Goddesses? I just want them to get rewards!

Chapter 133: A person with lofty ambitions cannot achieve his goals without luck! Jiang Ning's chance to shine!
You know, Qin Baichuan is already a leading figure in the calligraphy world.

But Jiang Ning said that his handwriting was not quite good enough.

Mu Gongling was fine, as he knew Jiang Ning was very powerful.

Mu Binghan knows nothing about calligraphy. Although she thinks Jiang Ning is very good, Jiang Ning is still very young after all. When it comes to calligraphy, a field that requires years to cultivate, is he better than someone who has already reached the top of the field?
Mu Binghan was very curious.

But Mu Binghan definitely supports Jiang Ning, as she doesn’t even know Qin Baichuan.

However, Jiang Ning would give her surprises from time to time, so Mu Binghan was quite looking forward to it.

Fu Xuanhe already knew that Jiang Ning was the author of that calligraphy and painting, and that Jiang Ning's calligraphy and painting were very powerful, but he had not seen Jiang Ning in action yet, so he was looking forward to it. However, Fu Xuanhe couldn't help but have some thoughts in his heart. Jiang Ning said that Qin Baichuan's calligraphy was not so good. Wasn't he being a little arrogant?
Qin Chuan had a similar idea to Fu Xuanhe.

Jiang Ning, aren't you speaking a little too loudly?
Everyone thought Qin Baichuan would be angry, but he wasn't.

Instead, it was surprising that he asked excitedly: "Jiang Ning, what's wrong with it? I sincerely ask for your advice!"

Qin Baichuan looked eager to learn.

At first Jiang Ning thought that the old man would be unconvinced or even angry, but the result surprised him a little.

He is eighteen years old now, which is the age when he is careless and ready to ride his horse.

Just as: The spring breeze is blowing and the horse's hooves are in a hurry, and all the flowers in Chang'an can be seen in one day.

So, if you, Qin Baichuan, ask me to point out your bad points, then I will definitely say it.

Furthermore, he doesn't make a living from this business. If he gets into this business, according to the rules of this society, as a junior, he would need to serve tea and toast to a bunch of old guys, or even become their apprentice and learn skills. Even if you are very capable, you cannot just step out and overshadow their fame and reputation, because these old guys want face. They have gotten to this point, so they want you to be respectful and fawning. Even if you don't fawn on them, you cannot be too ostentatious and ignore them, otherwise where will the old guys save their face?

But Jiang Ning is not like that.

So, he just said, do whatever you want.

Besides, since Qin Baichuan had asked him to speak, Jiang Ning naturally would not be polite.

Jiang Ning said, "Your handwriting is heavier now, but not the kind with good strokes. It's probably because you are already in your twilight years, frail and frail, so your handwriting is also old, without the kind of refusing to admit defeat. I guess you have accepted your old age, and the poem "The Turtle's Longevity" is about an old man who refuses to admit defeat even when he is old. As the saying goes, a person may grow old at heart, but his mind is not old. Old sir, your mindset is not good. Since ancient times, heroes are like beauties, and they are not allowed to have white hair in the world!"

"Ah, yes, I am old! Old!"

Qin Baichuan was filled with emotion.

"Dad, don't say that, you're not old yet!"

Qin Chuan hurriedly walked over and said.

In fact, he already somewhat agreed with what Jiang Ning said.

In the past two years, my father sometimes sat in a recliner for hours. I didn't know what he was thinking about, and he looked listless. He was far from the vigor and vitality he had a few years ago.

Even though he was unwilling to admit it, his father Qin Baichuan was indeed old.

It's not just physical aging, it's also mental aging.

Spiritual aging is the most terrifying thing for a person, especially an old man. It means that he is no longer unwilling to admit defeat. He begins to accept old age and defeat, and begins to bow to the years or something he cannot get. From this moment on, his energy and spirit are gone all at once, as if his spine had been pulled out, and his whole body collapses.

"Xiaochuan, you don't need to say more."

Qin Baichuan sighed: "I am indeed old!"

Jiang Ning's feeling was indeed correct. When he first saw the old man, he looked weak and old, and his eyes were cloudy. In the final analysis, his heart was old and his eyes had lost their luster.

Qin Baichuan said: "I seem to have accepted my old age, so the words I write also have a tendency to be gloomy, right?"

