"I don't like to use the Golden Cloud Dragon Paper." Ji Lin smiled slightly, and his bearing was outstanding.

"You don't even need such a good paper for Jinyun Dragon Paper, is it possible that you want to use gold-inlaid jade paper?" Guo was proud and disdainful.

"Mr. Ji, I have a lot of good papers in my private collection, so it's better for you to choose one."

Dong Xun'er snapped her fingers, and two bodyguards walked over with a heavy suitcase.

"I use the year's birth announcement for my handwriting, I don't know if Miss Dong has it?"

Ji Lin didn't look at the box either, and said lightly.

"Of course, there is."

Dong Xun'er nodded, opened a small wooden box, revealing a white jade-like shengxuan.

"Light as cicada wings as white as snow, shaking like fine silk without sound, this rice paper has at least a hundred years of history."

Master Nanshan shook his hand and couldn't help but exclaim.

"This piece of rice paper is made of straw and sandalwood bark from Shatian in 'Jing' County, supplemented by the unique local glycol mountain spring water, which is naturally very valuable."

The old man in black twisted his white beard, and looked at Sheng Xuan's eyes with a fiery gaze.

The people who attended this party were calligraphy lovers, and naturally understood how much a good piece of rice paper could increase calligraphy.

"Miss Dong, this Zhang Shengxuan is at least a Qing Dynasty thing, right? Isn't it too extravagant to write? ”

Guo was proud and said sourly.

"Mr. Ji has a profound background in Chinese culture, and I believe that his words will be extraordinary."

"The so-called BMW increases heroes, and the best life propaganda should naturally be set off by perfect handwriting."

Dong Xun'er smiled slightly, disapproving.

The end of the Qing Dynasty is only a hundred years away from this world, although this rice paper is valuable, but with the deep financial resources of the Dong family, Dong Xun'er really doesn't think there is anything.

More importantly, Dong Xun'er has an inexplicable expectation for Ji Lin.

Although Dong Xun'er doesn't understand where her expectations come from.

"Ji Lin, Miss Dong has treated you so well, why don't you put pen to paper?"

"Do you think your handwriting is too ugly to see anyone?"

Seeing that Ji Lin was still looking at the ink painting in a daze, Master Nanshan said disdainfully.

"Ji Lin is returning from the United States, it would be good if he could know some allusions to the Republic of China, so don't expect his calligraphy to be much better."

Guo smiled proudly and stabbed him with a cold knife without a trace.

If Guo Deyi knew that Ji Lin had never been abroad in the past 70 years, and all the information was forged, I really don't know how Guo Deyi would feel.

"Mr. Ji, don't you think the brush is good?" Dong Xun'er's heart moved, and she asked.

In fact, Ji Lin's behavior is nothing in Dong Xun'er's opinion.

The more accomplished you are in calligraphy, the higher your requirements for the four treasures of the study.

Even Dong Xun'er has seen some fastidious calligraphers, who have to bathe and change their clothes before writing, and have to have percussion accompaniment when they write.

Compared with them, Ji Lin's "cleanliness" is really nothing.

Does Ji Lin have a cleanliness fetish? Naturally, there is none.

If these people knew that the rice paper used by Ji Lin to write on weekdays was the imperial system of the Tang Dynasty, I really don't know if these so-called elites would have the feeling that they were "turtles".

Ji Lin once followed Wang Xizhi's song to the Orchid Pavilion, but Wang Xizhi only made Ji Lin realize the importance of calligraphy, nothing more.

The person who really brought Ji Lin into the hall of calligraphy was Yan Zhenqing!

The Tang and Song dynasties were the two most glorious and brilliant eras in the history of China.

In the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty, batches of calligraphy were born, shaking the ancient and modern!

In terms of regular script alone, the five regular script masters who have the greatest influence on later generations are ranked in no particular order, in order of Ouyang Xun, Chu Suiliang, Yu Shinan, Yan Zhenqing, and Liu Gongquan.

