"Old Li?" Someone said again next to him.

Someone has already guessed something at this moment, and it is probably because Li Qingqun is in bad health and is seen by this young man.

Li Qingqun waved his hand and continued to look at Fang Han.

Fang Han was speechless. Did he save the person himself or her wrong person?

Miao Zhongchen stood beside Fang Han, his face was ugly just now, but his face was still not very good now, and he said in a deep voice: "Young man, say whatever you see. If you say something wrong, don't blame me for being rude."

Fang Han looked at Li Qingqun, and Li Qingqun sighed and said, "You can say whatever you see. Anyway, I can't write the last word now."

After Fang Han interrupted this, Li Qingqun had already exhaled his energy and no longer had the same state as before. Even if he picked up his pen, he could not write a level similar to the previous three words. Instead of not being able to write it, it would be better to just do it.

Since Li Qingqun didn't mind, Fang Han said something: "The wonderful way of calligraphy is superior to spirit, and the form and quality are second to form. Only those who combine it can introduce it to the ancients. The three words in the first three can be said to be both form and spirit, and the artistic conception is vividly displayed on the paper. However, if you look closely, you can find that the spirit on these three words is constantly declining..."

As he spoke, Fang Han stepped to the desk, pointed to the first word "jiang" and said: "The word "jiang" is imposing and has a surging meaning, but when it comes to the word "he" it turns into a moist rain silently, and its momentum has begun to fade. When it comes to the word "hu", it gives people a sense of tranquility and elegance..."

Fang Han said as he moved his fingers down, moving from the word "jiang" to the word "he".

"Isn't this right?"

The old man who commented before said: "The river should naturally be surging and rushing, and the river should naturally be moist and rain silently. Shouldn't the lake be quiet and elegant?"

"It's true at first glance." Fang Han nodded and said, "But if you look closely, you won't be sure."

"I would like to give advice to you." The old man who commented was very polite.

Although Fang Han has not yet mentioned Zi Chou Yin Mao, none of the old men present dares to underestimate Fang Han.

If you don’t say anything else, just saying Fang Han can say “The wonderful way of calligraphy is superior to spirit, and the form and quality are second to those who combine it, you can introduce it to the ancients”, and they will know that Fang Han is definitely not an outsider.

This sentence was not created by Fang Han, but it has its origin. It is a sentence that Wang Sengqian, a master of calligraphy in the Southern Dynasty, said in "Praise of Brush Style".

Fang Han pointed his finger at the first word "Jiang" again: "The word "Jiang" is not very obvious, but when it comes to the word "He" it is less angry. It is right that the river moistens things, but there is not a single fish in the river. Is it normal?"

The old man next to him looked carefully. Sure enough, when he reached the second word "he", it was indeed a little less agile, and the artistic conception was still there, but there was a lack of agility.

Fang Han pointed to the third word "hu": "Looking at this word again, there is peace and elegance, but it is inevitable that it is a bit too quiet. Too quiet will mean death."

The old man who commented before was a master. Fang Han said, and he also looked at it. Sometimes he didn't realize that it was not because he was not at the level, but because he looked at the different angles. At this time, Fang Han was a little bit more, and he looked at it again and saw something strange.

Fang Han continued: "The word is like a person, and the word is like a person. Even if the word is like this, how can a person be intact?"

Everyone was shocked.

There are no mediocre people present. Real good characters are filled with energy. The real people can not only see the shape of the characters, but also see the mood of the person who writes through the characters. Is it happy or depressed, peaceful or crazy?

Fang Han said again: "River, river, lake, sea, Yangtze River rushes, endless streams moisten things, drizzle silently, lakes calm, calm and elegant. The momentum of these three words is decreasing, but the sea embraces everything, waves roll over the remaining clouds, and the momentum is instantly rising..."

While saying that, Fang Han scratched a V-shaped character with his fingers.

"Mr. Li was already unable to write the word "hu" and was not angry enough. If he wrote the word "hai" again, wouldn't it be exhausted? How could he have life?"

When Fang Han said this, everyone present was shocked and looked at Li Qingqun in unison. If it was really as Fang Han said, then the consequences would be really unimaginable.

"Old Li?" Someone slowly spoke next to him.

Li Qingqun waved his hand slightly and said softly: "Actually, I always feel an ominous feeling this time. I feel like the end is approaching, but I just didn't care. I just started to write a few words and felt a little relieved. If I could really complete this word, even if my life returned to the underworld, what's the regret... Alas..."

Sometimes people's sixth sense is very strong. Li Qingqun did not feel any discomfort before, and his body has always been good. However, recently, he felt irritated from time to time, feeling that he was about to die soon.

This feeling is so mysterious, it is hard to explain, and it is unclear.

It cannot be said that everyone has this feeling, but Li Qingqun has it.

Li Qingqun didn't care much before. He was over 70 years old and had already seen through life and death. Therefore, Li Qingqun always liked to find friends to discuss calligraphy. Today, someone suggested coming to Yupinxuan, so Li Qingqun came.

Due to the interest just now, Li Qingqun picked up his pen and wrote, and his condition was unprecedented. If Fang Han had not interrupted suddenly, Li Qingqun might have been able to write the most peak work of his life.

Fang Han said the first time: "Why do you have to be persistent? These three words are already amazing. Why do you have to be perfect and make this word a singular sound?"

Others may not care much, but Li Qingqun heard it clearly.

"Absolute sound!"

These two words made Li Qingqun's heart move. At that time, he didn't want to give up, but he was finally interrupted by Fang Han.

The group of people looked at Li Qingqun with complicated eyes, and then looked at Fang Han again.

The old man who commented before spoke again: "My little brother should not only understand calligraphy, but also a doctor, right?"

Fang Han nodded: "I am a doctor in the emergency department of Jiang Intermediate People's Hospital."

"Sure enough." The old man who commented nodded slightly and asked tentatively: "I don't know who I am a teacher?"

"Oh, my teacher is Mr. Guo Wenyuan, and my teacher will celebrate his birthday tomorrow. Today I am actually coming out to find gifts for the teacher." Fang Han said.

"It turns out to be Mr. Guo's disciple. No wonder he has such achievements at a young age." The old man who commented was slightly shocked, and then felt it was right and sighed: "I have heard that some famous doctors can use their words to determine life and death. When I saw him today, I realized that his words were true."

"The old man praised me." Fang Han waved his hand quickly and humbled a little.
Chapter completed!