This piece of calligraphy is written by Li Bai, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, "Farewell to Secretary Shu Yun at Xiezhen Tower in Xuanzhou".
Chi Feibai excitedly adjusted his reading glasses and carefully observed every word he wrote.
He suddenly discovered that Xiao Yun had great skill in writing.
The use of pen and ink throughout the text is very powerful, yet very fluent, and the style is free and easy and quite interesting.
In fact, it is not difficult to write well.
But as the saying goes, it’s harder to paint a tiger’s skin than its bones!
It is very difficult to embody the momentum of the entire line of grass.
This requires that the writer himself has enough love and in-depth understanding of calligraphy, because when the use of pen and ink reaches a certain state, the deeper level depends on the writer's state of mind.
This calligraphy by Xiao Yun completely achieves the state of mind of "harmony between man and nature" as mentioned by contemporary masters.
Today's masters, no matter how they change their handwriting, may not be able to write such good calligraphy that has the style of ancient masters!
He admired the entire calligraphy for more than ten minutes. Not to mention it was a failure, he couldn't find even a single flaw!
"Cut the knife to cut off the water and the water will flow more; raise a cup to relieve the sorrow and sorrow will become more and more sorrowful."
Chi Feibai murmured to himself, and after reading the last sentence of the poem, he still smacked his lips with endless aftertaste.
He couldn't believe that the perfect calligraphy in front of him actually existed.
Chi Feibai pinched his arm hard.
"hiss--"
The clear pain told him that this was not a dream!
For a moment, Chi Feibai seemed to see a golden mountain!
"Xiaoyou, I wonder how much you plan to sell this calligraphy painting for?"
"How much does it cost?" Xiao Yun frowned slightly and asked suspiciously: "Mr. Chi, can I sell this calligraphy?"
Chi Feibai glared at him angrily and said excitedly: "Of course it can! Why not? Your calligraphy is so good. If you put it up for auction, it will definitely be snapped up!"
"Little friend Xiao, I tell you the truth, your calligraphy is simply a masterpiece! From now on, what you write must not be given away easily!"
"And!" Chi Feibai paused and warned with a serious look: "We can't just throw it away like garbage like we just did, you know?!"
That is simply a waste of natural resources!
What Xiao Yun crumpled up into a ball was not paper, it was just pieces of money!
Xiao Yun didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he had to respond repeatedly: "Okay, I will remember it and I won't throw it away."
Hearing this, Chi Feibai nodded with satisfaction and lowered his head to admire the calligraphy again. The more he looked at it, the smile on his face became thicker and his mouth almost split to the back of his head.
I really saw the right person!
This guy is so secretive!
Proficient in martial arts, medical skills, and even calligraphy!
It’s simply unbelievably strong!
"Mr. Chi, if you like this calligraphy, just take it away." Xiao Yun smiled lightly.
Hearing this, Chi Feibai was ecstatic, completely losing his usual mature and prudent appearance. He nodded repeatedly and said: "Okay, okay! I'll be disrespectful to you then!"
At this moment, Chi Feibai felt as if he was stepping on the fluttering clouds. He was in a happy mood and was extremely happy.
Tonight, Xiao Yun not only generously gave him forty health pills, but also gave him such a masterpiece!
value!
So worth it!
At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door of the study.
Xiao Yun turned around and saw his mother, Xiao Zhenjing, holding a plate of fruit with a kind face.
"Yun'er, I cut some fruit for you and Mr. Chi."
Before Xiao Yun could speak, Chi Feibai was flattered and went up to him, took the fruit plate, and said: "Thank you, thank you, I really thank you for your trouble."
Xiao Zhenjing was stunned for a moment, a little confused.
What happened to Mr. Chi?
It's only been an hour, why are you suddenly so respectful towards yourself?
Xiao Zhenjing wiped her hands and said with a smile: "Mr. Chi, I don't know how to thank you for taking such good care of Yun'er. Please stop being so polite."
Chi Feibai quickly waved his hand and said: "Anyway, what I did was just trivial things. It is my honor to be able to make friends with Xiaoyou."
Xiao Zhenjing's face was startled, obviously a little surprised.
I didn't expect that my son would be so respected by others.
For a moment, she felt a great sense of pride rising in her heart.
After putting down the fruit, Xiao Zhenjing left.
The two chatted for a while about their opinions on martial arts. It was not until the night was deep that Chi Feibai said goodbye and left.
…
After Chi Feibai returned to his villa, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening.
