Chapter 100 Dragons and Phoenixes Dance!

It doesn't matter whether it is true understanding or arty understanding, those who are destined will naturally get it.

Liu Haikang and Ye Xuan briefly chatted for a while, and 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, I couldn't help feeling warm, and asked, "Does Director Ye practice calligraphy? Why don't you go upstairs to communicate?"

Seeing the eager expressions of the people around him, Ye Xuan nodded in agreement.

"Several, come with me."

The Liu family's villa had its own elevator, and under the leadership of Liu Haikang, several people went to the top floor.

The top floor was converted into a study by Liu Haikang, and the furniture inside is still a water of fragrant rosewood, showing his economic strength.

On the unusually large desk, the four treasures of the study are complete. In the middle is a stack of good rice paper with paperweights pressed on it.

There are several Zhejiang Lake pens on the pen holder, which are also the best among the brushes, and each one is expensive.

Liu Yanran didn't know calligraphy, so she went straight to the bookshelf.

As soon as she came up, she stared at the many wire-bound books on the bookshelf, and she was very curious about it.

"Dong Liu, can these be opened directly?" Liu Yanran asked politely.

Many sophisticated collectors hate to have someone flip through their antique books with their bare hands, because the water vapor on their hands will speed up the decay of ancient books.

If you really want to read, you have to put on a pair of dry white gloves on your hands before you can flip through the books.

Liu Haikang didn't mind, he waved his hand very aggressively, "Director Liu just look at it!"

Liu Yun silently followed behind without making a sound.

Few people could understand how he was feeling right now.

The difference between his own father and usual is too great, and it was difficult for him to accept it for a while.

Even a little miss that old man.

Liu Haikang walked to the inkstone platform and ground some ink by himself.

The bulging black liquid has a strange aroma.

Ye Xuan just picked up his nose and smelled it, and already guessed the source of this ink, "It's Huimo, Liu Dong is really a particular person, and the things and equipment he uses are excellent."

Hui ink is the best ink in ink, which can be judged from its color and unique fragrance.

Such ink is worthy of an antique inkstone.

Liu Haikang finished the ink, walked to the desk and stood still. After thinking for a while, he wrote a poem like a dragon on the paper.

It was Ye Xuan who said it before, praising Deng Shiru's poem.

It is rare to have the same mind as the snow, and to know the clouds such as wealth and honor.

As soon as the experts make a move, they will know if there is any.

The moment Liu Haikang picked up the brush, his temperament changed to a certain extent.

Under his control, the brush roamed quickly on the paper like a dragon or snake.

A simple line of words, but there is a sense of grandeur rushing towards him.

Between strokes and strokes, it seems that Liu Haikang's many years of life experience and perception of life are all integrated, and every word is full of stories.

When everyone saw Liu Haikang's words, they couldn't help but exclaimed in admiration.

"Liu Dong really knows his way. The essence of these words is fully reflected!"

"It's really good words, it's like a strong force through the back of the paper! It feels like the rice paper on which the words are written is as heavy as a thousand jins!"

"There is a majestic atmosphere between the lines, Dad, your character is all melted into these words!"

When Liu Haikang heard everyone compliment him so, he quickly laughed and waved his hands, "Everyone, please don't praise me, I am the most uncomplimented person, and it is easy to be proud when you praise me, you are trying to kill me! "

Hearing Liu Haikang's very humorous self-deprecation, everyone laughed and the atmosphere became very friendly.

Liu Haikang has been fond of calligraphy since he was young, and he has never given up this hobby even though he has been in business for many years.

According to his own statement, practicing calligraphy can calm his mind and allow him to face the troubles and trivial matters in life more peacefully.

This practice is decades, and the foundation of decades is written on paper, and the natural effect is 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.

Satisfied after putting down the brush, Liu Haikang turned his head to look at Ye Xuan and asked, "How is it, Ye Dong? If you write a picture too, consider it as a practice?"

Ye Xuan agreed without thinking, "Okay."

Liu Yun, who was standing in the back, heard Ye Xuan's response, his face was full of surprise and disbelief, and he said directly to his father: "Dad, I didn't tell you, you are a bit bullying! Calligraphy has been practiced for decades, how old is Brother Ye?"

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 has a heart will have to call him old and disrespectful.

Thinking of this, Liu Yun quickly turned around and said to Ye Xuan: "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 the past few years. The city-level calligraphy competition gold medal, you must not be fooled!"

Ye Xuan didn't know if he didn't understand the gold content of these awards, or if he didn't care at all, he chuckled and shook his head, and said, "The first realm of practicing calligraphy is shape. Whether it's cursive script or official script, grasp it. characteristics, practice its essence, and integrate one's own understanding."

As soon as Ye Xuan's words came out, several people present

All were attracted, and they listened carefully to what he said.

"After this first stage, even if you have mastered the essence of calligraphy, the next thing you pursue is not a certain type of character, but the meaning of the character."

Liu Haikang's complexion changed, and his eyes were full of shock when he looked at Ye Xuan.

An eight-year-old child, who can speak so accurately and clearly, is a powerful character!

Liu Yanran also seemed to have some interest in the meaning of calligraphy that Ye Xuan said, and asked, "Yi, what does it mean?"

"Yi, to put it simply and generally, is the meaning. Just like many people use cursive script when writing poetry, but they must use official script when writing official documents, because the content to be expressed is different, and different interpretations can also give People have different moods. On the surface, it sounds like the effect of fonts, 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 what 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 an upgrade of the second mood."

Meaning, more emphasis is placed on understanding the meaning of words.

The potential is to fully reflect the meaning after understanding the meaning of the word.

That's why, the real calligraphy of everyone can feel the feeling of being frightened at a glance, as if it is real.

The whole study became quiet in an instant, and everyone could even hear the breathing clearly.

