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

Chapter 173 172. The road to Shu is harder than climbing to the sky!
The brush in Jiang Chen's hand fell on the white paper, and a few words quickly appeared.

The road to Shu is difficult!

Three words appeared.

All the experts in calligraphy have their eyebrows twitching wildly.

Zhang Shuwen, who was sitting in the car, smiled bitterly and said, "Sure enough, his calligraphy has improved a little bit compared to yesterday. The improvement is much smaller than before, but it is incredible that he can maintain such a fast improvement at his level of calligraphy. No one in history has been able to do it."

"He is now truly the second best calligrapher in history, with a clear gap between him and the top calligraphers in history!"

Lin Shuang looked at the three words "The Road to Shu is Difficult" and paid attention to the origin of these three words: "The Road to Shu is Difficult, is it a Yuefu poem? I seem to have some impression of it."

Li Wenjun nodded: "Yes, I have some impression of it. It is the title of a Yuefu poem."

Huang Bo took a deep breath. He knew that the work Jiang Chen was going to write this time might not be simple.

The three frontier poems I wrote yesterday morning that are now masterpieces have silenced the entire Chinese literary world and no one dares to speak anymore.

But Jiang Chen did not rest. This morning he was still inspired and writing Yuefu poems live.

……

Rongcheng.

Yan Shouzhong came to the office early at this time, preparing to welcome Jiang Chen today.

At this time, authoritative figures in the liberal arts field from more than a dozen well-known domestic universities have come to Sichuan University for exchanges and learning.

Among them are the two stars of Shanghai, Shanghai Jiaotong University, Zhejiang University, Xiamen University, Jinling University, Chang'an Jiaotong University, as well as top universities such as Peking University and Shuimu University which are on the way.

Yan Shouzhong knew that in front of so many people in the circle, he had to show enough respect to Jiang Chen so that Jiang Chen would not forget his feelings for his alma mater, otherwise he might push Jiang Chen to another school.

Sichuan University missed this once-in-a-century opportunity.

Yan Shouzhong sat in his office, looking at the three characters "The Road to Shu is Difficult" written by Jiang Chen on the live screen, and said softly: "This calligraphy seems to have improved a little bit!"

The middle-aged man next to him, He Fusheng, took a sip of tea from his thermos cup and nodded: "Yes, every word is stunning, and every stroke is unique. In hundreds of years, Jiang Chen is the only calligraphy master who founded a school!"

He Fusheng, a middle-aged man, is a professor in the Chinese Department of Sichuan University. He graduated from the Chinese Department of Shuimu University and then returned to Sichuan University to teach.

He Fusheng's calligraphy is top-notch in the whole of Bashu. He is a nationally renowned calligrapher and is known as one of the calligraphers with the greatest hope of becoming a master of calligraphy.

Yan Shouzhong listened to He Fusheng's words, nodded, and then looked at a middle-aged man not far away: "Professor Liu, have you notified everyone?"

Professor Liu was Jiang Chen's class teacher when he was studying at Sichuan University. Recently, he has received great attention in the school because of Jiang Chen's sudden popularity.

After hearing what Yan Shouzhong said, Professor Liu immediately replied, "I have already notified them. All the students who used to be in the same class with Jiang Chen have replied that they will come back. I asked the class monitor to do the statistics."

Yan Shouzhong: "Well, that's good!"

Yan Shouzhong continued to look at the live broadcast screen, with a thoughtful look on his face. However, he put aside many of his thoughts and began to focus on Jiang Chen's work. He said softly, "The Road to Shu is Difficult, which is the title of a Yuefu poem! I didn't expect that Jiang Chen would write a poem called The Road to Shu is Difficult on the first morning after returning to Sichuan. It seems that he truly loves his hometown."

He Fusheng nodded: "With his talent, it shouldn't be difficult for him to write about his hometown. It is the most difficult to write sentences like "I see the green mountains are so charming, I think the green mountains see me the same way."

Professor Liu smiled and said, "Professor He still likes the song He Xinlang the best!"

He Fusheng nodded: "Yes, I like two of Jiang Chen's works the most, one is He Xinlang, and the other is Song of Everlasting Regret! He Xinlang is really full of life insights for my age. And Song of Everlasting Regret is the ultimate embodiment of Jiang Chen's talent in the field of poetry. This Song of Everlasting Regret really should be ranked first among the works of poetry genre."

"Back then, Xie Lingyun said that the world's talent is one stone, and Cao Zijian alone has eight buckets! This is even more true for Jiang Chen today! In this era, traditional culture is declining, and Jiang Chen alone can be said to have one stone of talent! The talent of all other literati combined is almost nothing."

He Fusheng's words made everyone in the office silent, with complicated expressions on their faces.

With these words, He Fusheng almost belittled all the literati of this era.

but.

They couldn't utter any rebuttal.

because!

Jiang Chen's calligraphy level, the ancient poems he wrote, and several modern poems are all several levels ahead of everyone else.

