Chapter 847: Big Deals

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The goose post is an elegant small letter, the pen is smooth, and the structure is perfect.

Regular script, which originally has the meaning of square, should be more standardized. However, these fonts are not consistent, with large and small strokes, and thick and thin strokes. On the premise of maintaining the overall harmony, the morphological changes between the characters are enhanced, with dynamic beauty and a more light and elegant feeling. However, some people feel that such a small block calligraphy is not like Wang Xizhi's brushwork, which is the difference between authenticity and falsehood.

It is worth mentioning that there is no money for the goose post, and the end is only in May of the twelfth year of Yonghe. I don't know who started to connect this scripture with Wang Xizhi. Anyway, until now, there is still controversy.

Of course, for many famous calligraphers, it is not very important whether the goose post is the authentic work of Wang Xizhi, and the most important thing is that the famous post itself is of high quality. Otherwise, it would not have been regarded as Wang Xi's ink treasure by the calligraphers of the past dynasties.

Now what Daozhen writes is to change the goose post, Zhang Lao said that he has been copying this post for more than 20 years. After looking at it for a moment, Wang Guan was convinced. I saw that Daozhen was holding the pen like flying, extremely fast, but the words were clear, full of beautiful and cheerful attitude.

The original copy of the goose post has been lost, and Wang Guan has seen the rubbings that have been handed down through some ways. Now recalling the rubbing, and then comparing the copybook in front of me, I found that whether it is the font form or the frame layout, it is exactly the same.

"Awesome."

Wang Guan admired it for a moment, although Daozhen had not finished writing, he sincerely admired: "Sure enough, he is definitely an expert, a great expert in copying and changing goose posts." ”

"Wang Jushi has won the award."

At this time, a Taoist priest said with a smile: "Actually, it's a bit hasty, if you can let Dao Zhen prepare for a while, burn incense and clean his hands, and adjust his mentality, I'm afraid I can write better." ”

"Uh-huh......" Wang nodded. There is no doubt either.

There was no doubt that Wang Guan understood Zhang Lao's sigh. He can copy the goose post to be superb, and even surpass the copy of the famous masters of the past dynasties, which shows that his calligraphy talent is extremely high. However, it is a pity that such a calligraphy genius is too single-minded, and he can only copy and change goose posts, which is simply a tyrannical thing, squandering and wasting his ability.

Waste is shameful and will be punished. No, retribution is coming. In addition to changing goose posts. It's sad that Daozhen doesn't know how to write other calligraphy fonts.

As Zhang Lao said, even if Dao Zhen copied the goose post exactly the same as the original work, or even more than the original work, no one will admit that he is better than the original author. Because it is under the framework set by the original author that he has achieved his current results. But out of this framework, he's nothing.

Why have calligraphers of all generations always diligently pursued innovation and created a new situation on the basis of their predecessors? Create something of your own. That's because they know very well that living in the shadow of others has no future, and only by becoming a family can they gain the respect of the world.

Apparently. Wang Guan admired Daozhen's perseverance in practicing calligraphy, and admired him for concentrating on copying and changing goose posts for more than 20 years, but he would never respect him, because he had no qualifications to be respected.

"Wang Jushi thinks he writes well."

Meanwhile. At the suggestion of other Taoist priests, Zhang Qing said softly: "I think he still has room for improvement, if he can write a Huang Ting Jing with fluorescent resin." With the strength of Taoist calligraphy. Coupled with the subtlety of the scriptures and the effect of fluorescent resin, then the work will definitely shock the past and the present, and will last for centuries. ”

Zhang Qing's words can be called straight to the point, and the picture is straightforward...... However, this is also expected, and Wang Guan is not surprised.

However, Wang Guan did not respond positively, smiled noncommittally, and then turned around and said: "Elder Zhang, it's getting late, and I'm tired after watching things for a day, go back and rest." ”

"Uh......"

For a moment, several Taoist priests were very disappointed, but they didn't say anything. After all, Wang Guan's excuse is above board, and it is a fact, and there is no reason to refute it. Besides, if people want to leave, can they still forcibly keep guests?

"Okay, then go back."

Zhang Lao has a neutral attitude and naturally has no opinions.

Just when Zhang Qing and the others were full of disappointed expressions and were about to send them away, Wang Guan changed his words: "This Taoist master's handwriting is really good, but I am really tired, and there is no way to continue to watch him finish writing." I don't know if you have written the Huang Ting Sutra, give me a copy to go back and watch. ”

“…… Yes, of course. ”

In an instant, it can be said that the peaks and loops turned, and the willows and flowers were bright. Several Taoist priests were a little surprised, and hurriedly rummaged through them, and finally Dao Zhen did it himself, took out a beautifully made book in the drawer, and handed it to Wang Guan somewhat inexplicably.

To be honest, until this time, Dao Zhen still couldn't figure out Wang Guan's identity, and he didn't know why Zhang Qing and the others seemed to grovel to please him. However, listening to him say that his words are good, he needs to watch them carefully, and Daozhen doesn't mind dedicating his proud work.

At this time, Wang Guan took the book, looked down, and saw that the book was carefully bound according to the ancient method, and the pages must be high-quality rice paper. When I opened the page, I saw that there were rows of stretched and elegant small letters, which made people feel pleasing to the eye.

"Thank you."

Wang Guan nodded with satisfaction, and did not leave any promises at the moment, but turned around and beckoned Zhang Lao to leave.