As soon as he walked into the living room, he found the housekeeper standing respectfully on the side of the sofa, holding a teapot in his hand.
Hearing the footsteps, Li Junhao, who was feeling sleepy, immediately became energetic, stood up from the sofa, and walked over.
"Mr. Chi, you are finally back! I have been waiting for you here for four hours!"
Chi Feibai chuckled, stroked his beard and said, "Xiao Hao, you're here. Just in time, I just got a treasure. Come over and enjoy it together!"
Li Junhao came over so late, obviously he wanted to ask for something.
He waited for a full four hours, but when Chi Feibai met, he asked him to admire some treasure. Li Junhao felt a flash of displeasure in his heart, but he did not dare to say anything, so he could only pretend to be interested.
He asked curiously: "Oh? What kind of baby is it?"
Chi Feibai proudly took out a roll of paper, and then ordered the housekeeper to wipe the table first, as if he was afraid of accidentally getting it dirty.
Seeing this, Li Junhao couldn't help but murmured, could it be some priceless ancient painting?
Thinking about it, he blurted out and asked: "Mr. Chi, is this... the original work of any of you?"
"Yes and no." Chi Feibai replied mysteriously.
Although Xiao Yun is completely unknown in the Chinese calligraphy world, with his strength, he is definitely worthy of being called everyone.
Li Junhao was confused after hearing this, but he became really curious about this treasure.
"Mr. Chi, don't be so secretive, open it quickly and let me see it!"
"Hahaha, okay, okay!" Chi Feibai was obviously very satisfied with Li Junhao's reaction and immediately urged the housekeeper to clean up faster.
After a while, when he saw that the table was wiped spotless, Chi Feibai carefully unfolded the calligraphy slowly.
A majestic painting suddenly appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
flamboyant.
Iron painted silver hook.
It’s so amazing that you can’t help but marvel!
Chi Feibai likes calligraphy very much. He also collects many authentic works of famous people. He even has some friendship with a veteran in the calligraphy world.
Although Li Junhao is uneducated and has no skills, he comes from a common family. Under the influence of his family, he has seen some famous calligraphy and painting.
Although he couldn't tell what was good about the words in front of him, he knew very well in his heart that the person who wrote it was by no means a mediocre person!
Without decades of skills, I wouldn't be able to write such words.
Li Junhao pretended to appreciate the words in front of him, nodded and praised, making Chi Feibai even more proud.
"Mr. Chi, I wonder which master in the calligraphy world created this?"
Chi Feibai chuckled and said, "The person who wrote this calligraphy is considered a household name in our Zhongyang City!"
"Oh? So, you know me too?" Li Junhao was stunned and blurted out curiously.
"That's right, come and take a guess." Chi Feibai deliberately showed off. After all, he couldn't put it down for this piece of writing.
Li Junhao felt a thump in his heart.
My diploma from abroad was bought with money from my family. I only spend time eating, drinking and having fun. How do I know how many study rooms there are for everyone?
But he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of Chi Feibai, so he frowned and thought hard about the calligraphers he had heard about in daily life.
"Is it Master Lin Chun's?"
Lin Chun is a highly respected veteran in the calligraphy community.
Chi Feibai shook his head, and the smile on his face became thicker.
After all, how could he be displeased when he heard Li Junhao comparing Xiao Yun's calligraphy to Master Lin Chun's?
"That... belongs to Master Shi Zhou?"
"Hahaha, not really!"
Li Junhao was almost scratching his head and told the names of all the calligraphers he knew, but he still couldn't guess it.
"Mr. Chi, stop being so secretive and tell me directly!"
Chi Feibai stroked his beard and laughed loudly: "This man is a doctor!"
doctor?!
Li Junhao's eyes almost popped out of his head, and he said in astonishment: "In the calligraphy world, there are still masters who know medical skills? This is too awesome..."
Not only is he awesome, he is a decathlete!
Li Junhao, a second-generation rich man who is ignorant and unskilled, let alone writing calligraphy with a brush, even if he writes a few words with a pen, the words are crooked, like those written by a primary school student.
Zhongyang City is a household name.
Still a doctor.
"No, it can't be that Dr. Xiao, right?" Li Junhao's face was full of shock.
Although he usually doesn't pay much attention to the news, after the development of the x potion, it became very popular. During that time, the words "Magic Doctor Xiao" could be seen almost everywhere in Zhongyang City, and it was difficult for him not to know it.
"Yes! It was written by Doctor Xiao!" Chi Feibai said, pacing back and forth in front of the table with some excitement, admiring the words in front of him over and over again.