Fang Tianfeng and Nie Xiaodemon entered the study, and more than a dozen old people who were sitting or standing looked at each other.

Everyone looked at Fang Tianfeng first, and they all secretly said that he was a young man with bright eyes and a lofty spirit, and then looked at Qiao Ting beside Fang Tianfeng, and suddenly felt that all the light in the room was covered by this woman.

Mr. Wang Yuanze came over with a smile and said, "Who is this girl?" I haven't seen it when I went to your house. ”

"My girlfriend, Qiao Ting, hello old gentlemen." Fang Tianfeng said politely.

I saw an old man sitting behind the desk with a gentle gaze and a smile: "You are the little book saint?" ”

Fang Tianfeng looked at this old man, just a few years ago, he was a frequent guest on TV, even if an important person dies now, there will inevitably be a wreath with his name in the news, even if Admiral Gao is now the second in the military, his name will not appear.

Even if Wang Yuanze's senior brother is the current patriarch, he feels honored to be here.

Fang Tianfeng smiled and said, "Fang Tianfeng, he is not a little book saint. Don't listen to Wang Lao's nonsense, he is unreliable, and in order to deceive me into writing for him, he can make up anything. ”

Many old people laughed, and a few old people looked at Wang Yuanze narrowly.

Wang Yuanze immediately blew his beard and glared, and said, "Am I like that kind of person?" Actions speak louder than words! Come here, write a pair of words now, and let them see my old king's eyes!" Fang Lao, look good! ”

Fang Lao stood up with a smile and said, "There are ready-made brushes and inks on the table, you come by yourself, I not only have to see your words, but also Lao Wang's eyes." ”

Wang Yuanze pretended to be nervous and said: "Old Fang, don't grab this character, give it to me." ”

Fang Lao smiled and said: "If the writing is not good, I will give it to you, if the writing is good, I will definitely stay!" Use my pen and ink my paper, are you embarrassed to grab the good words that come out? ”

The old men laughed in unison again.

Fang Tianfeng had no stage fright, looked around at everyone and said, "That junior will be ugly." After speaking, he walked to the desk generously.

Many old people nodded lightly, and this bearing alone was more than a step stronger than the group of people outside who cowered when they saw Fang Lao.

Fang Lao's desk is specially used for practicing calligraphy, and at this moment there is a calligraphy wool felt in the middle of the table, and writing on rice paper can prevent the ink from seeping and spreading.

There are also three pen holders, four inkstones and three-party paperweights on the table, as well as a white jade sheep-shaped pen wash.

This table is huge, so there is no mess with so many things, and there is talent everywhere.

Especially the white jade sheep-shaped brush wash, the talent is the most sufficient, and the talent breath Fang Tianfeng has seen, and the breath of Yu Youren's work is exactly the same.

Yu Youren is not simple, not only one of the four masters of calligraphy in the Republic of China, proficient in calligraphy and cursive, known as the contemporary grass saint, and even the founder of Fudan University, Haicheng University and many other universities, and served as the president of the Supervision Yuan of the Republic of China.

Fang Tianfeng smiled and said: "Fang Lao is full of treasures here, even the pen wash of the old man Taiping. ”

The people present are all famous French painters, and it is impossible to learn Chinese painting without practicing calligraphy, and these people all know the old man Taiping.

Wang Yuanze said in surprise: "Xiao Fang, your level of appreciation has risen." I've been here several times, but I didn't recognize that this was Master Yu Youren's brushstroke, how did you recognize it? Fang Lao, is this really Master Yu Youren's? ”

Fang Lao nodded with a smile and said, "It is worthy of the third division of Fang." ”

Fang Tianfeng was stunned for a moment and asked, "Who gave me a nickname?" What do you mean? ”

"Taoist master, collection master, plus calligraphy master, what is not Fang Sanshi?" Fang Lao said with a smile.

Fang Tianfeng smiled bitterly: "I don't know who looks at me unpleasantly, I have to kill me to be willing, I am just a writer, how tiring it is to be a master or something, I am really not rare." ”

The old people think that this young man is interesting to speak, but it makes sense, these people are all masters, and they all know that they are tired.

Wang Yuanze said angrily: "If you get cheap and sell well, if I am called a master at your age, my tail can reach the sky!" Don't talk nonsense, others have already seen your calligraphy, now write a regular script and take a look. ”

Fang Lao seemed to glance at Wang Yuanze inadvertently, and Wang Yuanze only stared at Fang Tianfeng.

Fang Tianfeng's heart moved, he was obviously famous for his calligraphy, but Wang Yuanze asked him to write regular script, naturally he had ulterior motives.

The regular script is mellow and upright, and the line of writing is very different from the surname.

Fang Tianfeng nodded and looked at the four ink inkstones.

Except for a piece of ink inkstone is very ordinary, the other three pieces of ink inkstone have talent, one of the ink inkstones is enough to be as thick as a little thumb, but this talent is too agile and suitable for writing books. On the other hand, although the ink inkstone is only thick with chopsticks, it is as powerful as the water of the Yangtze River, dignified and upright, and can be called the royal talent.

Fang Tianfeng's hand rested on top of the latter.

There was no reaction from others, but the expressions of Fang Lao and the life secretary beside him had subtle changes.

Fang Tianfeng smiled and said: "Old Fang, I love this Fang Mo inkstone, I don't know if I can borrow it?" ”

Fang Lao nodded.

