Saint of the Confucian way

At the moment when Fang Yun pointed out the first stroke of the word "Yong", there was a slight sound of breaking the air, like the whiplash.

As soon as Wei Yu's eyes are tight, the key to this point of Yongzi is "writing fast", that is, "the sharp edge of the point" is not steep enough, so it is not worthy to be called the side edge.

Wei Yu clenched his right hand tightly. Fang Yun's pen has gone beyond the degree of "fast", but reached the level of "danger", which can be practiced quickly, but "danger" can not be practiced simply. We must have a deep understanding of calligraphy.

"The side edge is steep..." Wei Yu whispered involuntarily, which is the realm many calligraphers dream of.

After Fang Yun wrote with unimaginable speed and precipitousness, a little ink appeared in the air. Then he suddenly began to slow down when he wrote the "dot" of Yongzi.

Wei Yu suddenly had an illusion that Fang Yun's pen tip turned into a thick mountain peak, and the mountain tip was deeply inserted into the earth to open up a river with the mountain tip.

Where the mountain peak passes, water flows from the ground, and a river grows under the pen.

The word "Yong" was changed by four times. Finally, when Fang Yun stopped, Wei Yu saw that the mountain peak that opened the river stopped slowly, and finally went straight into the sky and stood on the earth.

There are two main points in the eight methods of Yongzi: one is to write quickly, and the other is to close the pen fully. It seems to be the smallest and most insignificant point, but it is the beginning of the word "Yongzi" and the highest point of the word "Yongzi". Guangkuai is only the beginning. To achieve the beauty of the whole word, we must make the "close the pen fully" at this point.

If you don't receive the pen at this point, you don't have enough momentum. The next few pens will be thrown out like a basin of water, and the meaning of the pen will break quickly.

Fang Yun's point stands like a mountain, and the pen is full, just like everyone's wind.

Wei Yu was inexplicably frightened, because Fang Yun's handwriting might not be as good as that of a master of calligraphy in two environments and three environments, but the danger of writing and the full collection of his pen were terrible. If any experienced calligrapher saw Fang Yun's writing process at the moment, he would be surprised that Fang Yun had the potential of four environments.

"Who taught Fang Yun this way of calligraphy? I saw that he wrote it. It is said that the pen can be divided into spring and autumn and the meaning can be opened for thousands of years. Who is his teacher? He has never seen such writing skills in his life! Did a master of the four or even five realms have a new understanding and deliberately raise this pen for Fang Yun?"

Wei Yu blinked hurriedly and saw that Fang Yun had started to write horizontal. It didn't matter if he didn't look. At this point, Wei Yu's heart began to pull.

The point of Yongzi should be sufficient and horizontal. Like cavalry reining in a crazy horse, they should leave their brushwork in this horizontal. If they can't rein in it, the whole horizontal will jump like a crazy horse and lose the stability that horizontal should have.

Fang Yun not only spread out this horizontal stroke with the help of the powerful force of the previous stroke, but also started with the reverse front and wrote with the center, which won the essence of the word "stability". This horizontal stroke is heavy and sinking, as if it could collapse a house.

Wei Yu couldn't help muttering to himself: "this horizontal pen is like an open road in the mountain. It's astringent and steady. It's strong and meaningful. It's also like a log horizontal path. If the sky clouds fluctuate and birds walk in the dense forest, it's amazing. How can you write it at a young age!"

"What is the leak mark of the house?" Fang Yun slowly said the words of Yan Zhenqing, the master of regular script.

Wei Yu was stunned and smiled: "yes! Yes! Yes! The walls of the old house fluctuate, and sometimes there are winding gaps. If there is a leak in the house, the rain can't pour down directly. Instead, he walked hard through the gaps and climbed mountains on the walls. The ups and downs are far more difficult than I said before! Leak marks! Leak marks! If I get a bad name for thousands of years, I will have a leak mark!"

Wei Yu said and smiled. There were tears in his eyes, the joy of enlightenment and deep regret.

However, the sudden regret soon disappeared and was replaced by a firmer look.

Wei Yu looked at Fang Yun's pen and said slowly, "although your word is good, it may not break my word forever!"

Fang Yun received the pen, and the complete word "Yong" appeared in the air, just like Wei Yu's. first, the word became like a fly, and then the word was like an earthworm. The eight strokes of point, horizontal, vertical, hook, lifting, skimming, short skimming and Na immediately separated, like an earthworm winding, and then combined into one.

When he saw Fang Yun's complete word "Yong", Wei Yu's figure flashed. Then he saw Fang Yun's word "Yong" like a big boat sailing down the river, riding the wind and waves and carrying a huge voice.

Wei Yu's word "forever" was greeted with great momentum, like a surging river, but Wei Yu felt uneasy.

When the two words "Yong" met, Fang Yun's word "Yong" suddenly hit Wei Yu like a wooden hammer beating his clothes and like an oar rowing. He heard a loud bang, broke through Wei Yu's word "Yong" and hit Wei Yu with the momentum of competing with each other.

An invisible force formed around Fang Yun's word "Yong". Wei Yu was like being hit hard. His body suddenly retreated, left the first page of white paper and stood on the second page of white paper.

Then, the first page of white paper rose, and Fang Yun's word "Yong" accurately fell on it and turned into black and white.

Then the white paper shook slightly and turned into a three foot high stone tablet with the word "forever" written by Fang Yun. Then the stone tablet moved to one side to make room for the two people.

Wei Yu was speechless and stared at the stone tablet.

