The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

The moment Fang Yun clicked on the first stroke of the word "Yong", the tip of his pen made a slight crackling sound, like the tip of a whip.

Wei Yu's eyes tightened. The most important thing about the word "Yong" is "writing quickly", that is, "sharp and steep". If the writing is not fast enough, the sharp edge of the "point" is not sharp enough, and it does not deserve to be called flanker.

Wei Yu clenched his fist tightly with his right hand. Fang Yun's strokes had gone beyond the level of "fast" and reached the level of "dangerous". Quickness can be practiced, but "dangerous" cannot be simply practiced. One must have good knowledge of calligraphy. Deep understanding.

"The flank is dangerous..." Wei Yu couldn't help but whisper. This is a realm that many calligraphers dream of.

After Fang Yun started writing with unimaginable speed and danger, a dot of ink appeared out of thin air, and then he suddenly began to slow down while writing the "dot" of the character Yong.

Wei Yu suddenly had an illusion. The pen tip in Fang Yun's hand turned into a thick mountain peak. The top of the mountain was deeply inserted into the earth, and a river was carved out of the top of the mountain.

Wherever the top of the mountain passes, clear water gushes from the ground, and a river emerges from the painting.

The word "Yong" is folded at one point and four times, and it changes direction four times. Finally, when Fang Yun stopped, Wei Yu's eyes flashed, and he saw the top of the mountain that opened up the river slowly stopped, and finally reached straight into the sky, standing tall. On the earth.

There are two key points in the eight points of the word "Yong". One is to start writing quickly, and the second is to finish the stroke sufficiently. A mere point may seem the smallest and most insignificant, but it is the beginning of the word "Yong" and the highest point of the word "Yong". The speed of light is just The beginning is good, but in order to achieve the perfect character, this point must be "finished".

If the closing stroke is insufficient at this point, the momentum will be insufficient. The next few strokes will be like a basin of water splashed out, and the brushwork will quickly break.

But this aspect of Fang Yun's luck is like a mountain standing tall, and the fullness of the strokes is just like everyone's style.

Wei Yu felt inexplicable panic in his heart, because Fang Yun's writing power may not be as good as the calligraphy masters of the second and third realms, but the risk of starting a stroke and the fullness of the completion are too terrifying. If any experienced calligrapher looks at it, When Fang Yun is in the process of writing at this moment, he will inevitably exclaim that Fang Yun has the potential of the four realms.

"Who gave Fang Yun the guidance on this method of calligraphy! I saw him writing, and it was like the legendary writing that divided the spring and autumn, and the meaning opened up the ages. Who was his teacher! I have never seen such writing techniques in my life! Could it be? A certain master of the Four Realms or even the Five Realms has gained new insights and specially cultivated this style of writing for Fang Yun? "

Wei Yu blinked hurriedly and saw that Fang Yun had already started to write horizontally. It didn't matter if he didn't look at it. This sight made Wei Yu's heart twitch.

The dots of Yong character must be sufficient and the horizontal lines must be tight, just like the cavalry reining in a crazy horse. Keep the meaning of the strokes in this horizontal line. If you cannot rein it in, the entire horizontal line will jump like a crazy horse, losing the stability that the horizontal line should have.

Fang Yun's horizontal stroke is not only spread out with the help of the huge power of the previous stroke, but also starts with the reverse front and writes with the center, which captures the essence of the word "steady". This horizontal stroke is heavy and sinking, and the stroke seems to be able to press down. Collapse a house.

Wei Yu couldn't help but murmur to himself: "This horizontal stroke of the pen is like opening a road in the mountains. It is steady and firm, and the strength is strong and meaningful. It is also like a log crosswalk. One stroke seals the front. It is like the undulating sky and clouds and the birds walking in the dense forest. The strokes of the pen are frustrated. It’s amazing, how could you write it at such a young age?”

"What are the leak marks in the house?" Fang Yun slowly said the words of Yan Zhenqing, a master of regular script, while writing.

Wei Yu was stunned, clasped his hands and laughed: "Yes! Yes! Yes! The walls of the old house are undulating, and there are sometimes winding gaps. If there is a leak in the house, the rainwater cannot pour down straight, but will struggle to move forward between the gaps. The mountains and ridges on the wall are far more difficult than I said before! The leak marks on the house! If I am to be notorious for this, I will definitely suffer from the leak marks on the house!"

Wei Yu smiled as he spoke, with tears in his eyes, feeling the joy of enlightenment and feeling deep regret.

However, the sudden regret quickly disappeared and was replaced by a more determined gaze.

Wei Yu watched Fang Yun write and said slowly: "Although your handwriting is good, you may not be able to break my word 'Yong'!"

Fang Yun put away his pen, and the complete character "Yong" appeared in mid-air. Just like Wei Yu's, the character was first like a fly, then like an earthworm, with eight strokes: dot, horizontal, vertical, hook, lift, left, short left and nip. At once they separate, like earthworms meandering, and then merge into one.

Seeing Fang Yun's complete word "Yong", Wei Yu's body swayed, and then he saw Fang Yun's "Yong" like a big ship going down the river, riding the wind and waves, rushing past with a huge sound.

Wei Yu's word "Yong" came up to meet him, with a majestic momentum, like a surging river, but Wei Yu felt uneasy.

When the two characters "Yong" met, Fang Yun's "Yong" suddenly sounded like a wooden hammer beating his clothes, or like a paddle paddling in the water. There was a loud bang, breaking through Wei Yu's "Yong", and hundreds of teams fought. The momentum headed by Liu Wo crashed into Wei Yu.

