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

Chapter 160 159. Unlimited calligraphy talent? The most difficult narrative poem to write?

All the viewers watching the live broadcast knew what was going to happen next when they saw this scene.

Jiang Chen is going to write another work.

The barrage exploded again instantly.

"Here we go. Is Old Jiang going to leave his calligraphy in Chang'an?"

"Old Jiang, can we draw the lottery again in Chang'an? I can't wait to win."

"Chang'an is a thousand-year-old capital. What inspiration does Lao Jiang have?"

"Every time I watch Lao Jiang's live broadcast, I have inexplicably high expectations, which are not found in other live broadcast rooms."

"Watching Lao Jiang's live broadcast, just looking at these beauties is enough to feast your eyes. They are better looking than watching those anchors on DouYue who use level 100 beauty filters."

"Lao Jiang wants to write it at the entrance of the ancient city scenic area? Is this to attract visitors to the ancient city? Did the ancient city scenic area pay for it?"

"As far as I know, Lao Jiang has not accepted any advertising yet. According to inside information, Lao Jiang earns tens of millions every day from live streaming, so he may not be interested in that little advertising fee."

"Earning tens of millions every day from live streaming? This is scarier than a money printing machine!"

"Waiting for Lao Jiang's masterpiece to be published..."

…………

Beijing!

Huang Bo, Zhang Shuwen, Lin Shuang, and Li Wenjun who had just arrived were all in the office, watching Jiang Chen's live broadcast.

Zhang Shuwen looked at the figures that appeared on the live broadcast screen and asked, "Is that Peng Ruihua? And Li Shuangzheng, are they representing Chang'an Jiaotong University to look for Jiang Chen?"

Huang Bo nodded: "Of course, it is. It is impossible for Jiaotong University to ignore Jiang Chen's appearance in Chang'an. Other schools may not be qualified to meet Jiang Chen, but Chang'an Jiaotong University is definitely qualified. However, based on my understanding of Jiang Chen, Lao Peng will definitely not get an answer from Jiang Chen."

Li Wenjun and Lin Shuang both nodded in agreement. They both knew that Jiang Chen would never accept any invitation from Peng Ruihua!
Zhang Shuwen stood up excitedly, rubbing his hands as he looked at Jiang Chen on the live screen, and said with a smile: "I wonder what masterpiece Jiang Chen is going to write today? To be honest, I can hardly study all his works."

Lin Shuang smiled and said, "Wen Jun is now the most in-depth expert on Jiang Chen in our college. Her thesis is centered on Jiang Chen's works. I just took a look and it's very well written."

Huang Bo's eyes lit up: "Oh? Wenjun, let me see it after you finish writing it. If there is no problem, I will publish it in the school journal!"

Li Wenjun smiled and said, "Okay, thank you Director Huang."

Huang Bo smiled and shook his head: "No need to thank me. Now the research on Jiang Chen's works has begun to become professional in many universities. I heard that the Chinese Department of Shanghai Shuangxing University has set up a research group with Qin Xuerong as the main person to study Jiang Chen's works and cultural phenomena."

"Zhejiang University next door to Shuangxing has also been holding meetings to follow up, and may set up a research group soon. We can't fall behind. If Jiang Chen's work is indeed worthy, then we may follow suit."

When Li Wenjun heard Huang Bo's words, his eyes suddenly sparkled.

If Kyoto University could set up a research group to study Jiang Chen's works, she might consider staying at Kyoto University so that she could participate in or even lead the research group.

She was not as bold as Yan Ruyu to take the initiative to find Jiang Chen and stay by his side, but she wanted to do as much as possible for Jiang Chen behind the scenes.

Perhaps Jiang Chen would not see or know it, but she would feel a little satisfied in her heart.

On the live broadcast screen at this time, Peng Ruihua and Li Shuangzheng both helped to move the table for Jiang Chen and put away the writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone. Then Yan Ruyu personally ground the ink for Jiang Chen, allowing Han Qing to concentrate on the live broadcast.

Jiang Chen stood in front of the desk, facing the gate of the ancient Tang Dynasty city. At a glance, he could see the buildings in the prosperous Tang Dynasty style inside the ancient city. It seemed as if he had returned to the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

The brush in Jiang Chen's hand slowly fell.

Three words appeared quickly.

Song of Everlasting Sorrow!
Peng Ruihua, Li Shuangzheng, Ma Ziqiang, Li Xinyan and others beside them all opened their eyes wide quietly. Looking at these three words, everyone had a look of enjoyment on their face, as refreshing as if they had drunk a can of iced Cola in the dog days of summer.

They have long been fascinated by Jiang Chen's calligraphy. They have watched, studied, and copied Jiang Chen's calligraphy videos countless times.

This time they finally saw Jiang Chen writing in person, and they instantly felt as if their biggest dream had come true.

Li Shuangzheng murmured softly: "This calligraphy is such a pleasure to read!"

