"It's this one?"

Ji Lin's pupils shrank, and his gaze at the calligraphy became a little softer.

When he first came to the Qingzhu Hotel, Ji Lin had seen a similar poster.

But the handwriting that appeared this time was extraordinary, and it was obviously more than a step stronger than what Ji Lin saw last time he came to Qingzhu Hotel.

"This pair of calligraphy has never appeared in front of people, and it has always been collected by my grandmother."

"Many years ago, before my grandmother went to the magic capital, this note was transferred to me for safekeeping." Dong Yuer smiled.

"The penmanship of this poem is the essence of the flesh and bones of regular script, could it be that it was written by Su Dongpo University?"

Twisting his white beard, an old man in black looked admiring.

"No, no, this seven-character poem is clearly written by Huang Tingjian to his friend Huang Jifu."

"Although Huang Tingjian is a protégé disciple of Su Dongpo, he is known as one of the four scholars of Sumen."

"But with the style of Lord Dongpo, it is not enough to write for Huang Tingjian's childhood friend."

"So the old man boldly deduced that this pair of calligraphy must have been written by Huang Tingjian himself."

Another old man in white shook his head and said.

"I said you two, are you old eyes a little dizzy?"

"Between the lines, there is a combination of Chinese and Western styles in the new culture of the Republic of China."

"May I ask Su Dongpo and Huang Tingjian, who are among the four families of the Northern Song Dynasty, could it be that they have traveled to modern times?"

Just when the two elders in black and white began to quarrel, Master Nanshan's disdainful voice resounded throughout the audience.

As soon as the connoisseur makes a move, do you know if there is any!

Master Nanshan's Chinese culture skills are amazing, and the two elders who said it are red-faced, and everyone is also a little embarrassed.

The focus of everyone's attention just now was attracted by Huang Tingjian's song "Send Huang Several Replies Several Times".

At this moment, listening to Master Nanshan's words, everyone understood that they had made the mistake of habitual thinking.

"This pair of calligraphy was indeed written during the Republic of China."

Dong Xun'er smiled slightly, nodded and added:

"Today's reward is for you to guess the specific time when this pair of calligraphy was written, who wrote it, and the surrounding stories of the calligraphy."

Yue'er set up a table of wine on the third floor, and if anyone can win the championship, Yue'er 'Peng' will be waiting for King's Landing. ”

Airplanes!

As soon as Dong Xun'er's words came out, the elites in the audience were excited.

Even Master Nanshan had a fiery face, staring at Dong Xun'er's curvaceous body and swallowing saliva.

"'Peng' men are waiting for King's Landing? Miss Dong is really afraid that the world will not be chaotic? ”

Ji Lin touched his nose and looked at him a little speechlessly, all the so-called elite celebrities who seemed to have been beaten with chicken blood.

Dong Xun'er is the kind of "yao" and "rao" woman who conquers "yu" and "wang" when a man sees her, and she still treats the boudoir like a flower.

If anyone wins her "head", won't they be able to join the Dong family?

The Dong family has risen since the Republic of China, although it is not as eternal as the Cao family in the capital and the Du family in poetry and books, but the problem is that the Dong family is rich.

In this society where money is the supremacy of the mainstream ideology, being able to become the son-in-law of the Dong family will undoubtedly be able to struggle for more than 20 years.

"Ji Lin, in fact, in a cultural gathering like this, there is a finale in the end, whoever can get the leader will get a lot of rewards."

"It's just that I didn't expect Miss Dong to even gamble on herself this time."

"Could it be that she has someone she likes? It's so weird. ”

As if seeing the doubts in Ji Lin's heart, Han Yan hugged his daughter and explained with a smile.

"Looking at the entire VIP room, it seems that our Ji Lin has the highest appearance, could it be that Miss Dong has fallen in love with Ji Lin?"

Lin Lulu was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, so she teased.

As soon as these words came out, Ji Lin immediately noticed that the fierce eyes of all the female employees were concentrated on him.

Even Shangguan Xue, the iceberg beauty, is also abusive.

"You think too much, how can I Ji Lin be virtuous, and how can I enter Miss Dong's eyes?"

Touching his nose, Ji Lin was a little speechless.

"There are countless people in the Republic of China, but only in terms of calligraphy, the four major calligraphers Tan Yanmin, Hu Hanmin, Wu Zhihui, and Yu Youren are the most famous."

"Among them, Tan Yanmin's attainments in regular script are the highest,"

"So Xiao Sheng boldly speculated that this pair of calligraphy was written by Tan Yanhong."

Just when everyone was deep in thought, Guo Deyi took the lead in speaking.

"It is worthy of being a famous talent in our Shu land, it is better to meet if it is really famous." Some celebrities who play soy sauce have praised it.

