Got a lot to see?

Although it is a group of old men, Xu Yi is also willing to be a melon eater.

He turned and circled around.

Slowly, I figured out that it was two book lovers, arguing with each other, saying that their own was orthodox. One said that he had learned the style of the sage, and the other said that he had the strengths of both the Wang and Zhao families, which was a bar.

If you can't argue, you have to ask others in the room to comment.

If you want to evaluate, you have to have works.

It's not enough to write it before, it has to be written on the spot.

Whatever is written, it is what it is.

It's kind of interesting.

In his previous life, in addition to writing couplets during the Chinese New Year, Xu Yi had never seen anyone write calligraphy on the spot. Especially these two seniors in the book world are not ordinary gangsters, and this kind of occasion is even more commendable.

"Xiao Xu, your kid is here today."

Chu Zhengchen didn't know when, walked to Xu Yi's side, and said with a smile: "I saw the one who started writing first, it was the biography of the master of the domestic calligraphy, it is said that the ancestor is a lineage of the sage Wang Xi, and it can be regarded as a root and a sprout." ”

"The old gentleman who started writing later should not be underestimated."

"He didn't start learning calligraphy until he was forty years old, and he was considered a halfway monk, but he had a very high level of understanding."

"Everyone in our circle says that the old man Zhao Yongfu has opened up the second vein of Ren Du."

Xu Yi memorized his name as he listened.

Remembering the other person's name is the most basic respect for a person.

There are so many old men here, don't call the wrong person for a while, it will be embarrassing. However, unless it is absolutely necessary, Xu Yi will not take the initiative to cause trouble for himself.

"Uncle Chu, who do you think is more powerful among these two old men?"

"That's hard to say."

Chu Zhengchen seemed to be very interested, and continued: "Originally, there is no first. The attainments of the two of them in the book are actually equal. Otherwise, we wouldn't have been fighting for so many years, and we couldn't tell the difference. ”

"Old man Wang has a family lineage, and he has been immersed in this way since he was a child."

"In terms of calligraphy cultivation, all the calligraphers present may not dare to say that they can compare."

"Old Man Zhao is wild and uninhibited, and there are faint signs of founding a sect, this kind of God chasing after the calligraphy who feeds the food, that can't be underestimated."

Oh, after talking about it for a long time, you can't be offended by who you are.

It's a boast on both sides!

Xu Yi hasn't seen the works of the two for the time being, and it's not easy to comment, but he said a little strangely: "Uncle Chu, isn't writing for self-cultivation?" Why do I see that the two old men have a hot temperament? ”

"Who told you that writing is for self-cultivation?"

Chu Zhengchen tried to correct Xu Yi's point of view: "Writing is writing, unless you are already invincible in the world, you can say, write, self-cultivation." ”

Oh, I see.

While the two were talking, Wang Chuan and Zhao Yongfu had already begun to write respectively.

Wang Biography is a Song poem.

Zhao Yongfu played casually, and even wrote about the grand occasion of today's live event.

From this point of view, this old man Zhao's talent is indeed first-class.

After about ten minutes, both of them regained their momentum and stopped writing.

Wang Chuan's face was solemn, and Zhao Yongfu was full of red light.

"Let's take a look, what do you have to say."

Fang Peng, who had been standing next to him, shouted at everyone, he was the vice president of the Calligraphy Association, and on this occasion, he could only preside over the situation. Otherwise, everyone will not speak for the sake of face, and I am afraid that this competition will never be finished.

Seeing that everyone didn't come forward, Fang Peng had no choice but to name him:

"Lao Guo, you come first."

Guo Yunda, who was named, hurriedly waved his hand and said modestly: "I write cursive, and I am not very proficient in calligraphy." Or let someone else judge it first? ”

Fang Peng refused to let him go easily, and said directly:

"The world's calligraphy is one."

"What cursive writing is in official script, as long as you are writing, you can speak."

"Are you still afraid of Lao Wang and Lao Zhao?"

I'm afraid of a hammer......

Guo Yunda slandered in his heart, and he couldn't get rid of it, so he had to step forward and appreciate it carefully.

To be honest, the calligraphy of these two people has reached a certain level, and after so many years of edification and immersion, the pen has long been very mellow.

The handwriting of Wang Chuan is clear, and the overall look is pleasing to the eye.

And Zhao Yongfu's words are even more tense.

It's really hard to tell which is higher and which is lower, for a while.

After watching it for a few minutes, Guo Yunda finally made his relatively subjective evaluation:

"President Fang, then I'll just say it."

