Du 13 introduced before, the young man in the green shirt is called Lu Xisheng, a genius in Suzhou, he has also heard of this person's reputation, in his time and space, he later became the prime minister of Tang Zhaozong, plus the prince and the prince. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info I didn't expect that this would still be a literary youth.

Lu Xisheng arched his hand and said: "Let's throw bricks and lead jade first, this poem is called Linggui Rock." ”

Glancing at the turtle-shaped potted strange rock in the hall, he brewed his emotions for a while, put his hands behind his back, and said loudly: "Panyan is shrunk like a spirit turtle, when Mr. Anshi is in hiding. Not only the history of the world, the white clouds and flowing water are the heart period. ”

As we all know, Xie An's word Anshi, Lu Xisheng's poem not only praised Xie An, but also raised his hand by the way, Zhou Ning and Du Shisan looked at each other with a smile, and had to follow the crowd against their will.

Xie An also nodded slightly and said, "Although Lu Xian's nephew's poem is a little unusual, it is quite appropriate for the occasion and gives people a sense of atmosphere. Not bad, not bad. ”

At this time, Xu Wenchang seemed to have drunk a little too much, poured himself a glass of wine, and said: "Poetry is good poetry, but it is a little kitsch, and people of my generation don't take it."

"Oh? Why did Brother Xu say this? Xie An didn't think it was upset, but asked with a smile.

Xu Wenchang arched his hand and said: "In Fang Cai's poem, 'not only the history of the world, but the white clouds and flowing water are the heart period', isn't it exactly what it was done to please Gong Xie?" ”

There was some bitterness and ridicule in his tone. Everyone knows that he is upright by nature, and he has repeatedly failed to succeed, and he has failed to pass the exam eight times in a row, and he has always been cynical, but he didn't care much.

Xie An comforted softly: "Xie doesn't think that Lu Xian's nephew is beautiful, I know it." ”

Lu Xisheng smiled gratefully at Xie An, still a little resentful, and said with a red face: "I have heard for a long time that Qingteng Jushi is famous, I don't know what new works there are recently?" ”

Xu Wenchang glanced at him, got up suddenly, strolled to the window, looked at the bamboo forest outside, sat back in front of the desk, spread a piece of snow-white rice paper on the desk, dipped the pen in ink, and chanted slowly while the dragon flew and the phoenix danced: "Last night, when the wind and moon were in front of the window, the number of poles sparsely affected the book. Today, it is extended to the stream vine, and I still feel that the autumn sound is flying at the bottom of the pen. ”

I don't know if it's an illusion, Zhou Ning saw Xu Wenchang's body, and slowly condensed a pale cyan aura.

Everyone held their breath and watched quietly, only to see Xu Wenchang pick up the brush, concentrate slightly, move the pen and open his wrist, and after a while, a vigorous and powerful bamboo jumped on the paper.

As soon as the word "fly" fell, Xu Wenchang also happened to stop writing, only to see that on the rice paper, there was a deep and far-reaching, sparse and mottled bamboo cultivation map, the shade is appropriate, and the aura is full.

I have to admit that Xu Wenchang is really pretending to be round, not only made a good poem on the spot, but also drew a hard-to-find bamboo picture when chanting poetry.

Xu Wenchang said with a smile: "This style of painting is the freehand painting method that I have studied with great concentration in the past few years. ”

"Good, good, good, worthy of Xu Wenchang, who is unique in poetry and painting!" Zhang Xu couldn't help but shout, and the case was amazing.

Xie Xuan opened his mouth and praised: "Brother Xu's poem should be his will, flat and thousands of miles, quite spacious, it can be called a masterpiece, when it can be sung for a while, what is even more rare is that this painting is both square and round, light and heavy, vertical and horizontal, it is really chic and elegant." ”

With Xie Xuan's identity, it is rare to praise people like this, while a scholar has already copied this poem, and the paper is circulated in everyone's hands to watch, they are full of praise, if it is with this painting, it is even more shocking.

Xu Wenchang's face was slightly self-conscious, he made a circle, sat back at the table, and continued to drink sullen wine.

Jiang Zuocai, who was present, looked at each other, and they all felt a little at a disadvantage, and the atmosphere was a little dull for a while.