An invisible force formed around Fang Yun's word "Yong". Wei Yu seemed to have been hit hard, and his body suddenly retreated, leaving the first page of white paper and standing 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, turning into black characters on the white paper.

Then the white paper shook slightly and turned into a three-foot-high stone tablet with the word "Yong" written on it. The stone tablet then moved to one side to make room for the two of them.

Wei Yu was speechless and stared blankly at the stone monument.

This is a monument of calligraphy. Generally speaking, only students who have reached the ninth level in Mojian Pavilion can have such a monument of calligraphy. This is a high praise for a person's calligraphy realm.

"As expected of Fang Zhenguo, worthy of Wudaohe! I am not as good as you in calligraphy, but I am confident that I can surpass you in calligraphy and literary meaning! I know that my talent is limited and I cannot write any famous sentences, so I borrowed words from great Confucian scholars. What Yuan Ang said about my ancestors of the Wei family, let’s talk about ink with you!”

Fang Yun said: "Although you didn't say which famous sentence it was, since you mentioned the great scholar Yuan Ang, I can probably guess that Wei Dan, the great calligrapher during the Three Kingdoms period, turned out to be your ancestor. Please!"

Wei Yu nodded slightly and wrote in mid-air with his pen.

"The dragon is powerful and the tiger is vibrating, and the sword is at war."

After Wei Yu finished writing, the eight characters suddenly twisted slightly, but quickly returned to their original state.

Fang Yun took a closer look and found that the word "dragon" was full of majesty, while the word "tiger" was full of domineering, the word "sword" was like an unsheathed weapon, and the word "crossbow" was like a military crossbow ready to go.

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

Fang Yun nodded and said: "Your understanding of these eight characters is indeed extraordinary. Your understanding of both the meaning of the characters and the meaning of the text has exceeded my imagination. Unfortunately, you have no dragon or tiger in your heart at the moment. Your sword is blunt and your crossbow is weak. Why? Maybe better than me!"

"Brother Fang, please give me some advice!" Wei Yu stood on the second piece of paper and handed it over.

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

"The word "knot" has been passed down from generation to generation, and it has been difficult to use the pen through the ages."

Wei Yu immediately thought deeply. This sentence means that the structure, pattern 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 fully understand this sentence, he saw that his eight-character "dragon is powerful and the tiger is vibrating, and the sword is at war" was like weeds withering and rivers drying up. The ink that composed the characters began to shrink, and finally turned into eight deformed characters and fell to the ground, twisted. It's so bad.

"You...this means that the meaning of this article is far beyond the talent of my ancestors. Even the great scholars praised the power of my ancestors to shame. How could you write such a profound sentence about calligraphy! How could you! Poof..." Wei Yu couldn't bear it any longer and spurted a mouthful of blood from his mouth.

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

The sentence written by Fang Yun is the original words of Zhao Mengfu, one of the Four Great Masters.

There were many talents in the Song Dynasty, including Mi Fu, Huang Tingjian, Su Shi and Cai Xiang, the four great calligraphers of the Song Dynasty. But in the end, it was Zhao Mengfu who was tied with the three top calligraphy writers of the Tang Dynasty.

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

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

Suddenly all the strokes of the twelve words were disassembled. Instead of turning into earthworms like the previous strokes, they turned into black snakes and rushed towards them crazily.

The words come out like snakes.

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

"ah……"

Wei Yu screamed and stepped back again and again. When he exited the second piece of paper, the ink snakes retreated. Finally, they pounced on the paper and restored it to the twelve characters of Fang Yun.

The word "knot" has been passed down from generation to generation, and it has been difficult to use the pen through the ages.

Wei Yu looked down at his body. There were many wounds where he was bitten by the snake, and blood was flowing from those wounds.

Wei Yu made a sound of pain, with deep helplessness in his eyes.

Although the textual snake in Mojian Pavilion is not in the realm of calligraphy, it represents Fang Yun's huge potential, and the traces of the bite of the textual snake in Mojian Pavilion will stay on the human body for at least a month!

Wei Yu raised his head.

The paper disappeared, and the second tablet appeared.

The helpless look in Wei Yu's eyes turned into despair. Unexpectedly, Fang Yun's writing style and word meaning not only far surpassed his own, but could also become a literary monument. This means that in Mo Jian Pavilion, Fang Yun must be very stable. If If Fang Yun can form a monument in the next competition, it will definitely be full of ten chips.

At the same time, a person walked into Mo Jian Pavilion.

"Are you two standing in the wrong position?" Qiao Juze held a big pen in his hand and walked forward while looking at the two monuments in surprise.

"Brother Qiao arrived in time. If it were a moment later, our competition would be over." Fang Yun said with a smile.

Qiao Juze said as he walked: "I didn't expect that your calligraphy, Fang Yun, could reach such a state! This word 'Yong' has wonderful meanings everywhere, and some of the methods of turning the front are unprecedented. If a master of the four realms of calligraphy were to write with your brushwork, The word 'Yong' will definitely become a new font! It's a pity that you just don't have enough skills, otherwise this font alone would be enough to make you a great calligrapher."

Wei Yu sighed and said nothing.

Qiao Juze then looked at Wei Yu and was even more surprised when he saw the bite marks all over his body. He immediately looked towards the second monument.

"I want to see what Fang Yun wrote, let the ink turn into snakes! Huh? This sentence... I couldn't understand it for a while. It seems to point directly to the holy way of calligraphy! Such words are not limited to the five realms of calligraphy. Can a master say it?”