Peng Ruihua also nodded in agreement, but said nothing, not wanting to disturb Jiang Chen from writing.

Yan Ruyu, who was grinding ink, had a look of surprise in her eyes. She could see that Jiang Chen's calligraphy had improved a little compared to yesterday, but the improvement was not as obvious as before.

However, there is indeed a little progress!
In the eyes of Yan Ruyu, Peng Ruihua, and calligraphers in the capital such as Huang Bo, Zhang Shuwen, and Li Wenjun, this was like a bolt of thunder and lightning, which made their hearts tremble.

because!

Jiang Chen's calligraphy level last time reached the level of only a few top calligraphers in history. He has begun to form his own style, and every stroke is different from anyone else.

Such achievements in calligraphy are unparalleled in contemporary or modern times, and are the top achievements in history.

They are all curious...

Jiang Chen's calligraphy has reached such an achievement. Is there any possibility for further improvement?

Is there any further potential that can be tapped into Jiang Chen’s talent in calligraphy?
If only there really was one!
That would be terrible.

This shows that Jiang Chen’s calligraphy has not reached its limit. If he continues to make breakthroughs, will he be able to reach the level of Wang Youjun, the number one calligrapher in history?
at this time!

Jiang Chen only wrote three words, but it released a thunder in the calligraphy world.

All the calligraphers who were watching the live broadcast were trembling with fear.

Huang Bo looked at the three words on the live screen and murmured in a low voice: "We may be able to witness history in our lifetime and witness the birth of another Wang Youjun. If we can see that day, I will have no regrets in this life."

Lin Shuang looked at the three words "Song of Everlasting Regret": "This is a poem!"

Several people were also looking forward to Jiang Chen's ancient poems. The ancient poems Jiang Chen had written were not inferior to the masterpieces handed down from generation to generation in books. Wang Yue, which was highly praised by many people and was called the best work about Mount Tai from ancient times to the present, had been engraved on a stone tablet on Mount Tai and was viewed by all tourists. In a short period of time, it had become a popular check-in spot on Mount Tai.

It can be said that the poem "Wang Yue" has since become a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation and has been engraved on Mount Tai. Hundreds of years, or even thousands of years later, it will not be forgotten and will be recited by countless tourists traveling to and from Mount Tai.

After Jiang Chen finished writing the three words "Song of Everlasting Sorrow", he continued writing without any hesitation.

One by one, words that would make anyone who knows calligraphy envious quickly appeared on the paper.

"The Emperor of Han was obsessed with beauty and wanted to overwhelm the country. Yu Yu couldn't get it for many years."

"There is a daughter in the Yang family who has just grown up. She was raised in a boudoir and no one knows her."

"It's hard to give up on natural beauty. Once you choose it, you will be on the side of the king."

"Looking back and smiling, the sixth palace has no color!"

……

The words appeared quickly, and the lines of poetry were written out in full.

There was no sound at the scene. Everyone around held their breath and dared not make a sound.

Peng Ruihua, Li Shuangzheng and the others held their breath, their faces flushed, but their eyes were wide open staring at the lines of poetry written by Jiang Chen, with a sense of emptiness in their hearts.

Yan Ruyu, who was grinding the ink, slowed down her movements and became extremely gentle, fearing that if she moved a little too hard it would disturb Jiang Chen who was writing.

Huang Bo, Zhang Shuwen, Lin Shuang, and Li Wenjun, who were far away in Beijing, all stood up quickly, moved closer to the live screen, and stared at the lines of poetry with wide eyes.

At this time, they were not paying attention to the calligraphy of each word, but were more concerned with the content of the poem.

Zhang Shuwen's voice trembled with excitement, and he whispered, "Is this a narrative poem? It's about the deeds of Emperor Xuanzong of Tang and Yang Guifei? The daughter of the Yang family has just grown up, but she is kept in the inner chamber and no one knows her. She is born with a beautiful temperament, and once she is chosen to be by the emperor's side, she will turn around and smile, and all the beauties in the palace will be embarrassed... This... This..."

Zhang Shuwen couldn't think of any adjectives to describe the poems Jiang Chen had just written. He felt that the adjectives he knew were not enough to describe the excellence of these poems. Huang Bo took a deep breath, suppressed his excitement, and said, "Jiang Chen gave us another big surprise today!"

Lin Shuang and Li Wenjun were looking at the lines of poetry with secretive eyes, unable to speak. Pictures of Emperor Xuanzong of Tang and Yang Guifei were already emerging in their minds.

It just feels too amazing.

"It is hard to give up one's natural beauty..."

"I do not know……"

Lin Shuang: "This is so well written, the imagery is so vivid."

The expressions of several people became excited and serious.

Because, as experts in Chinese, they all know that even during the heyday of the Tang Dynasty, among so many great poets who left behind famous works, few could write good narrative poems.

There were many Tang Dynasty poets who were able to write five-character and seven-character quatrains, but only one or two of them were able to write narrative poems well.

