Chapter 100: 100
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It doesn't matter whether it is really understanding or arty understanding, and those who are predestined will naturally get it.
Liu Haikang and Ye Xuan had a brief chat for a while. Regardless of the identity of the other party, he also admired Ye Xuan very much.
Now that I heard Ye Xuan's words about calligraphy, he couldn't help but feel enthusiastic, and asked, "Does Ye Dong practice calligraphy? Why don't you go upstairs and talk about it?"
Ye Xuan nodded his head when he saw that the people around him were eager.
"A few, follow me."
Liu’s villa has its own elevator. Under Liu Haikang’s leadership, several people went up to the top floor.
The top floor was converted into a study room by Liu Haikang, and the furniture inside was still a water of Dalbergia odoratum, demonstrating his economic strength.
On an unusually large desk, there are four treasures in the study. There is a stack of fine rice paper in the middle, with a paperweight on it.
There are a few Zhejiang Lake pens on the pen holder, which are also the best in the brush. Each one is expensive.
Liu Yanran didn't know how to calligraphy, so she went straight to the bookshelf.
When she first came up, she stared at the many thread-bound books on the shelf, and she was very curious about it.
"Dong Liu, can you just open and read these?" Liu Yanran asked politely.
Many sophisticated collectors hate someone reading their antique books with bare hands, because the water vapor in one's hands will speed up the decay of the ancient books.
If you really want to read it, you must put on a dry white glove on your hand before you can read the book.
Liu Haikang didn't mind, he waved his hand very grandly, "Director Liu, just look at it!"
Liu Yun silently followed behind without making a sound.
Almost no one can understand how he feels now.
The difference between his own father and usual times is so great that it is difficult for him to accept it for a while.
Some even miss that calm and gentle old man.
Liu Haikang walked to the side of the inkstone and rubbed some ink out by himself.
The bulging black liquid had a peculiar aroma.
Ye Xuan just raised his nose and smelled it, and he had already guessed the source of this ink, "It's Huimo, Liu Dong is really a particular person, and the things and utensils he uses are excellent."
Huimo is the best in ink, which can be judged from the color and unique fragrance.
Such ink is worthy of antique inkstone.
Liu Haikang polished his ink, walked to the desk and stood still. After thinking for a while, he wrote a poem like a dragon on paper.
It was Ye Xuan who said before and praised Deng Shiru's poem.
It's rare to have the same heart with Xuejing, but also to know wealth and other floating clouds.
Experts will know if there is any.
The moment Liu Haikang picked up the brush, the whole person's temperament changed to a certain extent.
The writing brush is under his control, and the pen-walking dragons and snakes usually walk quickly on the paper.
A simple line of words, but there is a feeling of grandeur rushing towards you.
Between strokes and strokes, it seems that Liu Haikang's years of life experience and understanding of life are all integrated, and every word is full of stories.
After everyone saw Liu Haikang's words, they couldn't help but admire.
"Sure enough, Dong Liu is well versed in it. The words written in these words fully embody the essence!"
"It's really good writing, it's so strong on the back of the paper! It feels like the rice paper on which the writing is written is as heavy as a thousand catties!"
"There is a majestic atmosphere between the lines, daddy, your vibes are all melted into these words!"
When Liu Haikang heard everyone complimenting himself so, he quickly laughed and waved his hands, "Everyone, please don't praise me, I am the least praised, and it is easy to be proud if you praise me, you are trying to kill me! "
Hearing Liu Haikang's very humorous self-deprecating laughter, everyone laughed and the atmosphere became very friendly.
Liu Haikang has been passionate about calligraphy since he was young.
According to his own words, practicing calligraphy can calm his mind and let him face the troubles and trivial matters in life more peacefully.
This practice lasted for decades, and decades of skills were written on paper, and the natural effect was amazing.
Liu Haikang looked at the line of words he wrote on the desk, and felt very satisfied in his heart, and even felt that it was completely beyond the usual level.
After putting down the brush satisfactorily, Liu Haikang turned his head and looked at Ye Xuan and asked, "How about it, Dong Ye? Would you like to write a picture as well?
Ye Xuan agreed without thinking, "Okay."
Liu Yun, who was standing behind, heard Ye Xuan's response, his face was full of horror and inconceivability. He directly said to his father: "Father, I didn't say you, you are a bit bullying! You are practicing. How old is Ye Ge after decades of calligraphy?"
As Liu Haikang's son, Liu Yun is already in his twenties, and Ye Xuan is only eight years old. If this is said, anyone who is interested will have to call him an old man and disrespect.