Tang Bohu stood up and said with a smile: "Poetry is a good poem, but when I was studying painting in the Wuzhong School of painting, I often heard that 'those who paint should seek change'. ”

Xu Wenchang changed color slightly, and said, "What does Brother Tang mean by this?" ”

Tang Bohu said as he ordered someone to fetch rice paper, spread it out, and painted.

Everyone gathered around, only to see Tang Bohu waving like flying, and after a while, three or two bamboo branches appeared on the drawing paper, and everyone thought: "It turns out that Tang Bohu also wants to draw bamboo." ”

Zhou Ning had a strange face, and with his eyes, it was not difficult to see that Tang Bohu was reinterpreting his "Ink Bamboo Picture" in his own way. This person's talent for calligraphy and painting is true

As the bamboo branches gradually spread, everyone's mouths opened wider and wider, and this painting used the brush to be freehand and unrestrained, but - it seems a little familiar?

After a while, on the Shengxuan, there was a chic and extremely chic ink and bamboo picture, the line of writing is heroic and wild, the ink is hearty, such as the sword energy in the sky, and what is even more rare is that there is a bit of leisure in the heroic, compared to Xu Wenchang's picture of Cangzhu, it is vaguely a grade higher.

Isn't this - Zhou Zhongdao's ink bamboo drawing?

Immediately afterwards, Tang Bohu wrote the inscription in the upper right corner: "The drunken pen is dripping with bamboo branches, and it is clear that when the wind and rain are full. I'm afraid no one will know this, and I will give a small poem to it. ”

Everyone couldn't help but look at each other, and they all felt that this poem was paired with this painting, just like the generous and tragic people in the land of Yan Zhao, and they were arrogant. Even after Zhou Ning saw it, he was also amazed.

Tang Bohu threw the pen into the cylinder and said with a smile: "What does Brother Xu think of my ink and bamboo drawing?" ”

Xu Wenchang glanced at his own paintings, and then at Tang Bohu's paintings, the style is extremely similar, but there are many more details than his own paintings, obviously the study of this style of painting is more in-depth, and he couldn't help sighing: "Brother Tang is talented, I might as well too." ”

Suddenly he stretched out his hand and tore his painting to shreds.

Tang Bohu said: "This style of painting is a few days ago, I learned from Zhou Zhongdao. ”

Xu Wenchang pondered for a moment and said with a wry smile: "No wonder Brother Tang wants to say that Xu Mou picks up people's teeth and wisdom, and even Xu Mou thinks it is a coincidence. ”

Zhou Ning smiled slightly bitterly, this is a confused account, as we all know, Xu Wenchang is the founder of this freehand painting method, he is just standing on the shoulders of giants, improving and innovating.

After thinking about it, he said: "Brother Xu's painting style is also different from Zhou's, Brother Xu's paintings are bold and indulgent, and there is often a majestic posture of 'falling the pen to storm the storm, and the picture becomes a crying ghost and god', which is amazing, and the painting below is mainly splashed ink, and the ink is dripping, as for Brother Tang, it is combined with calligraphy and painting, which shows a bit of wild interest." The three of them have different painting methods, and Brother Xu doesn't have to mind. ”

Xu Wen walked in front of Zhou Ning and said with a deep salute: "Thank you little brother for teaching, Xu Wei is grateful." ”

For a while, the attention of the entire hall was focused on Zhou Ning.

Xie An said with a smile: "Zhou Xian's nephew is really a family history, extraordinary, yes, I am close friends with your uncle, Zhou Xian's nephew doesn't have to be too restrained." ”

Zhou Ning bowed and thanked him.

With the comparison of Xu Wenchang and Tang Bohu, as well as Zhou Ning's wonderful theory, the atmosphere gradually became warmer.

The people present are all some top talents, naturally there is no shortage of some excellent works, Zhou Yue is a top Confucian, Xie An is a semi-saint, with their Confucianism, literary cultivation, of course, it is more than enough to evaluate poetry.

To Zhou Ning's surprise, Shi Long, an otaku, is also a poet, and made a poem "My god is neither west nor east, and the smoke is gone." The taste makes the body like a slight breeze, and it continues to rush itself. "It was well received by Zhou Yue. No wonder he can become close friends with Da Ru Tianwen.

Shi Long was slightly self-conscious, and suddenly, his expression changed, as if he sensed something, and after a while, he said goodbye and left.

Except for Zhou Ning, no one paid attention to Shi Long's departure, and at this moment, the atmosphere of the entire Wenhui was reaching its peak.