But in Ji Lin's opinion, among these five people, Ouyang Xun, Chu Suiliang, and Yu Shinan are certainly good at calligraphy, but they are only the heirs of Wang Xizhi and Wang Xianzhi.

Among the five Tang Dynasty families, what Ji Lin admired the most was Yan Zhenqing and Liu Gongquan, whose calligraphy was collectively called "Yan Muscle and Willow Bone" by later generations, and their influence was extremely huge.

If Yan Muscle and Willow Bone want to be divided into one order, Ji Lin personally thinks that it should be Yan Zhenqing as the crown.

The reason why this is the case is that Ji Lin felt that the calligraphy of the Tang Dynasty should have started with Yan Zhenqing, which had a historic innovation.

"I heard that in the past, Yan Gong would save himself three times before mentioning words, and then complete the calligraphy creation with the best four treasures of the study, Mr. Fei Ji, you also have this elegance?"

Seeing that Ji Lin was silent for a long time, this time it was the old man in white who spoke.

Everyone has completed the game of guessing people's names, but Ji Lin is the only one who is "outstanding" and looks a little "out of place".

Dong Xun'er, a partial beauty, favored Ji Lin again, which made everyone quite unhappy, including the old man in white.

As soon as the old man in white said this, Ji Lin felt sharply that one after another sharp gazes shot towards him like a blade.

"How capable a kid is, how can he be comparable to Yan Gong." Facing a burning gaze, Ji Lin said lightly.

This is from the heart, and there is no false feeling!

After 5,000 years of immortality, Ji Lin has made countless celebrity acquaintances.

But there are not many people who can make Ji Lin admire, and Yan Zhenqing is definitely one of them.

Ji Lin's dedication to the four treasures of the study was actually influenced by Yan Zhenqing to a large extent, but Ji Lin himself didn't realize it.

"Today, Miss Dong gave a gift to Jing-County Centennial Shengxuan, if the kid uses an ordinary brush, it will be a stain on the paper."

Ji Lin smiled slightly, and there was an extra black brush in his hand, which seemed to be inconspicuous.

This pen was prepared by Ji Lin for work, and because he didn't go home, he brought it with him, and it came in handy at the moment.

"Although this pen looks a little old, its appearance is ugly and vulgar."

"Ji Lin, you use this pen to ink, and you really look at Miss Dong."

After Guo proudly glanced at the brush in Ji Lin's hand, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but pout a mocking sneer.

"If the old man guessed correctly, the year of manufacture of this pen should be the end of the Qing Dynasty."

"Although the age can match the birth announcement given by Miss Dong, the quality is ...... Hehe. ”

Twisting the white beard, although Master Nanshan did not finish his words, the contempt in his words was self-evident.

"Ji Lin is gentle and elegant, and he is a character like a gentleman of the ancients."

"Why would he come out with an inconspicuous brush?"

Lin Lulu and Lu Yufeng looked at each other, and they both saw the doubts in each other's eyes.

"Mr. Ji, can you lend the pen to the old man for a look?"

Suddenly, an old man in a yellow robe, walking over with a cane, looked at the brush in Ji Lin's hand with a burning gaze.

"Feng Lao actually wants to see this pen? Could it be that there is really something special about this pen? ”

Master Nanshan's pupils shrank, and his face was a little unsightly.

Feng Lao's calligraphy attainments are not high, but he is very famous in the national calligraphy circle.

The Feng family has been a master pen maker for generations, and in Feng Lao's generation, the art of pen making is even more peaking.

Such a famous pen maker, looking at the broken pen in Ji Lin's hand, he was actually excited, could it be that this pen is still a treasure?

For a while, the eyes of all the celebrities were focused on the brush in Ji Lin's hand.

"Please." Hearing this, Ji Lin nodded, and elegantly handed the broken pen in his hand to Feng Lao.

Pen, ink, paper, and inkstone are the four treasures of the study, and they have been a must-have for readers in China since ancient times.

Immortal for 5,000 years, although Ji Lin did not deliberately collect it, he had many precious things under his command that were unimaginable to ordinary people.

