You are a star, why do you have all the skills from the underworld?

Chapter 241 Words are like the person they are
Is there something fun to watch?
Although it was a lively gathering of old men, Xu Yi was happy to be a melon-eater.

He turned around and gathered around.

Slowly it became clear that it was two lovers of running script arguing with each other, saying that their own was the orthodoxy. One said that he had learned the style of a calligrapher, and the other said that he had the best of both the Wang and Zhao families. This created a conflict.

I couldn't argue, so I had to ask other people present to comment.

To comment, you must have works.

What has been written before does not count, it must be written on the spot.

Whatever is written is what it is.

interesting.

In his previous life, apart from writing couplets during the New Year, Xu Yi had never seen anyone write calligraphy in person. In particular, these two seniors in the book world are not ordinary gangsters. On this occasion, it is even more rare.

"Xiao Xu, you are here today."

Chu Zhengchen didn't know when he walked up to Xu Yi and said with a smile: "Did you see the one who started writing first? That's Wang Chuan, a famous calligrapher in China. It is said that his ancestor is in the lineage of the calligraphy sage Wang Xi, and he can be regarded as a good man." red."

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

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

"People in our circle say that Mr. Zhao Yongfu has opened up the Ren and Du lineage."

Xu Yi listened and memorized names.

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

There are so many old men here, be sure not to call the wrong person for a moment, otherwise it will be embarrassing. However, Xu Yi would not take the initiative to cause trouble for himself unless he had to.

"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 in talking, and continued: "Originally, Wen Wu is the first. The two of them are actually equally matched in their achievements in running script. Otherwise, they would not have been fighting for so many years, and they would not be able to tell the difference."

"Mr. Wang's family has a long history, and he has been immersed in this tradition since he was a child."

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

"Mr. Zhao is unruly and unruly, and there are faint signs of establishing a sect. This kind of calligraphy master who is chasing after God for food cannot be underestimated."

Hey, after talking for a long time, no one can be offended by co-authoring it with you.

Both sides are connected, so bragging!
Xu Yi hasn't seen their works yet, so he can't comment on them. He just said a little strangely: "Uncle Chu, isn't writing for self-cultivation? Why do I see that these two old men have hot tempers?"

"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, you can say, write, and cultivate yourself."

Oh I got it.

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

Wang Chuan wrote a Song poem.

Zhao Yongfu, on the other hand, acted casually and actually wrote about the grand occasion of today's live event.

From this point of view, Mr. Zhao's talent is indeed top-notch.

After about ten minutes, both of them stopped writing.

Wang Chuan's face was solemn, while Zhao Yongfu's face was glowing.

"Come and take a look, tell us what you have to say."

Fang Peng, who had been standing nearby, shouted to everyone. He is the vice president of the Calligraphy Association. On this occasion, he can only preside over the situation. Otherwise, for the sake of face, everyone will not speak, and this competition will probably never end.

Seeing that no one came forward, Fang Peng had no choice but to call his name:

"Lao Guo, you come first."

Guo Yunda, who was called out, quickly waved his hand and said modestly: "I write cursive script, and I'm not very proficient in running script. Or should I let others comment first?"

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

"The world of calligraphy is one family."

"As long as you can write cursive script and official script, you can speak it."

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

I'm afraid of a hammer...

Guo Yunda cursed in his heart. Seeing that he couldn't shirk it, he had no choice but to step forward and appreciate it carefully.

To be honest, the running calligraphy of these two people has reached a certain level. After so many years of nurturing and nurturing, their pens have become extremely mature.

Wang Chuan's handwriting is clear and the overall look is pleasing to the eye.

Zhao Yongfu's calligraphy is even more tense.

Which one is higher and which one is lower, it’s really hard to tell for a while.

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

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

"I have read both the characters Lao Wang and Lao Zhao, and they are basically the same. If I had to distinguish them, I can only say that each has its own merits, but I personally prefer the character Lao Zhao, which is elegant, free, and tense. It’s on paper.”

"Of course, I am definitely not saying that Lao Zhao's calligraphy is better than Lao Wang's calligraphy."

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

Guo Yunda's expression actually means that he has already made a choice.