Jiang Chen's single word overwhelmed the entire Chinese calligraphy world.

Any random work of Jiang Chen is enough to crush the entire Chinese literary world today.

this is the truth.

There is only one stone of talent in the world today, and Jiang Chen has one of them.

Those who are dissatisfied after hearing this can only feel helpless and furious, unable to find any basis for rebuttal.

Yan Shouzhong said softly: "Fortunately, Jiang Chen is a student of our Sichuan University."

He Fusheng also smiled: "Not bad, fortunately, Jiang Chen is our student at Sichuan University."

At this time, on the live screen.

Jiang Chen's brush quickly moved on the white paper again.

The words appeared quickly again.

It seemed that Jiang Chen had already conceived the entire piece and was just writing it out quickly.

"Alas! How dangerous and high it is! The road to Shu is as difficult as climbing to the sky."

"Cancong and Yufu, how confused they were when they founded their country! For 48,000 years, there has been no human contact with the Qin frontier. To the west of Taibai there is a bird path that can cross the peak of Emei Mountain. The ground collapsed, the mountains were crushed, and the warriors died. Only then can the ladders and stone steps be connected to the sky."

Words appeared quickly on the white paper.

Yan Shouzhong, He Fusheng, Professor Liu, and several other professors also stood up, their faces somewhat solemn, following Jiang Chen's brush, reading out the words one by one.

He Fusheng murmured in a low voice: "It describes the difficulty of the Shu Road very well."

At this time, the number of people online in the live broadcast room exceeded one million, and the barrage of comments and reward messages never stopped.

"The road to Shu is harder than climbing to the sky! It's so realistic. I don't dare to walk on the road in my hometown. Every time I take a car, I feel like I'm on the edge of a cliff and I dare not look out the window."

"Lao Jiang's poems never disappoint."

"This poem once again demonstrates Lao Jiang's terrifying knowledge. I dare say that few people in the live broadcast room know who Cancong and Yufu are!"

"As soon as Lao Jiang came back, he wrote a poem called The Road to Shu is Difficult. It seems that he really loves his hometown..."

"Lao Jiang..."

……

Jiang Chen's writing hasn't stopped yet.

"Above, there is a high peak with six dragons circling the sun; below, there is a winding river with waves crashing against it. Even the yellow crane cannot fly over it; monkeys want to cross it but are worried about climbing over it. The green mud is winding, winding around the rocks and mountains with nine turns in a hundred steps. I touch the stars and the wells, and breathe heavily on my back; I put my hand on my chest and sit and sigh."

"When will you return from your journey to the east? I am afraid that the path is too steep to climb. I can only see sad birds crying in the old trees, the female flying and the male following each other in the forest. I also hear the cuckoo crying in the moonlit night, worrying about the empty mountain. The road to Shu is more difficult than climbing to the sky, and it makes people's faces turn pale when they hear this."

"The peaks are only a foot high, and withered pines hang upside down on the cliffs. Rapids and waterfalls compete with each other in noise, and rocks rolling down the cliffs are thundering. It is so dangerous, why do you come here from afar?"

"Jiangge is steep and rugged. One man guarding the pass can stop ten thousand men. Those guarding it may not be relatives, but they have turned into wolves and jackals. They avoid fierce tigers in the morning and long snakes in the evening. They grind their teeth and suck blood, killing people like hemp. Although Jincheng is said to be fun, it is better to return home early. The road to Shu is more difficult than climbing to the sky. I look westward and sigh!"

Once again, a long poem was written by Jiang Chen.

In the office of Sichuan University.

Yan Shouzhong, He Fusheng and others all stared with their eyes wide open. Professor Liu's face flushed with excitement, and he said softly, "It's so well written, and it feels so catchy to read. I still can't believe that Jiang Chen is my student. When people ask me if I'm Jiang Chen's teacher, I don't dare to admit it. I'm not even one ten-thousandth as good as him in calligraphy and poetry, and I'm embarrassed to tell others that I'm his university teacher."

Yan Shouzhong and He Fusheng glanced at Professor Liu and agreed with him.

He did not take advantage of being Jiang Chen's teacher to brag about himself, but kept a low profile. When the media came to interview him, he hid away and refused.

That's why Yan Shouzhong took the initiative to bring Professor Liu over.

If Professor Liu was a person who liked to take advantage of Teacher Jiang Chen's reputation to benefit himself, Yan Shouzhong would stay away from him.

……

Far away in the capital.

Huang Bo, Zhang Shuwen, Lin Shuang, and Li Wenjun were also watching Jiang Chen's live broadcast.

Watching Jiang Chen finish writing this poem "The Road to Shu is Difficult".

Lin Shuang said excitedly: "Another long poem. Jiang Chen is really amazing. He can easily handle long poems and seven-character quatrains. Not many people in the heyday of the Tang Dynasty could do this."

Zhang Shuwen nodded: "This article, The Difficult Road to Shu, really describes the difficulty of the road to Shu clearly. It also uses some allusions and writes about Jiang Chen's own story, expressing Jiang Chen's longing for his hometown. It feels like a sense of homesickness."

