Cai Lun is crazy, Shen Ao is even more crazy, calligraphy and painting appreciation, who can be more proficient than Shen Ao?

Shen Ao's principle of being a man is like this, since he has already offended people, then he might as well be offended to death; Since he stepped on someone else's foot, Shen Ao didn't mind stepping on a few more feet to show respect for the enemy.

Shen Ao put away the paper fan, put the paper fan around his waist, smiled lightly, and glanced at Cai Lun with contemptuous eyes, and then said to Zhou Ruo: "Cousin, come, grind for me, and now I want to let Cai Gongzi see what real calligraphy is; Wu San'er, get another pen for me. ”

As he spoke, Shen Ao rolled up his sleeves, laid out a piece of drawing paper, glanced left and right, his eyes stopped at Zhao Ji, smiled slightly, and said to Zhao Ji: "Xianggong's calligraphy, Shen admires it, it is very rare to be able to imitate this book to such a point, and I haven't asked for the surname Gao." ”

This is called the united front, and the enemy of the enemy is his friend, so he will be drawn into the gang first to increase his momentum.

Zhao Ji also smiled slightly, and said: "The surname of the contemptible person is Wang, and the single name is an auspicious character." ”

Shen Ao nodded and said with a smile: "I also know someone with the same name as Xianggong, his name is Wang Laoji." ”

Khan, Wang Laoji hasn't drunk it for a long time, and Shen Ao misses it a little.

Zhao Ji smiled, thinking in his heart: "This person is quite interesting, but the surname Cai's calligraphy skills are not shallow, this person fights calligraphy with him, I am afraid that he must be defeated!" He sighed in his heart, and unconsciously, he was worried about Shen Ao.

Zhou Ruo was grinding ink on the side, looking at Shen Ao with interest, and thought: "He doesn't know what nonsense he is talking about, how can anyone in the world call Wang Laoji, if you want to write a book, write it quickly, it's really verbose." Although he was a little complaining, he was a little relieved to see Shen Ao's disdainful and arrogant attitude towards Cai Lun.

Wu San'er sent a pen, Shen Ao held a pen in each hand, and everyone looked at it, oh! understood, this Shen Gongzi is only afraid that he will write with his left and right hands at the same time; It is already rare to walk with the left hand, unless you are left-handed, and the average person is not used to using the left hand. But writing with both left and right hands at the same time is already challenging the limits of human beings.

It must be known that one mind cannot be used for two purposes, even if a smart person is, it will be difficult to do so.

Shen Ao smiled slightly, and his left and right hands probed into the Xuanbai paper, and everyone's hearts were also hanging, this person was too crazy, but everyone obviously liked it; Of course, Cai Lun is an exception, he stared at Shen Ao with a pair of eyes, and the paper fan in his hand forgot to shake it, but in his heart he was disdainful of Shen Ao's trickery, and thought: "Left and right at the same time, haha, I don't know if this surname Shen is crazy, it is reported that this Shen Ao's book is good, and he has been appreciated by Lord Shangshu who read the papers, but unfortunately I didn't see his first test paper; But now it seems that this person is just grandstanding. ”

Shen Ao put down the pen, and the thick ink under the pen in his left hand was first rendered on the Xuanbai paper, and then the brush in his right hand started in another line, and the pen in his left hand began to wander, and then, the word 'dance' gradually appeared.

This dance word is very common, everyone sees, it is Wang Xizhi's cursive writing, but between the lines, it is Wang Xizhi's exquisite penmanship, there is a natural nature, the style of Fengshen Gaidai, as if Wang Youjun was resurrected, not only the font is not bad, it is the pen meaning, and the style of the word is no different.

Many people gasped, you know, Shen Ao wrote it with his left hand, this word 'dance', although there is a suspicion of being a toddler in Handan, it is enough to kill all the people in the field in seconds;

Shen Ao's right hand also moved, and with a turn of his wrist, there was a 'Yin' word written, this look, but it was completely different from the dance word of Fang Cai, this Yin character did not know what font was used, plump and round, between the lines, there was a sense of elegance, and its charm was not under Wang Xi's grass.

"Good word!" Zhao Ji couldn't help but admire, he also admired Wang Xizhi very much, just watched Shen Ao copy Wang Xizhi's grass, and was secretly surprised in his heart, he was confident that if he played his best, he could also do Shen Ao's point, after all, Wang Xizhi's font, he didn't know how many times he had practiced; But Shen Ao uses his left hand, and he uses both hearts and minds, and his calligraphy alone is far beyond his own.

Look at the word 'Yin' on the right, I can't help but sigh, this font has never been seen before, but in the line of calligraphy, it seems to absorb the style of the famous calligraphers of the past dynasties.

"Could it be that he created this font?" Zhao Ji was amazed in his heart.

Shen Ao's left and right hands continued to dance, in a sound of admiration, he seemed very focused, the second word of his left hand, the way of writing was different from before, everyone recognized Wang Xizhi's font, but the grass became a subordinate style, and the style was very different; Among the people who admire, everyone has imitated Wang Xizhi's calligraphy, and when they look at it, they all feel ashamed, and they are also copying, but compared to the young man in front of him, he is really ashamed.

What's more novel is the font under the pen of the right hand, the second word is also different from the first word, not only different, but the style is very different, but this font, but it has never been seen, if the word in the right hand is an elegant style, then now this font is completely used in a meticulous and delicate style, looking at its book, there is a strong sense of heaviness.

Where in the world is there a calligraphy that is so different in style, and it has never been seen before, could it be that these two fonts were all created by this young man? Such an impact made almost everyone hold their breath.

Cai Lun's face was already pale at the moment, only from the first one, Shen Ao's book was far superior to his own, and then looking at Shen Ao continuing to write, his previous book was almost not worth mentioning; His mind suddenly buzzed, and he thought in despair: "He is just a distant relative of the Duke of Qiguo, what is it, this son's famous family actually lost to him, this ...... This ......"

He didn't dare to think about it anymore, he almost froze, and wanted to turn around and leave immediately, but when he saw the line of books, he couldn't help but want to continue to observe, such a good word, such a font, it was really unprecedented, Cai Lun's feet couldn't move.

Zhou Ruo grinded, she only knew a little about Xingshu, and after reading Shen Ao's words, she only felt very comfortable; Some of the words are bold, some are strict and delicate, and some are elegant and light, but I think they are much better looking than Cai Lun. I thought to myself: "This guy is really weird, he looks like he is bohemian, but he can write so many styles of words." Then he thought: "He and Cai Lun turned against each other, isn't it because of ......" Thinking of this, Zhou Ruo's pretty face turned red, but fortunately, everyone around turned their attention to Shen Ao's calligraphy, and no one noticed.

Seeing these people immersed in Shen Ao's calligraphy, one by one, Zhou Ruo seemed to have a little sense of pride, which was very strange, as if she was also being noticed; I sighed in my heart, and thought angrily: "What am I proud of, what does he have to do with me when he writes his words, hum, who is rare?" ”

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