I started to become more self-disciplined at the age of 30

Chapter 152 151. Calligraphy has improved again? Top calligraphy master?
Xiaoqingzi, take out the pen and ink.

Han Qing was stunned for a moment when she heard this, then she hurriedly turned around and walked towards the car, where the four treasures of the study were placed.

Pu Yuexi ran over to help.

Chen Xiaojia looked at Jiang Chen and asked with a smile: "Are you inspired again?"

Jiang Chen nodded gently: "One thing, just write whatever comes to mind."

Write whatever comes to mind.

Chen Xiaojia, Li Wen and Wang Jing were all a little speechless after hearing this.

They usually think of a lot, but how can they write it down?
Who doesn’t have a lot of ideas?
Who doesn’t want to write down their thoughts and feelings and show them through works?

but……

When almost everyone wants to write, they can only write these two words: Damn.

Jiang Chen can write whatever he thinks of, and what he writes becomes a masterpiece that will be passed down through the ages!

The gap between people is sometimes just that huge.

Han Qing and Pu Yuexi quickly brought over the pens, ink, paper and inkstone, and then they cleaned the dining table together, wiped it clean, and then placed the pens, ink, paper and inkstone neatly on it.

Then, Han Qing picked up her phone and started the live broadcast, fixing the phone aside.

Early in the morning, more than 200,000 people flooded into the live broadcast room again, and then the speed of increase was very fast. In the blink of an eye, it exceeded 300,000, and then quickly exceeded 400,000, and then it continued to increase steadily.

It can be said that there were more than 400,000 people watching when the show first aired!

This is the result of Jiang Chen's announcement yesterday that he would give away his works through a lottery.

Most of the viewers who received the reminder that Jiang Chen was going to broadcast, as long as they had time to watch the live broadcast, quickly clicked into the live broadcast room. Even though it was still early in the morning, many of them were still in bed watching the live broadcast with their mobile phones.

So, in less than a minute, the number of people in the live broadcast room exceeded 500,000.

This early morning, there were more than 500,000 people watching Jiang Chen's live broadcast room...

Han Qing was a little surprised to see the speed at which the number of online users increased. It was a much higher increase than in the previous few days.

In the first two days, there were usually more than 200,000 people watching when the broadcast started in the morning, and then it would gradually increase during the outdoor live broadcast, with the highest being more than 500,000.

just now……

As soon as it was broadcast, it reached more than 500,000 viewers.

Han Qing quickly understood after thinking about it.

These are the audiences attracted by Zheng Zehao's painting Ding Fengbo.

Everyone wants to be the next Zheng Zehao, to be selected by Jiang Chen in the lottery, and then achieve financial freedom in an instant and get works worth hundreds of millions.

Most of the people in the live broadcast room thought that after getting Jiang Chen’s works, they would sell them at a high price, and then become financially free and live a retired life!
Only a very few people would think of keeping it as a family heirloom.

The audience in the live broadcast room quickly sent out barrage greetings.

"Good morning, Lao Jiang, Xiao Qingzi."

"Good morning!"

"Wow, the pens, ink, paper and inkstone are all ready? Old Jiang is going to write again?"

"I really want to fast forward to the time when Lao Jiang returns to Chengdu, and I start winning prizes right away. Then I win the grand prize, and I immediately retire and start traveling around the world."

"You're thinking shit!"

"You haven't woken up yet? Are you still dreaming?"

"Old Jiang has the clearest thoughts in the morning. I look forward to it."

……

Yan Ruyu was also lying in bed at this time, supporting her chin with both hands, looking at the live broadcast screen fixed on the head of the bed, with some grievance in her eyes.

Thinking about chatting with Jiang Chen last night and wanting to go back to Rongcheng with Jiang Chen, but being rejected by Jiang Chen, she wanted to cry.

This was the first time in her life that she took the initiative to approach a member of the opposite sex, and she put a lot of thought into it, but she was still constantly rejected.

Sighed.

Yan Ruyu accepted the reality straight away, but looking at Jiang Chen's back on the live screen, she pulled herself together and whispered, "I don't believe I can't take you down. Wait until I take you down, and then I'll see how I can control you."

Yan Ruyu made a domineering declaration, which is the pride of the Sichuan and Chongqing Tyrannosaurus.

Once she captures Jiang Chen, she will double back all the grievances she has suffered now.

For example, asking Jiang Chen to bring her footbath water, or asking Jiang Chen to cook for her...

Thinking of those scenes, Yan Ruyu couldn't help laughing again.

but!

At this moment, on the live broadcast screen, Jiang Chen slowly turned around, walked to the table, picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and then started writing.

Yan Ruyu sat up directly from the bed, her pretty face full of seriousness as she looked at Jiang Chen on the live broadcast screen and the brush in Jiang Chen's hand!
Jiang Chen's brush was seen moving quickly across the white paper. Each stroke appeared naturally on the paper, as if they were already there, without any trace of deliberateness.