"Correct."

Jiang Ning: "Although the turtle is old, it should be written with a momentum that no one will give in!"

Jiang Ning picked up a brush.

This brush is not an ordinary brush. Jiang Ning used it in Haicheng last time. It was also a Hu brush.

When Qin Baichuan saw that he was about to write, he stepped aside and helped him spread out new rice paper.

Fu Xuanhe and the others were watching from behind.

Especially Fu Xuanhe and Qin Chuan, they had never seen Jiang Ning writing in person, so they were also very curious and approached.

Jiang Ning dipped the brush in ink and began to write the three words "龟虽寿" (turtle longevity) on a blank piece of rice paper.

Jiang Ning is now young in mentality and full of energy.

To describe it with a few lines from the great man's "Nian Nu Jiao Kunlun", that is: Out of nowhere, the vast Kunlun, seeing all the spring beauty in the world. Three million jade dragons flew up, stirring up the cold all over the sky!
He is now very prosperous, in his prime, or even not yet in his heyday!
Therefore, he also wrote the three words "龟虽寿" with great weight, as if they were about to burst through the rice paper, full of energy and strength.

In fact, it's more aggressive than what he originally wrote.

People's mentality will change. Jiang Ning's mentality has indeed changed. It is completely different from when he was writing at Mu Gongling's house before.

"it is good!"

“This word is great!”

When Qin Baichuan saw Jiang Ning's words, he shouted excitedly twice.

Mu Gongling also said excitedly: "This calligraphy is better than the previous one! It is so majestic!"

"Great!"

Fu Xuanhe was also shocked.

Qin Chuan remained silent. Compared to Fu Xuanhe who was a pure connoisseur, he was a person who delved into calligraphy, so he knew how good Jiang Ning's handwriting was at that moment. His father Qin Baichuan's handwriting was right next to it. Comparing the two, his father's handwriting did seem gloomy, while Jiang Ning's handwriting was so powerful!
Mu Binghan didn't say anything either, she just watched beside Jiang Ning. She didn't understand the characters, but she felt that Jiang Ning's handwriting was indeed better than Qin Baichuan's.

Has Jiang Ning's calligraphy reached this level?
But Jiang Ning is not done yet.

He was not satisfied with just writing three words, so he continued writing.

Although the tortoise has a longevity, there is still time.

……

Lao Ji Fuping, ambition of thousands of miles.

The martyrs are young and strong.

……

Fortunately, even swearing, the song is ambiguous.

After finishing writing, Jiang Ning put down his brush. He completed it in one go without any delay, because he had the momentum and could write it down in one breath.

It's like a dragon and a snake rising up, writing thousands of miles.

"it is good!"

"I am ashamed to say that I am far inferior to this character!"

Qin Baichuan shouted again, and at this moment, all his energy and spirit returned.

"An old horse in the stable still has ambitions to run a thousand miles, and a martyr in his old age still has ambitions!"

"I have fallen in these few years!"

All the tiredness in Qin Baichuan disappeared at this moment, and he became very energetic.

Mu Gongling said: "Old senior, people can grow old, but their hearts cannot grow old!"

This old man Mu Gongling is still very strong. He is the only one who looks so energetic with a head full of white hair.

"Haha, that's right!"

Qin Baichuan laughed out loud.

"What a powerful word, it can be said that it is so powerful that it can reach the sky!"

Fu Xuanhe spoke, he was really surprised.

I'm not exaggerating, but Jiang Ning's calligraphy is indeed like this, and it is more powerful than the "Gui Sui Shou" written earlier.

And Fu Xuanhe finally saw Jiang Ning take action.

He is a true master of calligraphy.

That’s right, he is only eighteen years old!
It would be strange if Fu Xuanhe was not shocked. He thought that his daughter was only seventeen years old and in her third year of high school, but Jiang Ning was only eighteen years old and had already reached this level.

As for Qin Chuan next to him, it was even more so. When he saw Jiang Ning's words, he was dumbfounded and convinced.

Qin Baichuan kept looking at Jiang Ning's words, and the more he looked, the more he couldn't take his eyes away.

"Jiang Ning, your calligraphy is probably the best in the country!"