"Soft and hard are suitable for people's hands, and a hundred pipes are not bad, what an excellent century-old pen!"

Feng Lao took the brush and rubbed it, and couldn't help but praise and shout.

"Senior Feng, although you are one of the most famous pen makers in my Shenzhou, you are a little older and dizzy after all, why don't you take a closer look?"

Guo was a little stupid and asked unwillingly.

"Brother Feng, your family has a family history, and the pen-making skills have been inherited for more than 100 years since the end of the Qing Dynasty."

"You don't have to smash your own signboard for a while."

Glancing at Ji Lin unhappily, Master Nanshan's face was a little unpleasant.

"Could it be that this pen really has a big origin?" The elites and celebrities were in a "commotion" and talked about it.

"It's true that the old man is old, but his eyes are bright, and he can still distinguish right from wrong."

Feng Lao looked proud, holding a magnifying glass to carefully observe the xuanbi.

The more he looked at it, the wider Feng Lao's eyes widened, and in the end, even the hand holding the magnifying glass was trembling, and a blush appeared on the wrinkled old face.

"The sky has eyes, and the old man actually saw this Xuanbi come out."

Feng Lao's face was "flushed", and his whole body began to tremble.

"Sir."

A servant hurriedly stepped forward and took out a pill for Feng Lao to take.

After more than ten seconds, Feng Lao's complexion began to recover.

"The old man is sick, and once he is excited, he will have a seizure, which makes you laugh."

Feng Lao bowed his hand to everyone, a little embarrassed.

When people are older, their bodies will more or less go wrong, and Feng Lao is naturally no exception.

But everyone present who knew Feng Lao knew that Feng Lao had not been sick because of excitement for ten years.

Today, Feng Lao is actually excited to get sick for just one, and the seemingly inconspicuous Xuanbi is ill, could it be that this pen is a hand-me-down?

"Sir, can you tell us about the origin of this Xuan Pen?"

Dong Xun'er smiled and said the issue that everyone was most concerned about.

"There are old rabbits on the Jiangnan stone, eating bamboo and drinking springs. The people of Xuanzhou take it as a pen, and pick one out of ten million hairs, these four sentences are the true portrayal of this pen. ”

Feng Lao sighed and said the words that shocked everyone.

These four sentences are the poems in Bai Juyi's "Zihao Pen Song" in the Tang Dynasty.

Feng Lao actually has such a high opinion of Ji Lin's "broken pen", isn't this too ridiculous?

"Elder Feng, didn't you just say that it took only a hundred years for this pen to be written, and how could it get such praise?"

Guo said sourly.

"Xuanbi has a long history, more than 2,000 years ago."

"The materials used in this xuan pen are very exquisite, and the materials used are precise and meticulous, which can be called a miracle." Feng Lao explained.

"But even so, this pen can only be regarded as a masterpiece at best, how can it be so praised by "Zihao Pen Song"?" Master Nanshan looked unconvinced.

"If it is only based on the material, although this pen is good, it can only be regarded as a masterpiece."

"But the method of making this pen is the Phoenix Dance Nine Heavens technique that has been lost for 2,000 years, which is unique in the world and should be handed down to the world."

Wow!

As soon as Feng Lao's words came out, the audience was shaken.

Even Dong Xun'er's eyes widened, and her gaze at Xuanbi was solemn.

"Ji Lin, what is the Phoenix Dance Nine Heavens Technique?" Seeing that everyone was excited, Shangguan Xue looked at Ji Lin curiously.

"The phoenix is the king of the flying sky, which can make the hundred birds dynasty sect, and the phoenix dance nine heavens technique is created by the famous general Meng Tian of the Qin Dynasty."

"This technique is supplemented by the 'Jing' County Rabbit Fat and Long, which can make the Xuan pen rigid and soft, and the pen is like divine help."

"Back then, Zhao Gao faked the edict of the first emperor, and Li Si helped Hu Hai ascend the throne as the emperor."