Thinking of this, Liu Yun quickly turned to Ye Xuan and said, “Brother Ye, don’t be fooled by my father! He is a member of the Jinling Calligraphy Association, and he has won several provincial-level awards in previous years. Don't be fooled by the city-level calligraphy contest gold medal!"
Ye Xuan didn’t know if he didn’t understand the gold content of these awards, or didn’t care at all. He chuckled and shook his head, and said, “The first state of calligraphy practice is form. Whether it’s cursive or official calligraphy, grasp it. Characteristics, practice its essence, and merge your own understanding."
As soon as Ye Xuan's words came out, the few people present were all caught in their eyes and listened carefully to what he said with their ears erected.
"After this first stage, even if you have mastered the essence of calligraphy, what you will pursue next is not a certain shape, but the meaning of the word."
Liu Haikang's expression changed, and his gaze at Ye Xuan was full of shock.
An eight-year-old child who can speak so accurately and transparently is a powerful character!
Liu Yanran seemed to be interested in the meaning of calligraphy that Ye Xuan said, and asked, "What does meaning mean?"
"It's a bit simpler and more popular, and it means. Just like many people use cursive script when writing poems, but they must use official script when writing official documents, because the content to be expressed is different, and different statements can give People have different moods. On the surface, it sounds like the effect of the font, but in the final analysis, it is still the person who writes calligraphy."
The understanding of calligraphy has reached the second level, so no matter which kind of calligraphy is used, the viewer can feel different moods through the understanding of meaning.
Liu Haikang couldn't help but applaud, he looked at Ye Xuan expectantly, "Then what is the third realm?"
Ye Xuan lowered his eyes, "The third realm is momentum! It is also an upgrade of the second artistic realm."
Meaning, more emphasis is on understanding the meaning of words.
The potential is to fully embody that meaning after understanding the meaning of the word.
That's why, the real calligraphy of everyone, you can feel the shocking feeling at a glance, as if it is real.
The whole study became quiet in an instant, and I could even hear everyone's breathing clearly.
The others breathed a sigh of relief. They had just digested such a huge amount of information, and they are still in shock, and they need time to figure it out.
Just when everyone was on their own minds, Ye Xuan had already picked up the pen and dipped in the ink.
From the moment Ye Xuan picked up the brush, his whole aura had undergone an astonishing change.
Even if there is no change in his height and appearance, no one dares to despise him because he is too short.
That kind of aura that radiated slowly, like coercion, shook several people around him not daring to gasp loudly.
It's so fanciful!
The few people who were not optimistic about Ye Xuan's calligraphy had a glimmer of anticipation in their hearts.
"When the teenager was fifteen or twenty, he won the horse riding on foot.
Shoot the white-fronted tiger in Zhongshan, willing to count the yellow beards in Yexia! "
While talking, Ye Xuan started writing.
boom!
For an instant, everyone looked at the character, their eyes widened, and they couldn't believe what they saw, this character!
If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, no one would have believed that an eight-year-old child turned out to be an extremely beautiful running script.
Ye Xuan's wrist is very powerful, and in many cases the enemy has an illusion, as if he is not holding a brush, but a sharp sword.
That powerful stroke seemed to pierce through the thin rice paper.
Ye Xuan's writing speed is very fast, his movements look very light, but every word he writes carries a heavy weight.
The mahogany desks that are well-arranged are all moaning constantly.
Several people opened their mouths unconsciously, as if the shock and shock in their hearts were too great, and they spilled out along their mouths.
"How exactly did this happen? Ye Dong wrote about the white-fronted tiger. The image of the white-fronted tiger has appeared before my eyes, walking towards me step by step."
"Although I don't understand calligraphy, I can feel the taste and power between the lines, even more powerful than those who are world-famous!"
"Written in handwriting by Ye Dong, if he personally goes off to participate in a few games, his name will soon appear in the history of calligraphy!"
Ye Xuan didn't seem to hear a loud praise and praise, and continued to write down.
"Fighting three thousand miles in one body, one sword was once a millionaire division.
The Han soldiers fought like a thunderbolt, and the captives were afraid of tribulus. "
In a stroke, the horse leaps into the sky and leaves without a trace.
It's like the flying dragon flying around, coming from nothingness, and returning to Xukuang.
This almost crazy impulse of primitive vitality contained the aura of heaven and earth.
Observe its strength without losing its strength, showing its posture without exaggeration, and its handwriting flowing smoothly.
Floating like clouds, just like a dragon.
The iron book and silver hook are the best of the past and present.
Man Qing's pen is full of muscles and bones.
If the first four poems can only give people a sense of picture, or a sense of fragmentation like a small moving picture.
Then the next four poems, at the moment Ye Xuan finished writing them, were like movies with the play button being pressed.
Come alive!
