in his last years.

This person is Wang Gaizhi's grandfather, and Wang Caixia's father, Wang Tuo, the only calligrapher in the Wang family, has stopped writing for many years.

Wang Tuo smiled and said, "This little friend, you want to try calligraphy with me?"

"Not bad. Su Can nodded in acknowledgement.

"How do you want to compare?" Wang Tuo said.

"It's like one word, 'mountain'. ”

Su Can's eyes were calm: "If you admit defeat in person, even if you lose, if you don't admit defeat, even if I lose." ”

"He's too confident, isn't he?" Wang Caixia was shocked in her heart, feeling that Su Can was too big.

After all, if you compare according to this kind of rule, if Wang Tuo doesn't admit defeat, then Su Can will definitely lose.

Even Wang Ning was faintly worried that Su Can's approach was indeed too big, and even Wang Gai couldn't figure out what Su Can's intention was for a while.

"Okay, bring pen and paper. ”

Wang Tuo's eyes were bright, after all, he was a generation of calligraphers, and he didn't plan to play tricks, but to have a fair and honest competition with Su Can.

When the pen and paper are ready, Wang Tuo began to write, as a calligrapher, when the pen is held in his hand, the momentum of the whole person changes abruptly, and there is a bright and majestic breath emerging, like a ray of sunshine in spring, dispelling the dark clouds.

His strokes are vigorous and powerful, as if what he is holding in his hand is not a pen, but a weapon, a 'mountain' character, only three paintings, but Wang Tuo in these three paintings, his understanding and comprehension of calligraphy are vividly embodied.

The word "mountain" jumped on the paper, as if it was about to jump out of the paper, without decades of skills, it would never be possible to do this step, especially if each stroke was as strong as a pine and cypress, connected together, like a mountain presented in front of everyone.

"Grandpa, your calligraphy has improved again. ”

Wang Qianzhi said with joy on his face, the stronger Wang Tuo's calligraphy is, it doesn't mean that Su Can has a greater chance of failure, and the greater the chance that he can regain the family heirloom.

In fact, this heirloom is just an heirloom for their Wang family, which has a special significance, and as for the effect of the inkstone's raw ink, it is also like chicken ribs to them.

Wang Tuo bowed his head and said, "Little friend, it's your turn." ”

Su Can held his breath and concentrated, raised his pen, and began to write, when he was writing the mountain character, a vast mountain appeared in the Taoist god, and the artistic conception of the mountain was integrated into the mountain character.

His pen is like a swimming dragon, swaying freely, a few strokes, the mountain character is written, when he stops writing, a vast mountain phantom appears on the rice paper, the ancient tree pine and Berlin stand in the mountain forest, verdant and dripping, the roots of the tree coil and knot, it is a landscape weather.

"This is the third realm of calligraphy and painting, meaning?"

Wang Tuo exclaimed suddenly, his body trembled, and he held Su Can's work in his hand and pondered it carefully.

"I never imagined that I would be able to see the works of the third realm of painting and calligraphy in my lifetime. ”

Wang Tuo carefully held this work, regarded it as a treasure, he practiced calligraphy for decades, but could not step into this threshold, but did not expect that today he was fortunate to encounter such a work.

"Grandpa, what is the Third Realm Intention?"

Wang Qianzhi was also shocked by the scene of the vast mountains emerging from the characters of Fangcai, immersed in it, unable to extricate himself.

Wang Tuo said slowly: "Calligraphy and painting are divided into four realms, the first realm is pictographic, the second realm is godlike, the third realm is meaningful, and the fourth realm is spiritual!"

"Even if it is an ordinary calligraphy and painting family, but can only touch the threshold of the intention, can not enter, this realm of calligraphy and painting, has been the artistic conception of the storage of the artistic conception, and even the moment the work is completed, there will be a vision to show, as for the fourth realm of the spirit, is the birth of spirituality in calligraphy and painting, this realm is even more wonderful. ”

Wang Tuo's heart is galloping, with his decades of skills, he has only touched the threshold of intention, but he has not been able to get started.

"The artistic conception of the work is a thousand words, which can be met but not sought!"

Wang Tuo sighed a lot, he has been struggling to find the artistic conception of calligraphy works all his life, but he has never been able to meet, he thought that there was no hope in this life, but today he was fortunate to witness the birth of the artistic conception of calligraphy works, it can be said that this life is in vain.