"Zhao Gao was afraid that Meng Tian would support the army and respect himself, and falsely preach the holy decree to give death to Meng Tian, and this technique has been lost since then."

Although Ji Lin's voice was not loud, it clearly reached everyone's ears.

Feng Lao looked excited, and walked over to Ji Lin and shook it to the ground: "I didn't expect Mr. Ji that you are so familiar with the Feng Dance Nine Heavens Technique, there are some things that even the old man doesn't know, admire and admire." ”

"Feng Lao, since the Nine Heavens Technique of Feng Dance has been lost since the Qin Dynasty, then this Xuan pen has only been written for a hundred years, how can it be a unique pen?"

Guo jumped out proudly, looking at Ji Lin with a gaze full of disdain.

"The old man of the Fengwu Nine Heavens Technique has also heard of it, and legend has it that General Meng Tian sacrificed to the sky to make a pen, and he was called the general's pen."

"This pen was later obtained by Yan Zhenqing of the Tang Dynasty, so Yan Gong can shake the world with his pen, put down the pen to suppress the ghosts and gods, and eventually become a famous calligrapher through the ages." Master Nanshan added.

Guo Deyi and Master Nanshan seem to be explaining the "Phoenix Dance Nine Heavens Technique", but their contempt for Ji Lin in their words is self-evident, and they clearly allude to Ji Lin's Xuanbi and its name is flashy.

"Originally, there were some things that the old man didn't want to say, but since everyone has mentioned this issue, it's okay for the old man to talk about it."

"In fact, the Nine Heavens Technique of the Phoenix Dance was obtained by the ancestor Feng Baosheng, and the ancestors spent their lives with the strength of their lives, and finally became a Zihao Xuan Pen, that is, this Xuan Pen in front of you."

Airplanes!

As soon as Feng Lao's words came out, the audience all gasped.

Even Master Nanshan was shocked, and his gaze at Xuanbi was full of incredulity.

Feng Baosheng is a famous pen maker in the late Qing Dynasty, although his person is rarely recorded in the official history, but he is famous in the calligraphy world, and is called "the magic pen phoenix" by the calligraphers at that time. ”

"Old man, since your ancestors were fortunate enough to obtain the secret method of Mengtian that had been lost for 2,000 years, why didn't you use it to make a pen?" Dong Xun'er was a little puzzled.

"I'm ashamed to say that since the ancestor Feng Baosheng was born, no one in my Feng family has been able to comprehend this method in the past hundred years."

This pen name point soldier pen, this pen was given to Picasso by Daqian Jushi after the pen, I didn't expect it to appear in Mr. Ji's hand today. ”

After Feng Lao said these words in one breath, the audience was silent, and Guo Deyi's gaze at Xuanbi was also scorching.

Feng Baosheng, Zhang Daqian, Picasso, Meng Tian, and the pen-making techniques that have been lost for 2,000 years?

These words, one alone is enough to make people breathtaking, and the seemingly inconspicuous Xuan pen in front of them is so good, it is really a "pen" that cannot be seen.

"Senior Feng, even if the pen is a hand-me-down, how can you be sure that the pen in front of you is not a high-imitation copycat?"

Guo Deyi was a little unhappy with Ji Lin's "villain's ambition" and tried to struggle in the end.

"Yes, the soldier pen is not only made with General Meng Tian's Phoenix Dance Nine Heavens Technique, but also made by the power of Feng Baosheng, a divine craftsman in the late Qing Dynasty, how can it be broken like this in just a hundred years?"

Master Nanshan echoed.

"You don't know anything, the pen is full of charm, and the beauty is not enough for outsiders."

"As long as Mr. Ji writes a book, whether this pen is true or false, even if the old man doesn't say it, you can tell one or the other."

Twisting his white beard, Elder Feng turned his gaze to Ji Lin.

"Mr. Ji, please." Dong Xun'er personally came over to study ink for Ji Lin, and her beautiful eyes were full of expectation.

