Seeing this scene, everyone was shocked beyond measure.
Especially Wang Gaizhi's disciples looked at Ye Chen with inexplicable and complicated eyes.
Three points into the wood, this legendary realm of calligraphy actually appeared in front of them, which made them feel as if they had traveled back to the Wang Family Courtyard in the Eastern Jin Dynasty.
Wang Xizhi, the calligrapher of the past, also used a brush to write on a board, which penetrated three-thirds of the way into the board.
Today's Ye Chen is even better than him, and even at a higher level, because he has demonstrated a hundred ways of writing fonts.
"Oh my god, how did you do that?" Jiang Wanqing covered her sexy little mouth and stared at Ye Chen for a moment.
Her face was full of shock. This guy must have hidden it too deeply. She had known him for so long and she didn't even know that this guy had such high attainments in calligraphy.
Glancing at Wang Gai intentionally or unintentionally, Ye Chen smiled lightly and said, "It's actually very simple. As long as you have the right intention, everything will fall into place."
As long as you have the heart, everything will fall into place?
Wang Gaizhi was shocked, and immediately showed a thoughtful expression.
This state is very mysterious. Among the people present, except for Ye Chen, only Wang Gaizhi can experience it a little bit.
Everyone else looked at each other in confusion. On the surface, they were respectful to Ye Chen, but in fact, they sneered at his words in their hearts.
If one could reach such a state of calligraphy with determination, then the so-called masters of calligraphy would have been ruined long ago.
Looking at everyone's expressions one by one, Ye Chen didn't find it strange at all. Without a certain understanding of calligraphy, he couldn't resonate with what he just said.
And the reason why he said these words was just to remind Wang Gaizhi.
"Teacher, I have a heartfelt request. I wonder if you can agree to it." Wang Gaizhi suddenly asked cautiously.
"Say." Ye Chen did not directly agree to his request.
Pointing to the desk, Wang Gaizhi said with some embarrassment: "Teacher, can I move this desk? I want to study the 100-year-old picture on it."
Ye Chen was stunned for a moment, which actually stopped him because this desk was not his, but Jiang Qingzhong's.
"Ask my uncle. If he is willing to give it, then I have no problem with it." Shrugging, Ye Chen said indifferently.
Wang Gaizhi was overjoyed and quickly looked back at Jiang Qingzhong and asked: "Principal Jiang, can you..."
"Of course, you can have it moved out today after I sort out the things."
Before Wang Gaizhi finished speaking, Jiang Qingzhong agreed directly.
However, he also made a small request, asking Wang Gaizhi to be their professor at the School of Art of Jinling University.
If Wang Gaizhi can agree, then with the help of the name of the calligrapher of the imperial capital, the Art Institute of Jinling University will be comparable to the Beiqing University of the imperial capital and become a first-class existence.
As for Jinling University’s influence, it will also increase accordingly.
Hearing Jiang Qingzhong's request, the middle-aged men couldn't help but shake their heads, feeling that their mentor was indifferent to fame and fortune and would definitely not agree.
But the next moment, Wang Gaizhi's performance almost made them smile from ear to ear in surprise.
"No problem. If there are arrangements, I can stay in Jinling City." Wang Gaizhi agreed without even thinking about it, looking as if he was afraid that Jiang Qingzhong would regret it.
The middle-aged people looked at each other, feeling as if they were beeping. Their mentor was going to stay in Jinling City, what would they do as apprentices?
Should he accompany his old man to stay in Jinling City, or should he return to the imperial capital and perform his duties? Several people were in a dilemma.
Compared with their mentors who were indifferent to fame and wealth, they had too many titles and auras. Their roots were in the imperial capital. Staying in Jinling City would mean giving up everything.
Those middle-aged people looked at me and I looked at you. Finally, one of them mustered up the courage to say: "Teacher, after much thought, we still want to return to the Imperial Capital. That is our home. Stay in Jinling." City, we are not used to it..."
Looking at them deeply, Wang Gaizhi knew very well the little thoughts of his disciples.
However, he did not blame them. After all, everyone had their own pursuits.
Besides, he wanted to stay in Jinling City so that he could be closer to his little teacher Ye Chen.
That being the case, what qualifications does he have to force his disciples to stay here with him.
"You can make your own arrangements. It's the same wherever you study calligraphy." Wang Gaizhi nodded slightly.
After hearing the words of their mentor, the middle-aged people were relieved and looked happy on their faces.
Ye Chen couldn't help but shook his head. These disciples that Wang Gaizhi accepted were even more miserable than he himself was.
After all, Wang Gaizhi still has a pure heart for calligraphy, but all of his apprentices are people who are chasing fame and fortune.
In their hearts, fame and fortune come first, and calligraphy attainments come second.
"By the way, teacher, you asked me to come to a calligraphy exhibition. Could you please help me see which works are more suitable for me to exhibit?"
Taking out a stack of calligraphy and painting works from his luggage, Wang Gaizhi's eyes fell on Ye Chen and he humbly asked him for advice.
After taking the stack of rice paper, Ye Chen flipped through several pages in succession and sighed.
"Teacher, what's wrong?" Wang Gaizhi suddenly asked in fear.
Is it possible that none of the dozen or so works that I am proud of have caught the eye of this little teacher?
"It's too bad, it's really too bad." Ye Chen looked depressed and muttered, "It's a good thing I don't have you as a formal disciple, otherwise I would have been kicked out by the old guy."
Of course, it was not so much a mumbling, but the sound was almost the same as normal speech, and everyone present heard it.
Wang Gaizhi's face suddenly turned red, not because of shyness, but because of shame.
The majestic calligrapher of the imperial capital, the true master of calligraphy, was said to be worthless in Ye Chen's mouth, which made him have the urge to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.
Fortunately, the people present were all members of his own family, otherwise, he would really be embarrassed to see others.
"Forget it, I won't read it. It's too annoying. You'd better show it to my uncle and eldest wife, and you can show them what they like." Ye Chen said helplessly after sighing.
He really wanted to give Wang Gaizhi some guidance, but after reading the work, he realized that there were so many things that needed guidance, and it was impossible for him to finish them in just a short while.
"I still have something to do, so I'll leave first. You guys can study it slowly." Ye Chen was thinking about Xiao Ruoruo and was too lazy to waste time here.
After saying goodbye to Jiang Wanqing and Jiang Qingzhong, Ye Chen walked outside the school alone.
Looking at the time, it was still early before noon. If she could get back in time, Xiao Ruoruo wouldn't need to order takeout.
Ye Chen hailed a taxi and got in.
When passing by the entrance of the vegetable market, he asked the driver to stop and then went in to buy some vegetables.
Initially the driver refused to agree, but as Ye Chen threw out two stacks of red bills, the driver suddenly had no objection at all.
