The night was gloomy, and in a courtyard on the outskirts of the city, Su Xingyue was wandering outside Su Qinghe's room, holding a painting in her hand, which was the eight words that Dan Xuan wrote on the Sunset Restaurant that day.

Su Xingyue was a little hesitant, she originally planned to take out these words in front of thousands of students, so that everyone could take a good look at what Dan Xuan was writing, and let him lose his face, and see if he dared to judge his grandfather Su Qinghe's works at will in the future!

However, when Su Qingyue suddenly heard that Dan Xuan was the author of the divine comedy "Pity", I don't know why, Su Xingyue suddenly felt that she didn't hate Dan Xuan so much, and of course she didn't like it, but for the sake of "Pity", Su Qingyue chose not to expose him.

But now that she calmed down, Su Qingyue was still a little restless, she always felt that Dan Xuan might mislead people's children, as far as her calligraphy could draw circles, if she really taught the students badly, wouldn't it ruin the reputation of the academy.

I have to say that many celebrities have inherited the genes of celebrities' integrity, Su Xingyue is such a girl, kind and upright, she will never allow Dan Xuan to teach the students that her grandfather worked so hard to teach.

But I don't know why, Su Xingyue looked at these circles drawn by Dan Xuan, and always felt that it didn't seem to be so simple, she was also afraid that she had wronged Dan Xuan, and she was afraid that her calligraphy realm was not enough, and she couldn't see the depth of these words.

Therefore, Su Xingyue thought of showing this painting to Su Qinghe, so that her grandfather could praise and judge, and she could also think of countermeasures.

Su Xingyue flickered in the candlelight in Su Qinghe's room, knowing that her grandfather had not slept yet, so she knocked on the door.

"Grandpa, are you there, I'm Yue'er!" asked Su Xingyue tentatively.

There was a hoarse "Come in" from the room, Su Xingyue gently pushed open the door, and Su Qinghe was looking through an ancient book by candlelight in front of the table, looking very focused.

Su Xingyue sat down opposite Su Qinghe, glanced at the ancient book in Su Qinghe's hand, and saw that the book was very old and dilapidated, the cover was dim, and the words "Caigen Tan" could be vaguely distinguished on it.

"Caigen Tan ......" Su Xingyue muttered again, and finally remembered that this book was a famous literary master on the mainland five thousand years ago, Li Wei's representative work, it is said that this book once changed the flashy and untruthful style that prevailed at that time, and it can be said to be a strange book that changed an era.

Su Qinghe finally reluctantly closed the ancient book in his hand, shook his head and said with a smile: "This Danxuan is really an appetite for the old man, he can even find such a book, what a good boy, the son can be taught!"

Su Xingyue frowned when she heard this, and asked, "Grandpa, this 'Caigen Tan' was given by the person surnamed Dan?"

Su Qinghe put the book aside, looked up at Su Xingyue, and replied, "What, you don't like him?"

Su Xingyue was shocked when she heard this, there was a trace of panic on her pretty face, she glanced at Su Qinghe angrily, and said, "Grandpa, you are all old, what nonsense, I have nothing to do with it, I annoy him to death!"

Su Qinghe was not surprised when he heard this, the corners of his lips curled, and he said: "Yue'er, that kid surnamed Dan is a real genius, you really don't like it!"

"Grandpa!" Su Xingyue stared at Su Qinghe with a coquettish expression.

"Okay, grandpa, don't tease you......" Su Qinghe looked at his granddaughter with a flushed face, and said, "Yue'er, do you have anything to do with grandpa?"

Su Xingyue woke up, hesitated, and finally took out the painting from behind her, handed it to Su Qinghe, and said: "Grandpa, this was written by a friend of mine, I feel that he is scribbling circles, grandpa, you are proficient in ancient calligraphy, you can help me see, what is this thing he wrote?"

Su Qinghe heard that it was written by Su Xingyue's friend, but he didn't pay much attention to it in his heart, and then Su Xinghe just spread out one end of the rice paper, revealing the word "mountain" in Xuanwen, Su Qinghe's face changed drastically, and the movements in his hands suddenly became cautious.

Su Qinghe threw aside the "Caigen Tan" that he loved before, and then Su Qinghe slowly straightened up, and then he was ready to slowly spread the words on the table.

The change in Su Qinghe's expression was seen by Su Xingyue, it was the first time she saw her grandfather look at a word so solemnly, and she couldn't help but be surprised in her heart, didn't he draw these circles randomly?