"Okay." Ji Lin nodded, and held the Xuan pen in his hand in the expectant gaze of everyone.

The big beauty Shangguan Xue spread out the rice paper, the Shu celebrity Dong Yuer personally studied the ink, Ji Lin dipped the pen in the ink, and a colorful fireworks rose brightly outside the window.

When Ji Lin wrote the first word on the paper, everyone only felt a flower in front of them, as if they were in a vast desert, and a desolate and heavy ancient atmosphere came to their faces.

Calligraphy is like a person, and clever calligraphy can infect others when writing.

For example, when Master Nanshan wrote with the Nine Cool Splash Ink technique just now, everyone felt a feeling like a spring breeze.

The momentum of Master Nanshan's pen is compared with Ji Lin, which is like the difference between rice grains and Haoyue, which makes people gasp and their heads are collectively short-circuited.

"A junior in his twenties, how can calligraphy be so imposing? This...... How can it be? ”

"The desert is vast, and the goshawk soars with the pen, which is a strong and majestic wind bone"

"This son's attainments in calligraphy will definitely not be inferior to Master Nanshan."

Among the present, the old man in black and the old man in white had the highest calligraphy attainments, and at this moment the two looked at each other and were shocked.

In front of everyone's eyes, Ji Lin moved the pen like flying, brushed and wrote three big characters in a row, and then put down the pen, stood in front of the window with his hands in his hands, silent.

"It's a pity that your kid is younger after all, and you want to surpass the old man in calligraphy? It's a dream! ”

The time of more than ten seconds passed in a flash, and seeing that the surrounding clouds were light and the wind was light, and there was no more vision, Master Nanshan laughed loudly with a look of disdain.

An excellent calligraphy work, when the pen is put down, it is the time when the momentum is the strongest, and when Master Nanshan put down the pen just now, the breeze is clear, and it is obviously more than a step stronger than Ji Lin.

"It turns out that this kid is a strong outsider."

The old man in black and the old man in white sighed, but they also understood that it was not easy for Ji Lin to do this step.

"Such a good pen and paper, but the words written are unsightly, Ji Lin, you deserve to be a Chinese culture employee of my Yulei Group."

Guo was smug with mockery, and did not miss any opportunity to slap Ji Lin in the face.

"Now that you have written the answer, please Miss Dong announce the answer, Miss Dong? Well? Miss Dong? ”

The old man in black shouted a few times, but when he saw Miss Dong standing motionless in front of the table, he couldn't help but look puzzled.

"Could it be Ji Lin's words, there is another mystery?"

The old man in black was moved, and when he stepped forward to take a look, he was stunned.

"Huh?" Seeing that the old man in black and Miss Dong both looked at each other strangely, the old man in white also stepped forward.

Just glanced at it, and the old man in white suddenly widened his eyes and couldn't move away anymore.

"The old man still doesn't believe it, a boy in his twenties can compare to the old man in calligraphy?"

Master Nanshan sighed in his heart and stepped forward.

Rumble!

When Master Nanshan's gaze fell on the rice paper, he suddenly felt a flower in front of him, as if he was in a vast desert.

The sky is vast and the earth is mang, there seem to be thousands of troops and horses galloping in the yellow sand, and the sound of Jin Ge is endless.

Master Nanshan was about to take a closer look, but he saw that between heaven and earth, a general suddenly came across a horse, with murderous eyes, and stabbed himself in the chest with a sword.

"Help, ah!"

Master Nanshan shouted bitterly, kicked back three steps in a row, and then realized that everything was just a dream bubble.

"A calligraphy with only three words, can actually make Master Nanshan fall into an illusion?"

Everyone was moved, and they all stepped forward to observe Ji Lin's words.

Quiet!

Deathly quiet.

Time is lost in every minute and every second.

For a full ten minutes, no one spoke.

Everyone stared blankly at Ji Lin's handwriting, unable to extricate themselves for a long time.

"If Xiang Yu hangs his armor, Fan is outburst, Mr. Ji's words are deeply rooted in Yan Gong's bones, and the old man admires it so much."