Calligraphy is something that only the Chinese people respect. Although there are many people in the East Asian cultural circle who practice Chinese calligraphy, calligraphy has always been something that the Chinese people respect. Before Chinese civilization became the mainstream in the world, Jiang Ning's calligraphy was the best in the country, which was equivalent to being the best in the world.

When Qin Baichuan said he was afraid, he was actually just being polite. He had lived for more than ninety years and was already known as the number one calligrapher. How could he not know who else was good at calligraphy in China?

Indeed, it’s gone!
So Jiang Ning is already number one in the country!

Jiang Ning said: "Old sir, number one in the country, that's a big deal, I just wrote it casually, it can't be accepted by the public!"

"Ha ha……"

Qin Baichuan laughed. In fact, from Jiang Ning's current handwriting, it can be seen that he is definitely very aggressive and full of youthful vigor, even with a soaring momentum. Now he is just being polite to the old man. However, Qin Baichuan naturally would not say anything, because he was like this when he was young, but he has grown old over the years, and his mentality has also become old.

However, Jiang Ning saw through the truth but didn't say it out loud. The surprise and shock he gave Qin Baichuan was too great!
At this time, Qin Baichuan said: "Jiang Ning, can you leave this painting "Turtle's Longevity" to me?"

Qin Baichuan's eyes were eager and hungry.

Jiang Ning: "It's just a few words. Take it, old man!"

"Thank you so much, old man!"

Qin Baichuan was quite excited, but Mu Gongling couldn't take his eyes off Jiang Ning's newly written "Turtle's Longevity". This calligraphy was obviously better than the last one! Mu Gongling even wondered if Jiang Ning hadn't exerted his strength last time, but he exerted it here?

So envious!

But at this moment, Qin Baichuan next to him suddenly realized something.

"Oops! I forgot!"

He patted his thigh.

"Dad, what did you forget?"

Qin Chuan was surprised, and he suddenly discovered that his father's mental state had improved.

Qin Baichuan said quickly: "Jiang Ning came to our house, and he hasn't even sat down or had a glass of water yet, but he's already writing here! Xiaochuan, quickly bring out my Golden Gourd Tribute Tea!"

"okay!"

Qin Chuan didn't think much about it and hurried to make tea.

Golden Gourd Tribute Tea, because the tea leaves are made into pumpkin shape, the tea buds are golden in color, and it was also offered as tribute to the imperial court in ancient times, so it is called "Golden Gourd Tribute Tea".

Jiang Ning drank the mother tree Dahongpao at Mu Gongling's house last time.

There are only six mother Dahongpao tea trees left in the world, and they have been listed on the World Heritage List, making them a national treasure.

As for Jinggua Gongcha, it is known as the emperor of Pu'er tea and is also a precious tea variety like its mother tree Dahongpao.

The Pu'er tea that ordinary people drink is just average.

What Qin Baichuan has here is naturally not ordinary.

At this time, Qin Baichuan hurriedly asked Jiang Ning to sit down, and was also very polite. He gave up the main seat and sat on an equal footing with him.

Jiang Ning was a little uncomfortable at first, but when he thought that he might have to deal with situations in the future, he just got used to it and took it lightly.

The tea was brewed soon.

The tea Qin Chuan brewed this time was not as particular as the one Mu Binghan's grandmother brewed last time, but it was not casual either, and still involved some skill.

Soon, the rich aroma of tea filled the living room.

Qin Chuan originally wanted to pour tea for Jiang Ning, but Qin Baichuan came in person.

Jiang Ning said, "Old man, how can this be possible?" However, Jiang Ning did not actually make any physical movements.

Generally speaking, when faced with this kind of situation, Chinese people would say: Oh, how can this be done? It’s not possible, not possible, and then quickly decline.

This way of speaking and doing things is called "worldly ways" in written language, and "being bored" in common language.

Jiang Ning doesn't like this.

However, once you enter the world, you have no choice.

When he becomes powerful in the future, he won’t want to say a word.

Qin Baichuan was a nice guy. When he poured tea for Jiang Ning, he said, "Everyone has their own specializations. Your calligraphy is better than mine, so it's only right for me, an old man, to pour tea for you!"

"Old sir, I won't be polite then!"

"Haha, you're welcome!"

Qin Baichuan said: "Young people, don't learn the ways of the elders. Young people, you should charge when you need to, and be aggressive when you can! When I was young, you probably didn't know how aggressive I was!"