The scene of the battle on the battlefield was instantly displayed in front of everyone.
The warrior in armor and the halberd in his hand seem to have arrived in front of you!
A drop of blood dripped down the halberd and landed on everyone's foreheads...
Warm, threw blood on his face!
People were awakened suddenly, and they were scared into a cold sweat.
Liu Haikang's face turned pale, feeling that the worldview was shaking.
In his perception, a good set of characters is like a 2D picture.
Draw the meaning you want to express on paper and present it in front of the viewer.
Details, actions, everything, let you take a look and have a panoramic view.
If there is a rare upgraded version, it must be like a small animation, which will make the whole picture alive.
People have gained popularity.
Things, with the spirit.
But Ye Xuan made a big move directly in front of them.
After the eight verses were written, everyone seemed to be on the ancient battlefield, watching the generals fight, and they were splashed with blood.
This is not a movie, nor is it a 4D dynamic movie.
It's a completely immersive movie experience!
The start is Wang Zhan.
"This, is this the third state of calligraphy, aura?" Liu Haikang seemed to be talking to himself, and he seemed to be asking Ye Xuan.
Ye Xuan nodded and gently put the brush back to its original place. Then he said, "I think this is the third realm of my understanding, the so-called imposing expression, but I have to make a few laugh. I learned It’s just a little bit of fur."
fur?
The other few people glanced at each other subconsciously.
Too much humility is just pride.
This kind of immersive movie-watching experience can't be achieved even with the current high-tech.
You made us feel it again with a simple word, but you still said it was just a fur?
If this is all fur, and if you want to enter the house or become a master, then I am afraid it must be a four-dimensional world, a dimension that can be understood.
Everyone spoke almost at the same time, affirming Ye Xuan's strength.
"I have been immersed in the law for many years, and I guarantee with my personality that Ye Dong, your calligraphy skills are definitely at the level of a top-notch master!"
"The picture just now is too strong and shocking! I never imagined such a magnificent scene when I was dreaming. Today is really an experience!"
"Brother Ye, you are so modest! Today is the chairperson of the major calligraphy associations. If anyone can spot your fault, I can fight him on the spot!"
Thousands of words are combined into one sentence, which is admiration.
They all know how to write, starting from the crooked strokes when they were young, and after more than ten or twenty years of practice, they barely reached the target level.
But the eight-year-old child in front of him has surpassed them too much!
They are practicing for a realm that they can't reach for 800 years!
Liu Haikang put his hands together and bowed very religiously to Ye Xuan, "Ye Dong, your handwriting is amazing. I beg you to resell it to me. I am willing to bid 20 million!"
Liu Haikang is simply so excited~www.novelhall.com~ He has never seen such a good word.
To be honest, at the beginning, he also had the mentality to show his calligraphy skills.
Only now did he know how painful such a face slap was.
Ye Xuan shook his head, and said quietly, "What can I mention for money? If Liu Dong likes it, he can stay."
Liu Haikang nodded excitedly.
He felt that he was worth all his life when he could get such a picture.
He is even thinking about how many people to invite to his home to observe after finishing the installation.
"Oh, by the way, Dong Ye, do you have a big seal? Could you please sign me a payment!" Liu Haikang suddenly asked.
Ye Xuan grinned, "No, I'll make one myself when I turn around."
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It doesn't matter whether it is really understanding or arty understanding, and those who are predestined will naturally get it.
Liu Haikang and Ye Xuan had a brief chat for a while. Regardless of the identity of the other party, he also admired Ye Xuan very much.
Now that I heard Ye Xuan's words about calligraphy, he couldn't help but feel enthusiastic, and asked, "Does Ye Dong practice calligraphy? Why don't you go upstairs and talk about it?"
Ye Xuan nodded his head when he saw that the people around him were eager.
"A few, follow me."
Liu’s villa has its own elevator. Under Liu Haikang’s leadership, several people went up to the top floor.
The top floor was converted into a study room by Liu Haikang, and the furniture inside was still a water of Dalbergia odoratum, demonstrating his economic strength.
On an unusually large desk, there are four treasures in the study. There is a stack of fine rice paper in the middle, with a paperweight on it.
There are a few Zhejiang Lake pens on the pen holder, which are also the best in the brush. Each one is expensive.
Liu Yanran didn't know how to calligraphy, so she went straight to the bookshelf.
When she first came up, she stared at the many thread-bound books on the shelf, and she was very curious about it.
"Dong Liu, can you just open and read these?" Liu Yanran asked politely.
Many sophisticated collectors hate someone reading their antique books with bare hands, because the water vapor in one's hands will speed up the decay of the ancient books.
If you really want to read it, you must put on a dry white glove on your hand before you can read the book.
