Zhao Ji looked at Gao Zhang, carefully recalling his words, and thought that he only looked like that after seeing his signature.
But the question is, who is the destined person in his dream?
Well, since this little kid wants to show off, I'll let him take a step and see what tricks he can tell.
Reaching out and handing the landscape painting to Yang Jian, Zhao Ji once again picked up the precious purple hair brush and placed it on the snow-white rice paper.
Looking at the opponent's quick and agile strokes, thin and strong handwriting, and exposed strokes, you can clearly see traces of the strokes such as running Tetons. This style is quite unique and distinctive.
Gao Zhang was 1,000% sure that this was the thin golden body that he had trained hard for many years in his previous life and was nicknamed the "Bitter Body" by his classmates.
"The Four Hundred and Eighty Temples of the Southern Dynasties..."
After writing these seven words, Zhao Ji nodded secretly with satisfaction, and then looked towards Gao Zhang.
Gao Zhang, who looked extremely excited and eager to try, took the pen handed over by Zhao Ji and smiled.
After standing still, he raised his pen and placed it on the rice paper. With the first stroke, Zhao Ji's puzzled expression suddenly stiffened.
When the first character completely appeared on the rice paper, whether it was Zhao Ji, Yang Jian, or the talented Li Shishi.
All of them had their eyes widened in an exaggerated way and their mouths were wide open, just like the frightened and distorted beasts described by abstract painters.
"Impossible, this is simply impossible!"
The faint king Zhao Ji, who had a thin golden body and had just reached the advanced level, was buzzing at the moment, and he was roaring with anger in his heart.
I think because my calligraphy and painting are thin and hard, I first learned from Huang Tingjian, and later studied from Chu Suiliang in the Tang Dynasty, as well as the brothers Xue Ji and Xue Zhen.
In the end, he created this unique new style of calligraphy, which is enough to establish a sect.
But so far, the number of people who have seen new calligraphy like me who just created it not long ago is probably no more than ten.
But this Gao Aiqing's only son actually knows how to do it, and it seems that he has been practicing it for many years.
Miss Shishi's cherry little mouth was now open enough to hold a fist, and her watery bright eyes turned back and forth between Zhao Ji and Gao Zhang.
Why is there almost no difference between their handwriting? But looking at Zhao Guanren's expression, he seemed to be frightened.
"Is it true that he has been separated for many years and has never been seen..."
Yang Jian's eyes also bulged like a dying frog that had been harmed by a naughty child and was left dying in the mud.
Guanjia's font is a brand-new font that Guanjia created on his own after learning from famous masters over the years.
But now, looking at the fingers, wrists and hands of the only son of Taiwei Gao's family as he writes, it seems as if he has been practicing for many years, as mature and refined.
After a few breaths, the seven standard thin gold calligraphy words "How Many Towers in the Misty Rain" were written on the paper.
Gao Zhang put down the very useful purple hair brush in his hand with satisfaction and turned his head.
He showed a showy and proud smile towards Zhao Ji, who had lost control of his expression and had a crooked mouth and squinting eyes.
"Brother, do you remember now? These are all the skills you taught me in my dream."
Zhao Ji rubbed his face vigorously, which finally made the face that was numb with shock no longer so stiff.
He raised his fingers, pointed at himself, then at Gao Zhang, and asked in a low voice.
"Did I teach you?"
Seeing Gao Zhang's look of expectation and admiration, he nodded, especially those clear and innocent eyes, which touched people's hearts more than anything else.
Looking at the handwriting that is obviously very experienced and silky, it seems that it has been practiced thousands of times.
Although Zhao Ji was sure that he had never taught Gao Zhang, he saw Gao Zhang's expression and eyes.
Soon he thought of the destined person in his dream that Gao Zhang once said.
"Hiss..." Zhao Ji, the feudal and superstitious king, couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. Could it be...could it be...
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All the people on this floor of the building have left, leaving only Zhao Ji, Yang Jian, and of course the young man Gao Zhang.
Listening to this handsome young man with red lips and white teeth, he stuttered and told the legendary story of how he learned this thin golden body.
“More than a month ago, I fell seriously ill, and at that time, I was completely confused.
At that time, I heard a very beautiful sound, as if it was music playing in my head.
I opened my eyes, but I only saw the palace floating in the clouds and the cranes..."
Zhao Ji heard the palaces and cranes floating in the clouds. In an instant, he sat upright and clutched the lapels of his clothes with both hands.
He stared at Gao Zhang without blinking, as if he was afraid of missing something.
In Gao Zhang's narration, a man whose appearance was unclear, but who made people feel like a banished immortal appeared in his dream.
This man just stood there in his dream, writing something in front of the desk.
Gao Zhang came closer out of curiosity and saw this man whose face could not be seen clearly, and who looked like a banished immortal.
Various poems from ancient times to the present are being written in this font.
"I asked this little brother if I could learn from it, and then he smiled at me and said "yes".
After that, a desk appeared in front of me, a pen that could never run out of ink appeared in my hand, and a piece of rice paper that would never run out no matter how I wrote..."
Zhao Ji, the faint king who likes Taoism, magic and immortality, was excited and hesitant when he heard this.
Much like his own banished immortal, he also knows his own original calligraphy style.
Could it be that this child has a connection with immortality and met me who has ascended to become an immortal? No wonder I also feel that I have a special eye for this kid, and I have a special affinity for him. Well, it’s not because he speaks nicely and is an interesting person.
Gao Zhang continued to tell that in that dream, the little brother hardly spoke and just kept writing there.
As for me, I worked hard to learn calligraphy from my little brother, and in that fairyland, there seemed to be no concept of time.
Moreover, Gao Zhang didn't know how long he had been writing until this little brother came up to him and looked at his calligraphy, which he had practiced for who knows how many years.
"My little brother told me that I have almost finished practicing, so it's time to say goodbye."
Having said this, Gao Zhang showed a nostalgic and melancholy expression.
"At that time, I asked the little brother when he and I could meet again."
"My little brother smiled, touched my head and said, 'You and I have a deep connection, and now we are connected because of calligraphy. We should meet again if we are destined to meet again.'"
"By the way, Xiao Gao, have you asked the Immortal whether there is a title for this kind of calligraphy style?"
After hearing this, Gao Zhang patted his forehead as if he suddenly remembered.
Seeing Gao Zhang's expression of thinking hard about memories, Zhao Ji stood up slowly as if possessed, and looked directly at Gao Zhang.
"Did he answer you? Did he say what his name was?"
PS: If the new book is not enough, you can read the old book of the same style that I just finished, "The First Family of the Tang Dynasty"
PS: I only need a few monthly passes to break the 100 mark. If you still have some tickets, please throw some away.
