Lu Taigong's eyes were wide open, and his face was full of greed and disbelief. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

His dark and bright pupils were like crystals refracting distorted words.

One World, One Dream ...

All right!

Just kidding.

Longevity!

On the flat scroll are written a number of different styles of longevity.

Counting them carefully, no more, no less, exactly a hundred.

"It's!"

"Baishou Tu!"

Mrs. Lu looked at it with a shocked face and asked in disbelief.

"Not bad!"

"It's Baishou Tu!"

"It is written in a hundred fonts, one longevity, representing one year, wishing Lu Weng a long life and a hundred years old. ”

Situ Xing smiled slightly and said sincerely.

"Good!"

"Good!"

"Good!"

Lu Taigong's body leaned forward, and the whole person was lying on the table, carefully looking at the different fonts, but there was a hundred longevity pictures with indescribable magic, the whole person seemed to be demented, and his mouth seemed to open unconsciously, and he kept whispering and secretly applauding.

Good!

It's just great!

Not only was Lu Taigong deeply attracted by this character, but even Hu Yudao and others could no longer leave after their eyes.

This painting seems to have an indescribable magic, as long as anyone who has seen it, will be deeply shocked by him.

"Cursive!"

"Regular script!"

"Seal Book!"

"Zhong Dingwen!"

"Oracle!"

"Hieroglyphs!"

"Asuka Wen!"

。。。

One by one, the fonts are recognized, but there are still most fonts, which people have never seen before.

But this does not prevent everyone from respecting the sentence.

Yes!

It's reverence!

Birthday celebrations are written in a hundred very different fonts.

They couldn't have imagined it before, but today, this seemingly impossible thing has become a reality.

This is a very remarkable feat.

Regardless of his status and status, based on today's events alone, Situ deserves everyone's respect.

Thinking of this, everyone cast a respectful gaze at Situ Xing.

Situ Xing sat there with a dispensable smile on his face, quietly feeling the reverence in everyone's eyes.

Cursive!

Walk!

Regular script!

Zhong Dingwen!

Birds and beasts!

Hieroglyphs!

。。。

There are a hundred kinds of scripts, including several popular scripts of Daqian, several scripts from other regions, pre-Qin scripts such as seal script, and hieroglyphs from the ancient barbarian period.

Each of these texts has a unique charm, and a hundred of them are combined to form an impact no less than an eight-magnitude earthquake, or the roar of the sea.

Don't say it's them.

Even when Situ Xing was first written, he was taken by this rushing momentum, and he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

"A hundred words!"

Xiao Man stuck out his tongue and looked at Lu Pheasant with a shocked face.

Lu Pheasant's expression was the same, and his eyes showed an incredulous and incredible look.

It's a miracle!

It's a holy miracle!

"This Mr. Situ is really too strong!"

"It's not like it's human. ”

"Could it be that he is also the reincarnation of an ancient sage?"

"Great!"

"Great!"

"Great!"

Lu Taigong's eyes slowly brightened, and he waved his arms to the sky like a child.

"Great!"

"Great!"

"Great!"

Hu Yudao and the others also slowly came to their senses, looking at Baishoutu with some reluctance, and even more envious at Mrs. Lu.

This painting is so precious.

A hundred very different fonts.

In it, there is also Situ Xing's understanding of calligraphy.

Observing day and night is bound to be rewarding, and it would be great if you enlightened your children and grandchildren.

It's a pity that this painting was not given to me.

Li Chengze looked at the majestic Baishou Diagram that was as majestic as a mountain and as vast as the sea, and his body suddenly seemed to be struck by lightning. It was as if someone had punched him in the chest.

The body couldn't help but take two steps back, and there was an indescribable dullness in the heart.

How is this possible?

How could there be such a wicked person in the world?

How could he possibly know so many fonts, how could he write so many glyphs?

Fake!

It must be fake!

Thinking of this, Li Chengze seemed to have caught something, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he said with some mockery:

"If you say a hundred fonts, that's a hundred fonts?"

"Nobody has ever seen it. ”

"Feel free to doodle, you can also say it's a new font!"

Li Chengze's words were very sharp, like cold water pouring down, and the atmosphere that was very blazing just now suddenly became solemn.

Hu Yudao, Bai Zizai, Lu Taigong and the others' eyes couldn't help shrinking, and they all looked at him angrily and cast warning looks.

But a trace of doubt inevitably rose in his heart.

Although Li Chengze's words sound a little vexatious, they are not unreasonable when you think about it carefully.

As he said, there is no study of many font glyphs in antiquity and medieval.

Even if Situ was really scribbling, he couldn't identify it.

"Huh!"

Situ Xing looked around and saw the hidden suspicion in everyone's eyes, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up, and his face showed a hint of mockery.

After a while, he said quietly.

"The world says that Li Gongzi is the Yushu of the Li family, and he is the first son of Zhibei County. ”

"It's better to be famous than to meet!"

"It's really a golden jade!"

Li Chengze went over and over three or four times to find trouble with Situ, even if it was a clay man, he was a little angry.