After a long time, the old man in black shook his head to the ground, and his eyes were full of awe when he looked at Ji Lin.

Calligraphy is like a person, and the words of Ji Lin make people's eyes shine, and people can't help but think of the essence of Yan Zhenqing's regular script.

"The hard crossbow is about to be opened, the iron will stand, and there is an inviolable color."

"The old man practiced calligraphy, and he thought that he had obtained the essence of Yan Gong, but today he knows what Yan Ti is."

"Sir, please bow to the old man."

The old man in white was also impressed, and he shook it to the ground.

Since ancient times, literati have been light, but if others feel that you are as unfathomable as the vastness of the sea, then all envy, jealousy and hatred no longer exist, and some are just admiration.

"Mr. Ji's words have a far-reaching artistic conception, and they are deeply rooted in the essence of the center's penmanship.

Dong Xun'er's beautiful eyes lit up and she was sincerely amazed.

"It's dangerous, bright and beautiful, I really didn't expect that after a thousand years, someone can imitate Yan Gongkaishu so vividly, do you know Yan Zhenqing?" Shangguan Xue looked amazed.

As soon as these words came out, Ji Lin's face changed slightly, and he was relieved when he saw that Shangguan Xue was only joking casually.

Ji Lin not only knows Yan Zhenqing, but also is a close friend.

If it weren't for his current identity and age, how could the words written by Ji Lin be just the first realm of Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy?

Yan Zhenqing opened the precedent of the new school of calligraphy in the Tang Dynasty, and before the age of fifty, calligraphy "established a solid body and sought a majestic calligraphy style", which is called the first realm of calligraphy.

It's not that Ji Lin's pen power is not enough, but that Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy is too exaggerated in the second and third realms, and many famous calligraphers in this world can't reach it, so Ji Lin naturally doesn't want to be shocked.

"The word is a good word, but it's a pity that the momentum is strong and insufficient, which can be glimpsed only from the time Ji Lin put down the pen, and there is no vision."

Guo was proud of the dead duck's hard mouth, and continued to slap Ji Lin in the face.

As soon as these words came out, many celebrities and elites who played tickets exchanged ears and felt that it made sense.

Everyone in calligraphy is full of momentum, why did Ji Lin have no movement when he put down the pen just now?

"Mr. Ji's words are magnificent, like thousands of troops fighting, if the momentum is released, it will inevitably affect the people around him."

Dong Xun'er explained with a smile.

"What does that mean?" Hearing this, Guo was stunned and a little incomprehensible.

"Xiao Er, you are still a scholar, don't you know how to use it?"

"Ji Lin's control of momentum has reached the realm of sending and receiving freely, this is called restraint, do you understand?"

Han Yan couldn't stand it anymore, and said a word.

"I see." Everyone suddenly realized, and looked at Ji Lin with admiration.

"Even so, it's just copying, and no matter how well it is written, it's not my own style."

Guo pouted proudly, what he said was a little lacking in confidence, and he was directly ignored by everyone.

"The old man created his own Nine Cool Ink Splashing Techniques, I thought that I could deter Shu today, but unexpectedly this stinky boy took the limelight."

Master Nanshan's face turned blue and white for a while, and he couldn't accept this reality.

"Ji Lin's handwriting is good, but let's not learn calligraphy today, but guess who wrote the calligraphy."

As soon as Master Nanshan's words came out, everyone nodded and turned their eyes to Dong Xun'er.

"The author of this poster is ......"

Facing a scorching gaze, Dong Xun'er smiled slightly and said something that everyone was stunned by.

"The owner of this note is Mr. Xishuang."

Wow!

As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned and couldn't accept this cruel "fact".

Although there are not many people in the Republic of China, they are not few.

Although Mr. Xishuang is famous all over the world, he became famous in Buddhism.

When did Mr. Xishuang's words become so charming, and he actually compared Tan, Hu, Wu, and Yu to the four regular scripts?