After the heyday of the Tang Dynasty, no good narrative poems have appeared, and this has been the case until now.

And now, Jiang Chen wanted to write a narrative poem, which was also a thunderclap in the contemporary literary world, making all the literary figures open their eyes wide in shock.

At this moment, the number of people online in the live broadcast room also increased rapidly and exceeded one million.

The barrage even exploded.

"It's hard to give up natural beauty. This gives me goosebumps. Is this not about me?"

"How shameless! However, the charming smile written by me is exactly about me!"

"That's enough. Old Jiang is making history. Just watch quietly. This is a narrative poem about the turning point of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, with Emperor Xuanzong and Yang Guifei as the main narrative line."

"Woo woo woo, why is Lao Jiang so awesome?"

"This handwriting makes me climax..."

……

Jiang Chen's writing continues.

"The cold spring brings a bath in Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring water washes away the fat."

"When the servant lifts up the weakling, it is the beginning of new grace."

"The hair is like clouds, the face is like flowers, and the golden hairpin is like a step-shaking ornament. The hibiscus tent is warm and the spring night is spent."

"The spring night is short and the sun is rising. From now on, the king will not go to court early."

"There is no time to spare for entertaining guests and banquets, and every night I go on spring outings."

"There are three thousand beauties in the harem, and all of them are favored by the emperor."

"The golden house is made up to serve as a charming servant at night, and the jade house is drunk and spring after the banquet."

"Sisters and brothers are all noble men, but it is pitiful that the glory comes from the family."

"Then the hearts of all parents in the world will not be reborn as a boy and reborn as a girl."

"The Li Palace is high up in the sky, and the sound of heavenly music can be heard everywhere."

"The slow song and dance and the stringed instruments are too much for the king to watch today."

"The drums of Yuyang shook the earth, startling Ni Chang's feathered dress."

"Smoke and dust rise from the nine-layered city walls, and thousands of chariots and horses are heading southwest."

"The green flowers waver and stop, more than a hundred miles west of the capital."

……

Peng Ruihua and Li Shuangzheng, who were standing next to Jiang Chen, were trembling all over, staring at every word written by Jiang Chen.

In Jiang Chen's poems, the first part is all about singing and dancing, with Emperor Xuanzong of Tang and Yang Guifei enjoying music and dancing every day and having fun every night...

Suddenly, the world changed drastically!
The Anshi Rebellion broke out.

The turning point of the prosperous Tang Dynasty's decline has arrived.

This is a regret shared by every Chinese person.

Many people have discussed on the Internet how glorious the Tang Dynasty would have been if it had not been interrupted by the An-Shi Rebellion and had continued.

However, history has no ifs.

Anyone who knows history knows that the decline of the prosperous Tang Dynasty was almost inevitable and destined.

Even if there was no Anshi Rebellion, there would have been Zhang Wang Rebellion, Wang Liu Rebellion, and so on.

This is the inevitability of historical development.

However, this is still a pain in the hearts of every Chinese.

Because, among so many dynasties in history, only the Han and Tang dynasties are engraved in the soul genes of the Chinese people.

Han nationality, Tang people!
These are two names that never change.

No other dynasty had such influence.

The Tang Dynasty was also the only dynasty that was able to continue despite the emperor fleeing nine times and the capital being captured six times.

Just like the Han Dynasty was the only dynasty that was completely destroyed and then reestablished by the Liu clan, then faced destruction again and was almost revived by the Liu clan, the surname Liu once became the representative of the son of destiny and was called the Golden Knife Liu. All subsequent dynasties were wary of the Liu family, for fear that another son of destiny with the surname Liu would appear.

and so!
At this time, everyone who understood the poem written by Jiang Chen felt heavy in their hearts when they saw that Jiang Chen wrote about the Anshi Rebellion.

Many people who understand literature and history, such as Peng Ruihua, Li Shuangzheng, Huang Bo, Zhang Shuwen, Lin Shuang, Li Wenjun who are far away in Beijing, and Qin Xuerong, Qin Hanming, Li Zheng and others in Shanghai, all stood up at this moment, watching the poems appearing on the live screen with great excitement!

Li Zheng, who was watching the live broadcast at Qin Hanming's place, said excitedly: "If I can collect this work, I will die without regrets."

Qin Hanming glanced at Li Zheng and said two words lightly: "Nonsense!"

Who wouldn’t want a work like this?

They continued to watch.

Jiang Chen continued to describe the scene of Emperor Xuanzong of Tang and Yang Guifei fleeing westward during the Anshi Rebellion!

After finishing writing on a piece of paper, Han Qing quickly replaced it with a new one...

This was the time when Jiang Chen consumed the most paper.

Moreover, it is the same piece of work.

Peng Ruihua, Li Shuangzheng, Ma Ziqiang and others beside him, as well as everyone else around, looked at the sheets of paper Jiang Chen had written with great envy.

They know that each piece of paper is truly priceless.

And if these pieces of paper were put together, their value would be beyond description.

(End of this chapter)