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Chapter 280 279. Those are not words that should appear in the mortal world!
this moment!
Countless eyes were fixed on Jiang Chen's hands and the brush in his hand.

Everyone is looking forward to what kind of work Jiang Chen will write.

The last time Jiang Chen wrote Yueyang Tower Notes was when he first arrived in southern Hunan. Half a month has passed since then.

Many people suddenly feel strange when they think of this...

It’s only been half a month!

Why do they feel that Jiang Chen hasn't written any poetry for a long time?
For the ancient literati and poets, if they could write a few works that would be passed down through the ages in their lifetime, it would be considered a huge success. From then on, their names would go down in history and leave their footprints in the literary world for thousands of years.

Even for those top writers, if they can write a popular masterpiece in one or two years, they are already considered prolific.

only……

Jiang Chen had written dozens of poems in the previous month, each of which was enough to be passed down through the ages and become a masterpiece of the era, giving many people an illusion.

seem.

It's normal for Jiang Chen to be like this.

But at this time, many people thought about it carefully and suddenly realized.

Jiang Chen's behavior is abnormal.

Jiang Chen was the most abnormal one, as he wrote almost one poem a day before, and sometimes even wrote several masterpieces a day.

Even if Jiang Chen only writes one piece of work every half a month now, it is already super productive.

Li Zheng, who was far away in Shanghai, was watching Jiang Chen's live broadcast with Qin Hanming.

Qin Hanming said softly, "I haven't seen Jiang Chen write anything for more than ten days. I'm not used to it anymore. It seems like something important is missing in this world."

Li Zheng looked around and said with a smile: "You are indeed missing a lot of things here."

A bitter smile also appeared on Qin Hanming's face.

The works that Jiang Chen had left with him had been transported away by a special vehicle sent by Sichuan University. Even his painting "Merciful Farmers" had been temporarily borrowed by Sichuan University.

Therefore, this room, which was originally used to store Jiang Chen's works, is now empty.

of course……

In fact, the original painting of Jiang Chen's "Song of the Drunken Master" that Li Zheng bought was also borrowed by Sichuan University.

Sichuan University has collected all the works written by Jiang Chen and wants to hold an exhibition of Jiang Chen's works in Chengdu. This will also be the most comprehensive exhibition of Jiang Chen's works in a short period of time.

Qin Hanming and Li Zheng will both go to the scene to take a look.

after all!

Every one of Jiang Chen's works is something they covet.

Being able to gather so many excellent works together is definitely the most rare event in today's literary world. I am afraid that many domestic universities and literary giants will go to the exhibition to see what a grand spectacle it will be when all of Jiang Chen's works are gathered together.

For many traditional culture enthusiasts, this is an absolutely rare opportunity.

This is because, if Sichuan University had not come forward to gather them together, they would never have had the opportunity to appreciate so many of Jiang Chen’s works, including several works that have astonished over one billion people, such as "Xia Ke Xing", "Song of Everlasting Regret", "Song of Water Melody" and so on!

These works are enough to attract anyone who has learned Chinese to watch them once.

Anyone who can appreciate the beauty of Chinese literature will not miss it.

The two stopped talking.

Because, in the live broadcast.

The brush in Jiang Chen's hand slowly fell on the paper.

Two words appeared quickly.

Autumn Poems.

Both are slightly cool, yet convey a vibrant temperament.

The brush in Jiang Chen's hand quickly passed over the paper, as if a stream of fairy air was floating by. Every word was so elegant and beautiful.

Qin Hanming and Li Zheng both stood up at the same time, staring at the words Jiang Chen wrote without blinking.

They no longer cared about the content, they just looked at Jiang Chen's every stroke, which in their eyes was art among arts.

……

In Chengdu.

Yan Shouzhong, Yan Yiqing and his son, as well as Zhang Shuwen who came to report to Sichuan University were also in the exhibition hall of Sichuan University at this time, watching Jiang Chen's live broadcast.

They were just organizing Jiang Chen's works while watching Jiang Chen's live broadcast.

Although, Jiang Chen hasn't written anything for more than ten days.

However, they still did not miss Jiang Chen’s daily live broadcast. They basically watched it to the end and would not stop until Jiang Chen went off the air.

This is also one of the reasons why Jiang Chen’s live broadcast room has such a high number of online users.

"Good word!"

Yan Yiqing stared at the words written by Jiang Chen on the live broadcast screen.

Every stroke of that book held great appeal to him.

Zhang Shuwen also looked over quickly, his body stiffened for a moment, and then he moved closer, wanting to see more clearly, and whispered, "This word..."

Zhang Shuwen didn't know how to describe it for a moment.

because!

All the words of praise for calligraphy in his heart were not enough to describe how he felt when he saw the words written by Jiang Chen.

Every stroke of Jiang Chen's writing seemed to come from heaven and was not something that should exist in the human world.

Even the calligraphy of the legendary calligrapher Wang Youjun is slightly inferior to Jiang Chen's.

Although!

