Chapter 53 53. I admit that I spoke a little loudly just now! Who is your teacher?
Everyone around them looked at Jiang Chen.
The old man who wrote had silver hair, neatly combed, and stared at Jiang Chen with piercing eyes.
Do you know calligraphy?
The uncles and aunties around looked at Jiang Chen with obvious suspicion.
How many young people today know calligraphy?
Not to mention being able to write, there are not many people who even know a little bit about calligraphy.
"Lao Wang, leave him alone and write quickly! The Calligraphy Association is still waiting for your work."
A gray-haired aunt next to her urged the old man holding the pen. .
Lao Wang smiled, slowly put down the brush in his hand, and said slowly: "Some people commented that my calligraphy is just okay, and my calligraphy is okay. I dare not leave it to you to take back to the Calligraphy Association. Go to the exhibition.”
Then, Lao Wang continued to look at Jiang Chen: "Young man, I want to hear how you can tell that my calligraphy is okay?"
Jiang Chen felt the various eyes around him, which brought him He felt some pressure, but he was magnanimous in his heart, so he didn't care about the strange eyes. He looked at Lao Wang's eyes and said softly: "I know a little about calligraphy. What you wrote is running script, and the technique is already very good." I’m proficient, but I’m still just stuck on the technique.”
“Haha, I’m just stuck on the technique? That means I can only write?”
Lao Wang couldn’t help it. Zi laughed and glanced at the people around him: "This young man said that my calligraphy is just about technique, hahaha..."
The people around him also laughed together.
The aunt glared at Jiang Chen: "Young man, stop talking. Lao Wang is a famous calligrapher in Shanghai. He has held calligraphy exhibitions. You are not qualified to make irresponsible remarks!"
Han Qing also reached out and pulled Jiang Chen's sleeve, and whispered Said: "Let's go!"
She glanced at the live broadcast room that was still open. The number of online people in the live broadcast room at this time slowly increased again. It had exceeded 5,000 people. The barrages were also densely packed. There were many Everyone saw what happened through the live broadcast.
Obviously, excitement is what attracts people.
“Lao Jiang spoke in a loud tone.”
"I know this Lao Wang. Wang Zhenhua, the vice president of the Shanghai Calligraphy Association, is very famous in Shanghai for his cursive calligraphy. It's really not something that just anyone can comment on."
"Lao Jiang, we don't understand. Just stop talking!”
“Lao Jiang, I listened to your song, I thought you were a relatively stable person, but I didn’t expect you to be like this in reality. This calligraphy is really not something you can evaluate.”
“Lao Jiang, let’s go and sing well. You can’t do calligraphy. Don’t talk nonsense either..."
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Most of the viewers in the live broadcast room were locals from the Magic City and recognized the identity of the old man. He was a well-known calligrapher in the Magic City and the vice president of the Magic City Calligraphy Association.
Such a figure is a very important figure in the calligraphy world. It is indeed not something that Jiang Chen, an unknown person in the calligraphy world, can evaluate.
However, neither Jiang Chen nor Han Qing paid attention to the live broadcast room and did not care about what the audience said.
Jiang Chen did not continue to explain anything. He just looked at the words written by Lao Wang. They were the four words "Hundred Rivers Converge". It was obviously written for the Magic City.
Modu is the mouth of the Yangtze River. It is not an exaggeration to say that hundreds of rivers converge into the sea from here.
Jiang Chen met the gazes of many people around him and said to Lao Wang: "Old sir, can I borrow your paper and pen?"
Wang Zhenhua looked at Jiang Chen: "Young man, you really want to teach me Writing? ”
Jiang Chen shook his head and said in a neither humble nor condescending manner: "I don't dare to preach! I just saw that the old man's handwriting was very good, and my hands were itchy for a moment, so I wanted to write a few words and let the old man comment."
Things around me Everyone quieted down.
Including the aunt from the calligraphy association, everyone looked at Jiang Chen with an expression of watching the fun.
Such excitement is not common.
Calligraphy competitions between literati are rare.
After all, literati and calligraphers cherish each other's feathers and will not easily compare themselves with others. In that way, there is no benefit whether they win or lose, unless they have grudges.
Han Qing calmed down and looked at Jiang Chen curiously. She could feel the confidence exuding from Jiang Chen. It was the confidence from the bottom of his heart. She was curious in her heart - Jiang Chen really understood. calligraphy? Didn’t you only learn calligraphy in a hobby class? In addition to copying, what else does the calligraphy hobby class teach?
Wang Zhenhua didn’t waste any more nonsense. He put down the brush in his hand, picked up the four words Baichuan Gathering that he had written, stepped back, gave up the space, and made a gesture of invitation with a serious expression. He looked like he was watching a show.
Jiang Chen smiled at Wang Zhenhua and said, "Thank you, old gentleman!"
After saying that, Jiang Chen didn't show any stage fright. Under everyone's gaze, he slowly came to the stone table, digesting the advanced calligraphy skills in his heart. A lot of information and memories are completely integrated into his body instincts, as if he has been practicing calligraphy for many years and calligraphy has entered his home.
The moment he picked up the brush, Jiang Chen's aura changed. His posture when holding the brush was as steady as a mountain.