Liu Haikang didn't mind, he waved his hand very grandly, "Director Liu, just look at it!"
Liu Yun silently followed behind without making a sound.
Almost no one can understand how he feels now.
The difference between his own father and usual times is so great that it is difficult for him to accept it for a while.
Some even miss that calm and gentle old man.
Liu Haikang walked to the side of the inkstone and rubbed some ink out by himself.
The bulging black liquid had a peculiar aroma.
Ye Xuan just raised his nose and smelled it, and he had already guessed the source of this ink, "It's Huimo, Liu Dong is really a particular person, and the things and utensils he uses are excellent."
Huimo is the best in ink, which can be judged from the color and unique fragrance.
Such ink is worthy of antique inkstone.
Liu Haikang polished his ink, walked to the desk and stood still. After thinking for a while, he wrote a poem like a dragon on paper.
It was Ye Xuan who said before and praised Deng Shiru's poem.
It's rare to have the same heart with Xuejing, but also to know wealth and other floating clouds.
Experts will know if there is any.
The moment Liu Haikang picked up the brush, the whole person's temperament changed to a certain extent.
The writing brush is under his control, and the pen-walking dragons and snakes usually walk quickly on the paper.
A simple line of words, but there is a feeling of grandeur rushing towards you.
Between strokes and strokes, it seems that Liu Haikang's years of life experience and understanding of life are all integrated, and every word is full of stories.
After everyone saw Liu Haikang's words, they couldn't help but admire.
"Sure enough, Dong Liu is well versed in it. The words written in these words fully embody the essence!"
"It's really good writing, it's so strong on the back of the paper! It feels like the rice paper on which the writing is written is as heavy as a thousand catties!"
"There is a majestic atmosphere between the lines, daddy, your vibes are all melted into these words!"
When Liu Haikang heard everyone complimenting himself so, he quickly laughed and waved his hands, "Everyone, please don't praise me, I am the least praised, and it is easy to be proud if you praise me, you are trying to kill me! "
Hearing Liu Haikang's very humorous self-deprecating laughter, everyone laughed and the atmosphere became very friendly.
Liu Haikang has been passionate about calligraphy since he was young.
According to his own words, practicing calligraphy can calm his mind and let him face the troubles and trivial matters in life more peacefully.
This practice lasted for decades, and decades of skills were written on paper, and the natural effect was amazing.
Liu Haikang looked at the line of words he wrote on the desk, and felt very satisfied in his heart, and even felt that it was completely beyond the usual level.
After putting down the brush satisfactorily, Liu Haikang turned his head and looked at Ye Xuan and asked, "How about it, Dong Ye? Would you like to write a picture as well?
Ye Xuan agreed without thinking, "Okay."
Liu Yun, who was standing behind, heard Ye Xuan's response, his face was full of horror and inconceivability. He directly said to his father: "Father, I didn't say you, you are a bit bullying! You are practicing. How old is Ye Ge after decades of calligraphy?"
As Liu Haikang's son, Liu Yun is already in his twenties, and Ye Xuan is only eight years old. If this is said, anyone who is interested will have to call him an old man and disrespect.
Thinking of this, Liu Yun quickly turned to Ye Xuan and said, “Brother Ye, don’t be fooled by my father! He is a member of the Jinling Calligraphy Association, and he has won several provincial-level awards in previous years. Don't be fooled by the city-level calligraphy contest gold medal!"
Ye Xuan didn’t know if he didn’t understand the gold content of these awards, or didn’t care at all. He chuckled and shook his head, and said, “The first state of calligraphy practice is form. Whether it’s cursive or official calligraphy, grasp it. Characteristics, practice its essence, and merge your own understanding."
As soon as Ye Xuan's words came out, the few people present were all caught in their eyes and listened carefully to what he said with their ears erected.
"After this first stage, even if you have mastered the essence of calligraphy, what you will pursue next is not a certain shape, but the meaning of the word."
Liu Haikang's expression changed, and his gaze at Ye Xuan was full of shock.
An eight-year-old child who can speak so accurately and transparently is a powerful character!
Liu Yanran seemed to be interested in the meaning of calligraphy that Ye Xuan said, and asked, "What does meaning mean?"
"It's a bit simpler and more popular, and it means. Just like many people use cursive script when writing poems, but they must use official script when writing official documents, because the content to be expressed is different, and different statements can give People have different moods. On the surface, it sounds like the effect of the font, but in the final analysis, it is still the person who writes calligraphy."
The understanding of calligraphy has reached the second level, so no matter which kind of calligraphy is used, the viewer can feel different moods through the understanding of meaning.