Just a little bit inferior.

but.

This slight change is a qualitative change.

It is a flight beyond the mortal world.

Although Wang Youjun's calligraphy is regarded as the best throughout the ages, it is ultimately just mortal calligraphy that everyone can touch.

Many calligraphers after Wang Youjun also have the hope of catching up and even the possibility of surpassing Wang Youjun.

But now, looking at the words written by Jiang Chen.

Zhang Shuwen felt that no one could surpass Jiang Chen's calligraphy.

It was impossible before and it will never happen in the future.

because!

This is not what should happen in the human world.

It was Jiang Chen who brought such wonderful art to the world.

However, God will not allow another person to comprehend such wonderful and extraordinary art.

The people in the live broadcast seemed to have turned into sculptures.

Li Wenjun, Wang Fei, Qin Xuerong and Yan Ruyu were the ones who understood calligraphy best. At this moment, they all opened their eyes wide, as if they had seen the most incredible thing.

Han Qing, Sophia, Pu Yuexi and others also felt something different. Looking at the words Jiang Chen was writing, they felt that Jiang Chen's handwriting seemed to be more beautiful than before. Every stroke had a sense of cloud and mist, as if it was not real, but it was so amazing upon closer inspection.

So lovely!
This is what they all thought.

This is also the thought of the vast majority of people in the live broadcast room.

Among tens of millions of viewers, it would be amazing if there were a few thousand people who understood calligraphy. The other 99.99% of the audience did not understand it.

However, people who do not understand calligraphy can also see the transcendental beauty in Jiang Chen's writing, making them feel the same amazement as when they first saw Jiang Chen write "Song of Water Melody", as if that was not a work that should exist in this world, but a work that fell from the sky to the mortal world, and every word contained fairy spirit.

Jiang Chen's calligraphy at this time gave them this sense of amazement, and there was a sense of fairy spirit brewing in it.

"Autumn Words!"

"Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely. I say that autumn is better than spring."

"A crane rowing above the clouds in a clear sky will bring poetry to the blue sky."

A short poem. But.

The area around Jiang Chen was extremely quiet!

Li Wenjun, Yan Ruyu, Wang Fei, and Qin Xuerong's hands were trembling slightly. They wanted to touch the words written by Jiang Chen, but they did not dare to move.

The live broadcast room was instantly filled with comments.

"The handwriting is so beautiful that I feel like I don't need to eat after reading it."

"It's well written, the handwriting is so beautiful, I haven't read the content yet."

"The content is also well written. It goes against the ancient custom of mourning autumn and praises autumn. It's very good."

"I really like autumn. It's neither too hot nor too cold. It's not as hot as summer, not as humid as spring, and not as cold as winter. Autumn is the most comfortable season."

"Good poetry, good calligraphy, especially the calligraphy, it's simply divine."

"I personally think that Jiang's calligraphy is the best in history, surpassing Wang Youjun. This poem doesn't feel like it was written by an ordinary person."

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"Old Jiang is still the same old Jiang. I thought his calligraphy might have deteriorated after not writing for more than ten days, but I didn't expect it to improve. He is really a god, a god of calligraphy."

"Lao Jiang, awesome!"

"Old Jiang..."

…………

The barrage was dense.

Li Wenjun, Yan Ruyu, Han Qing, Qin Xuerong, and Wang Fei quickly woke up.

Li Wenjun was just about to finish grinding the ink and help Jiang Chen put away the poem he had just written.

but……

Han Qing and Yan Ruyu reached out and held Li Wenjun's hand at the same time.

Han Qing kissed Li Wenjun and shook her head, looking at Jiang Chen's hand.

Li Wenjun, Wang Fei, Qin Xuerong, and Sophia all looked at Jiang Chen's hand at the same time and found that Jiang Chen's hand was still holding the brush and he did not put it down after finishing writing the poem.

That means...

Jiang Chen hasn’t finished writing yet!

He still has to write.

Li Wenjun continued to grind the ink quickly.

Han Qing and Yan Ruyu carefully picked up the autumn poem written by Jiang Chen and put it aside, weighing it down with a paperweight. Then they carefully stepped aside, trying not to make any noise to disturb Jiang Chen.

The barrage of comments in the live broadcast room broke out again, densely packed.

All the old viewers of Jiang Chen’s live broadcast room noticed that Jiang Chen’s hand had not yet put down the brush, it was not over yet!
Jiang Chen still has to write!
Li Zheng and Qin Hanming from Shanghai, and Zhang Shuwen, Yan Yiqing, Yan Shouzhong and others from Sichuan University couldn't help but hold their breath in front of the live broadcast, as if they were afraid that their heavy breathing would affect Jiang Chen who was far away in Xiangbei.

Jiang Chen held a brush in one hand, looked towards the Yangtze River in the distance, and asked softly, "Xiao Qingzi, where is this place?"

Han Qing quickly replied: "Chibi!"

Jiang Chen nodded gently, turned around to look at Han Qing, Yan Ruyu, Li Wenjun and the others, and smiled: "Do you know what happened here before?"

