The Great Master of Picking Up Girls

As soon as they entered Chang'an, the six people drove to the gate of Cai Zhonglang's mansion. Zhang Dong looked at this luxurious mansion with a complicated expression. Cai Yong's life flowed through his mind one by one. As a family, no matter which one of these titles is proud, Cai Yong is really an all-rounder and a genius. I will meet such a character today.

He got off his horse, strode to the door, knocked on the door, and handed a name card to the porter who opened the door, saying: "Zhang Dong, an overseas Chinese, is here to visit Cai Zhonglang, please inform me."

The concierge was an old man about 50 years old. He looked at Zhang Dong and the five tiger generals like a monster, and was speechless for a long time.

Since Zhang Dong and the Five Tigers had never thought of conquering the world in the Three Kingdoms, and they were used to wearing modern clothes, they did not wear ancient costumes. Therefore, Zhang Dong and the Five Tigers wore white and black suits respectively. With a delicate tie, a snow-white shirt inside, and shiny leather shoes on his feet, he looks chic and handsome.

But in this era, such clothes would basically be considered crazy. In fact, when Zhang Dong and the others rode their horses into Chang'an, they had already encountered trouble and were stopped by soldiers guarding the city gate. Fortunately, Zhang Dong prepared some Broken silver, otherwise, they really had no choice but to fight in.

Zhang Dong repeated it again, and the concierge woke up. He looked Zhang Dong and the five tiger generals up and down again for a while, and then walked in with the name card.

Cai Yong is 59 years old this year. He was valued by Dong Zhuo, who controlled the government. He worshiped Zuo Zhonglang and was at the peak of his life. But a few months later, Dong Zhuo was killed by Lu Bu. He was also arrested and died in prison because of condolences for Dong Zhuo. , which led to Cai Wenji's miserable life.

At this time, he was practicing calligraphy in the study room, not to mention, Cai Yong's Feibai performance has reached the point of perfection, and the calligraphy he writes is really beautiful to the extreme.

Cai Wenji, who just this year just stood on one side, admired and learned Cai Yong's handwriting, her eyes were full of fascinated light.

"Master, there are people visiting outside." The porter walked into the study and said cautiously.

"Is there a famous post?" Cai Yong asked calmly without stopping his writing.

"There is a famous post. His name is Zhang Dong. He is about [-] years old. He wears strange clothes. He seems to be a barbarian." The concierge said.

If Zhang Dong and the five tiger generals heard the concierge call them barbarians, they would be so angry that they would vomit blood for three liters.

"The barbarians are gone. Just say I'm not here." Cai Yong waved his hand and said.

"Yes." The porter agreed, and slowly backed out, while muttering in a low voice: "The handwriting written by the barbarian seems to be very beautiful, even better than the handwriting written by the master."

Cai Yong was getting old, and his ears were a little hard of hearing, so he didn't hear it, but Cai Wenji was young, with good hearing, and could hear clearly. He was surprised, is there anyone in this world whose calligraphy is better than his father?After chasing it out, he said, "Uncle Yang, show me the name card."

The concierge handed over the name card.

Cai Wenji took a look at the name card, and was stunned on the spot, her eyes shone with burning light, and her face was full of shock, because the words on the name card were in block letters, and every stroke was full of power. Feeling, contains a special artistic conception, combined together, beautiful to the extreme, much more beautiful than Cai Yong's writing.

She managed to wake up, and said excitedly: "Uncle Yang, wait a moment, maybe Father will meet him."

She walked into the study coquettishly, handed over a name card and said, "Dad, what do you think of the words on this name card?"

Cai Yong took a look, as if being hit by thunder, his whole body trembled non-stop, his eyes were filled with enthusiasm, he held the name card in one hand, and copied it with his index finger in the other hand, it was really like a cat seeing a fish, like an old glutton seeing a fish. Delicious food, like a lecherous man who sees a peerless beauty, is instantly addicted to it.

Cai Wenji also looked at the famous post intoxicated, and said coquettishly: "Dad, my daughter asked you."