"I have read both the characters of Lao Wang and Lao Zhao, and they are basically comparable. If you insist on separating the high and low, I can only say that each has its own merits, but I personally prefer the word Lao Zhao, which is elegant and free, and the tension jumps on the paper. ”

"Of course, I don't mean that Lao Zhao's words are better than Lao Wang's."

"In fact, it's really hard to tell whether this is good or not."

Guo Yunda's expression has actually made a choice.

It's a bit like what a certain diva said when she chose the contestants: "Zhou Shen, you are very good, I choose Li Wei." ”

Everyone present is an old man, how can you not hear his voiceover?

Just listen to Fang Peng:

"Okay, then count Lao Zhao's vote."

"Huh? President Fang, you misunderstood what I meant. When Guo Yunda heard this, he hurriedly clarified: "I just said that the two of them are not up or down." ”

Fang Peng didn't look at Guo Yunda, and said directly:

"It's none of your business."

"Next, Lao Liu, are you coming?"

Liu Yi, who was named, knew that he couldn't hide.

Although he is intensively cultivating calligraphy, as Fang Peng said, calligraphy in the world is a family.

Even if you write an oracle bone inscription, there are similarities in the beauty of calligraphy and the structure of the skeleton.

All the old men present, except for Wang Chuan and Zhao Yongfu, basically stepped forward to comment one by one.

The votes of the two are also interesting.

You have one vote, I have one vote, and we have always maintained the trend of going hand in hand.

When everyone finished voting, there was a draw!

Is this worth it?

Zhao Yongfu quit on the spot:

"I said you guys who are dozens of years old, how can you vote and play with your heart? Are I fools with Lao Wang? Such an obvious draw, coaxing a three-year-old child? No, you have to pitch today. ”

Someone persuaded: "Lao Zhao, it's almost." You're both pretty strong. ”

"yes, we didn't think about that when we voted."

"You can't wronged us!"

"Isn't a draw good, it means that you both have to continue practicing."

"Next, next."

In the spirit of harmony, everyone hopes to turn the page on this matter.

However, Zhao Yongfu was not so easy to deal with, he looked around left and right, and suddenly found Xu Yi, and when he pulled Xu Yilai, he said, "No, it's not over yet." The vote is not over yet, this little brother did not vote! ”

Xu Yi: Who am I, where am I, what am I going to do?

"Little brother, tell me who is good with these two characters of Lao Wang!"

Xu Yi was helpless.

He turned his head to look at Chu Zhengchen, Chu Zhengchen was looking at his nose at this time, his nose was looking at his heart, and his mind was outside the object.

When the old men saw this, they had no choice but to get off the donkey and say:

"Little brother, just say a few words!"

"Yes, Xiao Xu, Lao Chu praised you for your deep insight in calligraphy, so you can say it boldly."

"If you really can't say it, you can vote directly."

"Yes, yes, vote!"

Everyone is rushing to end this matter as soon as possible, so they can do it as soon as possible.

Don't comment, vote directly.

It's the fastest.

Xu Yi is already in a difficult situation to ride a tiger.

He simply walked in front of the two words and looked at them carefully. In fact, the overall feeling is not bad from what Guo Yunda said, and the words of these two people have reached a certain level.

Wang Chuan's character method is obvious, and Zhao Yongfu's words are fluent.

Although they are all books, the artistic conception is very different.

It's just that there is still a gap between him and the real book saint Wang Xizhi, Zhao Ti and Zhao Mengfu. This point actually has little to do with the times, many people say that because the times have changed, so today's people, no matter how they write, must be different from the ancients.

Xu Yi disagreed.

From the perspective of the present, it is easy to draw such conclusions.

But if you look at it in the long river of history, it is not the same thing at all.

The reason why the book saint became the book saint, why there are so many latecomers, but no one surpasses it, the reason is that in addition to the legendary story, it is more because of the words of the book saint, and the establishment of the standard style of the founding sect.

But......

"Little brother, are you optimistic?"

Xu Yi thought a little far, and was soon called back by a voice.

When he had thought clearly of what he was saying, he turned and said to the people:

"Look at it."

"How's that, who's better at words?"

"In the boy's humble opinion, the words of the two old men are skillful, but it is a little inappropriate to be plain and vindictive. Because of the words of the two old men, there is room for improvement. ”

Rumble!

Xu Yi's words were like a thunderbolt, which directly shocked the old men present, and they were all dumbfounded.

Chu Zhengchen also thought that he had heard it wrong, and when he looked at Xu Yi, he saw that Xu Yi was calm.