Qin Baichuan said that when he was young, he fell in love with a calligrapher's daughter, and then he went directly to challenge his father-in-law, and wrote to him so convincingly that he even cursed, "Old man, am I worthy of your daughter?"

As he spoke, Qin Baichuan laughed out loud. It could be said that his energy and spirit had returned, and his movements were much more agile.

The calligrapher's daughter he mentioned should be his wife, but now it is a black and white photo, on the tablet at the back of the living room.

Jiang Ning took a quick glance when he came in just now.

Jiang Ning smiled and said, "Old man, this momentum is indeed strong!"

"That's natural. If a young man is lifeless and timid, what will happen? If a young man has no youthfulness, what's the difference between him and a dead person?"

Qin Baichuan laughed out loud. The old man and the young were chatting there. No one else could speak, except Mu Gongling, who came in to say something from time to time.

We chatted for about half an hour.

Qin Baichuan suddenly thought of something.

He said: "Jiang Ning, you are also very good at painting!"

"I have some knowledge of painting!" Jiang Ning nodded slightly.

Qin Baichuan said: "In my opinion, it is comparable to calligraphy!"

Jiang Ning: “Almost.”

Wonderful painting, ultimate skill.

Qin Baichuan said again: "Jiang Ning, do you want to paint?"

"Sir, please speak."

Jiang Ning knew what he wanted to say.

Qin Baichuan said: "The higher-ups wanted me to work with a Chinese painting master. He would paint and I would write. This Chinese painting master is an old friend of mine, but his health is worse than mine and he can no longer walk, so it was put on hold for a long time."

Jiang Ning suddenly realized, and asked: "What kind of painting do you need?"

“You can think of Chinese paintings about mountains, rivers, sun and moon as pictures of rivers and mountains.”

Qin Baichuan smiled and said, "Young people should also rise with the wind and soar straight up!"

Mu Gongling on the side suddenly realized what Qin Baichuan meant. Qin Baichuan wanted to push Jiang Ning onto the stage.

Someone of Jiang Ning's level should definitely not be buried!

Mu Binghan was the same. She was shocked. After hearing what Qin Baichuan said, how could she not know the importance of the Jiangshan Map that Qin Baichuan mentioned?
Jiang Ning, is he already so powerful?
Jiang Ning asked: "How big is this painting?"

Jiang Ning thought that if the article wasn't too long, he could just go over and do a few tricks.

Qin Baichuan: "It's 53 feet long and 16 feet wide! Hmm... it's really not small!"

He said it does take a lot of time.

At 13 feet long, this piece of art is really quite large. Using a normal-sized brush dipped in ink, it would take a long time to finish.

Jiang Ning was surprised: "So big?"

But think about it, no wonder it is called Jiangshantu. Isn't it that all the vast rivers and mountains are included in the painting?
Qin Baichuan smiled and said, "Because it is to be placed in a relatively important place, the length of this article cannot be small."

Mu Gongling said: "Jiang Ning, you have to draw this! There won't be many opportunities!"

There are many talented people in the world, but without a stage, they will not be able to succeed. This is the importance of opportunity.

There is an old saying: Even if a person has lofty ambitions, he cannot achieve them without luck!
This is the truth.

Opportunity is important, and stage is also important.

Jiang Ning actually roughly understood the situation now.

It sounds like this painting is very important. If he can complete it, he will become famous and he can also show off his talents.

But isn’t this thing too big?

It is five zhang and three feet long, which is 15.9 meters.

It is 4.8 feet wide, which is meters.

Great!

For a normal painting, you may not be able to finish it even if you paint for several days and nights.

But Jiang Ning thought again and it seemed possible.

In fact, Jiang Ning has only made a small progress in the development of the skill "Miraculous Painting".

He just painted ink paintings and figure paintings.

However, all paintings are collectively called Chinese painting, which is a very large category.

As for technique, Jiang Ning is also good at splashing ink.

What is ink splashing?
When it comes to landscape painting, especially when it comes to large-scale paintings, splashing ink is more appropriate and faster.

The painting style in "A Chinese Odyssey" is to splash the ink and it all depends on your ability.

As for Jiang Ning, he can definitely handle it.

