Plane of Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 57

The birthday banquet started, and everyone toasted to celebrate the old lady's birthday.

During the banquet, everyone inevitably talked about Qin Guan's calligraphy again, and several old people were full of praise for Qin Guan's calligraphy.

Tang Ying was busy in the kitchen with her two sister-in-laws just now, she didn't know what happened just now, when she heard that the gift her son gave to the old lady was actually a pair of handwriting written by herself, and then demonstrated on the spot, wrote a birthday poem, and also Being recognized and praised by the calligrapher Zou Lao, he was also surprised, and couldn't help but put down his chopsticks to look at Qin Guan's calligraphy.

After reading her son's words, Tang Ying only felt happy.

Although the Qin family is relatively united, and there has never been anything that looks down on anyone, but Tang Ying has a strong temper, her husband's life is fine, and she knew Qin Han's temper when she married Qin Laosan.

But Qin Yi from the uncle's family is young and stable. He has left the officialdom and inherited the resources of the Qin family. He should have a good future in the future.Although the second uncle's family is a girl, Qin Yue is also considered to be well-behaved, and entered Zhejiang Satellite TV.

But Qin Guan has inherited his father's temperament and has always been playful. She used to be afraid that her son would accomplish nothing, so she worked hard to make money, hoping to leave a family fortune for her son.

But only now did she know that her son was not useless. It turned out that he could write such beautiful calligraphy, and he was also recognized by a calligrapher like Zou Lao.

At this moment, Tang Ying only felt extremely satisfied and happy in her heart.

What could make a mother happier than seeing her son capable.

If Qin Guan hadn't written these two words specially for the old lady, she would have wanted to take them home.

After dinner, the old people were supposed to leave, but at this moment Elder Zou said: "Xiaoguan, Grandpa Zou wants to ask you for a letter, can you see it?"

Qin Guan was startled, and hurriedly said: "Grandpa Zou, you are a famous calligrapher in Zhejiang Province, and you can read my calligraphy."

"Oh, I know my handwriting. It's all praised by others. It's not good. It's your handwriting. The more I read it, the more I like it. It's not easy for me to snatch these two handwriting of old sister, so Grandpa Zou I want to ask you for a pair now."

Qin Guandao: "Grandpa Zou, don't use the word begging. If you like it, I'll write you a copy right now."

Old Zou smiled, and immediately got up and said to Qin Bainian, "Old Qin, I will lend you the study room."

Elder Dong also got up, and said with a smile: "I just went to see Xiaoguan's writing again. I was just behind Xiaoguan, watching him write that word with a single wave. It's really beautiful, and it feels like a kind of enjoyment."

Elder Peng and Elder Zhang also stood up, "It's a good time to digest food, so it's good to have some entertainment."

One or two stood up, and finally the Qin family followed, hula la, a dozen people all went to the study. Fortunately, Qin Bainian's study is big enough, otherwise these people would not even have a place to set foot.

Qin Guan is also unambiguous, isn't it just a piece of calligraphy? Since he acquired the systematic calligraphy skills, his thinking is that of a calligraphy master. But as far as it is now, in modern time and space, he is already among the top calligraphers.

As long as you practice hard, you will surely become a master of calligraphy in a few years, and maybe even a Qin style.

After finishing the pen and ink and spreading out the rice paper, Qin Guan just pondered for a while and started to write.
Seeing Qin Guan's writing speed is extremely fast, after a few strokes, a line of characters appeared on the paper, everyone was surprised, it turned out to be cursive script.

Qin Bainian read the first line of words and couldn't help but read aloud, "Although the tortoise lives long, there is still time. It is "the tortoise lives long". It is appropriate for Guan Guan to present this poem to Lao Zou."

I saw that Qin Guan wrote very quickly, without the slightest hesitation, the shapes and strokes of the characters on the paper were connected, chic and unrestrained, and he let himself go at will. In just over a minute, a word has been formed, which is really fast.

It's just that for a minute or so, other people are fine, but Mr. Zou, who knows calligraphy, was fascinated by it. Following Qin Guan's brushwork, Mr. Zou's breathing became older and heavier, and his expression on his face Excited amidst nervousness, when Qin Guan finished his last stroke, Mr. Zou couldn't help shouting "Hello", excited as if he saw his most beloved treasure, and jumped on it.

"Okay, that's great. I really have no regrets to be able to see such wonderful cursive script in this life." Elder Zou exclaimed excitedly.

Qin Guan was taken aback, looked at the excited Mr. Zou, and wondered if it was necessary to be so excited, wasn't it just a word.

It's just good-looking and appreciative. Is there any need to be so excited?

Others also felt that the character Qin Guan was written very well, but without solid calligraphy skills, they really couldn't see how good the character Qin Guan was.

Unlike them, Mr. Zou has been immersed in calligraphy all his life, so he can naturally see the beauty of Qin Guan's calligraphy.

The characteristic of cursive script is "astonishing like a dragon", which emphasizes dynamics, smoothness, changeability, rhythm, and spirit. Without the rigor of regular script, the honesty of official script, and the meticulousness of seal script, it is impossible to write cursive script well.

Although everyone didn't know how good Qin Guan's cursive script was, they knew that Qin Guan's calligraphy should be excellent from Zou Lao's excitement, otherwise Zou Lao wouldn't be so excited and lose his temper.

At this moment, Grandpa Peng walked up to Qin Guan and said:

"Xiao Guan, Grandpa Peng watched you grow up. I didn't expect you to grow up now. You should write a picture for Grandpa Peng." No matter how excited Mr. Zou was, Mr. Peng came over and said to Qin Guan honestly. .

Qin Guan has black lines all over his face, writing is exhausting, okay? It takes full concentration and unity of spirit to write a good composition. You thought it was printing.

But to this Grandpa Peng, he dared not refuse.

Immediately said with a smile: "Grandpa Peng, what font and content do you want?"

"I don't want to do this. If you don't understand it, you can just write it in the same font as the poem you wrote to your grandma just now. What about the content? Just write a poem by the chairman. The poem by the chairman is magnificent."

Qin Guan was also unambiguous, spread out the paper, and finished writing neatly with a few strokes.
"The mountains are high, the roads are far and the pits are deep, and the army is galloping.

Who dares to slash immediately, but I am the heroic Red Army! "

"Grandpa Peng, this poem is just right for you." Qin Guan said.

Mr. Peng happily took the calligraphy and went to the side to appreciate it. At this time, Mr. Dong quit. He came over and slapped Qin Guan on the shoulder, and said, "Xiao Guan, write a poem for Grandpa Dong. Poetry with a little momentum."

This Grandpa Dong is even more impolite.

Well, he couldn't refuse any of these people. He spread out the paper again, and a song "Broken Time" appeared on the paper,
"Looking at the sword while drunk, dreaming back to the company of blowing horns.

Moxibustion under the command of eight hundred miles, and the sound of fifty strings turning outside the Great Wall.

Point autumn soldiers on the battlefield.

The horse made Lu Fei swift, bow like a thunderbolt.

Settle the affairs of the king and the world, and win the name before and after his life.

Poor thing happened in vain! "

"Okay, really good, really good." Elder Dong couldn't stop applauding when he saw the words.

(End of this chapter)