He was annoyed:

Didn't I say Xiao Xu, what did you do?

If everyone asks you to comment, you will comment well, and you will not be criticized?

With so many people in front of you, you have given you a sample, how can you still say something wrong?

"Good! Well said! Wang Chuan's lukewarm voice came, "Old Chu, this junior you brought is really courageous!" ”

Chu Zhengchen: "......"

What can I say?

It's not in the unit, so he can't give orders to this group of people.

He could only hand Xu Yi a step:

"Xiao Xu, think about it again, think about how to say it."

"I'm not wrong, this poem by Mr. Wang is excellent. It's a pity that the words and phrases speak separately, and they don't really understand the meaning of the book. As for Old Man Zhao, he is too elegant. ”

This time, Xu Yi's comments are substantial.

Everyone is in their hearts, and they are flexible, comparing these two words, combined with what Xu Yi said, and found that it was not true.

This kid's eyes are really poisonous!

Originally, although everyone voted for one vote and I voted, the comments on the two words were all praised.

None of them were critical.

Xu Yi became an alternative at this time.

Wang Chuan heard Xu Yi say it in a good way, and couldn't help but ask:

"Little brother, listen to what you mean, can you write more appropriately than me and Lao Zhao?"

That's actually a bit of a subordinate.

At what age Xu Yi is, even if he starts practicing calligraphy from his mother's womb, his kung fu naturally can't be compared with the old men present. Wang Legend's words make it clear that he can only listen to praise, not criticism.

Even if Xu Yi voted directly, he might not say a word.

Anyway, personal preference accounts for a large part of the art thing.

However, if you directly say that his words are not good, and point out where it is not good, he must have a thorn in his heart.

Seeing this, Chu Zhengchen immediately said:

"What do you mean, Wang?"

"Xiao Xu is young and ignorant, so what do you say. Let's not care if what he said is right or not, do you mean that if he doesn't write as well as you, he can't comment? ”

Wang Chuan was choked by Chu Zhengchen, and he also realized that he was a little aggressive, so he took a step back and said:

"I'm just curious."

"Why didn't anyone else see the problem, but this little brother saw the problem."

"So, I guess maybe this little brother's calligraphy should be good."

Chu Zhengchen wanted to debate a few more words with Wang Chuan, but Xu Yi on the side said directly: "Uncle Chu, forget it." Mr. Wang wants to see me write, so I'll write a picture for him to see, because the big guy has been spending time here. ”

Chu Zhengchen was a little surprised, but he still respected Xu Yi:

"Xiao Xu, are you okay?"

"Okay or not, after writing, everyone can comment!"

Xu Yi was very open.

To put it bluntly, even if he doesn't write well, everyone won't blame anything.

If it's written, it's going to be a shame.

Moreover, Xu Yi has master-level calligraphy skills, and he is familiar with the number of calligraphy in each family, and when he lifts the pen, he seems to have practiced thousands of times in his mind, and he naturally has the confidence to write a good word.

Xu Yi researched the ink by himself and dipped the pen in ink.

He glanced at the poem written by Wang Chuan again, it was a Song song, and the name of the word plate was the head of the song of the water tune.

To write, write the same.

I saw Xu Yi close his eyes slightly, recalling the thousands of times of polishing in his mind, and after a few seconds, his eyes widened, and his pen was like the wind.

The old men who watched looked fresh.

Just the momentum of this pen is enough to judge that Xu Yi is not a newcomer.

There are very few young people who can have such a demeanor.

Lao Chu brought a young man who kicked the field!

After about six or seven minutes, Xu Yi had already finished writing.

His speed was even a few points faster than Zhao Yongfu.

"Seniors, please take the axe!"

After writing and speaking, Xu Yi took a step back and let go of the first character in his life.

The crowd gathered around.

Immediately after, there was a continuous stream of admiration.

"Good words, good words!"

"This word has a faint charm, it's amazing."

"I look at it is indeed stronger than Lao Wang's words, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed that the old man had been killed, this was a young man's handwriting."

"It's kind of interesting, little brother, can you cut love with this painting?"

"Old Wu, what are you doing?"

"I've been optimistic about it for a long time, and I'm going to spend 100,000 yuan to buy this painting!"

"100,000 yuan, you coax the child, I'll give 500,000!"

"Don't fight, I'll give one million, you can raise your noble hand and let it go......"

Whether the words are good or not, praise is cheap, but with real money to support, then it can indeed show its value.

Chu Zhengchen listened staggeringly:

What's that going up to a million?

(End of chapter)

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