Plane of Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 56 Calligraphy Master Qin Guan
Why do the old people look at Elder Zou.

Because Elder Zou is not an ordinary person.

Mr. Zou himself is a calligrapher, and he is also the vice president of the Zhejiang Academy of Painting and Calligraphy. He is also a famous calligrapher in Zhejiang Province.

Everyone here can see that this calligraphy is very good, but if they want to guess who wrote it, it is estimated that Zou Lao will have to do it.

Mr. Zou finally opened his mouth and said: "This Heart Sutra is written with gentleness and vigor. The brushwork is steady and mature, the method is rigorous and the expression is vivid. Although it does not have a majestic momentum, it has the style of Jin and Tang calligraphy. There is no anger in the words. On the contrary, it exudes a gentle and refined atmosphere, which shows that the person who wrote this calligraphy is almost mastered in calligraphy."

"It seems that this writing has not been written for a long time, and then look at the inscription." After speaking, they looked at Qin Guan, and everyone smiled, "I think this is the writing that Qin Guan asked for grandma's birthday, but I have thought about all the famous calligraphers in China, but I can't think of who should make this calligraphy, I think, the answer can only be asked Qin Guan."

The grandparents all looked at Qin Guan, and Qin Bainian asked, "Xiao Guan, who did you ask for this writing?"

Qin Guan was full of confidence and said, "Grandpa, I wrote this myself."

Qin Guan's father, Qin Han, saw that his son was still saying the same thing, so he hurriedly said, "Don't make trouble, Xiao Guan, and tell your grandpa where the words come from."

Qin Guan knows that they don't believe it, but he can't make up a person, "Dad, I really wrote this letter myself. You said grandma's birthday that day, so I wanted to prepare a birthday present for grandma. Later, Think about it, grandma believes in Buddhism, and she has to recite the Great Compassion Mantra three times and the Heart Sutra seven times a day, so I thought, why not write a Heart Sutra for grandma, so I wrote this picture myself."

Elder Zou looked at Qin Guan seriously: "You really wrote this picture yourself."

"It's true."

"To be honest, this handwriting is much better than mine. I dare say that the person who wrote this handwriting has to practice for at least 30 years to have such a handwriting ability, and it is still a very talented person. divided people."

Although Mr. Zou didn't directly refute Qin Guan's words, the meaning is very clear. How could you write such words like a brat.

In fact, even the other people present did not believe it.

Qin saw the expressions on everyone's faces, and said with a faint smile, "If Grandpa Zou doesn't believe me, I can write a word on the spot, and ask Grandpa Zou to teach me."

Seeing Qin Guan's confident appearance, not like a fake, everyone became suspicious, Dong Lao said: "Since Xiao Guan is willing to write on the spot, let's see how this young calligrapher's handwriting is."

The old people are all educated people. They have studied calligraphy more or less, and they will write a few strokes when they have nothing to do. Qin Guan's grandfather is no exception. The Qin family's old house has a large study room dedicated to practicing calligraphy.

Everyone went to the study room together. On the way, Qin Yue secretly poked Qin Guan and said in a low voice, "Guan Guan, you are making a big joke. If it's just to make grandma happy, there is no need to do it. I don't think third uncle has a good face." , you probably suffered a little when you go back."

Qin Guan turned his head to look at his father, and found that his father was walking behind, his face was indeed not good-looking, and when he saw Qin Guan approaching, he gave him a hard look.

Qin Guan turned back, smiled and said to Qin Yue: "Don't worry, old lady, I'm really not trying to make grandma happy, you'll know in a while."

"I know you're a big-headed ghost, and I won't help you when third uncle gets angry." Qin Yue said angrily.

Everyone came to the study room. Qin Guan was very familiar with this place. He took out some rice paper from the cabinet and laid it out. He picked up a pen and began to retouch his pen. He asked Elder Zou next to him, "Grandpa Zou, what do you want to write?"

