Seeing the two brothers following behind, Chen Yi showed a strong smile on his face. Wang Xizhi might only be able to hear some vaguely, but with his hearing, he completely listened to the conversation between the two brothers.

These words reminded him of some records about Wang Xianzhi. Wang Xianzhi was famous for his young age, extraordinary, and unruly. Although he lived at home all day long, his appearance and behavior did not seem lazy, and his talent and demeanor exceeded those of his time.

Wang Xianzhi once visited Xie An with his brothers Wang Huizhi and Wang Caozhi. The two brothers talked about secular affairs, which could be said to be polite. Wang Xianzhi only said a few words to greet Han Wen casually. After leaving the Xie family, someone asked about the advantages and disadvantages of the Wang brothers, and Xie An said: "The little one is good."

When asked about the reason, Xie An replied: "Generally, outstanding people are taciturn, because they don't speak much, so they know that they are extraordinary."

Later, Xie An also recorded his evaluation of Wang Xianzhi in the book, "The auspicious person has few words, so he knows it because he has few words."

There is another story that explains Wang Xianzhi's demeanor, that is, he and his brother Wang Huizhi once sat in the same room, and suddenly a fire broke out in front of him. Wang Huizhi hurriedly escaped, and he didn't even have time to wear his shoes. However, Wang Xianzhi looked peaceful and slowly called his followers to help him and then walked out. Just like usual, people in this matter have determined the expressions and demeanors of the two Wang brothers.

From the words just now, it is enough to see that Wang Xianzhi will have achievements that are comparable to his father in the future, and it is not groundless.

But it’s a pity that Wang Xianzhi died of illness after only 43 years. His fifth brother Wang Huizhi was also seriously ill at that time. However, Wang Xianzhi died first.

After Wang Xianzhi's death, one day Wang Huizhi suddenly asked the person who was serving him: "Why didn't you hear Zijing's news at all? This is his death."

He was not sad at all when he spoke. When he was riding a carriage to attend the funeral, there was no tears on his face. Wang Xianzhi liked to play the piano. Wang Huizhi kept sitting on the spiritual seat and took Wang Xianzhi's piano to play. However, the strings could not be adjusted properly, so he threw the piano on the ground and said, "Zijing, Zijing, people and the piano are gone." After that, he fainted in grief. It took him a long time to wake up, and more than a month later, he passed away.

From here, we can see how the relationship between the Wang brothers was. Thinking of this, Chen Yi was also quite emotional, and God was jealous of the talent.

Afterwards, Chen Yi followed Wang Xizhi to the study room. The study room was even more unique. It was not filled with books and calligraphy and paintings like other people's study rooms. Instead, in addition to books and calligraphy and paintings, there were also some flowers and plants around. When you entered the study room, a faint fragrance of flowers wafted by.

Seeing these flowers and plants, Chen Yi showed a look of surprise on his face. Wang Xizhi was indeed passionate among the mountains and rivers, and even the study room was not spared. The flowers and plants were also somewhat knowledgeable, and they were perfectly integrated with books, calligraphy and paintings. It can be said to be a very beautiful picture.

"Qingyun. How is my study room arranged?" Wang Xizhi asked with a smile when he saw Chen Yi's surprise. Since he learned about Chen Yi's tea ceremony experience during tea tasting and communication, he no longer called him "Xiaoyun" by Chen Yi, but also called him "Xingyun".

"The study room here is like a painting, which makes people feel relaxed and happy. The combination of books, calligraphy and paintings and flowers can be said to complement each other and make people appreciate the brilliant culture in the scenery." Chen Yi said with a smile. These flowers and plants really make people feel relaxed. In this state, it is most helpful to understand knowledge or inspiration.

He also had a few pots of flowers and plants in his study room in the real world, but it was really far from the flowers and plants in Wang Xizhi's entire study room.

Hearing Chen Yi's words, Wang Xizhi smiled immediately, "What Qingyun said is very much in my opinion. Learning does not necessarily have to be carried out in an old-fashioned room. It is also possible in this place full of flowers and plants, and the effect will be even greater."

Everyone entered the study and came to a desk. Wang Xizhi pointed to the desk and said, "On this desk, there are all pens, ink, paper and inkstones, but I don't know if it fits your habits."

"The pen, ink, paper and inkstone that the sir uses may not be the best, but it must be the most suitable for writing." Chen Yi smiled and looked at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table.

Speaking of which, when paper had not spread before, there was no such term as pen, ink, paper and inkstone. However, as paper was widely used by many literati, this term was truly spread.

Pen, ink and inkstone are all excellent things for writing, and the paper placed on it is also very smooth silkworm cocoon paper. In addition, there are some excellent yellow silk.