Huang Bo: "This poem is probably a temporary inspiration for Jiang Chen when he was at Jianmen Pass. Isn't the difficulty of the Shu Road referring to Jianmen Pass? This place was an impenetrable fortress thousands of years ago. Just like what Jiang Chen wrote, one man guarding the pass, ten thousand men cannot open it!"

"I am looking forward to this trip to Sichuan University."

Huang Bo's eyes were full of anticipation.

Li Wenjun, Lin Shuang, Zhang Shuwen and others were also full of expectations.

They are looking forward to meeting and communicating with Jiang Chen during this trip to Sichuan University, and are looking forward to whether Jiang Chen will bring them more surprises.

……

And on site.

After Jiang Chen finished writing, he put down the brush, indicating that he was done and would not write anymore.

Han Qing, Pu Yuexi and others hurried forward to help pack up, and carefully put away the poem "The Road to Shu is Difficult" with the ink still wet.

Several scenic spot managers nearby gathered around, everyone's face flushed with excitement, as if they were sitting at home and suddenly won the first prize.

"Jiang Chen, thank you for writing this poem for our scenic spot. Can we purchase the authorization? We want to print this poem "The Road to Shu is Difficult" at Jianmen Pass!"

"Jiang Chen, hearing about you is worse than meeting you in person. You are even better than what you see on the live broadcast."

"Jiang Chen, Jianmen Pass is always open to you. You can come anytime you want! Even in the middle of the night, we are open for you."

Several people came up and praised Jiang Chen excitedly.

Jiang Chen was very reasonable about authorization and nodded, "Authorization is no problem. Just prepare the contract and bring it to me for signature."

The scenic spot manager immediately said excitedly: "Okay, okay, I'll ask the legal department to prepare the contract. How about one million for the licensing fee?"

the person in charge asked cautiously.

A licensing fee of one million is already an extremely high price in the literary world.

They knew that the licensing fee Jiang Chen paid to Chang'an's Ancient City of Tang for the copyright of The Song of Everlasting Sorrow was one million.

It is just an authorized use, not a buyout, and there is no other copyright development.

Jiang Chen nodded: "Okay!"

One million, two million, Jiang Chen doesn’t care much.

The person in charge immediately said excitedly: "Okay, I'll go and draft the contract. I know where your B&B is, I'll come find you later."

Jiang Chen nodded, said nothing more, turned around and continued shopping.

Han Qing, Pu Yuexi and others quickly packed up their things, and then continued to follow Jiang Chen for a while. The live broadcast was still on, and the number of people online had exceeded 1.1 million, and then fell back to about 1 million.

Many viewers were talking about it.

"Write down wherever Jiang Chen goes. This wave of stunning wealth landed at Jianmen Pass."

"The road to Shu is difficult. Next time I must go and see how difficult the road to Shu is."

"Jiang Chen wrote a poem specifically about this place, The Road to Shu is Difficult, so we must go and see it."

"The road to Shu is difficult, harder than climbing to heaven! We must go and see it."

"The people in this scenic area have inexplicably gained a wave of wealth."

"Lao Jiang..."

……

After strolling around for a while, Jiang Chen took Han Qing and the others towards the B&B where they were staying.

On the way back, we walked for about another hour.

From a distance, Jiang Chen and Han Qing heard the surprised voices of the young couple. They were waiting for Jiang Chen at the door, and it was obvious that they had just watched Jiang Chen's live broadcast.

"Oh, Lao Jiang, when we went to bed last night, we agreed to get up early and go for a walk with you. In the end, I didn't get up and missed you writing poetry. I regret it so much."

"Jiang Chen, your writing about The Road to Shu is really amazing."

Jiang Chen smiled at her, whispered a thank you, and walked in together to have breakfast.

The boss had prepared breakfast a while ago, but Jiang Chen and his group had not returned, so they had not started eating.

The boss asked the young couple to eat first and then go out to play, but it was obvious that the couple would not wait for Jiang Chen.

It is impossible for the boss to eat by himself.

So, when Jiang Chen walked into the yard, he saw bowls of rice, porridge, soy milk, side dishes, fried dough sticks, and pancakes on the dining table.

"Oh, you guys are finally back. The food is almost getting cold."

The boss opened the bowls of food, which were still a little bit hot.

Jiang Chen: "Sorry, I'm back late. Actually, you can eat first and don't wait for me."

Boss: "I have nothing to do after eating, so I will definitely wait for you to come back before eating."

Several people sat down one after another.

Han Qing also turned off the live broadcast and went back to her room to carefully pack up the work Jiang Chen had just written to prevent it from being damaged, and then came out to eat together.

After dinner.

Jiang Chen, Han Qing, Pu Yuexi and their group were about to set off again, heading for Rongcheng.

It only takes a morning's journey from here to Chengdu.

If nothing unexpected happens.

Jiang Chen will be able to go home for lunch at noon.

(End of this chapter)