Liu Haikang couldn't help but applaud, he looked at Ye Xuan expectantly, "Then what is the third realm?"
Ye Xuan lowered his eyes, "The third realm is momentum! It is also an upgrade of the second artistic realm."
Meaning, more emphasis is on understanding the meaning of words.
The potential is to fully embody that meaning after understanding the meaning of the word.
That's why, the real calligraphy of everyone, you can feel the shocking feeling at a glance, as if it is real.
The whole study became quiet in an instant, and I could even hear everyone's breathing clearly.
The others breathed a sigh of relief. They had just digested such a huge amount of information, and they are still in shock, and they need time to figure it out.
Just when everyone was on their own minds, Ye Xuan had already picked up the pen and dipped in the ink.
From the moment Ye Xuan picked up the brush, his whole aura had undergone an astonishing change.
Even if there is no change in his height and appearance, no one dares to despise him because he is too short.
That kind of aura that radiated slowly, like coercion, shook several people around him not daring to gasp loudly.
It's so fanciful!
The few people who were not optimistic about Ye Xuan's calligraphy had a glimmer of anticipation in their hearts.
"When the teenager was fifteen or twenty, he won the horse riding on foot.
Shoot the white-fronted tiger in Zhongshan, willing to count the yellow beards in Yexia! "
While talking, Ye Xuan started writing.
boom!
For an instant, everyone looked at the character, their eyes widened, and they couldn't believe what they saw, this character!
If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, no one would have believed that an eight-year-old child turned out to be an extremely beautiful running script.
Ye Xuan's wrist is very powerful, and in many cases the enemy has an illusion, as if he is not holding a brush, but a sharp sword.
That powerful stroke seemed to pierce through the thin rice paper.
Ye Xuan's writing speed is very fast, his movements look very light, but every word he writes carries a heavy weight.
The mahogany desks that are well-arranged are all moaning constantly.
Several people opened their mouths unconsciously, as if the shock and shock in their hearts were too great, and they spilled out along their mouths.
"How exactly did this happen? Ye Dong wrote about the white-fronted tiger. The image of the white-fronted tiger has appeared before my eyes, walking towards me step by step."
"Although I don't understand calligraphy, I can feel the taste and power between the lines, even more powerful than those who are world-famous!"
"Written in handwriting by Ye Dong, if he personally goes off to participate in a few games, his name will soon appear in the history of calligraphy!"
Ye Xuan didn't seem to hear a loud praise and praise, and continued to write down.
"Fighting three thousand miles in one body, one sword was once a millionaire division.
The Han soldiers fought like a thunderbolt, and the captives were afraid of tribulus. "
In a stroke, the horse leaps into the sky and leaves without a trace.
It's like the flying dragon flying around, coming from nothingness, and returning to Xukuang.
This almost crazy impulse of primitive vitality contained the aura of heaven and earth.
Observe its strength without losing its strength, showing its posture without exaggeration, and its handwriting flowing smoothly.
Floating like clouds, just like a dragon.
The iron book and silver hook are the best of the past and present.
Man Qing's pen is full of muscles and bones.
If the first four poems can only give people a sense of picture, or a sense of fragmentation like a small moving picture.
Then the next four poems, at the moment Ye Xuan finished writing them, were like movies with the play button being pressed.
Come alive!
The scene of the battle on the battlefield was instantly displayed in front of everyone.
The warrior in armor and the halberd in his hand seem to have arrived in front of you!
A drop of blood dripped down the halberd and landed on everyone's foreheads...
Warm, threw blood on his face!
People were awakened suddenly, and they were scared into a cold sweat.
Liu Haikang's face turned pale, feeling that the worldview was shaking.
In his perception, a good set of characters is like a 2D picture.
Draw the meaning you want to express on paper and present it in front of the viewer.
Details, actions, everything, let you take a look and have a panoramic view.
If there is a rare upgraded version, it must be like a small animation, which will make the whole picture alive.
People have gained popularity.
Things, with the spirit.
But Ye Xuan made a big move directly in front of them.
After the eight verses were written, everyone seemed to be on the ancient battlefield, watching the generals fight, and they were splashed with blood.
This is not a movie, nor is it a 4D dynamic movie.
It's a completely immersive movie experience!
The start is Wang Zhan.
"This, is this the third state of calligraphy, aura?" Liu Haikang seemed to be talking to himself, and he seemed to be asking Ye Xuan.
Ye Xuan nodded and gently put the brush back to its original place. Then he said, "I think this is the third realm of my understanding, the so-called imposing expression, but I have to make a few laugh. I learned It’s just a little bit of fur."
fur?
The other few people glanced at each other subconsciously.
Too much humility is just pride.
This kind of immersive movie-watching experience can't be achieved even with the current high-tech.