"Qingyun, when I was writing in Shanyin, you grind the ink for me. Now I want to repay you. Zijing, go grind the ink for Mr. Chen." Wang Xizhi smiled at Chen Yi, and then ordered Wang Xianzhi to grind the ink for Chen Yi.

"Thank you, Mr. Zijing, this is my honor." Chen Yi smiled softly and did not refuse. It is naturally a privilege to let Wang Xianzhi grind ink for him.

Wang Xianzhi walked slowly to the table and began to grind ink for Chen Yi. He learned calligraphy with his father since he was a child, and naturally he practiced the skills of grinding ink.

"Mr. Chen, the mo is ground." Soon, after the mould is ground, Wang Xianzhi softly reminded Chen Yi.

Chen Yi took his eyes back from the flowers and plants in the study room, and nodded to Wang Xianzhi with a smile. Instead of using silkworm cocoon paper, he took out a piece of yellow silk and spread it on the table. Then he picked up a pen and dipped it in some ink, and said slowly: "Sir, yesterday you gave me a piece of Huangting Jing calligraphy, and today I will give it back to Huangting Jing."

As he said that, he used copying and calligraphy skills and began to write Wang Xizhi's Huangting Sutra.

The reason why he wrote this calligraphy was also a way for him to express his respect for Wang Xizhi. As for running script, which represents the highest level of his calligraphy, it was not too late to appear later.

It is precisely because of Wang Xizhi's original Huang Tingjing that his calligraphy has become unique, far beyond the level of modern calligraphers, and has reached an unmatched level.

It was precisely because of learning and copying this original work that he obtained the true meaning of Wang Xizhi, thus combining it with the seal script to create a new style of running script.

Now that we have come to the Eastern Jin Dynasty and Wang Xizhi's era, he naturally has to use this calligraphy to express his gratitude and respect to Wang Xizhi.

Hearing Chen Yi's words, Wang Xizhi showed a look of surprise on his face. Others might not be able to hear what Chen Yi said, but he had some speculations. He had cocoons but did not use yellow silk. Could it be that Chen Yi wanted to copy the Huangting Sutra he had yesterday?

For calligraphers, the smoothness of paper writing cannot be brought by silk, not to mention that writing with silk is more difficult than paper.

Although he was not sure that Chen Yi would definitely copy his Huang Ting Jing, at this moment, his eyes showed strong expectations. He did not walk to the desk, but stood aside and observed Chen Yi's writing movements and expressions.

As for Wang Xianzhi, he still stayed next to the inkstone and did not leave. He was just afraid of affecting Chen Yi, so he slightly opened up a distance. He was full of expectations for what kind of calligraphy Chen Yi would write.

As for Wang Caozhi, like his father, he stood not far away and was not too close to the table. In his opinion, it would not be too late to read after Chen Yi finished writing.

On this yellow silk, Chen Yi slowly started writing and wrote three words on the first line, Huang Tingjing.

Seeing Chen Yi's posture and expression, Wang Xizhi nodded slightly, showing some surprise on his face. Even if he didn't see the handwriting, just from this posture, it is enough to show that Chen Yi is a person who is proficient in calligraphy.

Wang Xianzhi stood by the table and clearly saw the three words Huang Ting Jing written by Chen Yi on yellow silk. After seeing this, he showed a hint of surprise on his face.

He learned calligraphy with his father since he was a child. If the person in this world who is most familiar with his father's calligraphy is his besides his brothers.

With such familiarity, when he saw these three words of Chen Yi, he couldn't help but discover his father's writing style, and it was very strong. At this moment, he controlled his emotions and carefully watched Chen Yi's next handwriting. At the same time, he did not forget to observe Chen Yi's posture of using the pen.

As time goes by, Wang Xizhi's surprise became stronger and stronger. Judging from the breath emitted from Chen Yi's body during the writing process, he had confirmed his previous guess that Chen Yi's calligraphy was the small regular script Huang Tingjing he gave yesterday.

In this process, Wang Cao also became solemn. Although his personality inherited his father's unrulyness, he also inherited the ability of calligraphy. Judging from Chen Yi's pen posture and his expression, it is definitely not something that ordinary calligraphers can compare with.

When ordinary calligraphers write, they will never exude such a clear aura. This is a very peaceful aura. Only those who constantly practice calligraphy can slowly develop it.

Chen Yi kept writing on yellow silk. Yesterday, he saw Wang Xizhi writing Huang Ting Sutra by himself, and he had some new insights in his heart.

In addition, he is now in the royal palace and in this picturesque study, and his heart is filled with some wonderful feelings. He devotes himself to the creation of this calligraphy, striving to express Wang Xizhi's true meaning to the greatest extent.
Chapter completed!