Chapter 888 The power of a word(1/2)
The reason why others are surprised is because Ye Qingyun's handwriting is really beautiful.
High spirits!
As graceful as floating clouds, as powerful as a frightening dragon!
Every word is like a winding and vigorous real dragon.
Perfect!
And so harmonious.
Just looking at these words is pleasing to the eye.
My mood seemed to be cheerful and relaxed.
Such strokes, such outlines.
It simply shouldn't exist in the world.
Instead, it should be the word "Goddess" on the Immortal Platform.
"So beautiful!"
Leng Muxue couldn't help but exclaimed.
"Amitabha!"
Huikong was very calm.
He had already seen Ye Qingyun's calligraphy.
So not surprised.
In Yang Yongxin's eyes, this calligraphy is not just beautiful writing.
This line of words actually contains an extremely rare Confucian spirit!
Every word contains Confucian grandeur!
Yang Yongxin stared at these words and suddenly felt a wave of Confucian majesty coming to his face.
The cultivation level in his body began to surge uncontrollably.
even!
"wrong!"
Yang Yongxin suddenly realized something.
"It's not as simple as Confucian grandeur!"
"It's about the righteousness of heaven and earth!"
Yang Yongxin was shocked beyond measure.
This sentence written by Ye Qingyun is a symbol of the righteousness of heaven and earth.
This calligraphy can already be regarded as a treasure.
The righteousness contained in it, even if it is obtained by a person with no cultivation, is enough to suppress evil spirits.
If a person with evil intentions sees this picture, he will definitely be severely injured on the spot.
"Vice President Yang, my calligraphy is pretty good, right?"
Ye Qingyun asked jokingly.
Yang Yongxin's face was full of shock and he no longer knew what to say.
With just a few strokes of his hand, he can write such Confucian mantras, which contain the righteousness of heaven and earth.
How can this be described as "fairly acceptable"?
Yang Yongxin only felt that it was outrageous!
Extremely outrageous!
Is that human being?
Even if the ancient Confucian saints were still alive, this would be nothing more than this, right?
"Master Ye, this calligraphy is really great!"
Yang Yongxin can't describe it.
It seems that any words used to describe this painting are somewhat inadequate.
"Haha, I can be considered a person who has practiced calligraphy, but I showed my shame in front of Vice President Yang."
Ye Qingyun smiled.
Yang Yongxin couldn't laugh or cry.
Show your embarrassment?
If you call it "showing one's ugliness", then my name, Yang Yongxin, will be completely embarrassing.
Not to mention the righteousness of heaven and earth contained in this painting.
In terms of calligraphy skills alone, Yang Yongxin knew that he was far behind Ye Qingyun.
Even if you copy it, stroke by stroke, you will probably only be able to copy 10% or 20% of the charm at most.
If you want to reach Ye Qingyun's level, it will be impossible even if you study hard for another eight hundred years.
No!
Even if I practice hard for a thousand years, I will never reach the level of Ye Qingyun.
Yang Yongxin felt that he had been greatly hit.
But there is also great satisfaction.
After hundreds of years of practice, I thought I had a lot of knowledge, but in my twilight years, I saw such a picture.
Even if you die on the spot, you can rest in peace.
"Wealth cannot be lascivious, poverty cannot be moved, power cannot be subdued."
"This is what a real man is!"
Yang Yongxin was chanting, and the look on his face became more and more excited.
"A good person who is rich cannot be promiscuous, a good person who is poor cannot be moved, a good person who is powerful cannot be surrendered!"
"This is what a man should do!"
The more Yang Yongxin talked, the more excited he became.
Ye Qingyun looked at him a little worriedly.
I was afraid that the old man would be too excited and twitch away accidentally.
"It is incomparably consistent with my Confucian principles, and it demonstrates the righteousness and integrity of the world!"
"Master Ye!"
Yang Yongxin stared at Ye Qingyun with burning eyes.
Ye Qingyun felt a little embarrassed.
This old man has strange and scary eyes. .??.
"Um, Vice President Yang, don't get too excited, it's just a word."
Ye Qingyun quickly persuaded.
Yang Yongxin shook his head repeatedly.
"This is not a calligraphy, this is my Confucian treasure!"
"Master Ye, who said this sentence?"
This question made Ye Qingyun a little embarrassed.
But Ye Qingyun is also very thick-skinned.
Facing the curious Yang Yongxin, Ye Qingyun's face did not turn red and his heart did not beat.
To be continued...