I'm not a genius in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 336 The Junior Has a Bold Idea
Wang Zi'an found that Yu Shinan, who was just looking at the reclining chair with interest just now, had already imitated himself and lay down on the chair, swaying his body lightly without a teacher, leisurely like the old men of later generations basking in the sun.

"Wang County Marquis is a good thing, a trip under the sun is more leisurely than a god—"

Yu Shinan sighed slowly while basking in the sun.

Wang Zi'an laughed dumbfounded. It seems that good things are interlinked. This thing was very popular with the old men in the previous life, and it is still charming in this Tang Dynasty.

"If you always look at it and like it, I'll ask someone to help you make a pair and send it to you later—"

"Why don't you look back, this one is pretty good—"

Yu Shinan touched the polished and slippery handrail with his hands, with a look of reluctance.

Wang Zi'an: "..."

Yang Siqi is worthy of being the heir of the Mohist family, the only remaining master craftsman.This reclining chair is really well built. After Wang Zi'an gave him the drawings and talked about the idea, Yang Siqi not only built it as it was, but also pioneered the installation of a semi-curved base at the bottom. Going up, It only needs to be added slightly, and it will slowly shake back and forth like a tumbler, like a constant cradle.

But, sir, it's the first time we've met, okay...

Naturally, Wang Zi'an would not be stingy with a chair, and immediately accepted it with a smile.

"Zian, and the old man, help me make a pair later—"

Kong Yingda is obviously quite satisfied with this chair, she added.Wang Zi'an looked at Yan Shigu who hesitated to speak, and was a little embarrassed to speak, so he simply waved his hand.

"It's nothing to worry about, the three old men each have a pair, and I'll ask someone to help build it later—"

In the blink of an eye, three reclining chairs were sent out.

Guests are happy.

The atmosphere suddenly became more harmonious.

"The old man is quite old, so he can't snatch your recliner for nothing—"

Yu Shinan supported the armrest and got up from the chair with a satisfied face.

Wang Zi'an: "..."

Before Wang Zi'an could speak, Yu Shinan said with a smile.

"The old man doesn't have anything good to give you, but the handwriting still has some reputation. How about I write you a handwriting as a thank you for this chair?"

This is really possible!

Wang Zi'an couldn't help being overjoyed when he heard the words, and he didn't show politeness to him. He immediately let the three old men into the living room, took the four treasures of the study, and spread the paper. Unceremoniously disgusted.

"Go, go, go, clumsy—"

Qin Huaiyu: "..."

OK, I will bear it.

Seeing this, the old men rolled their eyes around the two of them, and couldn't help laughing.Wang Zi'an couldn't help being happy, someone helped to pull the paper, and he stood aside and grinded the ink himself.Yu Shinan's calligraphy is really rare. You can change a pair of chairs for a dead profit!

As soon as he got the brush and stood in front of the table, the look on Yu Shinan's face became a lot more solemn, he concentrated slightly, brewed up his emotions, and then wrote sassyly.

Wang Zi'an couldn't help staring, and there was a hint of admiration in his eyes.Although Yu Shinan was old, his writing hand was very steady. Under his hands, the brush seemed to have spirituality, it was gentle and smooth, not careless, and every stroke was like everyone else.

Yu Shinan's character is really good, soft on the outside and strong on the inside, soft on the outside and strong on the inside, with a round and harmonious brushstrokes and elegant spirit. This kind of font can't be obtained through decades of ink and wash skills, and it must be washed away by time. Elders can't do it!
There are some things that only time can bestow, even geniuses cannot surpass.

Looking at Yu Shinan who was still immersed in calligraphy, Wang Zi'an's heart suddenly shook, as if someone opened a window in front of his eyes, he suddenly understood why he couldn't get it after wandering on the threshold of a master for many years in his previous life, That is the lack of this precipitation that has been washed through the years.

Soft on the outside and strong on the inside, harmonious and harmonious, hidden in the body, this is the way to return to nature!

His whole body was shaken, and the aura of his body changed unknowingly. He broke through the shackles of the past unknowingly, and broke through to the realm of eight turns of true qi without a sound.

Earn a fortune!
Regarding the changes in Wang Zi'an, several other people were paying attention to Yu Shinan's writing and didn't pay much attention, but Yu Yan, who was helping to tear the paper, and Qin Huaiyu, who was bored, found a clue. They only felt that Wang Zi'an, who was studying ink, suddenly There was an ethereal feeling in the room, and he couldn't help but glanced at Wang Zi'an in surprise.

Yu Shinan wrote the poem "Chang'an Ancient Ideas" which he studied all the way on the road. This poem is not short in length.What's rare is that at such an advanced age, Yu Shinan is so eloquent that he swipes down, and the whole body is in one piece, without any flaws.

call--

With the finishing touch of the last stroke, Yu Shinan couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief, his figure flickered, and he almost fell down.Wang Zi'an quickly supported him, and Yu Yan and Yu Chengze also rushed forward to help him.

"It's okay—the old man feels better than ever!"

Yu Shinan broke away from the support of several people, and looked at the work he had just written with a face of satisfaction. The words fit his feelings over the years and forged all his energy. Even if he was given another chance, he might not be able to It's hard to reach this level!
"Suddenly, the old man felt a little reluctant to send you off—"

Yu Shinan never expected that he would be inspired to such an extent driven by the artistic conception of the poem Chang'an Guyi.Wang Zi'an chuckled, as if he had found a treasure, he repeatedly looked at the long mate in his hand. This is really a rare treasure, which has cast the wisdom and understanding of a calligraphy master for a lifetime.

In fact, martial arts, when reached to the extreme, have a faint similarity with calligraphy.With this work in hand, after repeated observations, the benefits for improving one's martial arts are intangible.

"Zian, how about you transfer this work to the old man?"

Kong Yingda stared at Wang Zi'an's long pair with bright eyes, like a hungry wolf smelling delicious meat.

"Give it to me, the rare calligraphy and paintings in my house, you can choose as you please—"

Although he is not very familiar with Wang Zi'an, Yan Shigu couldn't help being moved by the good things.Wang Zi'an glanced at them, and shook his head cheerfully.

"Don't sell it, don't change it, I want to keep it as a family heirloom—"

"I give you two options, either transfer this picture to the old man, or you can write a copy for the old man yourself—"

An old fox-like smile appeared on Kong Yingda's face, and Wang Zi'an was shocked immediately.People become mature with age, are you an old man with such deep routines?

Kong Yingda used retreat as advance, which surprised Yu Shinan and Yan Shigu as heavenly beings. Could it be so neat?

(End of this chapter)