It's quite a bit like what a certain diva said when she was choosing a contestant: "Zhou Shen, you are very good, I choose Li Wei."

Everyone present is mature, how could they not recognize his voice-over?

Just listen to Fang Peng say:
"Okay, let's count Lao Zhao's vote."

"Eh? President Fang, you misunderstood me." Hearing this, Guo Yunda quickly clarified: "I just said that there is no distinction between the two of them."

Fang Peng didn't even look at Guo Yunda and said directly:
"It's none of your business."

"Next, Lao Liu, will you come?"

Liu Yi, whose name was called, knew he couldn't escape.

Although he cultivates official script intensively, as Fang Peng said, calligraphy in the world is one family.

Even if you are writing on oracle bone inscriptions, there are actually similarities in the beauty of calligraphy and the structure of the skeleton.

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

The votes they received are also very interesting.

You have one vote, I have one vote, and we always keep moving forward in tandem.

When everyone finished voting, it turned out to be a tie!

Is this okay?

Zhao Yongfu quit on the spot:
"I asked you, a bunch of decades-old men, how can you be so pretentious when you vote? Do you think Lao Wang and I are fools? How can we coax a three-year-old child from such an obvious draw? No, we have to vote today. Come."

Someone advised: "Old Zhao, it's almost done. You two are quite strong."

"That's right, we didn't think about that when we voted."

"You can't accuse us wrongly!"

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

"Next item, next item."

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

However, Zhao Yongfu was not so easy to dismiss. He looked around and suddenly spotted Xu Yi. He immediately pulled Xu Yi over and said, "No, it's not over yet. The voting is not over yet. This little brother didn't vote!"

Xu Yi: Who am I, where am I, and what do I want to do?
"Little brother, tell me, which of the two characters between me and Lao Wang is better!"

Xu Yi was helpless.

He turned to look at Chu Zhengchen. At this time, Chu Zhengchen was looking at his nose and his eyes, and his mind was wandering.

When the old men saw this, they had no choice but to get off the donkey and said:
"Little brother, just say a few words!"

"Yes, Xiao Xu, Lao Chu praised you for your profound knowledge in calligraphy, so just say it boldly."

"If you really can't decide, you can just vote." "Yes, yes, vote!"

Everyone is aiming to end this matter as soon as possible, so we will do it as quickly as possible.

Don't comment, just vote.

This is the fastest.

Xu Yi was already in a difficult position of riding a tiger.

He simply walked up to the two words and looked at them carefully. In fact, the overall feeling is very different from what Guo Yunda said. The words of these two people have reached a certain level.

Wang Chuan's calligraphy is clearly organized, while Zhao Yongfu's calligraphy is smooth and flowing.

Although they are both running script, the artistic conception is quite different.

However, there is still a gap between him and the real calligraphy sages Wang Xizhi and Zhao Ti Zhao Mengfu. This point actually has little to do with the times. Many people say that because times have changed, people today, no matter how they write, are definitely different from the ancients.

Xu Yi disagreed.

From the current perspective, it is easy to draw such a conclusion.

But looking at it in the long history, it is completely different.

The reason why the calligraphy sage became the calligraphy sage, and why there were so many successors but no one surpassed him, is that in addition to the legendary stories, the reason lies more in the calligraphy sage's words, which established the standard and style of the sect.

but……

"Little brother, are you watching?"

Xu Yi thought a little too far, but was quickly called back by a voice.

After thinking clearly about what he was saying, he turned around and said to everyone:
"Okay."

"How about it? Whose handwriting is better?"

"In my humble opinion, both old men have great skills in their calligraphy, but it's a bit inappropriate to be just plain vindictive. Because both old men's handwriting has room for improvement."

boom!
Xu Yi's words were like a thunder, which shocked the old men present and all of them were dumbfounded.

Chu Zhengchen also thought that he had heard wrongly. When he looked at Xu Yi, he saw that Xu Yi was calm and composed.

He was upset:
I'm not telling you, Xiao Xu, what did you do?
When people ask you to comment, you comment well, and you are not asked to criticize, right?

There are so many people in front of you, giving you proofs, how can you still say something wrong?