Therefore, Situ Xing did not tolerate it, but directly ridiculed.

"You!"

Li Chengze looked at Situ Xing's mocking look, and his face couldn't help but turn blue. But Situ didn't give him a chance to quibble, looked around, and saw that everyone's eyes fell on him, so he said lightly:

"The way of calligraphy is broad and profound!"

"There are cursive scripts, there are seal scripts, there are line scripts, there are regular scripts, there are oracle bone scripts, there are Zhong Ding scripts, and so on, but no matter what kind of script. ”

"There are three realms!"

"Which three?"

When Mrs. Lu heard Situ's high remarks, he was like a primary school student, and couldn't help but ask. Although the others didn't ask, their eyes also showed longing.

"Painted skin!"

"Draw bones!"

"Draw hearts!"

Situ Xing nodded lightly and said solemnly.

"Those who paint skin only have fur, horizontal and vertical, compact structure, but they are full of ingenuity and have no connotation. ”

"Most of today's writers are in this realm!"

"The font is beautiful, but there is no soul!"

Situ's words were very clear, and the people around him heard them clearly.

Lu Taigong and the others couldn't help nodding lightly, most of the people now are like this.

Don't ask for a solution!

There is no perseverance, and it is far from the ancients.

In order to practice calligraphy, the sage Wang Xizhi blackened the pond with ink.

In order to practice calligraphy, the grass saint Zhang Xu wrote bald brushes to form a mountain of pens.

And nowadays, people are greedy for pleasure and can't do hard work.

As Situ Xing said, most of them stay in the first level of the realm of calligraphy.

"What about the second realm?"

After Mrs. Lu nodded secretly, she asked with some curiosity.

"The second level of realm is to paint bones!"

"Bone is the essence of the gods, that is, the spirit, to this realm of people, the words written are no longer rigid, but have the essence of the gods, with the agility. ”

"Such a person has left the craftsman and become a family!"

"As long as you sharpen it, you will definitely be able to become a famous calligrapher in the future!"

"I see!"

Lu Taigong nodded again, what Situ Xing said made sense.

However, such people are not often seen in Daqian. As far as Zhibei County is concerned, there are only a few hands that can reach the second realm.

"That's right!"

"That's right!"

The other heads of the family exchanged glances and nodded to each other in agreement.

"The third level of the realm is the painting of the heart!"

"There is a way to paint the skin and bones, but it is difficult to draw the heart. ”

"It's the hardest thing to draw a heart!"

"It's hard to draw the heart, it's hard to go to the sky. ”

"If you say that the way of drawing bones, as long as you are diligent in practice and persevering, it may be ten years or decades, and you will eventually have a chance to achieve it. ”

"But that's not the case with the heart!"

"He needs to have a special understanding of calligraphy in order to form his own unique calligraphy!"

"Only in this way can we finally reach the realm of painting hearts!"

"Such people are rare. Some people are rare to see in their lifetime!"

"This!"

"This!"

"This!"

Whether it was Lu Taigong, Hu Yudao, or Bai Zizi and others, their eyes were wide open, and their faces were shocked.

They were really shocked!

No one would have thought that such a great knowledge would be contained in a small text.

Paint the skin!

Draw bones!

Draw hearts!

These few simple words let them see the path of the book.

"It's a pity that the old man is from a rough background. ”

"If I had been able to persevere, maybe today ... ”

Hu Yudao's eyes were blurred, as if he recalled the scene of practicing calligraphy under the supervision of his parents when he was a child.

If it weren't for the poverty of his family and the sudden change, maybe he wouldn't have become a butcher, but maybe he would have become a scholar.

Several others were also touched.

There is a painful look of memory in the eyes, but as the poem says:

"If you don't work hard, the boss will be sad!"

No matter how much I think about it now, it's too late!

It can only be hoped that future generations will compete to make up for the shortcomings of their youth.

Thinking of this, a person's eyes suddenly lit up, like a hungry wolf, staring directly at the Baishou diagram in Lu Taigong's hand.

I can't wait to scramble for it.

Lu Taigong's body couldn't help stagnating, and his muscles contracted instinctively, like a hen guarding a chick, protecting Baishoutu behind him.

He had a gut feeling.

For the sake of this picture of longevity, these family heads can really be shameless.

Hu Yudao looked at Lu Taigong's guarded look, and couldn't help but feel a secret pity in his heart.

Lu Taigong's intuition was not wrong, he did have the intention of snatching just now, and it was a big deal to give the Lu family some compensation in the future, even if he gave more, it didn't matter.

After all, compared to talent, money is something outside the body.

He was so thoughtful, why weren't the other heads of the family like this?

"You have said so much, but you haven't said yet, how do you prove the authenticity of the font?"

Li Chengze looked at the heads of the family who looked like evil wolves, forcibly endured the suffocation in his chest, and asked loudly as if he was unreasonable.

"Humph!"

"The truth is stupid!"

Situ Xing glanced at Li Chengze, who had a strange face and red eyes, like a gambler who had lost everything, and his eyes couldn't help but show a trace of disdain.