Cai Yong woke up with a start, and praised: "Good calligraphy, peerless good calligraphy, really floating like clouds, like startling dragons, dragons jumping over the gate of heaven, tigers crouching in the Phoenix Pavilion, natural in nature, rich in spirit and generation in age, known as It is not an exaggeration to say that calligraphy is the best in the world, and its value is immeasurable, Wen Ji, where did you collect these famous posts?"

He is worthy of being a great calligrapher, and he can see the value and significance of Zhang Dong's calligraphy at a glance. In fact, Zhang Dong has mastered the calligraphy of many calligraphers, forming a family of his own, surpassing Wang Xizhi, Zhang Xu and other famous historical masters.

Seeing her father's evaluation of the words on this famous post so highly, Cai Wenji was secretly taken aback. Although she was also a calligrapher, she was a bit younger after all, so she didn't dare to believe that this was the best calligraphy in the world, so she said softly, "Dad, write this The person with the famous post is still outside the door and wants to visit you."

Cai Yong was overjoyed, jumped up and shouted: "Open the middle door to welcome the distinguished guest."

The middle door opened suddenly, Cai Yong came out, his eyes fell on Zhang Dong and the five generals, he was also stunned, the six were too weird, their hair was so short, their clothes were so weird, and they even had a hanger on their necks. A cloth belt, could it be used for hanging?

"Zhang Dong, an overseas Chinese, has met Cai Zhonglang." Zhang Dong clasped his fists and said, with a flash of respect in his eyes. This old man is a real celebrity in history. He raised a daughter who is not only beautiful, but also a talented woman who can be compared with Li Qingzhao.

"Nephew, you are welcome, please." Cai Yong woke up with a start, and invited Zhang Dong to sit down in the living room, and General Five Tigers was also invited by the porter to rest in a side hall.

"Nephew from overseas?" Cai Yong looked at Zhang Dong and asked.

"Yes, but my ancestors are Chinese, and now I travel back to China to increase my knowledge and knowledge." Zhang Dong took a deep look at the doorway in the living room that was blocked by a curtain, and really wanted to go in and see the eavesdropper behind the curtain. Cai Wenji, but he still forcibly suppressed this impulse. This is the Three Kingdoms era, and it was difficult for men and women to meet. How can it be so casual like it is in modern times?

Cai Yong raised the famous post written by Zhang Dong in his hand, and asked: "Nephew Zhang Xian is very handsome, dressed in a strange way, and he really looks charming. May I ask which famous artist wrote this famous post?"

When Cai Wenji heard Cai Yong say that Zhang Dong was dressed strangely, she couldn't bear it any longer, lifted the curtain a little, and peeked over. She was really stunned and dumbfounded, and then she covered her mouth and started laughing tremblingly.

"This is not written by a famous artist, it is my own graffiti work. I came to visit Cai Zhonglang this time to learn your Feibai calligraphy. I wonder if Cai Zhonglang can accept me as a student?" Zhang Dong said with a smile.

Cai Yong blushed, how could his handwriting compare with his?But when Zhang Dong complimented him, he was still very pleased, waved his hand and said: "Nephew, you are too modest, your calligraphy has reached the extreme, it can be said that it is the best in the world, no one in history can surpass you in calligraphy, How dare I accept a student like you?"

"Cai Zhonglang, you are welcome. Your Feibai style is famous all over the world, no less than anyone else. Besides, you are a great writer, a great musician, and a famous painter. I also like these very much. I hope to get your advice." Zhang Dong pleaded again.

It is false for him to be a student, and it is true to pursue Cai Wenji. If Cai Yong knew Zhang Dong's true intentions and goals, he would have kicked him out. Unfortunately, he does not know mind reading skills, so naturally he would not know Zhang Dong's ambitions. In addition, he liked Zhang Dong's calligraphy too much, pondered slightly, and said, "Nephew, you can live here, we communicate with each other, and as for apprenticeship, don't mention it any more."

Zhang Dong's goal was to live in the Cai Mansion to pursue Cai Wenji, and now that he had achieved his goal, he was secretly happy and nodded in agreement.