This realm of calligraphy...

Yan Ruyu was a little dazed by what she saw.

……

same!

In Beijing, inside the Kyoto University office.

Zhang Shuwen and Huang Bo, who arrived earlier, stopped instantly when they saw the words written by Jiang Chen. One of them kept drinking water, and the other kept turning around, watching stiffly every step that Jiang Chen's brush took on the screen.

Three words appeared quickly.

Always happy!
Zhang Shuwen exhaled and said with some excitement, "What a terrifying talent! His calligraphy has improved again. Now his calligraphy is not inferior to those of several masters in history. The three characters he wrote now are not much worse than the second best running script in the world in the National Museum."

Huang Bo stared at the screen, unwilling to take his eyes off it, and nodded, "Yes, he makes progress every day, and today he made a big progress! It has only been a short time since he broke through the calligraphy master level, and now he can be compared with the few calligraphy masters in history. In a few days, won't he be able to be compared with the calligraphy saint Wang Youjun?"

"very scary!"

Although, they had thought about it before that if Jiang Chen kept improving, he would definitely reach this point.

But that was just an imaginary picture.

They felt that this was the result of Jiang Chen's talent and strength being suppressed for twenty or thirty years and suddenly erupting. In the short term, he would continue to make rapid progress, but there was ultimately a limit, and that limit was the upper limit of Jiang Chen's talent.

When Jiang Chen’s calligraphy talent reached its upper limit, his potential was fully tapped and his progress naturally stopped.

However, what they didn't expect was that Jiang Chen's talent and potential in calligraphy have not been exhausted yet, like a bottomless pit.

I keep improving every day, and today I have finally reached the level that is on par with the great calligraphers in history!
This is a great calligrapher who has not appeared in the past few hundred years.

Several great calligraphers in history appeared during the Tang and Song dynasties, which were the two dynasties with the most prosperous culture and economy in China. Naturally, a large number of literati and scholars who focused on research and learning were born, so several great writers and calligraphers were born. In the dynasties after the Tang and Song dynasties, although some literati and scholars who left their names in history appeared, there were no great writers and calligraphers. Even the second-level ones were only a few.

Jiang Chen's current calligraphy level has reached the level of a great calligrapher, and he can be said to be the number one person in the field of calligraphy in the past few hundred years.

but……

Such a great calligrapher appeared in modern times when traditional culture is almost disconnected.

This made them feel somewhat incredible and inconsistent.

Huang Bo said softly: "If we can collect all the works Jiang Chen wrote from the first piece he wrote in Magic City to the Yong Yu Le he wrote now, we can see his abnormal progress in calligraphy. However, the Yong Yu Le tune is quite unpopular..."

Zhang Shuwen nodded: "Yes, there are very few people who have written Yong Yu Le in history. However, with Jiang Chen's current level of calligraphy, anything he writes will be passed down through the ages."

There are very few authentic works of calligraphy handed down from the great calligraphers in history, so they are also very precious. Someone outside offered 500 million yuan for the second line of calligraphy in the National Museum, but if it is really put up for auction, it may not be sold even if the price is doubled.

Because it was the only authentic work of that great calligrapher, and each character was worth tens of millions.

Jiang Chen's calligraphy has now reached that level. Every word he writes is creating history, and will have a high collection value when passed down to future generations.

But the problem now is...

The words written by Jiang Chen are not ordinary, but are masterpieces handed down from generation to generation.

The calligraphy level of the great calligraphers, plus the masterpieces handed down from generation to generation...

Such a combination!
The value is immeasurable.

because.

This is also the first in the history of Chinese culture.

Several top literary masters in history had outstanding calligraphy, but their calligraphy was only at the level of calligraphy masters, and they were still a step away from the top calligraphy masters. Therefore, the works they wrote were at most a combination of masterpieces handed down from generation to generation and calligraphy masters.

As for those top calligraphy masters, their calligraphy is indeed outstanding, but their works can only be considered ordinary compared with those great writers, so it is just a combination of calligraphy masters and ordinary works!

No one can achieve the combination of a great writer and a top calligraphy master!

and so!
Jiang Chen's works, looking at the entire history of Chinese traditional culture, are unique and top-notch, the culmination of all!
and so!
No matter how many works Jiang Chen will write in the future, the collection value of each one will not be low.

With Jiang Chen’s current calligraphy level, if he just writes a few words and spreads them around, they will be snatched up and their value will not be low.

……

Magic City.

Li Zheng was sitting in the garden of the villa at this time, watching Jiang Chen write live, his face was full of enjoyment, and he whispered: "If I can create a calligraphy work like this, I can be said to have graduated in calligraphy."