"Okay! Well said!" Wang Chuan's lukewarm voice came, "Old Chu, this junior you brought here is indeed very courageous!"

Chu Zhengchen: "..."

What can I say?

This guy is not in the unit, so he can't give orders to this group of people.

He could only give Xu Yi a step:

"Xiao Xu, think again and think carefully about what to say."

"I'm not wrong. The calligraphy of Mr. Wang's poem is excellent. Unfortunately, each word has its own meaning, and he has not truly understood the conveying meaning of running script. As for Mr. Zhao, his elegance is too much, and too much is too much."

This time, Xu Yi’s comments were on point.

Everyone was shocked and flexible. After comparing these two words and what Xu Yi said, they found that it was indeed true.

This boy's eyes are really poisonous!

Originally, although everyone had one vote and one vote for me, all the comments on the two paintings were complimentary.

No one is critical.

Xu Yi suddenly became a different person.

When Wang Chuan heard what Xu Yi said was impressive, he couldn't help but asked:
"Little brother, what do you mean, can you write it more appropriately than Lao Zhao and I?"

This is actually a bit underhanded.

No matter how old Xu Yi was, even if he started practicing calligraphy from his mother's womb, his skills would naturally not be comparable to those of the old men present. Wang Chuanzhuan's words make it clear that he only accepts praise but not criticism.

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

Anyway, when it comes to art, personal preference plays a large role.

However, if you directly say that his handwriting is not good and point out what is bad about it, it will definitely feel like a thorn in his heart.

When Chu Zhengchen saw this, he immediately said:

"Old Wang, what do you mean?"

"Xiao Xu is young and ignorant, so he can say whatever he wants. Let's not worry about whether what he says is right or not. What do you mean, if his writing is not as good as yours, he can't comment?"

Wang Chuan was choked by Chu Zhengchen and 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 did."

"So, I guess maybe this little brother's calligraphy is also good."

Chu Zhengchen wanted to argue with Wang Chuan for a few more words, but Xu Yi on the side said directly: "Uncle Chu, forget it. Mr. Wang wants to see me write, so I will write a word for him to see. There’s no need for you to spend all your time here.”

Chu Zhengchen was a little surprised, but still respected Xu Yi:
"Xiao Xu, are you okay?"

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

Xu Yi was very relaxed.

To put it bluntly, even if his writing is not good, no one will blame him.

If it were written, it would be terrible.

Moreover, Xu Yi has master-level calligraphy skills and is familiar with the calligraphy methods of various schools. When he picks up the pen, it seems that he has practiced it thousands of times in his mind. Naturally, he also has the confidence to write a good calligraphy.

Xu Yi grinded the ink by himself and dipped his pen into the ink.

He took another look at the poem written by Wang Chuan. It was a Song poem, and the title of the poem was Shui Diao Ge Tou.

If you want to write, just write the same thing.

Xu Yi closed his eyes slightly and recalled the thousands of polishing steps in his mind. After a few seconds, his eyes widened and he started writing like the wind.

The old men who were watching were surprised.

Just the momentum with which he wrote was enough to tell that Xu Yi was not a newcomer.

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

Lao Chu has brought a young man to play!

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

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

"Seniors, please correct me!"

After finishing writing and speaking, Xu Yi took a step back and gave up the first piece of writing in his life.

Everyone gathered around him.

Immediately afterwards, there was a continuous sound of praise.

"Good words, good words!"

"This word actually has a faint charm to it, which is amazing."

"I think it's indeed stronger than Lao Wang's handwriting. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it even to death. This is the handwriting of a young man."

"It's quite interesting, little brother, can you give me some love for this calligraphy?"

"Old Wu, what are you doing?"

"I've long since taken my fancy and prepared to spend 100,000 yuan to buy this calligraphy!"

"One hundred thousand yuan, you are coaxing the child, I will pay you five hundred thousand!"

"Stop fighting. I'll give you one million, so just show your respect and let it go..."

Whether the handwriting is good or not, praise is cheap, but if it is supported by real money, it can really show its value.

Chu Zhengchen was stunned when he heard:
What the hell are you asking for one million?
(End of this chapter)