What he said has obviously made it very clear. Their old man, shopkeeper Zhu, cannot write such words, only others.

Tang Yan pointed at Qiu Wuhen with a smile and said: "Master Qiu is also my husband. Just now we saw with our own eyes that all the mistakes he made were copied exactly the same. This is the highest level of copying that can be achieved. And every one of them

There is no difference in the size, width, or width of the characters and the charm of the brushwork. It is like another version of the Lanting Preface. In fact, we can see the Lanting Preface that is exactly the same as the original, so our love for calligraphy is not in vain."

Everyone nodded, and Cui Liu was also very excited. He gave Qiu Wuhen a blessing and said: "This calligraphy is also the most realistic template Cui Liu has ever seen. It cannot be said to be realistic, but it should be said to be exactly the same. Sir, it is really shocking.

Now, in the future, no one in the literary world of the Ming Dynasty will be able to surpass you."

Qiu Wuhen was a little embarrassed to be praised. This was actually just the version printed by Yao Gulu. There were no words of his own. He was about to say a few words of politeness shamelessly, but he didn't expect Ni Hui to say first: "Cui Liu

Girl, I’m afraid this is too much. Although Master Qiu has reached a very high level in copying the inscriptions on the stele, this calligraphy is also the best one among the copying versions I have seen.”

"But after all, copying is copying. It's just a matter of whether the copying is similar or not. No matter how good the copying is, it is still someone else's handwriting. If you want to become a great master in the calligraphy world, you may have to come up with your own handwriting. If your own handwriting can also be used

Only by creating the style of a generation can we be called a leader in the literary world and a calligrapher of a generation. Otherwise, we will only copy copybooks and be nothing more than a craftsman who copied copybooks."

Everyone could hear the obvious sourness in his words. Because Qiu Wuhen had just flatly rejected his request to write another calligraphy for him, he was a little unhappy.

Shopkeeper Zhu quickly smiled and said: "If you can copy so realistically, your handwriting will definitely not be any worse. I heard that Mr. Qiu's handwriting is also Miss Tang Yan's favorite, and Mr. Qiu's original handwriting is also excellent."

Everyone, we all saw it just now."

Tang Yan shook her head and said: "You don't know something. Mr. Qiu is actually good at many fonts, and he can write whatever he likes. Each of the model essays he writes for his students has a different font. I'm afraid I've seen his before.

There are no less than a hundred kinds of calligraphy, and they are all very skillful calligraphy. Of course, among the more than a hundred kinds of calligraphy fonts, my favorite is his. Now, the copybook you saw earlier was specially written by him.

What I was given to copy was just one of the calligraphy styles he was good at.

Everyone looked at Tang Yan in surprise. They believed that Tang Yan would not lie. In Tang Yan's room, they did see many model fonts. Shopkeeper Zhu looked at Qiu Wuhen in shock and said: "Mr. Qiu, what are you writing?"

Like what? This ability is amazing."

Mao Jie said: "Let's quickly comment on who is second?"

Tang Yan shook her head and said: "We have already chosen the first place. I feel ashamed to judge who is ranked second later. Because I see that everyone's copybooks, including mine, are very different from Mr. Qiu's calligraphy.

Is it interesting for you to be ranked second when someone else is ranked first? Do you have the nerve to be ranked second? I’m afraid I won’t be ranked the next day, so I give up, don’t judge me. This is not mine, I can rate it as the last one.

, but don’t judge me for being second.”

Hearing what she said, everyone else nodded frequently, feeling that Qiu Wuhen's calligraphy was so much better than the others. Compared with him, it was like comparing fireflies to the brilliance of the sun.

The sun ranks first, but do fireflies dare to say that it ranks second? These two kinds of brilliance are not on the same level, and no one has the shame to be second.

So Ni Hui laughed at himself and said: "Yes, let's stop judging. Let's just be the last one. Mr. Qiu is indeed the best in calligraphy and handwriting, and there is no objection. Come on, let's all be the last."

One drink more."

Qiu Wuhen also held a cup and said: "Actually, this is just copying others. It's just fun. I'll have a drink with you all."

Although Ni Hui didn't ask for Qiu Wuhen's calligraphy, he felt a little sad. But he was really impressed by Qiu Wuhen's calligraphy. What's more, Qiu Wuhen was from the seventh rank, and he was only the seventh rank. The two were just

The difference is only half a grade. Moreover, Qiu Wuhen is so young and he is already middle-aged. Qiu Wuhen has much more room for improvement than him in the future. He would rather bully a white-headed man than bully a poor young man. Of course he understands this truth.

So he didn't dare to be too harsh on Qiu Wuhen, and quickly said with a smile: "Mr. Qiu is really a genius, this calligraphy has opened our eyes. Come on, let's think about it again while we have the wine glasses, while we only have this

It takes just one meal to appreciate this calligraphy, and I will probably never be as lucky as you in my life."

What he said is true. Unlike modern society, there are various highly realistic methods that can allow people to appreciate the most beautiful calligraphy. In the Ming Dynasty, there were only vague trays, but the charm of the original work could not be seen.