You made us feel it again with a simple word, but you still said it was just a fur?
If this is all fur, and if you want to enter the house or become a master, then I am afraid it must be a four-dimensional world, a dimension that can be understood.
Everyone spoke almost at the same time, affirming Ye Xuan's strength.
"I have been immersed in the law for many years, and I guarantee with my personality that Ye Dong, your calligraphy skills are definitely at the level of a top-notch master!"
"The picture just now is too strong and shocking! I never imagined such a magnificent scene when I was dreaming. Today is really an experience!"
"Brother Ye, you are so modest! Today is the chairperson of the major calligraphy associations. If anyone can spot your fault, I can fight him on the spot!"
Thousands of words are combined into one sentence, which is admiration.
They all know how to write, starting from the crooked strokes when they were young, and after more than ten or twenty years of practice, they barely reached the target level.
But the eight-year-old child in front of him has surpassed them too much!
They are practicing for a realm that they can't reach for 800 years!
Liu Haikang put his hands together and bowed very religiously to Ye Xuan, "Ye Dong, your handwriting is amazing. I beg you to resell it to me. I am willing to bid 20 million!"
Liu Haikang is simply so excited~www.novelhall.com~ He has never seen such a good word.
To be honest, at the beginning, he also had the mentality to show his calligraphy skills.
Only now did he know how painful such a face slap was.
Ye Xuan shook his head, and said quietly, "What can I mention for money? If Liu Dong likes it, he can stay."
Liu Haikang nodded excitedly.
He felt that he was worth all his life when he could get such a picture.
He is even thinking about how many people to invite to his home to observe after finishing the installation.
"Oh, by the way, Dong Ye, do you have a big seal? Could you please sign me a payment!" Liu Haikang suddenly asked.
Ye Xuan grinned, "No, I'll make one myself when I turn around."
It doesn't matter whether it is really understanding or arty understanding, and those who are predestined will naturally get it.Liu Haikang and Ye Xuan had a brief chat for a while. Regardless of the identity of the other party, he also admired Ye Xuan very much.Now that I heard Ye Xuan's words about calligraphy, he couldn't help but feel enthusiastic, and asked, "Does Ye Dong practice calligraphy? Why don't you go upstairs and talk about it?"Ye Xuan nodded his head when he saw that the people around him were eager."A few, follow me."Liu's villa has its own elevator. Under Liu Haikang's leadership, several people went up to the top floor.The top floor was converted into a study room by Liu Haikang, and the furniture inside was still a water of Dalbergia odoratum, demonstrating his economic strength.On an unusually large desk, there are four treasures in the study. There is a stack of fine rice paper in the middle, with a paperweight on it.There are a few Zhejiang Lake pens on the pen holder, which are also the best in the brush. Each one is expensive.Liu Yanran didn't know how to calligraphy, so she went straight to the bookshelf.When she first came up, she stared at the many thread-bound books on the shelf, and she was very curious about it."Dong Liu, can you just open and read these?" Liu Yanran asked politely.Many sophisticated collectors hate someone reading their antique books with bare hands, because the water vapor in one's hands will speed up the decay of the ancient books.If you really want to read it, you must put on a dry white glove on your hand before you can read the book.Liu Haikang didn't mind, he waved his hand very grandly, "Director Liu, just look at it!"Liu Yun silently followed behind without making a sound.Almost no one can understand how he feels now.The difference between his own father and usual times is so great that it is difficult for him to accept it for a while.Some even miss that calm and gentle old man.Liu Haikang walked to the side of the inkstone and rubbed some ink out by himself.The bulging black liquid had a peculiar aroma.Ye Xuan just raised his nose and smelled it, and he had already guessed the source of this ink, "It's Huimo, Liu Dong is really a particular person, and the things and utensils he uses are excellent."Huimo is the best in ink, which can be judged from the color and unique fragrance.Such ink is worthy of antique inkstone.Liu Haikang polished his ink, walked to the desk and stood still. After thinking for a while, he wrote a poem like a dragon on paper.It was Ye Xuan who said before and praised Deng Shiru's poem.It's rare to have the same heart with Xuejing, but also to know wealth and other floating clouds.Experts will know if there is any.The moment Liu Haikang picked up the brush, the whole person's temperament changed to a certain extent.The writing brush is under his control, and the pen-walking dragons and snakes usually walk quickly on the paper.A simple line of words, but there is a feeling of grandeur rushing towards you.Between strokes and strokes, it seems that Liu Haikang's years of life experience and understanding of life are all integrated, and every word is full of stories.After everyone saw Liu Haikang's words, they couldn't help but admire."Sure enough, Dong Liu is well versed in it. The words written in these words fully embody the essence!""It's really good writing, it's so strong on the back of the paper! It feels like