Su Qinghe slowly unfolded the word, and as the word slowly unfolded, Su Qinghe's expression became more and more solemn, as if he was looking at a master's name.

The text panel unfolded, and the twelve large characters of Xuanwen slowly appeared.

"The mountains are high and the waters are long, the objects are like tens of millions, if there is no old pen, the green can be poor!"

"Good words, good calligraphy!" After Su Qinghe saw these twelve characters clearly, he felt the awe-inspiring atmosphere that came out of the words, which made Su Qinghe couldn't help but stir in his chest, and a sense of heroism arose spontaneously from his chest!

Su Xingyue looked at her grandfather's obviously overly excited expression, and was even more sure in her heart that these circles drawn by Dan Xuan were really not drawn randomly, but high-level works that she couldn't understand at all!

"Grandpa, are these words very powerful?" asked Su Xingyue tentatively in a low voice.

However, Su Qinghe was obviously a little excited, looking crazy, his old face was full of incredulity, and he exclaimed: "It's really amazing! To be able to write such a majestic style of mysterious Xuanwen is really a work of gods! It's so rare, it's really rare!"

"Xuanwen ......" Su Xingyue repeated in a low voice, and finally understood why he couldn't understand these words, and he also understood why his grandfather was so excited after seeing these twelve words, it turned out that these twelve characters were the king font of the calligraphy world, Xuanwen!

Su Xingyue has been influenced by Su Qinghe since she was a child, and she is also quite familiar with the development of the history of calligraphy, she knows that Xuanwen is a mysterious and powerful text, which has been lost for thousands of years, however, many calligraphers have a persistent enthusiasm for this kind of writing, and want to restore those majestic trajectories from the fragmented clues.

However, Su Xingyue didn't expect that the twelve words written by Dan Xuan turned out to be the legendary Xuanwen!

Su Xingyue was shocked, but Su Qinghe was even more shocked, he repeatedly stroked the twelve big characters, as if he was caressing a priceless treasure, carefully.

"The ink is dense and vigorous, the pen is vigorous, the structure is eclectic, the style is majestic, and the style is informal! This kind of masterpiece is really rare! I didn't expect that I Su Qinghe would be able to see such works in my lifetime, it is really in vain!"

Su Qinghe was obviously crazy, and couldn't help but pick up the little hao on the pen stand, dip it in ink, and write with a pen: The sea is tolerant of all rivers, tolerance is great;

Su Qinghe's penmanship is resolute, the pen is magnificent, and the twelve big characters are written like a knife and an axe, which is really the style of everyone.

Su Qinghe wrote Jin Wen, and he was especially good at Jin Wen calligraphy, but for Xuan Wen, he only barely knew some handwriting, but he couldn't write with the same momentum as Dan Xuan.

"Grandpa, are these twelve words really Xuanwen?" Su Xingyue couldn't help but ask when she saw Su Qinghe put down her pen.

Su Qinghe then remembered Su Xingyuelai, and hurriedly asked: "You said that this character was written by your friend, but the person who wrote this character is obviously a grandmaster-level calligraphy master, how can you know such a person?"

"This ......" Su Xingyue's face was a little red, and the appearance of Danxuan Jiaoerlang at that time appeared in her heart, but she couldn't connect that young man with the legendary calligraphy master.

Su Xingyue really couldn't speak, looking away at Dan Xuan was her Su Xingyue's biggest failure so far, Dan Xuan's existence completely subverted many of the concepts she believed to be the truth, and in that young man's body, it seemed that he was full of miracles.

"Grandpa, don't ask......" Su Xingyue still didn't say Dan Xuan's name after all, and suddenly thought of Dan Xuan's evaluation of Su Qinghe's calligraphy in the Sunset Restaurant that day, hesitated for a moment, and finally said: "Grandpa, some people say that your brushwork is framed by a frame, and you lack a kind of free and uninhibited! Do you think he is right?"

Su Qinghe was slightly stunned when he heard this, looked down at the twelve golden characters he had written, recalled Su Xingyue's words, and finally looked at the twelve exquisite and elegant Xuanwen on the notebook, and couldn't help but sigh and said: "That's right, the old man doesn't know that his penmanship has been framed, but there are few people in this world who can break free from the shackles of the frame like this calligraphy master......"

Su Xingyue's beautiful eyes widened when she heard this, and she suddenly sat down on the chair behind her. Obedient......