How to be financially free

Chapter 347 In the ninth year of Yonghe, the year is Kuichou, and the preface of Lanting reappears!
"Do I need to explain?" Xu Wen felt a little ridiculous in his heart.

Believe it or not, it's their business, listen to it if you like it, and forget it if you don't like it, it's none of your business.

"President Tang, if you think it's true, then it's true?" Xu Wen smiled indifferently, and was about to open the car door.

He doesn't have the time to argue right or wrong here, what's wrong with having this time?
Chairman Tang seemed to feel that he had exposed a lie, so he couldn't help but smile.

"Young people, since I have been practicing calligraphy, I have handled countless calligraphy and calligraphy. It's not that I underestimate the young people today. However, calligraphy takes time to learn, and it takes time to accumulate, and the same is true for appreciation."

He strolled to the side and flipped through the book posts, with a confident smile on the corner of his mouth, looking at the calligraphy and painting, he seemed to be ten years younger all of a sudden, and his whole spirit was different.

Afterwards, he stared at Xu Wen with a warning tone.

"Young man, don't come out to point out Jiangshan after learning a little superficiality. Nothing is simple, and the knowledge of calligraphy is especially profound. Please don't point out Jiangshan casually if you don't understand it in the future."

There are several blank rice papers hanging on the wall beside it.

President Tang felt that he seemed to be coming, so he picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote it in a rather chic letter.

There are people beyond people, and there is a sky beyond the sky.

Among other things, he, the president of the Calligraphy Association, still has some strength, and he writes a few words with a lot of momentum, and Boss Sun beside him looks overjoyed.

"Thank you President Tang for your words!" He boldly asked for it.

"Forget it, I'll leave it to you!" President Tang habitually looked for the seal, but found that he was not with him.

Xu Wen studied the words written by Chairman Tang.

I was a little confused in my heart.

"So? What do you want to express?" Xu Wen was a little speechless.

You said that your level has not reached the level of the ancients, but you have learned the habit of the ancients to write and leave ink everywhere.

"It's right, it's wrong, it's wrong, I don't know what it means to give advice." Xu Wen said calmly.

I don't need to look at President Tang's face, what does it matter to me that you are highly respected?
Seeing him relying on the old to sell the old and acting like an educator, Xu Wen naturally won't get used to it.

"Are you still not convinced?" Chairman Tang shook his head, feeling that the young man in front of him was a bit stubborn. He was not uncommon for such a young man, so he decided to teach Xu Wen a lesson.

"At your age, I guess you can't even hold your pen securely. There are pens, ink, paper and inkstone here. Do you dare to write?" President Tang stood with his hands behind his back, with a respectable appearance.

"If you dare to write a few sentences, as a senior, I don't mind pointing you out, so that you can know what is horizontal and vertical, what is elegant, what is heavy, what is cursive, and what is regular."

Xu Wen laughed all of a sudden.

"Why, there are still people rushing to give themselves a chance?"

"I dare to write, do you dare to give pointers?" Xu Wen spoke clearly, neither humble nor overbearing.

"If you don't dare, just write. I'll come and see what you're up to." President Tang said lightly.

Logically speaking, with his status, he shouldn't care about young people, but when he thinks that someone will mistake a genuine product for a fake, he is still a young man. .

Chang E was worried and wanted to say something.

But he saw Xu Wen approaching the hanging rice paper unhurriedly.

Xu Wen picked up a pen, dipped it in ink, and looked at the blank rice paper in front of him.

I don't know who's house outside is playing Lanting Xu's song.

Lanting Lintie, running script is like flowing clouds and flowing water...
The singing is melodious, as if it has been sung for thousands of years.

President Tang stood aside with a half-smile, as if waiting for a good show to unfold.

Chang'e sighed slightly in her heart, her eyes were a little guilty.

No matter how good Xu Wen's calligraphy skills are, in President Tang's eyes, he will probably be refuted later.

At this time, the sun was shining brightly outside the house, and the golden sunlight was half on the rice paper and half on Xu Wen's side.

Xu Wen smiled, as if returning to the late spring of the ninth year of Yonghe.

Together with his friends, he came to the Orchid Pavilion in Shanyin, Kuaiji. It was a sunny day with a gentle breeze blowing, and everything was so beautiful.

The feeling of being slightly drunk permeated my heart, and the two figures spanning thousands of years overlapped.

Xu Wen picked up the pen and tapped the tip of the pen:
In the ninth year of Yonghe, at Kuichou

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President Tang was still in a casual attitude, but suddenly, his pupils shrank, he took a breath, and hurriedly supported the table, as if he was admiring a miracle.

The figure in the distance, in the afternoon sun, lashed out at Fang Qiu, and his every move carried infinite charm.

Langhao brushes have infinite charm, and there are gods between the pens.

"The gossamer can be continued when it is broken, and the dragons and luans will not fight." He muttered to himself.

The word must be strange and the wine is fresh, and it is new and unique. It is not the same as the usual!
The corner of President Tang's mouth was trembling, and Boss Sun on the side hurried forward to help him, but he pushed him away, staggered forward a few steps, stretched out his hand tremblingly, but dared not go forward.

The young man in front of him is no longer a young man.

"The right army is alive, the right army is alive!"

Wang Xizhi, known as Wang Youjun by the world.

Chang'e was a little dazed by the side, her beautiful face under the sun opened her small mouth in surprise, the brilliance in her eyes was intense like a colorful sunset.

Xu Wen's pen is a dragon and a snake, and he writes more than 300 words eloquently, but what he wrote is the world's first running script that has been passed down through the ages
Lanting Xu

Strictly speaking, this can be regarded as a copy.

However, from ancient times to the present, no copying works can surpass him, just like Wang Xizhi's original works.

Because, at this moment, he is Wang Xizhi.

His Lanting Preface is a magical pen that completely inherits the charm of Wang Xizhi.

If the original Lanting Preface was buried in the Zhaoling Mausoleum along with Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty and could no longer be published, then Xu Wen's work is, in a sense, an authentic work and a priceless treasure.

After finishing writing, Xu Wen put down the Langhao brush and stood admiring his work for a while.

Sure enough, it was inherited by the Youjun, Xu Wen couldn't believe that this was the chapter he just wrote.

Gently taking off the rice paper, Xu Wen glanced at President Tang standing aside, and smiled.

"President Tang please advise."

The old President Tang's hands trembled, his eyes looked at the Lanting Preface in Xu Wen's hand, and his lips trembled.

It's my fault!

It's my fault!

Xu Wen looked at him, at Boss Sun, and at the old appraiser in the shop.

Anyone who is proficient in calligraphy is looking at the calligraphy in Xu Wen's hands as if admiring a miracle.

Xu Wen sighed slightly, took out the lighter, and wanted to burn it in the open air and return it to the heaven and the earth.

The real thing has been buried in the ground.

There should not be a second volume of Lanting Preface between heaven and earth!

With a plop, President Tang actually knelt down with pleading eyes.

No way!
You can never imagine the mood of a person who has been immersed in calligraphy since childhood when he sees the works of Lanting Preface with the charm of Lanting Preface appearing in the world.

Almost a pilgrimage!

　This short story ended today, I accidentally wrote too much, I am ashamed, thank you for your forgiveness
　　
　
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