This is a calligraphy monument. Generally speaking, only students who have reached nine chips in the ink sword Pavilion can have this calligraphy monument. This is a high praise for a person's calligraphy realm.

"I'm worthy of being Fang Zhenguo, and I'm worthy of being the river of enlightenment! I'm not as good at writing as you, but I'm confident that I can surpass you in the meaning of calligraphy and literature! I know that my talent and knowledge are limited and I can't write any famous sentences, so I borrow the words of the great Confucian yuan ang about the ancestors of the Wei family and discuss ink with you!"

Fang Yun said, "although you didn't say which famous sentence it was, since you mentioned the great Confucian yuan ang, I can probably guess that Wei Dan, a great calligrapher in the Three Kingdoms period, was your ancestor. Please!"

Wei Yu nodded slightly and wrote in mid air.

"Long Wei and Hu Zhen are at war."

When Wei Yu finished writing, these eight words suddenly twisted slightly, but they soon returned to their original state.

Fang Yun takes a closer look. The word "dragon" is full of dignity, while the word "tiger" is full of domineering spirit. The word "sword" is like a sharp weapon out of the scabbard, and the word "crossbow" is like an army crossbow ready to go.

Dragon, tiger, sword and crossbow are only four characters, but in Wei Yu's works, they seem to be able to turn words into reality at any time.

Fang Yun nodded and said, "your understanding of these eight words is really extraordinary. Your understanding of both word meaning and literary meaning has exceeded my imagination. Unfortunately, you have no dragon and tiger in your heart at the moment. Your sword is blunt and your crossbow is weak. How can you beat me!"

"Brother Fang, please give me some advice!" Wei Yu stood on the second return paper and arched his hand.

Fang Yun picked up his pen and wrote in mid air.

"The knot word is handed down from time to time, and it is not easy to use the pen through the ages."

Wei Yu immediately pondered that this sentence means that the structure, mode and style of writing change with the changes of the times, but the writing method of the brush will not change.

Before Wei Yu could understand this sentence, he saw that his eight characters of "Long Wei Hu Zhen, sword and crossbow" were like withered weeds and dried up rivers. The ink constituting the characters began to shrink, and finally turned into eight deformed characters, which fell to the ground and twisted out of shape.

"You... This means that the meaning of this article is far beyond the talent of my ancestors. Even the great Confucian praises the power of my ancestors. How can you write such penetrating sentences to the calligraphy! How! Poof..." Wei Yu couldn't help but spit blood out of his mouth.

Fang Yun was silent. In the history of ancient China, it was recognized that there were four masters of regular script, Ouyang Xun, Yan Zhenqing, Liu Gongquan and Zhao Mengfu, each of whom created a font of regular script.

The sentence written by Fang Yun is the original words of Zhao Mengfu, one of the four masters.

There were many talented people in the Song Dynasty, including Mi Fu, Huang Tingjian, Su Shi and Cai Xiang, but it was Zhao Mengfu who finally tied with the three top calligraphy writers in the Tang Dynasty.

Fang Yun not only wrote Zhao Mengfu's original words, but also wrote in Zhao style created by Zhao Mengfu. Whether it is literary meaning or word meaning, let alone Wei Yu, even Wei Yu's ancestor who entered the four areas of calligraphy is far inferior.

Wei Yu was about to ask a question when his eyes suddenly brightened and stared at the words written by Fang Yun.

Suddenly, all the strokes of the twelve characters were opened. Instead of turning into earthworms, they turned into black snakes.

Words come out like snakes.

Before Wei Yu could react, dozens of black snakes rushed over and bit Wei Yu hard.

"Ah..."

Wei Yu screamed and retreated again and again. When he withdrew from the second paper return, the ink snakes retreated. Finally, they jumped on the paper return and reverted to Fang Yun's twelve big characters.

The word knot has been handed down from time to time, and it is not easy to use a pen through the ages.

Wei Yu looked down at his body. There were many wounds where the snake bit him. Those wounds were bleeding.

Wei Yu made a painful sound, and a deep helplessness appeared in his eyes.

Although the written snake in the ink sword Pavilion is not the realm of calligraphy, it represents that Fang Yun has great potential, and the trace bitten by the written snake in the ink sword Pavilion will stay on people for at least one month!

Wei Yu raised his head.

When the paper disappears, the second tablet appears.

Wei Yu's helplessness turned into despair. Unexpectedly, Fang Yun's brushwork and word meaning not only far exceeded his own, but also formed a text monument, which means that Fang Yun must be stable at nine chips in the ink sword Pavilion. If Fang Yun can form a monument in the next competition, it must be full of ten chips.

At the same time, a man walked into the ink sword Pavilion.

"Are you two in the wrong position?" Joe juze, holding a large sum of money, walked forward and looked at the two monuments in surprise.

"Brother Qiao came in time. If it's a moment later, our competition will be over." Fang Yun smiled.

Qiao juze said as he walked, "I didn't expect Fang Yun's calligraphy to have such a realm! The word" Yong "has wonderful meanings everywhere, and some of the methods of turning the front are unprecedented. If you let the masters of the four calligraphy environments write the word" Yong "with your handwriting, it will inevitably become a new font! Unfortunately, you just don't have enough skills, otherwise this font alone will make you a generation of calligraphy Wenzong."

Wei Yu sighed and said nothing.

Qiao juze looked at Wei Yu and found his bite marks. He was even more surprised and immediately looked at the second monument.

"I'd like to see what Fang Yun wrote to turn words into snakes! Eh? This sentence... It's hard for me to understand for a moment. It seems to point directly to the holy way of calligraphy! Can't only masters of the five realms of calligraphy say these words?"