Pei Nanming wanted to take the opportunity to raise his apprentice's hand.
Therefore, this challenge is particularly important.
Wang Zihua is full of self-confidence, he has never believed in any folk calligraphy masters, he is an old-fashioned academic.
"Master, you don't have to leave to go, I can handle it alone."
Wang Zihua said.
"It's okay, I believe you can, behave well after you go, and strive to knock the other party to the ground, with your calligraphy level, I don't think it's too difficult."
Pei Nanming is very optimistic about his apprentices.
"Master, then you can give me a suggestion, should I compare with him in a large or small way?"
Wang Zihua wanted to hear from the master for some advice.
"I suggest a large space, you write more, show all your advantages, the more you write, the better, if you maintain an equally high level, your profound calligraphy skills can be better reflected, of course, it can't be too long, I think Wang Xizhi's "Lanting Collection Preface" is more compatible Yes, you can think about it. ” Pei Nanming first studied Xingshu, and later switched from Xingshu to Xingcao, and then to Wild Grass.
His attainments in calligraphy are no worse than those of his apprentices, but now his focus is on cursive writing, and he is definitely not as skilled as his apprentices.
Wang Zihua smiled and nodded, "Master, don't worry, I have copied the "Lanting Collection Preface" many times, not ten thousand times, but eight thousand times, I have already obtained the charm of the book of the book of the Saint Wang Xi, and this time it is bound to be obtained!"
” Don't look at Wang Zihua calling a master, in fact, his age is not young, he is already in his forties.
Pei Nanming has high hopes for Wang Zihua, and he hopes that his apprentice can make good use of this opportunity, first, to defeat that folk master, and second, to deter Song Qingyun and Zhao Zhengshu.
It didn't take long for Wang Zihua to take several colleagues from the Book Association to the Fuli International Hotel to challenge Wu Liang.
At this time, at the Fuli International Hotel, Song Qingyun was still persuading Wu Liang to join the Calligraphy Association.
"Mr.
Wu, I know that you don't value fame and don't care about money, but you should have a fanatical love for calligraphy and a noble pursuit of art.
Wu Liang smiled and responded: "I'm sorry, I really don't have much pursuit of art, I'm very good at picking up girls, and I like to unlock more poses." ” "This ......"
Song Qingyun looked embarrassed, his old face turned red, he really didn't know how to take it down.
At this moment, a group of people walked in, all of whom were members of the Calligraphy Association.
It was Pei Nanming's apprentice Wang Zihua who came, and this time he came to challenge Wu Liang.
"Hehe, all old friends, they're all here."
Wang Zihua walked into the box, stood in front of everyone, and glanced at it with a flirtatious look, "I heard that there is a calligraphy master with a very high level, and my Wang Zihua came to train one or two, try this calligraphy master, whether it is half a catty, or eight taels." ” Wang Zihua likes to pretend, the ancients are like their people, but in fact, it is not at all.
Wang Zihua, although he is a sinister person, but his book is written beautifully, he said that he has the charm of Wang Xizhi, in fact, he is not blind and arrogant, he is indeed capable.
At this moment, Wang Zihua swept around and found that in addition to the old acquaintances of the Calligraphy Association, there was only a strange young man left.
Seeing this scene, Wang Zihua couldn't help but secretly say in his heart: "Huh?
How come there is only one young man I don't know?
What about the master of folk calligraphy?
Could it be that this young man is a folk master?
No way!
When pigs fly!
” Wang Zihua immediately denied his inner thoughts.
He couldn't convince himself that the young man in front of him was the so-called folk calligraphy master.
Song Qingyun was not polite to Wang Zihua, who spoke in a weird manner.
"Wang Zihua, don't ask for hardship, I advise you to step back quickly, otherwise you will lose face!"
Song Qingyun had already seen Wu Liang's calligraphy, and he also knew how many catties and taels Wang Zihua had.
In his opinion, Wang Zihua is almost hot compared to Wu Liang.
If Wu Liang's attainments in the book have reached the realm of heaven and man, then Wang Zihua has just touched the realm of heaven and man, but he has not broken through.
Although it is already within reach, but it is the end of the world, even if it is only as thin as window paper, it is difficult to break through.
Wang Zihua snorted disdainfully: "Heh!
President Song is so angry, I'm here to challenge others, what do you have to do with it?!
” "I already plan to invite him to join our book association, and he is very likely to become a person in our book association in the future, as the vice president, don't I have the power to manage it?"
Song Qingyun will not take Wang Zihua in his eyes yet.
"President Song, you haven't discussed it with my master, and you want to include folk wild calligraphers in the Calligraphy Association?
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You're just doing a lot of nonsense!
Wang Zihua said angrily.
"Call me nonsense?
As the vice president, I have the right to invite anyone to join the Association, as long as the other party has the strength, the Association will not set a threshold for talented people to deliberately make things difficult!
"How can Song Qingyun tolerate a junior being wild to him.
Wang Zihua knew that his arms couldn't twist his thighs, so he could only find a way to stir up the emotions of his peers in other calligraphy associations.
"Do you see, this is the so-called vice president of the calligraphy association, blatant favoritism, even to recruit wild calligraphers privately, calligraphy is a fine traditional culture in China, and our calligraphy association is the orthodoxy of the calligraphy industry, how can we let a wild calligrapher join our calligraphy association, bad for our court ？
Listen to me, is Song Qingyun very reckless?
” After Wang Zihua deliberately instigated emotions, some people were really talking about the problems with Song Qingyun's decision.
However, these people who questioned Song Qingyun were basically brought by Wang Zihua, and they were actually the conservative academics of Pei Nanming's group.
The other members of the calligraphy association were not affected by Wang Zihua's incitement, but instead showed a look of contempt for Wang Zihua.
Wang Zihua swept the cold eyes of his peers, and he was puzzled in his heart!
"What's wrong with this group of people?
Am I not right?
Wild calligraphers, also eligible to join the Calligraphy Association?
Is he worthy?
Why do these people wear the same pants as wild calligraphers?
The situation is so wrong!
” The reason why a large number of members of the Book Association despise Wang Zihua is because they have witnessed Wu Liang's true strength, and that line of books not only resembles a book saint, but also looks like a book saint, with a similarity of 99%!
It can be said that these calligraphers have been impressed by Wu Liang's super high calligraphy standards and attainments.
At this time, Wang Zihua came to slander, and everyone naturally felt unhappy with Wang Zihua.
Wang Zihua endured the cold eyes of everyone and became even more annoyed.
He shouted in the luxurious box: "Wild calligrapher, you are not worthy of entering my calligraphy association!"
Wild calligraphers are like wild dogs without mothers, and they also want to join the orthodox court of calligraphy?
Daydreaming, wishful thinking!
If you want to join the Book Association, you must pass the level of my Wang Zihua!
” And at this time.
Smack!
A bunch of ink spots shook Wang Zihua's face!