the rice paper on which the writing is written is as heavy as a thousand catties!""There is a majestic atmosphere between the lines, daddy, your vibes are all melted into these words!"When Liu Haikang heard everyone complimenting himself so, he quickly laughed and waved his hands, "Everyone, please don't praise me, I am the least praised, and it is easy to be proud if you praise me, you are trying to kill me! "Hearing Liu Haikang's very humorous self-deprecating laughter, everyone laughed and the atmosphere became very friendly.Liu Haikang has been passionate about calligraphy since he was young.According to his own words, practicing calligraphy can calm his mind and let him face the troubles and trivial matters in life more peacefully.This practice lasted for decades, and decades of skills were written on paper, and the natural effect was amazing.Liu Haikang looked at the line of words he wrote on the desk, and felt very satisfied in his heart, and even felt that it was completely beyond the usual level.After putting down the brush satisfactorily, Liu Haikang turned his head and looked at Ye Xuan and asked, "How about it, Dong Ye? Would you like to write a picture as well?Ye Xuan agreed without thinking, "Okay."Liu Yun, who was standing behind, heard Ye Xuan's response, his face was full of horror and inconceivability. He directly said to his father: "Father, I didn't say you, you are a bit bullying! You are practicing. How old is Ye Ge after decades of calligraphy?"As Liu Haikang's son, Liu Yun is already in his twenties, and Ye Xuan is only eight years old. If this is said, anyone who is interested will have to call him an old man and disrespect.Thinking of this, Liu Yun quickly turned to Ye Xuan and said, Brother Ye, don't be fooled by my father! He is a member of the Jinling Calligraphy Association, and he has won several provincial-level awards in previous years. Don't be fooled by the city-level calligraphy contest gold medal!"Ye Xuan didn't know if he didn't understand the gold content of these awards, or didn't care at all. He chuckled and shook his head, and said, The first state of calligraphy practice is form. Whether it's cursive or official calligraphy, grasp it. Characteristics, practice its essence, and merge your own understanding."As soon as Ye Xuan's words came out, the few people present were all caught in their eyes and listened carefully to what he said with their ears erected."After this first stage, even if you have mastered the essence of calligraphy, what you will pursue next is not a certain shape, but the meaning of the word."Liu Haikang's expression changed, and his gaze at Ye Xuan was full of shock.An eight-year-old child who can speak so accurately and transparently is a powerful character!Liu Yanran seemed to be interested in the meaning of calligraphy that Ye Xuan said, and asked, "What does meaning mean?""It's a bit simpler and more popular, and it means. Just like many people use cursive script when writing poems, but they must use official script when writing official documents, because the content to be expressed is different, and different statements can give People have different moods. On the surface, it sounds like the effect of the font, but in the final analysis, it is still the person who writes calligraphy."The understanding of calligraphy has reached the second level, so no matter which kind of calligraphy is used, the viewer can feel different moods through the understanding of meaning.Liu Haikang couldn't help but applaud, he looked at Ye Xuan expectantly, "Then what is the third realm?"Ye Xuan lowered his eyes, "The third realm is momentum! It is also an upgrade of the second artistic realm."Meaning, more emphasis is on understanding the meaning of words.The potential is to fully embody that meaning after understanding the meaning of the word.That's why, the real calligraphy of everyone, you can feel the shocking feeling at a glance, as if it is real.The whole study became quiet in an instant, and I could even hear everyone's breathing clearly.The others breathed a sigh of relief. They had just digested such a huge amount of information, and they are still in shock, and they need time to figure it out.Just when everyone was on their own minds, Ye Xuan had already picked up the pen and dipped in the ink.From the moment Ye Xuan picked up the brush, his whole aura had undergone an astonishing change.Even if there is no change in his height and appearance, no one dares to despise him because he is too short.That kind of aura that radiated slowly, like coercion, shook several people around him not daring to gasp loudly.It's so fanciful!The few people who were not optimistic about Ye Xuan's calligraphy had a glimmer of anticipation in their hearts."When the teenager was fifteen or twenty, he won the horse riding on foot.Shoot the white-fronted tiger in Zhongshan, willing to count the yellow beards in Yexia! "While talking, Ye Xuan started writing.boom!For an instant, everyone looked at the character, their eyes widened, and they couldn't believe what they saw, this character!If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, no one would have believed that an eight-year-old child turned out to be an extremely beautiful running script.Ye Xuan's wrist is very powerful, and in many cases the enemy has an illusion, as if he is not holding a brush, but a sharp sword.That powerful stroke seemed to pierce through the thin rice paper.Ye Xuan's writing speed is very fast, his movements look very light, but