Han Qing thought about it for a moment.

Yan Ruyu quickly replied, "During the Three Kingdoms period, a battle of Red Cliffs took place here. Cao Cao led an army of 800,000 southwards, wanting to unify the world. Sun Quan and Liu Bei had no choice but to unite and fight Cao Cao to the death at Red Cliffs. At that time, Zhou Yu, who was under Sun Quan's command, used fire attacks to destroy Cao Cao's 800,000 troops at Red Cliffs."

"From then on, Cao Cao lost the possibility of unifying the world in a short period of time, and the Sima family took advantage of it. It can be said that the Battle of Chibi cut off the possibility of the Cao family becoming emperor."

Jiang Chen looked at the rolling Yangtze River and the battlefield of the Battle of Chibi, as if he saw the great battle involving hundreds of thousands of people that took place here during the Three Kingdoms period.

The history of the Three Kingdoms is a history that is well known to everyone.

As soon as Yan Ruyu said this, Han Qing and Pu Yuexi at the scene all remembered it.

Tens of millions of viewers in the live broadcast room also thought of it.

But Jiang Chen did not continue talking. He turned around and dipped the brush in ink.

Li Wenjun began to grind the ink quickly and seriously.

Yan Ruyu stopped talking and looked at Jiang Chen quietly with Han Qing, Qin Xuerong and others.

Jiang Chen's brush quickly fell on the white paper.

A few words appeared quickly.

Nian Nujiao!
Three words appeared.

Yan Ruyu, Li Wenjun, Wang Fei, and Qin Xuerong's eyes all lit up.

They knew that this was an ancient poetry tune and that Jiang Chen was going to write an ancient poetry tune.

Compared to Jiang Chen's equally top-notch ancient poems, they prefer Jiang Chen's ancient lyrics.

Because ancient poems are easier to read and give people a very refreshing feeling.

Moreover, the ancient poems that Jiang Chen wrote before, such as Lang Tao Sha Ling, Yu Lin Ling, Yu Mei Ren, Ru Zui Hua Yin, He Xin Lang, etc., each of them is impossible to forget, because every sentence is written into the bones and soul of every Chinese who learns Chinese.

The beauty of Chinese literature exists in the soul of culture and can never be forgotten.

Zhang Shuwen, who was far away at Sichuan University, murmured in a low voice: "Are you going to write about Red Cliff?"

The next second, several words continued to appear.

Nian Nujiao, reminiscing about the past at Chibi!
Yan Yiqing, Yan Shouzhong, and Zhang Shuwen stopped talking immediately and stared at Jiang Chen's brush.

Although they were looking forward to Jiang Chen's masterpiece, they were actually more concerned about Jiang Chen's calligraphy itself.

because!

The calligraphy written by Jiang Chen today has truly surpassed Wang Youjun a little bit. This is a true witness to history and also the creation of history.

In this day and age, it is no exaggeration to say that this is a miracle.

Yan Yiqing's eyes were a little red.

Jiang Chen's brush moved quickly.

Those words, which seemed not to be of this world, quickly appeared on the paper.

Everyone who sees it feels relaxed and happy, as if they have experienced a supreme enjoyment, and as if their soul has been cleansed from the depths of their being.

"The river flows eastward, the waves wash away all the heroes of the ages."

"To the west of the old fortress, people say it is the Red Cliff of Zhou Lang in the Three Kingdoms Period."

"Rocks penetrated the sky, stormy waves crashed on the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were rolled up."

"Picturesque, a moment how many hero."

The words appeared one by one as if falling from the sky.

Everyone who read these words couldn't help but gasp.

I just felt a sense of grandeur coming towards me, which could not be ignored at all. It was as if I was standing in the perspective of God, looking down at the world and all living beings, as if I saw every outstanding figure that had appeared in this Chinese land over the past thousand years.

Zhang Shuwen couldn't help but whispered in praise: "Good, well written, very well written!"

Yan Yiqing and Yan Shouzhong also had flushed faces and were very excited.

Li Wenjun's movements of grinding ink at the scene became stiff, and his eyes were fixed on Jiang Chen, who was concentrating, and on the brush in Jiang Chen's hand.

Yan Ruyu, Han Qing, Qin Xuerong, Wang Fei and the others were also extremely silent, staring blankly at Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen dipped his brush in ink and continued writing without stopping.

Each word was written in one breath, as if it was not written stroke by stroke, but was written in one stroke.

"I recall the days when Gongjin was young, Xiao Qiao was just married, and he was handsome and heroic. With a feather fan and a silk scarf, he could destroy the masts and oars in the midst of laughter and chat. I am lost in thought about my homeland, and the sentimental people would laugh at me for having gray hair at an early age. Life is like a dream, and I will pour a cup of wine to the moon over the river."

Finished.

Jiang Chen slowly put down the brush.

There was silence.

The number of viewers in the live broadcast room has reached more than 60 million.

(End of this chapter)