There are about 30 people participating in the calligraphy gathering today, but most of them are playing tickets, and there are not many people who are really accomplished in Chinese studies, but Guo Deyi is definitely one of them.

"Mr. Tan is a master of modern regular script, and he is known as a master of modern Yanshu,"

"His calligraphy is very good."

"But it's a pity that this poem "Sending Huang Jifu" is a Huang Feng Su bone, so this painting is definitely not written by Mr. Tan."

Dong Xun'er smiled and said something that made Guo Deyi a little embarrassed.

The four words "Huang Feng Su Gu" refer to the two great calligraphers Huang Tingjian and Su Dongpo.

Su Dongpo is good at regular script, and his penmanship is rich and strong, giving people the "air of the sea".

Su Dongpo is good at writing with a majestic momentum between the lines, and within a hundred years of modern China, only Taizu can compare with it.

Although Huang Tingjian is good at writing and cursive, he is also in his own right.

Because Huang Tingjian was promoted by Su Dongpo's discernment and pearls, and he was deeply taught by Su Dongpo, Huang Tingjian's regular script has a bit of Su Dongpo's style between the lines.

This is the so-called "Huangfeng Su Bone", this font is broad and profound, if you only look at the handwriting, it is easy to confuse future generations.

When Su Dongpo learned calligraphy in his early years, he used Yan Zhenqing as a template, and his regular script naturally left Yan Gong's bones.

As for Mr. Tan, one of the four major calligraphers of the Republic of China, he is a super awesome person in the Republic of China.

Even the reason why Mr. Jiang and Miss Meiling were able to get married was because Mr. Tan introduced the two of them.

Mr. Tan is a master of modern Yan style calligraphy, and his italic style has both the atmosphere of Su Dongpo and the "charm" of Huang Tingjian, so Guo Deyi will feel that this pair of calligraphy may be written by Mr. Tan.

"Ji Lin, your Chinese culture skills are also good, why don't you talk about it too?"

As soon as Guo Deyi's harsh words came out, everyone's faces suddenly became exciting.

"Stinky boy, this time the old man will see how to play a round."

Caressing his white beard, Master Nanshan smiled very gloomy.

"Guo Deyi, you are too much!" Lin Lulu looked angry.

"Lulu, what are you talking about? Although Ji Lin was released by the three elders and passed the interview. ”

"But he also has real materials, so you don't have confidence in him?" Guo was a little annoyed and angry.

Poison!

It's so poisonous!

During the Three Kingdoms, Cao Wei and Liu Han fought, Zhuge Liang was like a chapter before the war, and he spat blood from the mouth of Cao Wei's heavy minister Wang Lang and died, which is the powerful power of literati verbal criticism.

"Playing with words with me? I can't kill you!"

Seeing that the focus of those celebrities' eyes moved away from themselves, they looked at Ji Lin with disdain one by one, and Guo was triumphant.

"The old man has not come to Shu for many years, and he never thought that the style of the literati in Shu would be so degenerate, it is really the wind of the world, the wind of the world is going down."

Master Nanshan beat his chest and paused, although he didn't say a dirty word, he scolded Ji Lin bloody.

"Ji Lin has passed the unanimous praise of the three elders of Yulei, and he was not 'released' by the three elders, even the little woman admires Ji Lin's talent and learning."

Just when the atmosphere of the audience was unfavorable to Ji Lin, Shangguan Xue, the iceberg beauty in the corner, spoke.

Shangguan Xue is extremely talented, and she is very famous in the Shu circle.

Shangguan Xue rarely praises someone, but once praised, the credibility is still very great.

As soon as these words came out, all the celebrities turned their heads to each other, feeling that this matter should be reliable.

After all, the one who interviewed Ji Lin was the three elders of Yulei who moved Shudi, and he didn't seem to have heard of those three stubborn old men who had let go of water.

"Mr. Ji's knowledge is indeed extraordinary, and this little woman can also testify."

At the same time, Dong Xun'er's laughing and groaning voice resounded throughout the audience.

Wow!

Hearing this, everyone shook again, and their eyes looking at Ji Lin were a little more shocked.

The Dong family has risen since the Republic of China, and although it has only been three generations, it has adhered to the tradition of poetry and book heirlooms.

Dong Xun'er has studied under many masters of Chinese culture, and in the impression of everyone, it seems that Dong Xun'er has not publicly praised anyone's good Chinese culture skills.

"Could it be that this kid's Chinese culture skills are really good?" Similar thoughts emerged in the minds of everyone.

"Not long after I first came to Shudi, I was just a newcomer in the local calligraphy circle."

"This is the honor of the first review, and it is better for the seniors to comment."

