Monk Huai Sugong of Chu wrote cursive script, and the ancient method was as new as possible.
The spirit is clear and the bones are pure and the mind is sincere. Come drunkenly to write vigorously for me.
Beginning to change from broken body to graceful appearance, each flower blooms late in spring.
Suddenly it was magnificent and then withered, and dragons, snakes, and beasts stood tall.
The horse is racing, the horse is racing, and the horse is full of people, silent and unable to catch up.
The fortune of the palmist turns strange, and the strange and strange shapes turn out to be appropriate.
Everyone asked carefully about the wonder of this, but Huaisu said that he didn't know it at first.
——"Song of Master Huaisu in Cursive Script" by Dai Shulun
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Pen, ink, paper and inkstone, everything was ready. Prince Li Chu of Guangping County took the lead. He rolled up his sleeves and held the pen like a flying dragon.
Li Chu, the king of Guangping County, strengthened his wrist strength, moved the center forward, and used the method of sealing, turning round and hiding the front, like sealing mud. The strokes formed the head and tail of a silkworm, and the straight strokes formed the shape of a bow and crossbow. Experts can tell at a glance that this Guangping County
Wang Lichu indeed obtained the true biography of Yan Zhenqing.
Li Chu's body moves with his wrist, and his writing is thick and strong, full of muscles and bones, and also has an edge.
Once written, the whole article is majestic, powerful, and the stipples are flying.
"What an atmosphere of the prosperous Tang Dynasty! No wonder even His Majesty and Father are full of praises." Li Tengkong said with emotion.
The young ladies beside the Prince of Guangping County exclaimed again and again, jumped with joy, and their eyes were blurred with admiration, as if this scroll was written by their own husband.
Under the pressure of Bai Fu's challenge, Li Chu, the prince of Guangping County, gave full play to what he had learned in his life. When he finished writing the last stroke, even he was fascinated by it.
"This work is far better than what I usually write in the pen studio. After today's comparison, I should submit it to the emperor's grandfather for viewing as soon as possible." Li Chu, the prince of Guangping County, thought more and more wonderfully as he looked at it.
With all the girls watching and guarding, Li Chu, the prince of Guangping County, rubbed his bell seal, threw the wolf brush, and said with a proud smile: "Please give me some advice from Bai Xiaoshu!"
Li Chu, the prince of Guangping County, is as charming as his name and his graceful appearance, which captivates all the young ladies.
Many children from aristocratic families were so jealous that they actually turned against Bai Fu and secretly sided with Bai Fu, hoping that Bai Fu could shine and give this proud man a blow!
After observing the enemy's situation, he then examined our own side. Li Tengkong turned around and saw Bai Fu sitting in a corner, taking some time to relax and sip tea.
Li Tengkong rushed to Bai Fu and praised: "That's right. Seeing how steady you are, I feel relieved. We can't lose our momentum even when we lose words!"
Hey, no, you can beat him! Right?
Looking at your behavior, why do I feel that Li Chu will fall into your hands today!"
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With white eyes like shooting stars, he smiled brilliantly, put the cup on the tea table, lifted his robe, and stood up gracefully.
Many years later, Li Tengkong hugged his knees and faced the wind on the Jinse Cliff in Mount Lu. Recalling this scene, Bai Fu seemed to slow down his movements at that time, and his movements seemed to be enveloped by a ray of light.
The most magical thing was Bai Fu's smile as he surrounded the audience, and the light in his eyes was like the spring breeze ten miles away.
From then on, the devil was planted in the heart of the Tao, and it will never recover.
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The servant prepared pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and asked Bai to return to the table.
Bai Fu shook his head and smiled, saying: "This paper is too small! Bring me a handful of unused mops!"
In the confused eyes of everyone, Bai Fu stepped over the threshold, walked out of the study, and walked to a white wall in the corridor: "It's very nice here!"
The white compound arm stretches out, the hand opens, and the five fingers are like hooks.
With a "swish" sound, the mop held by the servant flew into Bai Fu's hands.
"Swordsmanship!" someone in the crowd of onlookers exclaimed.
"Brother Fu, come on!" Li Tengkong threw a jar of 'Zhuangyuanhong' towards Bai Fu and said with a smile, "Wouldn't it be fun to use wine to cheer up!"
Bai Fu smiled and praised: "The general is really a wonderful man!"
Bai Fu held the wine jar in his hand, raised his head, and drank three large gulps in a row, laughing loudly and enjoying himself.
