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Chapter 16 You and I have a deep fate, and now we are connected because of calligraphy... (Please ask for a monthly ticket and a recommendation ticket)

Zhao Ji looked at Gao Zhang, recalled his words carefully, and thought that it was only after seeing his signature that he became like that.

But the question is, what the hell is the predestined person in his dream?

Forget it, since this little doll is going to be tricky, then I will let him take a step and see what tricks he can come up with.

Reaching out his hand, he handed the landscape painting to Yang Jian who was at the side. Zhao Ji once again picked up the precious Zihao brush and landed on the snow-white rice paper.

Seeing the other party's brushwork is agile and fast, the handwriting is thin and strong, and the brushwork is exposed, and the traces of the brushwork such as running Teton can be clearly seen. This style is quite unique and distinctive.

Gao Zhang is [-]% sure that this is the thin gold body that he practiced hard for many years in his previous life, and was jokingly called the "hardship body" by his classmates.

"The 480 temples of the Southern Dynasties..."

After writing these seven characters, Zhao Ji secretly nodded with satisfaction, and then looked towards Gao Zhang.

Gao Zhang, who looked extremely excited and eager to try, took the pen handed by Zhao Ji, and first smiled.

After standing still, he raised his pen and dropped it on the rice paper. With the first stroke, Zhao Ji's puzzled expression suddenly froze.

When the first character is fully displayed on the rice paper, whether it is Zhao Ji, Yang Jian, or the talented Li Shishi.

All of them stared exaggeratedly, and their mouths were opened wide, like beasts with frightened and distorted faces drawn by abstract painters.

"Impossible, this is simply impossible!"

At this moment, Zhao Ji, the faint-hearted and thin gold body, who was so advanced and accomplished, was buzzing in his head, and roared angrily in his heart.

I think that because of the thin and hard calligraphy, I first learned from Huang Tingjian, and later learned from Chu Suiliang in the Tang Dynasty, as well as Xue Ji and Xue Zhen brothers, and mixed various schools, taking the best of everyone to create my own ideas.

In the end, he created this unique new-style calligraphy, which is enough to establish a school.

But so far, I am afraid that no more than ten fingers have seen human beings like myself who have just created brand-new calligraphy.

And this Gao Aiqing's only son can actually know it, and seeing that he is experienced in writing and handling, it seems that he has been practicing for many years.

Miss Shishi's small cherry mouth was opened so wide that it could even 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 the handwriting of the two of them?But judging by Zhao Guanren's expression, he seemed to be frightened too.

"Is it true that he has been separated for many years and has never masked..."

Yang Jian's eyeballs were also swollen like a dying frog that was left in the mud by a bear child.

The font of the official family is a brand-new font created by the official family after learning from famous teachers over the years.

But right now, looking at the fingers, wrists, and hands of the only son of Gao Taiwei's family, it seems as if he has practiced for many years, so sophisticated and pure.

In just a few breaths, the seven standard thin gold handwriting of "how many buildings are in the mist and rain" were written on the paper.

Satisfied, Gao Zhang put down the rather useful Zihao brush in his hand, and turned his head.

Towards the faint-hearted Zhao Ji, who had lost control of his expressions, and had a slanted mouth and eyes, he showed a showy and proud smile.

"Brother, do you remember now? These are all skills you taught me in your dreams."

Zhao Ji rubbed his face vigorously, and the face that had been numb from shock was finally not so stiff.

He raised his finger, pointed to himself, then pointed to Gao Zhang, and asked in a low voice with difficulty.

"I, taught you?"

Seeing Gao Zhang's look of anticipation and admiration, he nodded, especially those clear and innocent eyes, which moved people's hearts more than anything else.

And look at the handwriting that is obviously very sophisticated and silky, as if it has been practiced thousands of times.

Although Zhao Ji was sure that he had never taught Gao Zhang, but he saw Gao Zhang's expression and eyes.

Soon, he thought of the predestined person in the dream that Gao Zhang once said.

"Hiss..." Zhao Ji, a feudal and superstitious fool, couldn't help but gasped.Could it be... Could it be...

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All the idlers on the Louchuan floor have left, leaving only Zhao Ji and Yang Jian, and of course the young man Gao Zhang.

Listening to this handsome young man with red lips and white teeth stammering about how he learned the legendary story of this thin golden body.

"More than a month ago, I was seriously ill. At that time, I was in a daze.

At that time, I heard a very, very pleasant sound, as if it was the sound of music playing in my mind.

I opened my eyes, but I only saw the palace floating in the clouds, and the crane..."

Zhao Ji heard the palace and cranes floating in the clouds, and in an instant, he sat upright, his hands firmly grasping his skirt.

He stared at Gao Zhang without blinking, as if afraid of missing something.

In Gao Zhang's narration, a man who couldn't see clearly, but made people feel like a banished immortal appeared in his dream.

This man just stood in his dream, writing something in front of the desk non-stop.

Gao Zhang approached curiously, and saw this man who couldn't see his face clearly, who looked like a banished immortal.

This font is being used to write various poems throughout the ages.

"I asked this little brother if I could learn from him, and then he smiled at me and said a good word.

Afterwards, 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..."

After hearing this, the faint king Zhao Ji, who loves Taoism and fairy arts, is both excited and at a loss.

It's very similar to my own exiled immortal, and I can write my own original calligraphy style.

Could it be that this child has a predestined relationship with the immortal way and met me who has ascended into a fairy?No wonder I also feel that this child has a good eye for him, well, it's not because he speaks well and is interesting.

Gao Zhang continued to tell that in that dream, the little brother hardly spoke, just kept writing there.

As for myself, I worked hard to learn his calligraphy from my little brother, and in that fairyland, there seemed to be no concept of time.

And Gao Zhang didn't know how long he had been writing, until the little brother walked up to him and looked at the calligraphy he had practiced for an unknown number of years.

"My little brother told me that I have almost practiced, so it's time to say goodbye."

Having said this, Gao Zhang showed a nostalgic and melancholy expression.

"At that time, I asked that little brother when we could meet again."

"The little brother smiled, patted my head and said, 'You and I have a deep fate, and now we are connected because of calligraphy, so we should meet again by fate.'"

"By the way, Xiao Gao, do you still ask that Immortal Li if there is a title for this style of calligraphy?"

Hearing this, Gao Zhang patted his forehead as if suddenly remembering.

Seeing Gao Zhang's expression of thinking hard about memories, Zhao Ji stood up slowly as if possessed by a demon, and looked straight at Gao Zhang.

"Did he answer you? Did he say what his name was?"

PS: If you don't have enough new books, you can read the old book "The First Family of the Tang Dynasty" with the same style that I just finished

PS: It’s only a few monthly passes to break a hundred, and the old men still have tickets to throw away.

(End of this chapter)