After Fang Tianfeng studied the ink, he looked for a brush in the pen holder, and finally chose a Chinese wolf pen.

A number of elderly people gathered around.

Fang Tianfeng dipped the pen in ink, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and then the talented pen in his body entered the brush in Fang Tianfeng's hand, Fang Tianfeng's wrist moved slightly, and the dignified talent in the square ink inkstone was sucked into the brush.

"It's ugly."

After Fang Tianfeng finished speaking, he wrote down four words.

Seize every moment.

Everyone was stunned, they thought that Fang Tianfeng would write some kind words, what idle clouds and wild cranes, what indifferent Mingzhi and the like, but they didn't expect it to be these four words.

Wang Yuanze immediately smiled: "The wolf is as sharp as a knife, and the words are sharp." Good words, young people, always have some sharpness, if you write anything humble and like, we don't believe it. You get out of the way and let Fang Lao take a look. ”

Fang Tianfeng stepped aside, and Fang Lao walked to the middle of the desk.

Fang Lao stared at the words for a long time, and sighed lightly: "I can't believe that a young man can write such good words, the most unbelievable thing is that writing a book is like a saint, delicate and timeless, but writing regular script is so dignified, but the words are like a sword." Well, young people should seize the day, even us old guys, we should seize the day! ”

Fang Lao almost said that he was tired of listening to those words.

As soon as these words came out, several old people looked embarrassed, because the calligraphy and paintings they sent to the old man were similar to the old man and the pine crane to prolong his life, and so on.

Many people secretly envied Fang Tianfeng's good luck, but they didn't expect him to deliberately go the opposite way and be praised.

Many masters came to watch, and most of them were deeply shocked except for a few who were silent.

"The bones are strong and strong, and the essence of the willow body is deep."

"This word, at least forty years of fire."

"His book was originally called everyone, and as soon as this regular script came out, it really compared those young people. This sharp edge made me feel like giving up my pen. ”

Many old people observed Fang Tianfeng many times, and they couldn't believe that a young man could write such a good hand.

Because calligraphy is not a matter of people, but requires years of training to improve step by step, and it is impossible to have real achievements without practicing hard for many years.

But Fang Tianfeng subverted this rule a little, and wrote such good words at such a young age.

Many old people even dare not say the same sentence, that is, Fang Tianfeng's words are even better than theirs, especially in terms of font structure and overall layout, which obviously far surpasses everyone and reaches a flawless realm.

Fang Lao also put Fang Tianfeng's calligraphy "Fushou Shuangquan" on the table, and said, "Look at what these two characters have in common. ”

Many old people took turns to look at the front of the characters, they were all calligraphers, and soon they had a unified opinion.

"The biggest thing in common is that the layout of these two characters is the pinnacle, and there is a feeling that the words and the paper are one and the same."

Fang Lao said with a smile: "At that time, when I looked at this 'Fushou Shuangquan', I almost fell into a demon, because the structure of this painting is so perfect. Later, I asked Xiao Duan to measure, and guess what I found? ”

Everyone looked at Fang Lao curiously.

Fang Lao glanced at Fang Tianfeng, a little envious and a little appreciative, and said: "His words are completely located on the central axis of this page, which is called a beautiful symmetry. And his newly written regular script is the same, a small paragraph, you measure it with a ruler. Now that the handwriting is not dry, you don't have to measure anything else, just measure the distance between the word 'only' and the upper end of the page and the word 'Xi' and the lower end of the paper. ”

"Yes." Secretary Duan quickly found a ruler and measured it carefully, and the distance between the upper and lower characters and the upper and lower paragraphs of the paper page was equal.

Fang Tianfeng didn't expect it to be like this, because in the eyes of a cultivator like him, this kind of layout couldn't be simpler, but for normal people, this is talent.

Fang Lao continued to praise and said: "Lao Wang has always praised Fang Tianfeng as a genius, I didn't believe it, but when I saw his words with my own eyes today, I realized that he is indeed a genius." His glyphs are absolutely flawless, and the meaning of the words jumps out of the paper and comes to his face, and he deserves the title of Little Book Saint. This word is better than what I wrote. ”

Wang Yuanze sighed lightly and said, "It's also better than what I wrote." ”

The others were silent.

Fang Lao's highest achievement is in the political circles, Wang Yuanze even thinks that he is the head of the collection, and admits that it is no problem that the words are not as good as Fang Tianfeng, but most of the others rely on calligraphy to eat, even if they know that their words are not as good as Fang Tianfeng, they will never say it, even if it is to shoot Fang Lao's fart, they can't say it.

Fang Tianfeng smiled helplessly: "You two, don't kill me, my character is obviously too immature, lacking in thickness, far inferior to the calligraphy everyone present, and the background is a little worse." ”

Everyone knew that Fang Tianfeng was humble and had a good impression of him.

How do you know that Fang Lao snorted lightly and said dissatisfiedly: "Good is good, it has nothing to do with age." It's good to be heavy, but it's not good to be sharp? If you write at a young age and write in an old-fashioned manner, I don't like to read it! ”

"That's what Fang Lao said." The crowd chimed in.

Fang Tianfeng was speechless, he didn't expect Fang Lao to be so radical in calligraphy, but after thinking about it, he quickly understood that Fang Lao had been an official all his life, had spoken official words all his life, and had been preventing himself from talking nonsense all his life.

Fang Tianfeng immediately smiled and said, "What Elder Fang taught me is that you should simply write a plaque of a small book saint, and I will hang it on my chest." ”