every word he writes carries a heavy weight.The mahogany desks that are well-arranged are all moaning constantly.Several people opened their mouths unconsciously, as if the shock and shock in their hearts were too great, and they spilled out along their mouths."How exactly did this happen? Ye Dong wrote about the white-fronted tiger. The image of the white-fronted tiger has appeared before my eyes, walking towards me step by step.""Although I don't understand calligraphy, I can feel the taste and power between the lines, even more powerful than those who are world-famous!""Written in handwriting by Ye Dong, if he personally goes off to participate in a few games, his name will soon appear in the history of calligraphy!"Ye Xuan didn't seem to hear a loud praise and praise, and continued to write down."Fighting three thousand miles in one body, one sword was once a millionaire division.The Han soldiers fought like a thunderbolt, and the captives were afraid of tribulus. "In a stroke, the horse leaps into the sky and leaves without a trace.It's like the flying dragon flying around, coming from nothingness, and returning to Xukuang.This almost crazy impulse of primitive vitality contained the aura of heaven and earth.Observe its strength without losing its strength, showing its posture without exaggeration, and its handwriting flowing smoothly.Floating like clouds, just like a dragon.The iron book and silver hook are the best of the past and present.Man Qing's pen is full of muscles and bones.If the first four poems can only give people a sense of picture, or a sense of fragmentation like a small moving picture.Then the next four poems, at the moment Ye Xuan finished writing them, were like movies with the play button being pressed.Come alive!The scene of the battle on the battlefield was instantly displayed in front of everyone.The warrior in armor and the halberd in his hand seem to have arrived in front of you!A drop of blood dripped down the halberd and landed on everyone's foreheads...Warm, threw blood on his face!People were awakened suddenly, and they were scared into a cold sweat.Liu Haikang's face turned pale, feeling that the worldview was shaking.In his perception, a good set of characters is like a 2D picture.Draw the meaning you want to express on paper and present it in front of the viewer.Details, actions, everything, let you take a look and have a panoramic view.If there is a rare upgraded version, it must be like a small animation, which will make the whole picture alive.People have gained popularity.Things, with the spirit.But Ye Xuan made a big move directly in front of them.After the eight verses were written, everyone seemed to be on the ancient battlefield, watching the generals fight, and they were splashed with blood.This is not a movie, nor is it a 4D dynamic movie.It's a completely immersive movie experience!The start is Wang Zhan."This, is this the third state of calligraphy, aura?" Liu Haikang seemed to be talking to himself, and he seemed to be asking Ye Xuan.Ye Xuan nodded and gently put the brush back to its original place. Then he said, "I think this is the third realm of my understanding, the so-called imposing expression, but I have to make a few laugh. I learned It's just a little bit of fur."fur?The other few people glanced at each other subconsciously.Too much humility is just pride.This kind of immersive movie-watching experience can't be achieved even with the current high-tech.You made us feel it again with a simple word, but you still said it was just a fur?If this is all fur, and if you want to enter the house or become a master, then I am afraid it must be a four-dimensional world, a dimension that can be understood.Everyone spoke almost at the same time, affirming Ye Xuan's strength."I have been immersed in the law for many years, and I guarantee with my personality that Ye Dong, your calligraphy skills are definitely at the level of a top-notch master!""The picture just now is too strong and shocking! I never imagined such a magnificent scene when I was dreaming. Today is really an experience!""Brother Ye, you are so modest! Today is the chairperson of the major calligraphy associations. If anyone can spot your fault, I can fight him on the spot!"Thousands of words are combined into one sentence, which is admiration.They all know how to write, starting from the crooked strokes when they were young, and after more than ten or twenty years of practice, they barely reached the target level.But the eight-year-old child in front of him has surpassed them too much!They are practicing for a realm that they can't reach for 800 years!Liu Haikang put his hands together and bowed very religiously to Ye Xuan, "Ye Dong, your handwriting is amazing. I beg you to resell it to me. I am willing to bid 20 million!"Liu Haikang is simply so excited~www.novelhall.com~ He has never seen such a good word.To be honest, at the beginning, he also had the mentality to show his calligraphy skills.Only now did he know how painful such a face slap was.Ye Xuan shook his head, and said quietly, "What can I mention for money? If Liu Dong likes it, he can stay."Liu Haikang nodded excitedly.He felt that he was worth all his life when he could get such a picture.He is even thinking about how many people to invite to his home to observe after finishing the installation."Oh, by the way, Dong Ye, do you have a big seal? Could you please sign me a payment!" Liu Haikang suddenly asked.Ye Xuan grinned, "No, I'll make one myself when I turn around."
