I Broke Out Of My Grave And Was Yearning For Live Broadcast!

Chapter 71-Ye Xuan’s Writing

“F*ck, what’s the matter?”

“Why don’t you see clearly, is it faded?”

“I can’t see clearly. Who can tell me if this is the real thing of Wang Xizhi?”

? ? ?

It’s not just the water friends who blasted the pot.

Teacher Huang also said in the first time:

“Father, why are the words slurred?”

Ye Xuan looked at it and said, “It’s probably because it has been left for too long and it has been damp.”

“That’s why some parts can’t be seen clearly.”

Teacher He was stunned and asked: “Why is it wet? Father, where do you usually put this calligraphy and painting?”

“Just under the bed.”

Ye Xuan said calmly.

? ? ?

under the bed?

“Wang Xizhi’s original Lanting Collection Preface, you just put it under the bed?”

Teacher Huang said in pain.

“Yes.”

Ye Xuan said calmly, “Where else should I put it?”

Yearning for everyone: “…”

“It’s no wonder it gets wet, the old man actually put calligraphy and painting under the bed.”

“Master, don’t you regard treasures as treasures!”

“If Wang Xizhi knows, he has to climb out of the coffin!”

“Father, please be your own person!”

All the water friends thumped their feet and their chests.

Now, most of the preface of the Lanting Collection is damp and can’t see clearly.

It’s almost destroyed.

If we say that the intact Lanting Collection Preface is worth more than one billion.

Then like this semi-waste product that is so damp that it can’t be seen clearly.

It is worthless.

Thinking of this, the expressions of the water friends are all full of regret and helplessness.

“Father, what should I do with this calligraphy and painting now?”

Peng Pengqiang said with a smile.

“It’s okay, I’ll fix it.”

Ye Xuan said calmly.

The old man still knows how to repair calligraphy and painting? ?

Everyone was another accident.

The so-called technical profession has specialization.

But this sentence does not seem to be reflected in the old man!

So far, Ye Xuan has given everyone the most intuitive impression of being versatile and capable of everything.

Using the void to fetch things, in the blink of an eye, a few more things came out of Ye Xuan’s hand.

Paper, ink and pen!

“Grandpa Ye Xuan, let me help you polish the ink.”

Sister Zifeng said.

Because she learned calligraphy when she was a child, she also rubbed ink.

Ye Xuan smiled slightly: “No, it will be all right soon.”

I saw Ye Xuan use Xianshu, and in just a few seconds, Mo… was polished!

“This is too fast!”

Everyone took a breath.

Next, is the repair process of calligraphy and painting.

Ye Xuan picked up a brush, stained the ink, and then began to write on the original sticker of the Lanting Collection.

“Master, what do you want to do? Re-tracing the invisible part of the font?”

“It should be like this.”

“So this is called repair.”

“It feels like there is no technical content!”

Suddenly, the water friends felt disappointed.

It turned out to be just following the description.

This look is very simple.

But when he first started writing, Ye Xuan stopped.

“Master, what’s the matter?”

Teacher Huang asked immediately.

All the spectators are also unknown.

Ye Xuan shook his head: “I checked it a while ago, and the original post is useless. This painting is no longer worth repairing.”

Ye Xuan slowly put away the pen.

He overestimated the quality of this rice paper.

After thousands of years of decay, this rice paper can no longer be written on.

“useless??”

Just when the monks couldn’t find their heads,

Ye Xuan opened the white paper he took out.

It is three meters long and more than one meter wide.

After that, Ye Xuan flicked his brush and started writing on it!

! ! !

“The old man can also write calligraphy!”

“So handsome, so elegant!”

“What font is this, cursive?”

“This is a running script. Have you seen the content? The old man is writing the preface to the Lanting Collection.”

“Isn’t the old man wanting to rewrite a preface to the collection of Orchid Pavilion!?”

“No, just because there is no repair value, the old man writes one by himself!?”

Yearning for everyone is also dumbfounded.

Soon after.

Ye Xuan slowly put away the brush, and put it on the inkstone at will.

What is displayed in front of everyone at this moment is the preface of the Lanting Collection written by Ye Xuan!

Looking at the script fonts above one by one.

Vigorous in beauty, strength in softness.

Everyone’s eyes are dull!

Although, they don’t really appreciate the calligraphy.

But only from the visual point of view.

Ye Xuan’s calligraphy of the Lanting Collection Preface is no worse than that of Wang Xizhi.

It’s even worse!

“Absolutely, old man, your writing is so good!”

Teacher Huang compared the two sets of calligraphy and painting together.

If you don’t see it with your own eyes,

They would think it was the same author!

And at this moment,

“Look, everyone, desktop!!”

Peng Peng suddenly let out a surprise.

Suddenly, everyone’s gaze swept across the table.

“What’s the matter?”

“What happened to the desktop?”

“Huh… there are pen marks on the desktop?”

Everyone found that there were some superficial scratches on the desk where the old man was writing just now.

Those pen marks, as if carved with a knife.

It looks very clear.

A word suddenly appeared in everyone’s mind: “Three points into the wood!”

The word “Ruimu Sanfen” first originated from Wang Xizhi.

It is rumored that the emperor of the Eastern Jin Dynasty would go to the northern suburbs to make sacrifices and ask Wang Xizhi to write the congratulatory message on a wooden board, and then send workers to carve it.

The carving workers were very surprised when they were carving. The writing power of Wang Xizhi’s writing actually penetrated more than one-third of the wood.

He admired and said: “The words of General Youjun are really three-pointers!”

This is the origin of the three points into the wood.

It is now generally used to describe the powerful calligraphy pen.

“The old man writes, he is also in the woods!”

“But how do I look at it, it seems to be more than three points!”

Some water friends discovered the clue.

Under normal circumstances, three points = three millimeters.

But Ye Xuan’s notch on the wooden table is obviously more than three millimeters!

“This mark feels a bit deep!”

Soon, Teacher Huang also discovered the problem.

He couldn’t help but stretched out his hand and felt it over the nick.

Finally draw a conclusion.

“The depth of the pen mark left by the old man is at least seven millimeters!”

The crowd was in an uproar!

How powerful is this calligraphy ability to leave a seven-millimeter pen mark! !

“Awesome!”

“Old man’s calligraphy skills are even deeper than Wang Xizhi!”

“Kneel down to the old man again!”

“The old man writes, it’s seven minutes into the woods!”

“Now the world’s number one calligraphy master, isn’t it the old man?”

All of a sudden, the live broadcast room was completely exploded.

It turned out that they thought that the calligraphy written by the old man was comparable to that of Wang Xizhi.

But the pen marks left behind made the two of them stand up against each other.

Father, definitely better than Wang Xizhi!

…

Afterwards, Peng Peng hung the preface of the Orchid Pavilion written by Ye Xuan on the wall.

Hang with Van Gogh’s sunflowers,

Suddenly the style in the cabin came up!

“If there are more works of art, I feel like I can open a museum!”

Teacher Huang said jokingly.

“By the way, father, when it comes to works of art, do you know Bi Jiasuo?” Suddenly, sister Zifeng asked.

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