Maybe he still didn't believe that Zhang Dong was an unprecedented great calligrapher, or maybe he wanted to discuss calligraphy skills with Zhang Dong immediately, and after a short exchange of greetings, he invited Zhang Dong to the study and said, "Nephew, please show me your skills again." , the old man will grind the ink for you."

"How dare you be a junior?" Zhang Dong was really flattered.

"You're welcome, based on your calligraphy, I'm not qualified to grind ink for you." Cai Yong said with a smile, and began to grind ink. He was writing just now, and the ink has been polished long ago, so he also Just figuratively grinded.

Zhang Dong was no longer pretentious, spread out the paper on the desk, picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, looked at the side window with the corner of his eye, and there was clearly a beautiful woman standing outside the window, looking through a small gap in the window paper. Come in.

He smiled slightly, exuding the aura of a peerless scholar, and wrote a long poem eloquently.

Shu Dao Nan

Hey, hey, the danger is high!The difficulty of the road to Shu is more difficult than going to the blue sky.

Cancong and yufu, how at a loss was the founding of the country.

Erlai is forty-eight thousand years old and does not communicate with Qin Sai.

There is a bird trail in Xidang Taibai, which can cross the top of Emei.

The ground collapsed and the mountains destroyed the strong men to death, and then the ladders and stone stacks were hooked up.

On the top there is the high standard of the six dragons returning to the sun, and on the bottom there is the Huichuan where the waves are reversed.

The flight of the Yellow Crane is not enough, and the ape wants to relieve the sorrow and climb.

What a dish of green mud!One hundred steps and ten folds of lingering rocks.

He sighed, and sat down with his hands to caress and sigh.

I asked the king when he would return from his journey to the west, but he was afraid of the road and the rocks could not be climbed.

But see the ancient wood of the sad bird, the male and the female from the surrounding forest.

I heard Zigui sing Yeyue and worry about empty mountains.

The difficulty of the road to Shu is more difficult than going to the blue sky!Make people listen to this withered beauty.

Lianfeng went to the sky without a foot, and withered pine hung upside down against the cliff.

The turbulent waterfalls and streams are scrambling, and the cliffs turn rocks and thunder.

The same is true of the danger. People who are far away from you, why not come here!

Jiange stands tall and Cui Wei, one husband is the gate, and ten thousand people are not allowed to open it.

The guard or the bandit relatives, turned into wolves and jackals.

Avoid tigers in the morning and long snakes in the evening.Grinding teeth and sucking blood, killing people like hemp.

Although Jincheng is happy, it is better to return home early.

The difficulty of the way of Shu is that it is difficult to ascend to the blue sky, look sideways to the west and look at the long counselor!

Seeing the wonderful and endless fonts flowing out of Zhang Dong's pen, watching the heroic poems slowly take shape, Cai Yong's eyes shot out with a frenzied light, his face was full of shock, his old heart was mad Jumping up, when Zhang Dong finished writing, he pushed Zhang Dong aside, and said in a tone of extreme excitement: "Good calligraphy, good poetry, the best calligraphy in the world, the best poems in the world, unparalleled in the world, No one can compare."

Then, while copying in the air with his fingers, he shook his head and read obsessively: "噫咱嚱..."

Cai Wenji, who was standing outside the window, heard her father's high evaluation of Zhang Dong's poems and calligraphy. She was so anxious that she wished she could go in to appreciate it now, but how could she go in if men and women couldn't kiss each other?Fortunately, Cai Yong started to read aloud, so she listened carefully, and was soon fascinated by the majestic and magnificent lines, and fell into a beautiful artistic conception.

After reading it five times and copying it five times, Cai Yong woke up with a start, cast his admiring eyes on Zhang Dong's face, and said in admiration: "My nephew is a great talent in this world, far surpassing the sages. I am so relieved to know you."

"Uncle is too much." Zhang Dong said modestly.

"Let's have a good drink." Cai Yong said excitedly, and invited Zhang Dong out of the study.

As soon as the two left, Cai Wenji couldn't wait to walk into the study, picked up Zhang Dong's calligraphy, admired it carefully, and copied it word by word. Due to the excitement, her pretty face flushed a little, as if she was drunk , making her skin more glamorous, it can almost draw out the soul of any man.