Ji Lin smiled slightly, and his bearing was outstanding.

As soon as these words came out, everyone nodded one after another, secretly saying that this is really an excellent and humble young man, and such a talent has not appeared in Shu for a long time.

"'Horse' paralyzed, I was the first to speak just now, didn't this kid Ji Lin scold me too?"

Guo Deyi's face turned blue and white for a while, and he gritted his teeth for what he hated Ji Lin.

"By the way, I heard that Mr. Nanshan is a famous calligrapher in our country, so it's better to let his old man be the first to comment."

Poof!

As soon as Ji Lin's words came out, Master Nanshan and Guo were both sweet in their throats, and suddenly had an urge to vomit blood.

"Lao Tzu is obviously the first person to comment, Ji Lin actually ignored Lao Tzu, his mother's bear!"

With his fists clenched, Guo triumphantly tiptoed his toes, trying to make himself appear taller.

"Bastard, stinky boy! Scum! ”

Rao is master of Nanshan is good at cultivating his life, and at this moment he also has the urge to wield his old fist and smash Ji Lin into meat sauce.

Dong Xun'er's calligraphy, since it was taken out as the finale, it was naturally extraordinary, and Master Nanshan didn't think he could answer it.

If you wait for everyone to be deflated and hit the wall, and then you stand up and summarize your views, then even if you don't uncover the mystery of the copy, at least your face will be better.

But this damn Ji Lin actually pushed himself to the front of the stage first, which is really fucking.

Standing in front of this painting and calligraphy, Master Nanshan was silent and fell into deep thought.

The more I looked at this, the more frightened Master Nanshan became, and the more I felt that this pair of calligraphy was so extraordinary.

"I don't think it's as good as this, in order to save time, why don't you all choose to write down the calligraphy and painting family in your mind on paper, what do you think?"

As soon as Dong Xun'er's words came out, the clever staff had already begun to distribute paper and pens to everyone.

This is a good way to prevent the person who speaks later from taking advantage of the person in front of him.

Even Master Nanshan smiled slightly, secretly saying that Dong Xun'er is a female streamer, but she can become the third-generation spokesperson of the Dong family, and her skills in dealing with people are indeed extraordinary.

This is a high-level calligraphy gathering in Shudi, and this naturally cannot be a fountain pen ballpoint pen, but a good wolf brush.

Naturally, this paper cannot be ordinary rice paper, but the same luxury item as Zhao Ji of Song Huizong wrote "cursive thousand-character text" - Jinyun dragon paper.

Time passes in minute by minute, and ten minutes are fleeting.

"I see." Suddenly, Master Nanshan laughed loudly, dipped in ink and wrote the golden cloud dragon note.

"is worthy of being a world-famous master of Chinese studies, and he knew the answer so quickly." The elites were amazed, and at the same time, their eyes were a little solemn.

There are not many calligraphy and paintings here today, but everyone is a decent person with higher education, and most of them have a good background in Chinese culture.

There are so many masters in the Republic of China who are proficient in regular script and ink painting at the same time, so there should be a chance to be in the middle of it, right?

After Master Nanshan put down his pen, he glanced at Ji Lin defiantly, and went to the small living room to drink tea under the leadership of the staff.

"It's like seeing the blue sky through the dark clouds." Han Yan laughed loudly, and confidently wrote the answer on Jin Yunlong's note.

"If you don't know Han Gongju, it's in vain to brush up all the 'bloggers', Mr. is talented."

Everyone was amazed, and Han Yan was also like a spring breeze, thinking that he had guessed correctly.

"Guo Deyi, why don't you write a name too, it's all a game anyway, why take it seriously."

Seeing that Guo Xiaoer was a little embarrassed, Dong Xun'er nodded with a smile.

"Thank you, Miss Dong."

Hearing that Guo Xiaoer's face was "tide" and "red" as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, he wrote his answer on Jin Yunlong's note.

"Ji Lin, Ji Lin, although Lao Tzu guessed wrong the first time, he will definitely not be wrong this second time."

Throwing the pen, Guo Xiaoer looked up at the sky at an elegant forty-five angle, and his face was full of superiority.

Time passed in a minute and a second, and another ten minutes passed in the blink of an eye.

At this time, the hour hand has pointed to eight o'clock in the evening, and there are fireworks outside the window, and the lights of thousands of homes are already bright, so that it is a prosperous and prosperous world.

"Ji Lin, aren't you quite powerful? Why is it that everyone has closed the pen, and you still haven't written a word? ”

When everyone walked to the small living room, they saw that Ji Lin was the only one standing in place, looking at the calligraphy and painting in a daze, and Guo's proud yin and yang weird voice resounded throughout the audience.