Framed several times, nothing appeared, Chen Yi looked at this calligraphy, and couldn't help but sigh secretly, which means that his previous guess was wrong, this is not like the landscape painting of Dong Qichang, hidden in an inferior painting.

The material of this calligraphy work, in his opinion, has some traces of the Tang Dynasty, and also has the characteristics of the previous Tang Dynasty, but it may also be that the materials collected by others in the previous dynasty were written in the Tang Dynasty.

Even now, it is possible to find some rice paper from the Republic of China or the Qing Dynasty, although there is no ink on these rice papers, but its value is much higher than ordinary rice paper.

It is a pity that this calligraphy work, which has reached the Tang Dynasty at least, has nothing hidden in it, and can only be used for research, not as a thing for appreciation and learning.

"Chen boy, do you still want to borrow this calligraphy to go out, you must know that when Lao Dao came to Xuanmiao Pavilion at the beginning of the year, he also studied it for a long time, and finally found nothing." Wuzhen Dao Chang patted the table and asked Chen Yi.

Chen Yi thought about it, but nodded, even if there is nothing hidden in this calligraphy, but it itself is very strange, but he can feel from above that it seems to be Wang Xizhi's psychological activities, so this calligraphy is worth his study, "Dao Chang, this calligraphy is the least Tang Dynasty thing, can I lend it, although the calligraphy on this is not charming, but its handwriting and shape are very similar to the Huang Tingjing handed down by Wang Xizhi, but it can be studied." ”

"If you change it to other things from the Tang Dynasty, you won't let people lend it lightly, but this calligraphy. Since you want to study. Let's take it and study it. Just remember not to waste too much energy on it. Daoist Wuzhen did not refuse, but just instructed Chen Yi.

"Thank you, thank you, I will treat this calligraphy well." Chen Yi hugged his hands and expressed his gratitude to the enlightened Taoist.

Even if this calligraphy is not artistic, it is also a very precious thing, and its silk copy is very well preserved. Even if it is not as good as a Song version of the book, four or five hundred thousand is no problem.

"Haha, what Lao Dao cares about is not what you do with this calligraphy, but the time you make tea next time." Wu Zhendao laughed, handed the three registered things into Chen Yi's hands, and then patted him on the shoulder.

"Dao Chief, don't worry, every time I make tea, I will definitely call you." Chen Yi smiled helplessly, and sure enough, he was a tea lover. This old man's nose is as smart as a monkey, do you dare not inform him? Even the slightest smell wafting out of the room can be smelled, if he doesn't call him next time he makes tea, it is estimated that he will not be able to give a good face when he enters this Xuanmiao Pavilion again.

Wuzhen Dao Chang smiled with satisfaction, patted Chen Yi's shoulder again, and when he saw the pain on Chen Yi's face, he immediately looked at his hand, "You kid, I don't have any strength at all, what are you doing with your grin, look at your small body, you are as thin as a monkey, and you will practice Tai Chi every day in the future." ”

"Dao Chief, you don't have the strength, I can't stand this strength, your old man is a person who dares to jump off the cliff, I am thousands of miles away from you." Chen Yi couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, I was able to follow it just now, and this time I was really happy for a while, but I used a little more power.

With his physical element, which is not even comparable to ordinary Taoist priests in Taoism, it is simply incomparable to this ancestor who is like a master of enlightenment.

"What is the cliff jumping, the old way was even ...... back then No, this doesn't sound right, you kid is scolding me, hey, you kid, don't run, come back to the old way. ”

Wuzhen Dao Chang couldn't help but feel a little complacent, but he suddenly reacted, and immediately turned his head and was about to question Chen Yi, but there was no longer Chen Yi's figure in his sight, and he looked towards the passage, this kid was holding something and was running towards the passage.

"This kid, the old way won't eat him again." Seeing Chen Yi like this, Daoist Wuzhen didn't chase after him, just shook his head and smiled, in the entire Sanqing Temple, people who dared to joke with him didn't even have a slap.

Chen Yi ran to the door of the Xuanmiao Pavilion in one breath, and only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, although he guessed in his heart that this Enlightened True Dao Master would not chase him out, and he was as knowledgeable as a junior, but who knew if this old Dao would enter a state of madness.

Looking at the books in his hand and the calligraphy, he smiled and slowly walked towards his residence.

He was going to study this calligraphy in his spare time, after all, he didn't dig up the huge treasure of the Xuan Miao Pavilion, but instead spent time on this strange and clueless calligraphy, it was a huge waste.

Back at the residence, Chen Yi saw He Wenzhi standing outside the room, looking at the mountains in the distance, his face was full of memories, but in his eyes, full of pain.