So they all kept commenting on the long-lost calligraphy, and asked Qiu Wuhen from time to time how to write a certain word. Qiu Wuhen just laughed and didn't answer, because he couldn't answer it.

Tang Yan said: "Mr. Qiu's writing is different. We all write in a rhythmic way, but Mr. Qiu does it in one go without any stagnation. As you may have just seen, this unique writing method cannot be copied by others."

Everyone was amazed. Shopkeeper Zhu said to Qiu Wuhen: "Tomorrow we are going to Bei Tie Mountain. Sir, please go with us."

Tang Yan said: "I told Mr. Qiu just now and he has agreed."

Shopkeeper Zhu said happily: "That's great. I heard that there are many poets in Beitie Mountain, and some of them are quite good in calligraphy. I came here because of their fame and did some business by the way. If there is a gentleman who can give me some advice, how can I appreciate it?"

Calligraphy makes it more interesting."

Qiu Wuhen was shocked. It was no problem to ask him to print out the calligraphy, but to ask him to comment on the calligraphy was like rushing the duck. He didn't understand it at all! He had never written with a brush before.

Who knows anything about calligraphy? He doesn’t know a few calligraphers who can be considered great, and he has no idea what the characteristics of their calligraphy are.

He quickly started talking: "I just followed to see the excitement. I heard that there is a mountain waterfall in Beitie Mountain, where the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the scenery is pleasant. I have never been there, so I thought of going to see it together. As for other things,

Yes, but I'm not interested."

Everyone thought that Qiu Wuhen was modest, but they actually liked this kind of person who was full of poetry but not arrogant, and they had a good impression of the young and promising handsome man in front of him.

"Yes, the mountain you mentioned is above the mountain stream we are going to, and the stone wall has a lot of calligraphy carved on it. This time we specially brought the checked things. If we need to see the good inscriptions, we can print them.

You can think about it slowly when you go back."

Although Qiu Wuhen was considered a first-class calligrapher in the eyes of these people, and he could copy Wang Xizhi's calligraphy without any difference, which was a great skill, but in his own opinion, he had no interest in calligraphy.

When I was a child, I practiced hard-pen calligraphy for a few days. I used a pen to read, and it was just to make the words neater. Later, when computers became popular, I basically didn’t use a pen to write except for signatures.

After all the good calligraphy was ruined, who would be interested in studying calligraphy now?

It was only after he traveled to ancient times that he realized how important it was to have a good calligraphy piece. Fortunately, now you can print it with medicine gourd, so you don't have to worry about writing. But if he had to work hard to print those so-called good calligraphy and go back to think about it,

He has no such interest.

Everyone discussed the departure time and meeting place early the next morning, and then went back to rest. It was already late at night.

Before leaving, shopkeeper Zhu called Qiu Wuhen aside and said in a low voice: "Mr. Qiu, thank you very much. I know some people in the capital. If you intend to become an official in the capital, I can help you.

What kind of official position do you want to be sir? No problem if you are below the fifth rank."

Qiu Wuhen took a breath and looked at him, thinking who is this guy? With such a big breath, he can handle officials below the fifth rank. He is just a businessman. But many businessmen are like officials.

Everything is connected, maybe the power-money transaction is also unknown. He thought that if he didn't want the money, he would use the money to help him run an official position in exchange. This should be his idea.

The medicinal gourd in Qiu Wuhen's mind began to shake, as if the words were about to come out, and he knew that he would definitely object. He immediately said to the medicinal gourd in his mind: "Don't say anything yet, I know what to do, you don't need to teach me."

The medicine gourd stopped shaking, but there was no message. It seemed to be staring at him.

Qiu Wuhen said: "I know you think this is a trick to get money, and you don't allow it, right? OK, I don't want his official position, it doesn't matter, anyway, if I solve the case, you will help me get promoted, right?"

Bar?"

Yao Gulu nodded solemnly.

Qiu Wuhen said: "In this case, I don't want other people's officials. I will wait to accept your mission and be promoted after solving the case. Anyway, if you take it step by step, you will be promoted quickly."

So he smiled lightly, looked at Shopkeeper Zhu and said: "Shopkeeper Zhu, I treat you as a friend, so I give you this calligraphy. If you insist on getting me an official in return, our relationship will be too tacky.

If that's the case, please return the calligraphy to me, I can't reach a friend like you."

Shopkeeper Zhu was stunned when he heard this. Then he laughed, a little embarrassed, and said hurriedly: "Sorry, sorry, I just want to express my feelings a little bit. Yes, you are right, since we are friends

Well, don’t pay attention to those things. I made a mistake. By the way, how old are you this year? Before, I offended Mr. Qiu because I didn’t have eyes for gold and jade. Now I really want to be on good terms with Mr. Qiu, but I don’t know..."

Qiu Wuhen looked at him and thought that he was so capable. It seemed that he was very comfortable in the officialdom and was very familiar with the officials in the capital. If he had the opportunity to be an official in the capital in the future, and he would become a big official step by step in the future, he would arrive in the capital sooner or later.
Chapter completed!