A middle-aged man came out. It was Li Zheng's son, Li Xianyao. He sat down and watched Jiang Chen's live broadcast. He said, "Of course not. Uncle Qin's appointments are all scheduled for a week later. This is because Uncle Qin only accepts appointments for a week at most. If there is no limit, the appointments may be scheduled for several years later! Many people want to see the original works of Jiang Chen. Now Jiang Chen's calligraphy has improved again. Even if his works are mediocre, there are people who buy them at high prices just for his calligraphy."

Li Zheng said with a firm tone: "I will buy it."

Li Xianyao smiled and said, "I'll buy one too. I'll give it to you, Dad."

Li Zheng shook his head and said nothing, knowing that his son was still concentrating on his career and had no energy to study traditional cultural works and collections. He did not understand the achievements and value of Jiang Chen's works.

At this time.

On the live broadcast screen, Jiang Chen's writing was moving like a dragon, and every stroke was full of powerful force.

One by one, words like works of art appeared on the white paper.

"Across thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, the hero cannot be found at Sun Zhongmou's place. On the dance and singing stage, the elegance is always washed away by the rain and wind. In the setting sun, on the grass and trees, in the ordinary alleys, people say that Ji Nu once lived there. Thinking back to those days, the soldiers were armed with swords and spears, and they were as fierce as tigers swallowing thousands of miles."

"The Yuanjia era was hasty, and the conquest of the Wolf's Lair earned a hasty look northward. Forty-three years later, I still remember the flames of war on the road to Yangzhou. It is worth looking back, under the Buddhist temple, there was a sound of crows and drums. Who can ask, Lian Po is old, can he still eat?"

Every word carries with it a breath that blows towards you, which is a realm unique to the top calligraphy masters.

When Li Zheng saw this, he couldn't help but exclaim: "Great handwriting, great words!"

At Li Zheng's current age, when he sees this song, Yong Yu Le, he feels a sense of empathy, as if it was written for him. He started his own business for more than 40 years before passing it on to his son. Now he is enjoying his old age and has a lot of nostalgia and emotion for his previous entrepreneurial experience.

……

Qin Hanming and Qin Xuerong were also watching Bao Mo watching Jiang Chen's live broadcast. Seeing Jiang Chen finish writing smoothly, the grandfather and grandson felt refreshed all over their bodies, which was more refreshing than writing by themselves.

"It's so well written."

Qin Hanming exclaimed: "His calligraphy has improved so fast. Compared with when he wrote the poem "Song of Pity for the Peasants", he is almost a different person! This poem seems to be written for an old man like me. Lian Po is old, can he still eat?"

Qin Xuerong's eyes flickered, and his performance was full of admiration and amazement. He nodded and said, "Indeed, the calligraphy is amazing. I didn't expect that in this era, there would be a great calligrapher. Every word of Jiang Chen is worthy of being recorded in history. This poem is also a work of extremely high standard. Every sentence is an allusion. Without extremely high and profound historical and cultural background, it is impossible to write it. Even I can only see a few allusions, and there are a few vague concepts that are not so certain. I have to check the information to be sure. But Jiang Chen can write it easily, and he can write it so well."

"Jiang Chen's knowledge and cultural heritage are really underestimated."

Qin Hanming smiled bitterly and said, "No one underestimates him. Without a high level of cultural background, none of his works could have been written! All the experts and scholars in the country are not as good as him."

"This calligraphy by Yong Yule is so stunning. Every word looks like an artistic enjoyment!"

In the end, Qin Hanming was most impressed by the calligraphy.

This is the beauty of Chinese traditional culture and art, and its gradual improvement can be traced.

The height of one's realm and the level of one's skill are all visible to the naked eye and can be judged, rather than relying on boasting about abstract concepts or forced art.

At this moment, the number of viewers in the live broadcast room directly exceeded 800,000!

It was also a unique sight to see eight hundred thousand viewers gathered together to watch the live broadcast early in the morning.

"This calligraphy is so beautiful even though I don't know anything about calligraphy. Every word looks like it has been beautified. Is this true?"

"This poem uses too many allusions. I'll go look up some information."

"Lao Jiang's calligraphy has improved again. Isn't that amazing?"

"Old Jiang, how about we hold a lottery now and give this work away? I want it so much."

"It's really beautiful. This is calligraphy."

"Any stroke of Jiang's calligraphy or calligraphy by other so-called calligraphers must be thrown away!"

"People say Ji Nu once lived here, is it Liu Ji Nu? Sun Zhongmou, is it Sun Quan? Feng Langjuxu? Lian Po is old? Who else is written about in this poem? My god, every word is really a gem, and there are so many allusions. Lao Jiang's knowledge reserve is amazing, and the most amazing thing is that he can write it into his works at any time."

"The soldiers are as fierce as tigers, and the writing is awesome!"

"Lao Jiang, I want..."

……

but.

At this time, Jiang Chen did not put down the brush. Instead, he picked up the written paper and the papers below and put them aside, and continued writing with the brush.

The live broadcast room suddenly became much quieter.

(End of this chapter)