The rest of the people let out a heavy sigh. They had just digested such a huge amount of information, and they are still in shock, and they still need time to figure it out.

Just when everyone had their own concerns, Ye Xuan had already picked up the pen and dipped it in ink.

From the moment Ye Xuan picked up the writing brush, the momentum of his whole person changed amazingly.

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 momentum that slowly radiated, like a coercion, shocked several people around them to dare not breathe loudly.

So fanciful!

A few people who were not optimistic about Ye Xuan's calligraphy at first had a trace of anticipation in their hearts.

"When I was fifteen or twenty when I was young, I won the horse riding on foot.

Shoot the Zhongshan white-fronted tiger, and be willing to count the yellow beards under Ye! "

As he spoke, Ye Xuan wrote down.

boom!

For a moment, when everyone looked at the word, their eyes widened, they couldn't believe what they saw, this word!

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, no one would have believed that an eight-year-old child had an extremely beautiful running script.

Ye Xuan's wrist strength is very powerful, and many times it makes the enemy have an illusion, as if he is not holding a brush, but a sword with a sharp end.

That heavy stroke seemed to pierce through the thin rice paper.

Ye Xuan's writing speed is very fast, and his movements seem very light, but the words he writes carry the weight of thousands of pounds.

The good mahogany desks are constantly groaning along with the creaking.

Several people opened their mouths unconsciously, as if the shock and shock in their hearts were too great, and overflowed along their mouths.

"How did this happen? Ye Dong wrote about the white-fronted tiger, and the image of the white-fronted tiger appeared in front of my eyes, walking towards me step by step."

"Although I don't know calligraphy, I can feel the flavor and power between the lines, even more powerful than those world-famous people!"

"Ye Dong is handwritten, if he goes off to participate in a few games in person, his name will soon appear in the history of calligraphy!"

Ye Xuan continued to write down as if he hadn't heard the compliments and praises.

"He fought for three thousand miles in one body, and with one sword, he was once a teacher of a million.

The Han soldiers were as fast as thunderbolts, and the captives and cavalry collapsed in fear of thorns. "

With a single stroke, the view is like a stray horse flying into the sky and leaving the dust.

It is like a dragon flying around in the sky, coming from nothing and returning to the void.

This almost insane impulse of primitive vitality contains the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Observe his strength without losing his strength, his posture without exaggeration, and his handwriting flowing like a cloud.

Floating like a floating cloud, arrogant like a frightening dragon.

The iron book and silver hook are the best in ancient and modern times.

Manqing's pen, Yan Jin Liu bone.

If the first four lines of poems can only give people a sense of picture, or a sense of fragments like small animations.

Then the next four lines of poems, the moment Ye Xuan finished writing, seemed like a movie with the play button pressed.

come alive!

The picture of the battle on the battlefield was instantly displayed in front of everyone.

The warriors in armor and the swords and halberds in their hands seem to be in front of them!

A drop of blood dripped down the halberd and fell on everyone's forehead...

Warm, with a bloody breath on the face!

It made people wake up suddenly, and was directly in a cold sweat.

Liu Haikang's face turned pale, and he felt that his worldview was shaking.

In his cognition, a good word is like a 2d picture.

Draw the meaning you want to express on paper and present it in front of the viewer.

Details, movements, everything, let you have a look, a panoramic view.

If there is an upgraded version that is rare, it must be like a small animation that makes the whole picture come alive.

people, with popularity.

Things, with the spirit of artifact.

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 fighting and being splattered with blood.

This is not a movie, nor is it a 4d movie with motion.

But a fully immersive cinematic experience!

The start is Wang Zhuang.

"This, this is the third realm of calligraphy, is it imposing?" Liu Haikang seemed to be talking to himself, and also seemed to be asking Ye Xuan.

Ye Xuan nodded, put the brush back in its place, and then said, "I think this is the third realm in my understanding, the so-called performance of momentum, but I want to make a few people laugh, I learn It's just a little bit of fur."

fur?

The others looked at each other subconsciously.

Too modest, but proud.

Such an immersive viewing experience cannot be achieved even with today's high technology.

You let us feel it with a simple word, and you still say it's just fur?

If this is all fur, 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 at the same time, affirming Ye Xuan's strength.

"I have been immersed in law for many years, and I guarantee with my personality that your calligraphy strength, Director Ye, is definitely at the level of a top master!"

"The picture just now is too strong and shocking! I never imagined such a magnificent scene when I was dreaming, and I really saw it today!"

"Brother Ye, you are so humble! Today is the president of the major calligraphy associations here. If anyone can pick out a little fault with you, I can fight him on the spot!"

Thousands of words condensed into one sentence, admiration.

They all know how to write. They all started with crooked strokes when they were young. After practicing for more than ten or twenty years, they barely reached the target level.

But the eight-year-old child in front of him has surpassed them by so much!

Even if they practiced for eight hundred years, they could not reach the realm!

Liu Haikang folded his hands together and bowed to Ye Xuan very reverently, "Ye Dong, this painting of yours is simply amazing, I implore you to resell it to me, I am willing to offer 20 million!"

Liu Haikang was simply too excited, he had never seen such a good word.

To be honest, at the beginning, he also had the mentality to show his calligraphy strength.

Only now did he know how painful such a slap in the face was.

Ye Xuan shook his head and said in a low voice: "What kind of money is not worth mentioning, if Liu Dong likes it, just stay."

Liu Haikang nodded excitedly.

To get such a word, he felt that his life was worth it.

He was even thinking about how many people he would invite to his home to observe after the framing was completed.

"Oh, by the way, Ye Dong, do you have a big seal? Please make a note for me!" Liu Haikang suddenly asked.

Ye Xuan grinned: "No, I'll make one myself later."