After leaving Longhu Mountain, about half an hour, everyone returned to Fang Mingsheng's Penglai Xiaozhu again. Although Wang Guan said that he was tired, everyone knew that this was an excuse, so they definitely did not go back to their rooms to rest, but gathered in the living room to drink tea.

When Fang Mingsheng was burning the fire to make tea, Zhang Lao asked directly: "Wang Guan, what do you think?" ”

"What's the idea?" Wang Guan asked rhetorically.

"Pretending to be stupid again." Zhang Lao glared and said, "Let's put it bluntly, they want to buy your fluorescent resin, are you willing to make a move?" ”

"I don't know." Wang Guan said frankly: "Still hesitating......"

"What are you hesitating about?" Zhang Lao was curious: "Reluctant? Or are you thinking about how to slaughter again? ”

"Nope."

Wang Guan smiled: "I'm thinking about how much it will cost to ask that Dao Zhen to help me write a Huang Ting Sutra." ”

"Huh?"

When Zhang Lao heard this, he was immediately surprised: "It's been a long time, you are actually playing this idea, preparing to draw salary from the bottom of the kettle." ”

"I'm not stupid." Wang Guan said as a matter of course: "If there is such a thing, finding someone to help you write a work is destined to become a rare treasure, why should you cheapen them?" ”

"It's up to you, it's your own business anyway, you can solve it yourself."

Zhang Lao doesn't care, anyway, the red sandalwood is gloomy and the wooden beads are gone, so there is nothing to do with him. He didn't plan to meddle in things, but asked with a smile: "By the way, what kind of treasure is your more precious thing than Wu Zhen's fisherman's picture?" ”

"Good stuff, rare good stuff."

Wang Guan sold the guanzi, and in the urging of Zhang Lao, he could be regarded as taking out the things. The thing was packed in a palm-wide box, which was a brocade box commonly used to mount calligraphy and painting scrolls.

Seeing this brocade box, Zhang Lao naturally misunderstood, and said with interest: "What kind of calligraphy and painting is it, and its value is actually higher than the fisherman's picture in Wu Zhen?" ”

"It's not calligraphy and painting." Wang Guan smiled and shook his head: "You can just open it and take a look." ”

"What?"

Suddenly, Zhang Lao was stunned: "What else can it be if it's not calligraphy and painting?" ”

"Elder Zhang, there is more to the treasure house, but there are only calligraphy and paintings." Wang Guan smiled and said, "There are some other things that are worth a lot of money. ”

"This is true, in addition to calligraphy and painting, there are also some precious Ming and Qing dynasty famous porcelain, as well as jade, gold and silver utensils." Zhang Lao nodded, and then muttered: "But looking at the box, it shouldn't be porcelain." Could it be that gold-inlaid jade Ruyi? ”

"It's not." Wang Guan shook his head and denied: "If you die with gold and jade, it will be two or three million, how can it be compared to the fisherman's picture." ”

"That's right." Zhang Laoshen thought so: "With your temperament, it is impossible to do the thing of picking sesame seeds and throwing watermelons." ”

"It's good to know, and you don't have to say it." Wang Guan laughed.

At the same time, Zhang Lao was not polite, he directly reached out and took the long box, weighed it slightly, and said with some surprise: "It's quite heavy, it seems to be about one meter two, is it a weapon?" ”

"Not a weapon."

Seeing that Wang Guan continued to shake his head, Zhang Lao didn't plan to continue to speculate, so he simply opened the box neatly.

"Ah......h

For a moment, not only Zhang Lao was stunned, but even Fang Mingsheng next to him was stunned, his eyes full of surprise.

"This is ......"

After half a ring, Zhang Lao came to his senses, immediately frowned, and said very confusedly: "Wang Guan, you ...... You're not picking sesame seeds and throwing watermelons. ”

"Is there one?" Wang Guan still smiled: "I think this thing is good, such a 'big deal' is rare." ”

Wang Guan's generosity is not only an adjective, but also a statement of facts.

Generally speaking, the so-called big strokes refer to famous essayists or works, and it is also a metaphor for the implementation of grand plans. However, the generosity in Wang Guan's mouth, or the things in the box, is really generous. To put it bluntly, it is a very large brush, which is often referred to as a large brush like a rafter.

The allusion to the rafter pen comes from the Eastern Jin Dynasty famous minister Wang Xun, one night, he had a dream, in the dream someone gave himself a large pen like a rafter, after waking up, he thoughtfully told his family, this should be a big deal.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for Emperor Xiaowu of Jin to pass away, and because of his outstanding writing, the mourning, obituaries and overflow of Emperor Xiaowu to be issued by the imperial court were all handed over to him to draft and promulgate the world.

Since then, such as rafter, pen such as rafter, rafter pen, pen rafter, pen rafter, and large-scale brushwork, have become the target pursued by literati. After discovering that no one gave them a pen in their dreams, some people simply made their own large pens to hang in the study, whether it was as a decorative ornament, or a good omen with profound meanings, anyway, similar to such a large brush, whether ancient or modern, is not uncommon.

Now Wang Guan actually gave up the picture of Wu Zhen's fisherman and chose this big pen, in the eyes of Zhang Lao and Fang Mingsheng, the typical is to abandon the original and chase the end, because of the small loss, the gain outweighs the loss. (To be continued......)