"This is impossible, Mr. Xishuang once preached the "Amitabha Sutra" in the Nanputuo Temple, and the old man had the honor to be in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion in the Madhyamaka Mr. Mobao, although its font is thick, but it is by no means this majestic style." Master Nanshan scolded sharply.

"Yes, Mr. Xishuang is a great Buddha, Buddhism pays attention to self-cultivation, although Mr. Xishuang's calligraphy is a family, but it is mainly to dilute the simplicity of the wilderness, between the lines of the gentle and clear, and like the idle clouds and wild cranes ethereal dust."

"Although Mr. Ji's handwriting is good, it is magnificent, with both the style of the face and the stormy waves of Su Dongpo, which is by no means the style of a monk."

The old man in black and the old man in white nodded in agreement, both feeling that Dong Xun'er's words were a bit far-fetched and difficult to convince everyone.

"Mr. Ji, you are the only one who guessed the answer, can you tell everyone why?" Dong Xun'er smiled but didn't answer, and turned her gaze to Ji Lin.

"Please also ask the gentleman to help us and others." The two elders in black and white bowed at the same time.

"Mr. Xishuang was able to read the "Anthology" at the age of seven, and his calligraphy was full of charm, and he was called a prodigy by the people of the time. Ji Lin smiled faintly.

"Although this matter is not a true history, it is also mostly seen in the Republic of China miscellaneous talks, Mr. Xishuang can not only write twenty articles in the sea, but it is naturally not surprising that he became a poem at the age of seven."

The old man in black nodded, a little puzzled, he didn't understand which pot Ji Lin didn't open and which pot to mention.

"Mr. Xishuang was originally a child of a rich family, and at the age of fourteen, he moved south with his mother to the magic capital, entered Nanyang Public School, studied under Cai Yuanpei, and studied Western studies with Shao Lizi, Huang Yanpei, and Xie Wuliang, so I don't need to repeat this matter, right?"

As soon as Ji Lin's words came out, the old man in white nodded and praised: "Nanyang Public School was the most advanced school in the magic capital at that time, and Mr. Xishuang entered this school like a dragon entering the sea, learning advanced Western thoughts, integrating Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, and laying a solid foundation for him to become a master in the future." ”

"Since you have no objection to what I just said, then may I ask Mr. Xishuang in his youth, he is really 'pampered and not surprised, watch the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court; Go to stay unintentionally, look at the sky and the clouds roll in the realm? ”

As soon as Ji Lin's words came out, everyone was silent, and even Master Nanshan fell into deep thought.

Mr. Xishuang has a legendary life, his family background was superior in his early years, he is a typical wealthy son, under the guidance of Cai Yuanpei and other famous teachers, he is a hot-blooded young man of the Republic of China.

Such a character, the words he wrote when he was young naturally could not be light.

"Although your analysis is very reasonable, this can only show that Mr. Xishuang's words have also had majestic times."

"However, at that stage, Mr. Xishuang was only in his twenties, and his calligraphy had not yet been completed, so how could his pen be as strong as that?" Guo smirked.

"How do you think of me compared to Mr. Frost?" Ji Lin smiled faintly and disagreed.

"Although you are good, to put it mildly, you are still far from Mr. Xishuang." Guo said proudly and disdainfully.

"How does my handwriting and age compare to this calligraphy?"

"This ......"

Although Guo Deyi wanted to slap Ji Lin in the face, he had to admit that Ji Lin's handwriting was very good.

"Ji Lin's age is similar to that of Mr. Xishuang back then, and his words can still be so magnificent, do you think that Mr. Xishuang is not as good as him?" This time it was Han Yan who spoke.

"But even if Mr. Xishuang had such a penmanship when he was young, it doesn't mean that this calligraphy is the work of Mr. Xishuang, where is the evidence?"

Master Nanshan's words are heart-wrenching, and his words are straight to the point.

As soon as these words came out, everyone nodded, although Ji Lin's explanation seemed to be flawless, but he didn't say the most important point...... Where's the proof?

