Collection of Gods

Chapter 203 The Grandmaster's Demeanor
"Cough cough..."

"Da Yuan, my grandpa has always been like this."

"No matter who it is, you never accept gifts. Just take them back."

At this time, Lin Ziyang stepped forward to smooth things over and helped Tang Yuan reinstall Huang Shiling's bluestone seal.

"This……"

Tang Yuan hesitated, and finally had to put the gift away again.

But at this moment, Tang Yuan noticed the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the long table next to him from the corner of his eye, which suddenly made him have some other thoughts in his heart.

"Grandpa Huang, since you think the seal is valuable, does it not violate your principles if I write a message and give it to you?"

Tang Yuan looked at Huang Xi and suddenly said this.

"Oh?"

"You can write?"

Huang Xi did not expect that Tang Yuan would suddenly make such a request, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes subconsciously.

"I know a little bit about Yidian."

Tang Yuan smiled and responded humbly.

"Nowadays, there are fewer and fewer young people who can bear the patience to practice calligraphy." Huang Xi stood up from the imperial chair and walked slowly to the long wooden table: "Little friend Tang, you dare to offer to donate calligraphy, which shows that you You must have some confidence, and in that case, don’t belittle yourself or be overly modest.”

"Ok."

"Then the younger generation will show their ugliness."

Tang Yuan is no longer humble. To put it bluntly, he is a bit arrogant. He has master-level calligraphy skills. In the field of calligraphy, looking at the world, there may not be anyone who can humbly ask for advice.

"Fuck?"

"Dayuan, you can actually do calligraphy?"

Just as Tang Yuan stood up and walked towards the long wooden table, Lin Ziyang stood up, his words full of disbelief.

"You think everyone is like you!"

"I asked you to learn calligraphy, but you said you couldn't stand!"

"I asked you to learn Erhu, but you said it was unlucky!"

"I asked you to learn Chinese painting, but you said you couldn't sit still!"

"Every day is yours for the most reason!"

The study was only that big. Even though Lin Ziyang had lowered his voice as much as possible, Huang Xi still heard it and was directly scolded by the old man with a beard and a glare.

"Grandpa, save some face~"

Lin Ziyang slumped down, with a slight smile on his face.

Huang Xi looked at Lin Ziyang's appearance and shook his head helplessly. However, the Huang family was sparse and the three children were all alone, and each of them was the old man's pet peeve.

No matter how high your official rank is, you can't avoid the blood relationship of a second generation.

"Tang Xiaoyou, what do you plan to write?"

Huang Xi ignored Lin Ziyang and looked at Tang Yuan with interest. It was obvious that Tang Yuan's interest had been piqued.

After hearing this, Tang Yuan thought for a moment, and then quickly came up with an idea. He did not answer Huang Xi's question, but directly picked up the brush on the pen holder and began to gently soak it in ink.

Huang Xi knew that Tang Yuan was trying to get away with it. He smiled slightly and stood quietly by the side, waiting for Tang Yuan to write.

At this moment, Tang Yuan was brewing his own emotions.

For a whole month, Tang Yuan couldn't help but wanted to pick up a pen and splash ink several times, but in the end he was forced to hold back.

Now, there were finally no restrictions. The moment Tang Yuan held the brush, he felt his soul jumping for joy, as if the brush in his hand had become an extension of his body.In an instant, Tang Yuan's whole temperament suddenly changed.

A kind of master's demeanor...

Comes to life!

Huang Xi, who had a rather casual attitude at first, suddenly showed a look of shock when he felt the sudden change in Tang Yuan's aura.

Who is Huang Xi?

Once he was at the feet of the emperor!

After decades of working in politics, I have naturally seen real masters in many fields!

No matter whether it is music, chess, calligraphy and painting, or poetry, wine and tea.

Whenever these masters are in the fields they are good at, they will exude this kind of extreme self-confidence, and their energy and spirit will be particularly full.

However, in Huang Xi's view, the magnanimity exuding from Tang Yuan at this time was far better than the masters he had seen before. In Huang Xi's view, this was simply unbelievable, even outrageous.

One must know that none of the masters he has seen before are under the age of 50. Those people often immerse themselves in a certain skill for decades before they can develop their own unique mastery.

"It's incredible!"

Huang Xi stared at Tang Yuan, muttering full of wonder.

At this moment, Huang Xi's curiosity has been piqued.

The next second, Tang Yuan, whose emotions were brewing to the peak, moved his right hand holding the brush lightly, and the tip of the brush soaked in ink landed on the white rice paper.

……

The west wind is strong, and the wild geese in the sky are calling Shuang Chenyue.

In the frosty morning moon, the sound of horseshoes breaking, and the sound of horns swallowing.

Xiongguan Mandao is really like iron, and now it has started from scratch.

From the beginning, the mountains are like the sea, and the setting sun is like blood.

……

A total of 46 words, written in one go.

There was no pause in the whole process, the writing was smooth and natural.

Running script is mainly divided into running regular script and running cursive script.

Tang Yuan has inherited the master-level running calligraphy skills. Whether it is running regular script or running cursive, his skills have reached a state of perfection. However, Tang Yuan is going to give this calligraphy to an elder. It is naturally not appropriate to write in running cursive, so The writing style he uses is Xingkai.

The whole calligraphy is vigorous, straight and powerful, vigorous and dignified, broad and generous, vertical and restrained, simple and graceful, elegant and strong, self-contained, the knots are rigorous and unbridled, the dots and lines are crisp and three-dimensional Feeling, in the movement of movement, the spirit is majestic and goes out of the rules, perfectly integrating the opposite factors such as fat and thin, sparse and dense, simple and complex, etc., and the bones, muscles, skin, fat, wind and spirit are all present.

This is the new path Tang Yuan finally took after integrating hundreds of schools of thought.

Facts have proved that the system is really awesome.

Now, let alone Huang Xi and Lin Ziyang, even Tang Yuan was so amazed when he looked at the ingenious handwriting in front of him that it was like a work of art. He couldn't even remember how he had written it just now. It was with his right hand. With a slight movement, the entire text appeared in front of his eyes.

Skills have been engraved in Tang Yuan's bones and blood, and have become the instinct of Tang Yuan's body.

At this moment, the entire study was silent.

As a calligraphy lover, Huang Xi naturally knows how to appreciate calligraphy. After Tang Yuan wrote this calligraphy, he was instantly immersed in it. The look in his eyes was sometimes joyful, sometimes shocking, and sometimes intoxicating. , sometimes amazed.

As for Lin Ziyang, although he doesn't know much about calligraphy, he has been around Huang Xi all year round and has been influenced by his ears and eyes, so he still has some ability to appreciate calligraphy and other artworks.

Although Lin Ziyang couldn't explain the reason for Tang Yuan's calligraphy, he could probably feel that the calligraphy Tang Yuan had just written should be very impressive, better than all the calligraphy he had seen before. work……

All awesome!
(End of this chapter)