Bai Fu dipped the mop into the ink and painted a few large strokes across the long pink-white wall. His strokes were as fast as a dragon and a snake, as if he were riding a thousand-mile horse, galloping vertically and horizontally.
Bai Fu was running around like snakes and anvils, and the intimidating momentum of the sudden rain and whirlwind made everyone under the wall breathless, as if they were in a dangerous place, with a violent storm coming from all over the sky.
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Kill one person in ten steps, and leave no trace in a thousand miles.
Hello.
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What Bai Fu wrote is Li Bai's eternal masterpiece "Xia Ke Xing".
Bai Fu borrowed Taibai's story to build a stronghold for himself. What is a chivalrous man? This is how he should be banished to immortals!
In Bai Fu's works, there are the strange things like hanging needles and dew, the strange things about thunder and falling rocks, the fear of flying beasts, the frightened attitude of dancing snakes, the tendency of cliffs and falling peaks, and the shape of drafts in the face of danger.
When Bai Fu takes out his pen, sometimes it is as heavy as a collapsing cloud, sometimes as light as a cicada's wing. When he directs it, the spring will flow, and when he pauses, the mountain will be peaceful.
It is as slender as the first moon rising from the horizon, and falling like stars among the rivers and rivers. It is the same as the wonderful existence of nature, which cannot be achieved by force.
It can be said that Xin is both intelligent and skillful, his mind and hands are smooth, his pen does not move in vain, and there must be a reason for his movements. In one stroke, the ups and downs change from sharpness to subtlety, within one point, it becomes dull and frustrated...
Bai Fu borrowed wine, blossomed freely, and was uninhibited. It seemed like he was splashing ink, but more like dancing with a sword. He was mad like a vajra's angry eyes, and he was as chilling as Jing Ke pressing his sword. There are poems to prove it:
Huo is like a pine tree leaning against a wall, and it is as graceful as a solitary tiger flying in the sky.
It comes like thunder to calm down its wrath, and ends like the clear light of the river and sea.
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In the last stroke, Bai Fujin's long tassel was extended, the sharp angles emerged, the swords were drawn, and he had an upright attitude. Especially the word "kill", it was like breaking through a wall. Li Chu tacitly understood it and shuddered!
After Bai Fu finished writing, he stood with his hands behind his back, like a snow crane on Yaotai, standing alone among the crowd.
The whole place was silent. Although there was no referee, the decision was made.
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Li Chu was heartbroken and angry. Under the watchful eyes of the public, he lost his mind. As if he had lost his mind, he picked up the inkstone and threw it towards the wall. Although the wall was not penetrated, there were cracks like spider webs.
With a thought in Bai Fu's mind, the mystery that had puzzled him for many days was solved.
Li Yan and Li Qiu brothers were about to step forward to congratulate, but Bai Fu soared into the sky, rose and fell a few times, and then disappeared.
At this time, the full moon hangs in the sky, and the white coat belt flies through the moon wheel, as if flying into the Laurel Toad Palace.
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"I didn't know that the empress was here, so please atone for your sins."
Li Yan turned his head and was the first to find the imperial concubine wearing a curtain and hat, hiding behind the attic window. He quickly saluted and apologized. The onlookers were shocked and stood upright, bowing respectfully to the attic.
Only then did Yang Yuhuan slowly walk down the attic. Accompanied by Gao Lishi, he moved to the wall, carefully tasted Bai Fu's handwriting, and praised him repeatedly.
Gao Lishi stretched out his hand, and with his fingers like steel claws, he dug out a brick with words on it from the wall.
I could see that Bai Fuli penetrated the back of the wall, and the ink penetrated an inch into the wall bricks. If this mop of cloth touches a person, even if he is protected by a bright light armor, a hole will be opened by this gang energy.
Gao Lishi sincerely praised: "This child has a vajra at the end of his pen. Given time, it will be incredible, incredible!"
Yang Yuhuan smiled slightly and said to the accompanying eunuch: "I will frame this wall for you so that I can take good care of it."
After saying that, Yang Yuhuan turned his head, his face as dark as water, and said to Li Chu: "I have watched the whole process. As the prince of the East Palace, you, regardless of your status, used dirty words and made Meng Lang frivolous.
How can he be worthy of being a national weapon if he is so wild and rebellious?
I will send a petition to Your Majesty to ask His Highness the Crown Prince to take good care of you."