"I'm sorry, I don't have proof."

Ji Lin shrugged, and his tone was as indifferent as before, like a thousand-year-old monster who does not eat fireworks in the world.

In the past hundred years, Ji Lin has not had many friends in Shenzhou, most of them are concentrated in the Republic of China era, and Mr. Xishuang is one of the important friends.

……

Time goes back to the autumn of 1905, when the wind and rain were swaying in China, but the magic capital was at the peak of the bell, and it was a prosperous time.

That year, Mr. Xishuang spent a lot of money to promote words, and it was the time of life to be proud, but the death of his mother, Mrs. Wang, was like a basin of cold water on his head.

The prodigal son did not change his money, and Mr. Xishuang helped the coffin back to Tianjin, and held a funeral for his mother according to the "example of memorial services in Eastern and Western countries".

Mr. Xishuang played the piano and sang mourning songs in front of more than 400 Chinese and foreign guests, expressing his deep sorrow.

The move was seen as a "miracle" and Ta Kung Pao called it a "civilized funeral".

Mr. Xishuang lost his father at an early age, and his mother, Mrs. Wang, was also a father and mother.

Her death naturally had a huge impact on Mr. Xishuang, and even made Mr. Xishuang lose all hopes, and the seeds of becoming a monk had been planted in his heart.

During the most desperate period of Mr. Xishuang's life, Ji Lin silently accompanied him, and finally let Mr. Xishuang get out of the trough, leaving the sad place of the magic capital and going to Tokyo to study.

The pair of calligraphy in front of Ji Lin is written by Mr. Xishuang when he was studying in Tokyo, when he suddenly remembered the absurd life of the prosperous dogs and horses in the demon capital in his early years, and also felt the vicissitudes of China.

This is the "truth" and "appearance" of history, a "truth" and "appearance" that Ji Lin is destined to be unable to talk about to people.

"Since Ji Lin has no evidence, may I ask why you say that this pair of calligraphy is written by Mr. Xishuang?"

Guo Smug's cold mocking voice pulled Ji Lin back from his contemplation.

"Since the little sister dares to let this pair come out naturally, the evidence is naturally there."

Dong Xun'er smiled slightly, and the waiter carefully presented a small box of sunken wood.

When the box was opened in public, Dong Xun'er's slender hand flowed, and a slightly yellowed scroll appeared in front of everyone.

"Wearing hair and pretending to walk wildly, reckless Central Plains, crows crying at dusk, a few declining willows."

"Whoever cleans up the broken rivers and mountains, the scattered west wind is still the same, and it will cause people to be emaciated."

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"Twenty articles are shocking, after all, there is nothing to talk about!"

"Listen to the roar of the dragon at the bottom of the box. I can't sleep in the long night when the west wind blows."

"Du Qunsheng cherishes the heart and liver. Is it the motherland, endure loneliness? ”

Everyone came over to take a look, and suddenly felt that the handwriting was a little familiar, and the old man in black exclaimed:

This is Mr. Xishuang's narrative work "Golden Wisp Song" when he was studying in Tokyo, which ...... This handwriting is exactly the same as the copybook of "Sending Huang Several Copies"! ”

Hearing this, everyone carefully compared, and sure enough, they found that the handwriting of the two calligraphy was the same, without any sense of disobedience and abruptness.

The "Golden Wisp Song" is stamped with the private seal of Mr. Xishuang, and it has a certificate verified by authoritative experts.

After careful observation, several people present who have studied the history of the Republic of China have come to the conclusion that this is the authentic work of Xishuang.

"It's just that this kid's book is profound, and even the author of the script is blind, what kind of world."

Master Nanshan and Guo De looked at each other, with grief and anger in their hearts, like being slapped in the face, snapping.

"The leader of this calligraphy exchange meeting is Mr. Ji Lin, who has long enjoyed the qualification to talk with my little sister at night."

Dong Xun'er's voice rose out of thin air, and as soon as these words came out, everyone looked at Ji Lin with envy.