Old Zou smiled, "Whatever, I only read the words."

Qin saw that the others didn't have any objections, so he stopped asking. He flattened the rice paper with a paperweight, picked up a brush and dipped it in ink, and pondered for a while, thinking about it.

"The sunset is beautiful and closer to the west. The western bliss is boundless life. The Buddha can also be blessed when the longevity is high. Bless the longevity star Fu Lu Shou. No matter how good the human body is, there are seven treasures in the pure land of the Buddha. .”

Qin Guan's pen is like a dragon and a snake, and a birthday poem full of Buddha's meaning is written in one stroke.

Then, Qin Guan changed a Langhao brush and wrote another long signature, "'Buddha's kindness is universal, and all sentient beings grow and grow auspiciously. The lotus pond sea meeting, and the same proof of the immeasurable life of Amitabha', grandson Qin Guan wished grandma a 72-year-old birthday. "

Qin Guan put down the brush and turned to look at the crowd.

But he found that the few people behind him were all looking at him in surprise, or at the words on the table.

Qin Yue was surprised and said: "Guan Guan, you really know how to write brush characters, this, this is really written by you, when did you know how to write brush characters, and you can still write so well." Qin Guan asked a series of questions.

The others also woke up, and Mr. Zou said in surprise: "This cursive is really beautiful. It is different from the Xingkai 'Heart Sutra' I just saw. A young baby can write this character, Qin Guan's character is more than enough to select a young calligrapher."

Zou Lao, a contemporary calligrapher, had such a high opinion of Qin Guan's calligraphy, and everyone present was also shocked.

Qin Bainian said: "Old Zou, I think the word Qin Guan is good or bad, but he is not as good as you said, he is only very old."

Qin Bainian was humble, but he was very surprised that his grandson, who used to only know how to play around, showed such a skill today, and of course, he was more gratified.

Who doesn't want their children and grandchildren to be talented?

At first everyone thought that Mr. Zou was just being polite, but after Qin Bainian finished speaking, Mr. Zou said firmly: "No, I didn't praise too much, but I think that the title of young calligrapher is not worthy of Qin Guan. From my point of view, Qin Guan's banknote calligraphy already has the image of a master, anyway, I am not as good as it."

Everyone was even more surprised that Mr. Zou had such a high opinion of Qin Guan's calligraphy.

No matter whether Mr. Zou was flattering young people or not, anyway, now it seems that Qin Guan's handwriting can really be recognized by experts.

Everyone was curious, they had a decades-old relationship with the Qin family, so they naturally knew that Qin Guan was not a young talent, and he was a part of the mess.

I don't know when, this Qin Guan actually has this ability.

Uncle Qin Guan asked, "Xiao Guan, when did you start practicing calligraphy? Why haven't I heard from you?"

Qin Guan hurriedly said: "It's been a few years, since I went to college, I enrolled in a calligraphy class, and then I started to practice slowly."

Mr. Zou said in amazement: "You have been at this level for a few years, who did you learn from?"

Qin Guan smiled and said, "Grandpa Zou, I don't have a teacher, I just practiced from the copybook."

"But I see that your font, if you don't learn from Yan Liu, Su Cai, and Ouyang, you are in a family of your own. You practiced it yourself. How could it be possible." Elder Zou was even more surprised.

Qin Guandao: "I just feel that I can write as much as I like, without so many constraints, and that's how it is in the end."

Mr. Zou was shocked on the spot, and at the end he could only sigh: "I can only say that you are very talented, and your aura is overwhelming. You can reach this level by practicing yourself. Qin Guan, don't let it go in the future. In a few years, you will definitely be able to reach this level." Become everyone."

"No, now you can be called a calligrapher!"

Grandma Qin Guan was relieved when she saw the poem on the table. Regardless of whether her grandson's calligraphy is good or bad, she has received this blessing from the younger generation. The old lady always has a happy smile on her face.

(End of this chapter)