I'm not immortal

Chapter 51 Su Shi, Su Zhe, Zhao Mengfu

Jiang Qi took a magnifying glass and aimed at the four characters on the pen holder of Bai Yu.

Take a closer look, hmm.
Nothing was seen.

Jiang Qi was cheating. After he sensed a similar aura, he knew it was true, but he didn't know exactly what these four words were about.

He is only a freshman, and his knowledge reserve is definitely enough for ordinary people, but when it comes to things like antiques, he is stretched.

It is Jiang Qi's limit to be able to spot the object that opens the door.

If you can see what is wrong with these four words, you are a ghost.

It can only be deduced from the results and Li Tong's words just now that these four characters should be engraved by someone later.

"See what?"

Li Tong asked.

Jiang Qi put down the magnifying glass, scratched his head, and said: "I can't tell, I can only guess from the teacher's words, these four words are probably engraved by later generations."

"I don't know how to learn, I don't know how to do it, and I don't want to be ignorant."

The old man used three adjectives in a row, and then said: "It means you are lucky, otherwise, hum."

"Also ask the teacher to clarify."

Jiang Qi stood up and said respectfully: "The student has already remembered the lesson."

He knew that this was because the old man didn't want to put the cart before the horse, or the same sentence, like antiques, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future, so learn first, and then think about other things.

"Do it, come and see."

Li Tong's expression softened a lot, he motioned for Jiang Qi to sit down, and handed him the magnifying glass.

"Look carefully, and I can tell you that those eight characters are definitely written by Su Zhe. They have the style of two kings, but inside they are the bones of Dongpo. The ink is rich, the characters are full, and they are light and heavy vertically."

"This is a typical feature of Su Dongpo's calligraphy, but in addition to this, it has lost three points of wantonness and added one point of solemnity."

"It is indeed Su Zhe's handwriting."

"Look at the four characters of Derby Zhuanxu."

Jiang Qi listened carefully, compared over and over again, but found nothing.

"It feels like the two lines are the same handwriting."

Li Tong glanced at Jiang Qi, not surprised, but said indifferently: "If Zhao Mengfu's special imitation of ancient characters can make you recognize the difference, he will be one of the four masters of regular script."

One stone caused a thousand waves!

Li Tong's words shocked everyone present.

"Professor Li, you say this is Zhao Mengfu's handwriting?!"

"It feels a little impossible!"

"It's not impossible, the age is right!"

"But if it's really Zhao Mengfu's handwriting, why is that?"

People around talked a lot, but no one publicly questioned Li Tong's statement, but waited for him to produce evidence.

Li Tong said leisurely: "From ancient times to the present, learning characters first imitates characters, and those who imitate must have two kings."

"Whether it's Su Zhe or Zhao Mengfu, all calligraphers after the second king are like this, especially Su Zhe, who was deeply influenced by Su Shi."

"And Su Shi imitated the two kings and also imitated Yan Zhenqing, and Zhao Mengfu did the same."

"Not to mention, in terms of calligraphy alone, Zhao Mengfu is above the Su brothers."

"If you imitate Su Zhe's handwriting, it's strange that you can be spotted easily."

Jiang Qi was still observing over and over again, raised his head in confusion, and asked a question that everyone was curious about.

"Teacher, how did you see it?"

"Zhao Songxue's books are fluent in writing and profound in learning. He is handy and comprehensible in writing."

Li Tong knocked on the table and said: "Songxue's book is rounded with a pen, directly to the two kings, and Shi Zhi's official slips are second to none."

"This is the characteristic of Zhao Mengfu. The handwriting on this pen is obviously imitated by him in his later years after he has mastered calligraphy. After all, it has his own distinct characteristics of Zhao style."

As he said that, Li Tong leaned close to the white jade pen holder, pointed to the four characters of Derbi Zhuanxu and said: "The hidden brushwork is very clear between the lines."

"The knot is round and square, with a beautiful shape and straight bones. It is horizontal and straight, and stretched. In addition, it pays attention to the back and bow, the pitch is uneven, and the true line is harmonious."

Jiang Qi blinked and decided to skip this topic, because he really didn't understand calligraphy.

"Then teacher, why did Zhao Mengfu engrave these four characters on it?"

"For the heirloom."

Li Tong sighed: "Zhao Mengfu made a move, where did ordinary people find it? This pen will naturally be judged as a fake by most people."

"In this way, if the younger generation knows the goods, they will naturally know the value of this pen."

"Even if it's a prodigal son, if you sell it, [-]% of the buyers will see that it's fake and won't accept it."

"Unless the prodigal son sells it to Erdao Dao, or sells it to someone who really knows the goods."

"For the former, Zhao Mengfu's painstaking efforts can only be in vain, and for the latter, it is not considered a disgrace to this pen."

As he said that, Li Tong glanced at Jiang Qi, and muttered: "Now, it is obvious that the prodigal son changed hands to the second knife, and the second knife was found to be fake by someone, and in order to recover the loss, it was sold to another knife." spendthrift."

Jiang Qi answered the words embarrassingly: "Fortunately, this prodigal son is lucky in the end, and has a teacher who is pedantic about heaven and man."

"Don't put a high hat on me. Remember the lesson this time, and don't think about finding mistakes in the future. You are lucky this time, and it is impossible to be lucky every time."

Li Tong didn't like this, and lightly taught him a lesson.

"Students take note."

Jiang Qi nodded seriously.

"Let's go, go back to school, and I'll try to ride a sports car."

Li Tong stood up, with his hands behind his back, and walked towards the door unsteadily.

Jiang Qi put away the two boxes and followed quickly.

"This gentleman!"

As soon as he arrived at the door, someone called Jiang Qi, it was the middle-aged man in a suit just now.

"Mr. Jiang, I really like the pen holder in your hand. I will offer you 300 million!"

Li Tong didn't even look at it, let Jiang Qi decide for himself.

Jiang Qi stopped and turned around, said with a smile: "Please tell Mr. Wang that next time you pretend to be a farmer, remember to grind your ankles a little rougher and darker."

"That farmer's ankles are so white that he looks like a lady?"

After all, Jiang Qi ignored the sluggish man, and opened the car door for the teacher on his own, then got into the car himself, and drove away in dust.

Along the way, Li Tong didn't say anything about Jiang Qi. The old man knew very well that he should not teach the students too often. Too much would not be a lesson, but an injury to self-esteem.

Jiang Qi is still young, so he has a lot of time to try and make mistakes, take his time, correct a little bit, and sooner or later he will become a talent.

The old man who has taught for half his life has a lot of patience.

When he arrived at school, Li Tong rubbed his old waist and got off by Jiang Qi. He looked back at the supercar and muttered, "Why do you like this thing so much? Are you not tired?"

"Because it's expensive."

Jiang Qi answered honestly, everything is false and expensive, so it's good or bad.

"Gorgeous."

The old man shook his head and walked towards the office building where his office was located.

Jiang Qi watched the old man leave, and went back to the dormitory with two boxes in his arms.

He wants to see what the obsession of Su Shi, a great writer, will be.

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