He is a master of painting, and his skills are at least among the top 20 in history!
In this regard, Jiang Ning thought, it wouldn’t hurt to give it a try!
Otherwise, would I hide such amazing skills and then eat dirt?
Brothers, you should also show off a little!
"Jiang Ning, what do you think?"

Qin Baichuan asked again.

Jiang Ning nodded, "I think it's okay, when?"

"If you agree, it will take this time, but the length of this piece is so long that I'm afraid the painting process will take some time!"

"Then let's start the day after tomorrow!"

Jiang Ning thought about it and decided not to waste too much time as he had to go back later. He was not used to staying here all the time and interacting with those old guys.

It’s better to fight quickly and decisively.

With his current ability, splashing ink can be done very quickly!
"The day after tomorrow is convenient for you?"

"convenient!"

"Okay! Then I'll recommend you today!"

Qin Baichuan laughed.

Fu Xuanhe on the other side was quite shocked. The main reason was that Qin Baichuan and his friend, a master of traditional Chinese painting, were both masters in their two fields. You know, the calligraphy and painting that the two of them participated in was a national-level creation. And now, it was said that the master of traditional Chinese painting had some dementia and could not distinguish people and could not walk. Qin Baichuan asked Jiang Ning to take over. You can imagine the burden this brought!

But Jiang Ning, is he at this level?

This is a national stage!

But Fu Xuanhe thought of the painting he saw yesterday and the words he just read.

Jiang Ning is an expert in both calligraphy and painting, a real all-rounder!

Not to be underestimated!

It was Fu Xuanhe who had a preconceived idea.

Jiang Ning stayed at Qin Baichuan's house for more than two hours, and then Qin Baichuan invited him to dinner at a big hotel.

Qin Baichuan treated Jiang Ning the same way as he did Mu Gongling and let Jiang Ning sit in the main seat.

But this time Jiang Ning didn't do that. He sat next to the main seat.

By the time we said goodbye, it was already past three in the afternoon.

At this time, Fu Xuanhe drove Jiang Ning and others to Mu Gongling's house.

After Jiang Ning got off the car, Fu Xuanhe asked Jiang Ning for his phone number, and Jiang Ning gave it to him.

Fu Xuanhe is not an ordinary person. It is a good thing for him to make some friends when he goes out.

So Jiang Ning exchanged phone numbers with the other party.

"Mr. Jiang, is it convenient for us to have dinner tomorrow?"

"no problem!"

"Haha, that's what I said!"

Fu Xuanhe smiled and said, "Xiao Han, shall we go tomorrow too?"

"Okay, Uncle Fu."

Mu Binghan calls Fu Xuanhe uncle. They have met more than once. Fu Xuanhe would come to visit during the Chinese New Year and other festivals. However, he did not come to visit his father, but to visit Mu Gongling, because he likes to collect some calligraphy and paintings.

Then Fu Xuanhe drove away.

He has to meet up with friends later.

Not long after, Fu Xuanhe met his old friend.

Yu Minghua.

"Lao Fu! Long time no see!"

Yu Minghua was also quite excited when he saw his friend.

Fu Xuanhe smiled and said, "Sorry to have kept you waiting for so long!"

Fu Xuanhe and Yu Minghua were college classmates. After college, they went their separate ways and met occasionally. The longest time they met was more than a year.

When the two met, Fu Xuanhe started talking about what happened today about Jiang Ning.

"At only 18 years old, you have achieved so much?"

Yu Minghua was also surprised after hearing this.

An eighteen-year-old boy’s calligraphy is better than that of the masters in the field?

Yu Minghua had no contact with calligraphy, so naturally he didn't understand it very well.

But no matter how you put it, it is indeed exaggerated for a young man to be on par with the top stars in a field!

"Old Fu, are you kidding? When we were eighteen, we hadn't even thought about what we were going to do in the future!"

"No kidding, this young man is indeed beyond the reach of others. We must know that geniuses do exist in this world, and geniuses among geniuses also exist! This person today is a natural talent! Mr. Qin Baichuan wants to cooperate with him to create a painting for use in the exhibition. This is already a national-level stage, which is countless times better than wealth and glory! Ordinary people can't even get in touch with such people!"

"Then this boy is amazing!"

Yu Minghua no longer doubted it and just said, "Old Fu, take me to meet this peerless young man when the time comes!"

(End of this chapter)