Rebirth Lord of Time and Space

Chapter 301
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Zhang Dingshan is a great Confucianist in the world and a figure in the Taishan Beidou in the cultural circle.

This year, he is 16 years old. He was admitted to Yenching University at the age of 26, and became the youngest professor at Yenching University at the age of [-]. He is really a young genius, a young man, and in his later years, he will become a master of the generation, respected by others, and popular in the world.

Back then, the teacher of Wang Rufeng and Xu Zitao beside him at Yanda University was Zhang Dingshan.

The last time he was ridiculed by Li Chunqiu in public at Haizhou No. [-] Middle School, one can imagine the anger in his heart. In the Chinese academic circle, in terms of reputation and status, the only person who can surpass Li Chunqiu is Zhang Dingshan.

What made him even more annoyed was that Lin Fei, at such a young age, dared to despise authority, challenged him in public, and made him lose face in front of everyone. How could he not be angry?
Today, he brought Xu Zitao to visit Zhang Dingshan, hoping to get the teacher's help, or use the teacher's influence to save face.

At this moment, when he saw Lin Fei sitting on the main seat, looking at him with a smile that was not a smile, the feeling in his heart was not to mention how complicated it was.

Anger, horror, doubt... All kinds of emotions are intertwined, making his face unpredictable and uncertain.

Seeing this, Zhang Dingshan hurriedly said with concern: "Confucian style, you don't look very good recently, you should pay more attention to your body. I remember correctly, you are over 70 this year."

Wang Rufeng tried his best to suppress his emotions, and said respectfully, "The student is in his seventies."

"72? It's been 50 years since you graduated, and we're all old!" Zhang Dingshan exclaimed.

At that time, he was proud of his youth. At the age of 26, he was a professor of the Faculty of Arts of Yenching University. Wang Rufeng was the first student he led.

"Who said it wasn't."

Wang Rufeng perfunctory absent-mindedly, with a gloomy face all the time, looked at Lin Fei, finally couldn't help it, and asked:
"Teacher, this is..."

Only then did Zhang Dingshan recover from the memory, and said excitedly:
"Confucian style, let me introduce a little friend to you. This is Mr. Lin Fei. He scored 760 points in the college entrance examination. He is an all-rounder. He is proficient in poetry, painting, and music, and he is proficient in everything!"

Zhang Dingshan's excited expression is like a child buying a favorite toy and eager to share it with his best friend.

'This kid is actually a friend with the teacher? '

Wang Rufeng knew exactly how high-spirited Mr. Zhang was. Looking at China, there were really few people he could call friends.

But because of this, the resentment and jealousy in his heart became more intense.

I can't even hide it,

On the spot, he said eccentrically:
"It turned out to be the teacher's friend, and that is my friend. If there is a chance, we should get close."

Lin Fei understood the meaning of his words.

'close close?Is this trying to teach me a lesson?You deserve it too! '

Lin Fei sneered in his heart, this old boy is still overthinking himself, and he is like a car with his arms, so don't blame him.

Zhang Dingshan didn't understand the tricks in the middle, so he took over the conversation and said, "Yes, you are all well-educated people, so you should communicate more."

Suddenly, Wang Rufeng took a copybook from behind and made a humble gesture: "Teacher, I came in a hurry this time, and I didn't prepare any gifts, so I just wrote a picture and gave it to the teacher."

"Come here, what gift do you bring?"

Zhang Dingshan smiled, and turned around: "However, your kid's handwriting is amazing, and you can sell it for more than one hundred thousand. This is not a gift for me, it's obviously a gift of money."

"The teacher has won the award. Knowing that the teacher is good at calligraphy and painting, the students are following what they like."

Wang Rufeng was very modest on his lips, but also slightly proud in his heart. His calligraphy has reached the level of a master, and his proficiency is so good that he is well-known throughout the three provinces of Jiangnan.

Zhang Dingshan really loves calligraphy, and he is not polite at the moment. Besides, it is reasonable and reasonable for the students to give their own copybooks to the teacher.

He took the copybook, observed it, and his eyes suddenly changed:
"This is a copy of Huai Su's "Self-narrative Post" which is known as the world's best cursive script. The writing is well-proportioned, relaxed, not sticking to ancient methods, wild and elegant, the pen is like a dragon, and there are own opinions in it. With [-]% of Kuangsu's charm and [-]% of his own understanding, he can already be regarded as a generation of famous masters, and he can start a school."

Xiangna Kuangsu is known as the sage of grass. His calligraphy is astonishing in the past and the present, and Li Bai's poems and Pei Min's sword are also known as the three wonders of the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

Kuangsu's Kuangcao has its own lineage and is extremely difficult to imitate.

Wang Rufeng's ability to achieve the seven-point charm of Kuangsu can indeed be called a generation of masters.

Zhang Dingshan nodded in satisfaction. As a student, he has finally made his mark in calligraphy.

The age of 72 is not young, but looking at the present and the past, which famous calligrapher has not had decades of intensive research?
"The teacher is rude."

Wang Rufeng is not without pride.

"Brother Rufeng is really powerful."

Zhang Qingyue also praised it.

He also has his own unique views on calligraphy and painting, and of course it can be seen how high the standard of Wang Rufeng is.

At least compared to himself, he is not a little bit stronger.

At this time, Chen Yu suddenly said sourly:
"Brother Lin Fei, Mr. Wang Rufeng is amazing. His calligraphy is already in the realm of a master. In today's Chinese calligraphy world, he can also be ranked in the top ten. It is absolutely no problem to start a sect. I am afraid it is you. You have not been there for decades." Can't practice it?"

Qi Jiuyou also echoed: "Yes! Yes!"

The other juniors also said: "That's right, that's right."

The main reason is that Lin Fei is too arrogant, and everyone wants to use Wang Rufeng to suppress this kid's prestige, and let him know what it means to have someone beyond others, and there is a sky beyond the sky.

Although it is not kind to suppress a young man by an old man in his 70s.

But the crowd couldn't care less about these things. After being hit by Lin Fei one after another, they just wanted to find out something that Lin Fei didn't know, so as to ease the imbalance in their hearts.

Calligraphy is an art that emphasizes that dripping water wears away stones, and water grinds kung fu.

It is difficult to achieve perfection without accumulating over time.

Like Wang Rufeng, he practiced calligraphy at the age of six, three nines in winter, and three days in summer. He practiced hard for 66 years. With the spirit of hard work and hard work, he also learned from many famous teachers.

Looking at Lin Fei again, he is not very old, and he already possesses so many talents. Could it be possible that he can become a master of calligraphy?

Zhang Dingshan knew that Lin Fei's calligraphy skills were not weak, because although the words Lin Fei mentioned in the painting "Girl in Yunmeng Pavilion" were just scribbles, he could already feel that Lin Fei had his own uniqueness in calligraphy. Accomplished.

However, if Lin Fei's calligraphy is better than Wang Rufeng's, he doesn't think so.

Although calligraphy and painting have the same origin, there are not many people who are good at calligraphy and painting throughout the ages, and there is always one strong and one weak.

Lin Fei is definitely at the pinnacle level in painting, but in calligraphy, that's not necessarily the case.

(End of this chapter)