The past is sweet, but if the main character in this sweet memory is no longer alive, then, in this memory, there will inevitably be some pain, not to mention, He Wenzhi's wife Qin Xiaowan accidentally fell off a cliff next to He Wenzhi, if it were him, I am afraid he would not forgive himself.

It's just that now He Wenzhi dares to remember and face, this is a huge progress, and over time, he will definitely come out of the pain of the past.

Seeing this scene, Chen Yi did not greet He Wenzhi, but went straight to his residence, in this case, He Wenzhi only needed quiet, not comfort and sympathy.

"Xiaoyi, you came back from Xuanmiao Pavilion, what did you borrow?" At this time, hearing movement nearby, He Wenzhi came back to his senses, hid the pain on his face, and after seeing Chen Yi, he couldn't help asking.

Chen Yi smiled, turned his head to He Wenzhi's side, and showed him the few things he had selected.

"Oh, there is also a painting and calligraphy, Xiaoyi, which famous artist's work is this." Seeing the scroll in Chen Yi's hand, He Wenzhi couldn't help but ask with some curiosity.

"Brother He, this is not a famous master's work, but a calligraphy that I don't know the author, the calligraphy is Wang Xizhi's Huang Tingjing, but the words have their shape, but there is no charm, it looks like it is depicted." Hearing He Wenzhi's words, Chen Yi shook his head and smiled.

If this can also be regarded as a name, then everyone can jump into the river for calligraphy in the past dynasties.

"Trace, look at the color of this silk, it should also be an ancient thing, it is really strange to do such a thing on such an expensive silk, can I take a look." He Wenzhi showed a strange look on his face, and then said.

Chen Yi nodded without hesitation, "Brother He, then let's go to the house and take a look." ”

After that, he and He Wenzhi went to the room, cleaned up the table, and slowly unfolded the calligraphy on the table.

He Wenzhi glanced at the silk book a few times, and then shook his head, "Sure enough, it is a work of depiction and molding, tangible and godless, like a walking corpse, it is simply a waste to write on such a silk." ”

Every word written by a famous calligrapher makes people seem to have almost a life, but the words in front of them are not at all lifeless, which is the result of too much tracing and no copying.

"Xiaoyi, I don't know what you are doing with this calligraphy, if you copy it, you can take some famous works." He Wenzhi looked at this calligraphy and asked Chen Yi strangely, he really had no interest in looking at this calligraphy.

"Although there is no charm in this calligraphy, its font is very similar to the Huang Tingjing that has been handed down, and I want to study the font, which is a good choice." Chen Yi pointed to the calligraphy and said with a smile, what he wanted to study was this font, why did he have those strange feelings when he used the copying technique to copy.

He Wenzhi looked at the calligraphy seriously, and nodded slowly, "Well, its font is very similar to some copies of Huang Tingjing, I have nothing to do, but I can study it, Xiaoyi, it's almost time to eat, put things in the house, and then go to the dining hall with me." ”

Chen Yi nodded yes, put away the calligraphy, and walked out of He Wenzhi's room, this calligraphy has no charm, it is really not valued.

After putting a few books and calligraphy on the desk, Chen Yi went out, this is the advantage of being in Taoist temples and other places, and some things don't have to worry about the danger of being lost.

The chef of the dining hall is also a Taoist priest of Sanqingguan, and it seems that the level is not bad, at least the dishes of three meals a day are not repeated, and after eating, Chen Yi and He Wenzhi returned to their respective rooms.

After Chen Yi returned to the room, he first unfolded the calligraphy, and then put a piece of rice paper underneath, preparing to use the copying technique again to see if he could perceive that strange thing again.

After all, he had only copied a small part of the Huang Tingjing with his fingers in the Xuanmiao Pavilion before, and he did not finish copying the entire 1,200-character Huang Tingjing.

After getting ready, Chen Yi picked up the pen, looked at the calligraphy in front of him, and used the primary copying technique again, and in an instant, those vague feelings in his mind resurfaced.

Chen Yi closed his eyes and felt for a while, then slowly opened his eyes, looked at the calligraphy above, and began to copy himself.

Copying on the paper, the perception obtained by using his fingers as a pen in the air was clearer, and he felt some of the original author's thoughts, and also felt a kind of suppression, as if the original author was trying his best to suppress his thoughts and write on silk.

As he deepened his copying, he once again felt that kind of joy, and there were also some brushstrokes that were completely different from the handwriting of this calligraphy work.

In the midst of these feelings, Chen Yi tried his best to control the pen in his hand, and finally finished writing the last sentence, which was written on May 24, the twelfth year of Yonghe, in Wushanyin County.

After writing, Chen Yi took a few steps back, and when he looked at his calligraphy carefully, his face showed a deep sense of surprise. (To be continued......)

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