The look of watching the show on the face of Wang Zhenhua next to him disappeared instantly, and what was replaced was serious and solemn. He stared at Jiang Chen tightly, and kept muttering in his heart - the way this boy holds a pen is really awesome. look.
In the eyes of people who know calligraphy, you can probably know the level of your calligraphy by looking at the way you hold the pen when writing.
When writing, I can't hold the brush steadily, and I can't stand up straight. It's not very good.
However, Jiang Chen stood there as steady as a mountain. When holding the brush, his whole body was motionless, as if he were a sculpture.
The aunt of the Calligraphy Association is also a knowledgeable person, and she was staring at Jiang Chen with wide eyes at this moment. The audience in the live broadcast room also fell silent and stared at Jiang Chen.
When Jiang Chen held the pen, he thought about it for a moment, and then quickly started writing!
The brush in Jiang Chen's hand was like an extension of his arm, blending into his arm. The brush moved like a dragon and a snake, and every stroke was made with the whole body exerting force, as if he was writing with his whole body.
So, every stroke and every stroke contains a profound and grand momentum.
Four words!
Quickly jumps onto the page.
Written the same four words as Wang Zhenhua.
All rivers gather together!
However, when Jiang Chen finished writing, the scene became extremely silent.
Even the few adults and aunts around who were watching the fun did not understand calligraphy at all, they could still see the extraordinaryness of these four words written by Jiang Chen. Each word revealed a grand and majestic The momentum, every stroke and every stroke is like the Yangtze River converging here.
Compared with the four words Wang Zhenhua wrote just now, they are on a different level.
After Jiang Chen finished writing, he felt relaxed all over.
After upgrading his calligraphy to an advanced level, Jiang Chen had the urge to write a few words, but the rental house was too small and there were no suitable pens, inks, paper and inkstones, so he didn't finish it and kept this urge in his heart.
At this time, he found the opportunity to write four words. Jiang Chen felt like he was venting his anger, and he had a new understanding of calligraphy!
A line of system prompts flashed - calligraphy skills gain 200 experience points!
With only four words written, the calligraphy skill directly increased by 200 experience points.
Jiang Chen knew this because when he wrote these four words, he performed exceptionally well and reached the peak of his advanced skills, just shy of master-level calligraphy skills.
Slowly putting down the brush, Jiang Chen smiled at Wang Zhenhua who was stunned and said: "Old sir, you are showing off your embarrassment, don't laugh."
Wang Zhenhua obviously made a swallowing motion, and then smoothly and without leaving a trace, he wrote in his hand Take these four words behind you, He crumpled the paper into a ball with both hands, smiled awkwardly, and said: "Young man, you are humble, you are humble! I don't know what to call you? My name is Wang Zhenhua, old man, have you heard of it?"
At this time in the live broadcast room It also revived instantly, and the barrages were densely packed.
"Lao Jiang, I admit that I spoke too loudly just now! But please explain why the words you wrote are so awesome?"
"I don't know calligraphy. I can see that these four words written by Lao Jiang are much better than those written by the old man just now.”
"Lao Jiang hides everything!"
"Lao Jiang, your calligraphy can be called a great calligrapher in the whole country. Don't keep a low profile."
"Lao Jiang …”
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After listening to Wang Zhenhua’s words, Jiang Chen thought about it carefully He thought, he really had never heard of Wang Zhenhua's name. He had never paid attention to calligraphy before, so naturally he had never heard of it. He shook his head and said: "Sorry, old gentleman, I am ignorant and have never heard of your name. My name is Jiang Chen, you must have never heard of it. My hands were itchy just now.”
A trace of doubt flashed in Wang Zhenhua's eyes.
There is no doubt that he can clearly see that Jiang Chen's calligraphy level is at least one level higher than his. There are only a handful of such masters of calligraphy in the entire Demon City.
Even if you look at the whole country, it is definitely extremely rare.
Logically speaking, such a master of calligraphy cannot be an unknown person. He should have heard of it, or the other party should have heard of his name.
After all, calligraphy circles are not really big.
However, the other party didn't know him, and he didn't know the other party at all.
This is very strange!
Wang Zhenhua asked curiously: "Oh, Jiang Chen, what a good name. Then who is your teacher?"
The uncles and aunties around him were silent at this time, and their eyes were blank. Looking at Jiang Chen curiously, the aunt from the calligraphy association asked: "Is your teacher from the Magic City? We should all know each other."
They all know the famous calligraphers in the Magic City.
Jiang Chen thought for a while and said, "My calligraphy teacher's name is Zhang Xinhua!"
Zhang Xinhua?
Wang Zhenhua and Auntie thought about it carefully, but they had no impression at all.
Wang Zhenhua asked: "Where are you from? What works are you from?"
Jiang Chen was stunned for a moment, what works? Probably not?
"I am a teacher from Ronghui Calligraphy Interest Class in Chengdu. I studied calligraphy with Teacher Zhang for a year in the third grade of elementary school."
Jiang Chen answered truthfully.
Wang Zhenhua and the aunt from the Calligraphy Association were stunned, and everyone around them also widened their eyes after hearing this!
Teacher of the calligraphy hobby class?
Han Qing's eyes widened after hearing this, the corner of her mouth twitched, and she almost stopped laughing, so she forced herself to hold it back.
The barrages in the live broadcast room even exploded.
(End of this chapter)