The husband is actually time-traveling!

Chapter 71 Calligraphy has "meaning"

Wan Yanjing looked at the manuscript in front of her.

She entered the dream again, which is probably a memory of Huo Xiang.

The weird description of Tu Shanying and the secretive Zhang Butler flashed through her mind. She was not particularly repelled from entering Huo Xiang's memory for the first time. Instead, she was a little curious, wondering when the manuscript would be finished, what? Then she can see the next scene.

The last time she dreamed of hand-copying "Looking at the World" while in prison, she was a little confused. She thought she was too poisoned by the script, so she copied it in her dream.

Now she understands that the last time was not her dream, but a part of Huo Xiang's past.

It feels like I haven't had my own dream for a long time.

Either a dreamless night or he transforms into Huo Xiang.

The handwriting flowing out of the pen is like flowing clouds and water, with flexible turns, but powerful strokes, and the unfinished meaning is condensed and never dispersed.

Calligraphy began to flourish in the Rong Dynasty 700 years ago.

At that time, there was only Rong Dynasty in the middle of the mainland, and it was extremely prosperous. It is said that any small city is comparable to today's Shangjing.

The north of Rong Dynasty is not a terrifying ice field, but there are Gaoye people who make a living by nomadic hunting.

Hundreds of years later, the Rong Dynasty fell apart, and the Yeren became extinct. The truth of that period of history is hard to see, but calligraphy is still enduring.

So far, calligraphy has formed its own circle and has its own unique threshold.

In order to record and transmit ordinary human handwriting, the square characters are spread on the paper with a brush, which is clear at a glance.

Scholars who have stepped into the way of calligraphy can penetrate three parts of the wood, penetrate the back of the paper, and inject part of their spirit and thoughts into the pen, forming beautiful works that can be appreciated and inherited.

After that, it is the "meaning" of calligraphy.

Using the mind to comprehend the pen, sword intent, sword intent, book business, life and death intent...

Its meaning is not static, nor is it a criterion for judging the quality of handwriting, but more like a means that can be possessed by a special realm.

For example, a swordsman with a high realm, he usually writes with the meaning of the sword in his pen. When ordinary people look at his handwriting, he will feel stinging eyes and awe-inspiring sword light. His handwriting cannot be looked directly at. ".

And another swordsman who is also practicing swordsman and has a little level of state reads this word, and will not be hurt by the "intention".

After two or three days, the swordsman was hungry and ate the chicken. He thought the chicken was very delicious. He really thought it was delicious, so he wrote it down on the paper:
I ate three catties of chicken today, it was delicious.

The words have the meaning of gourmet. When the viewer sees the words, he smells the meat, and his tongue is full of fluid.

Although this word was also written by a swordsman, it does not have an offensive meaning, and it is impressive for ordinary people.

On the other hand, although Swordsman has intentions in his calligraphy, as a martial artist, his handwriting is not necessarily good-looking, and may be crooked like a childish child. Therefore, the quality of calligraphy does not depend on "meaning".

But "meaning" is an extremely important part in calligraphy.

Most calligraphers who have just mastered the method of concentrating ideas cannot control which words are written with meaning and which ones are not.

Sometimes when the inspiration comes, it brings "meaning", but without the inspiration, the written words will be ordinary.

And for the writers who go further in the "meaning" environment, the words must carry meaning, but the meaning expressed is more or less concrete.

Writers at this stage, when they have no special thoughts in their minds, the words they write, although meaningful, have no additional concreteness, and can only convey a hazy feeling to readers.

Blurry but special, like the writer’s written ID card.

Calligraphers who have reached this level cannot be imitated, and the "meaning" formed by their writing is unique.

Wan Yanjing's writing with concentration is this state.

Therefore, those people could only slander her maidservants and send letters to others, imitating the handwriting of the maidservants, but they could not imitate her own.

One is that it is difficult to imitate, and the other is that it is a taboo to imitate others' ideas. It is very likely that the imitator will lose himself in the process of imitating many times until he goes crazy.

There are only dozens of continents where calligraphy can reach the "mind" state, and most of them are on the first or second level of superficiality:

Words must be able to mean.

But Wan Yanjing knew that there was another realm beyond the second floor.

Of course, she has only seen one in all these years.

Can imitate anyone's words and "meaning" at will, and can show any concrete "meaning" at will.

You can also write ordinary characters without meaning.

Now, she is possessing the body of this calligrapher who has reached the third realm of calligraphy, watching him write "Looking at the World" in an unfamiliar font.

There is a strange bewitchment between the lines, but it is hard to understand for a while.

"Bang bang bang!"

Someone knocked on the door.

"Enter!"

Wan Yanjing heard herself making a slightly magnetic male voice.

Not to mention, this feeling is quite strange.

A person came in through the door. He was about one foot tall. The two big arms exposed outside were full of bulging muscles, and the thin armor only covered a few important parts.

The person who came had a weird cropped haircut, which didn't match his strong figure, and he had a delicate baby face. He looked very young, around twenty, with the childishness of a teenager hovering between his brows.

With a serious face, the young man gave a military salute in a proper manner.

"General!"

When Wan Yanjing saw that it was him, she was suddenly a little dazed, her thoughts that were flying away suddenly swayed, and a feeling of sadness surged in her heart instantly.

This emotion was full of stamina, her eyes were sore, and she didn't know if it was hers or his.

It was probably her own. In this memory, Huo Xiang was having a great time copying "Looking at the World". He was so excited that bad things were about to happen that he couldn't think of anything else.

"How's it going?"

Wan Yanjing heard Huo Xiang ask.

The young man said crisply: "Everything is ready according to the general's order."

"Okay, I still have half a page left to finish writing, you can rest here first, and take the manuscript away later."

"Yes!" The young man responded, but he didn't find a place to sit down, but still stood aside, like a tall and strong young poplar.

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