Peerless prodigal system

Don't be cowardly, just pick up a pen and do it.

Don't talk to me about rules.

Don't tell me about the structure.

Don't tell me anything brewing.

I have always written in one go!
Where does Wu Liang need to brew, the book sage has passed on his life's inheritance in his heart, and he can write with a pen after drinking a sip of red wine.

This scene stunned the calligraphers next to him.

"Could it be that this is the highest state of calligraphy, the stream-of-consciousness writing method?"

"No need to brew, just write with a pen, you are really the strongest among masters!"

Soon, Wu Liang finished writing a line.

This picture is not a poem, nor is it a warning to the world.

But a very simple sentence: I am really not a master!
This is what Wu Liang wrote in one go.

There was never any pause or hesitation in the middle, the brush in the hand is like a dragon swimming in the clouds!

Wu Liang calmly closed his pen, but the ink on the first character was still wet.

Enough to see his speed is amazing!

Although his speed is fast, there is no continuous stroke between words.

This is running script, not cursive script, but this is the first time I have seen running script that is faster than cursive script!

Leaving aside the unrestrained and unrestrained speed, just say this word, it is definitely a rare and high-quality product!
All the calligraphers around were amazed and shocked!

"Push through the clouds and mist to see the sun, and keep the clouds open to see the moon! The whole day of waiting has finally paid off. This is not only the seven-point charm of the calligrapher, but also the nine-point charm!"

"Looking at your handwriting is better than writing a book for ten years. In one sentence, good handwriting!"

"At such a young age, I have such a profound skill. My old man, I feel ashamed!"

Even Zhao Zhengshu and Song Qingyun were trembling.

Zhao Zhengshu's lips trembled slightly, holding the wine glass in his hand, and the wine in the glass was shaking violently.

"The breeze blows out of the sleeves, and the bright moon enters the arms!"

Immediately afterwards, Song Qingyun answered in a tacit understanding, "The dragon jumps over the gate of heaven, the tiger crouches under the phoenix!"

This is a compliment to the calligraphy sage Wang Xizhi's running script, and now Song Qingyun and Zhao Zhengshu directly use it on Wu Liang.

Seeing such praise from all the calligraphers, Wu Liang was really speechless.

Unexpectedly, things would develop in the opposite direction as he had hoped.

"Everyone, I just wrote a few words casually, you guys can't do it, it's too much praise!"

Wu Liang was also drunk, and he could be regarded as a treasure by many calligraphers with just a few strokes. Even if he has no money in the future, he can still eat well just by selling calligraphy.

Song Qingyun shook his head and said, "No, it's not just a few words, what you write is the charm of the calligrapher Wang Xizhi!"

Zhao Zhengshu also said: "That's right, Master is right, Master Wu, a few simple words reveal your profound skills. This is definitely the best running script I have ever seen. It has high skills and full of charm. Comparing with Feng Chengsu, comparing you with Feng Cheng, I can't see any difference."

The "Preface to the Collection of Lanting Collection" copied by Feng Chengsu is the version closest to Wang Xizhi's "Preface to the Collection of Lanting Collection", and it is also one of the few ancient calligraphers whose handwriting is closest to Wang Xizhi's.

Zhao Zhengshu's comparison of Wu Liang and Feng Chengsu is enough to show that he believes that Wu Liang's running script has reached a level that is comparable to that of famous ancient calligraphers.

Wu Liang spread his hands helplessly, and said, "You guys are really too sensitive, this is just a random scribble, there is really no need to take it seriously."

Song Qingyun shook his head again, and said in admiration: "The master has been in the realm of heaven and man, handed down from generation to generation, and he can write it at his fingertips. Naturally, he thinks that the words he writes are very ordinary, but my apprentice has not yet touched the threshold of that realm. Naturally, you will think that your handwriting is astonishing."

In fact, Song Qingyun wanted to say that he, like Tuer, could not touch the realm of heaven and man, but he was the vice president of the Calligraphy Association after all, so it was difficult for him to admit it with pride.

But Song Qingyun has already called Wu Liang Master Wu, which indirectly proves that he admits that Wu Liang's level is far above his.

Intentionally planting flowers but not blooming, unintentionally planting willows and willows make a shade.

Wu Liang originally wanted to scribble a few words, deal with these calligraphers, and prove that he is not a master of calligraphy in their eyes.

But he never expected that the few words he scribbled at random after he got the inheritance of the book sage would also become a world-shocking work!

"Whether you believe it or not, I'll repeat it again. I'm really not a master of calligraphy, and I'm not as messed up as you say. My name is Wu Liang, and I speak for the prodigal son!"

As soon as these words came out, all the calligraphers present were surprised again.

"Prodigal son? So he is the ruthless guy who bought Baiquan Villa?"

"There are talents from generation to generation. Today, I finally saw what a real talent is. He can not only do business and invest, but also write about the country. I admire him!"

"I admit that your level of calligraphy is already very high, but your excessive modesty is just pretending to be aggressive. My old man thinks that young people can pretend to be aggressive in moderation, but it's not good to be too aggressive. We old calligraphers have something to say. Weight, definitely not flattering you, your calligraphy is very good, you have to admit it!"

Facing the praises of calligraphers, Wu Liang felt helpless.

Originally, he just wanted to prove that he is not a master of calligraphy, but now he makes others believe that he is the real master of calligraphy.

The scene became a bit noisy.

Calligraphers from the Calligraphy Association are all discussing this matter.

Wu Liang's multiple identities have also attracted great attention from the Calligraphy Association.

Song Qingyun carefully held that word in the palm of his hand.

He really suspected that this handwriting was written by the calligrapher Wang Xizhi!
It's almost as if it was carved out of the same mold, the similarity even reached 99%, as if it was made by Wang Xizhi.

Like Song Qingyun, Zhao Zhengshu couldn't put it down.

If there were some doubts about the sticky notes written by Wu Liang with a gel pen, but the words in front of him were written with a brush and witnessed by his own eyes, there is absolutely no doubt about it.

Song Qingyun suddenly had an idea to invite Wu Liang to join Huadu Calligraphy Association.

He tentatively asked: "Mr. Wu, do you have an idea to live with another identity?"

Wu Liang asked with some doubts: "What's the matter, President Song? If you have anything to say, just say it."

"Mr. Wu, would you like to join our Huadu Calligraphy Association?" Song Qingyun asked.

After hearing this, Wu Liang frowned.

Some time ago, he just became the president of the Huadu Youth Association of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and now someone invites him to join the Calligraphy Association.

If it were someone else, he would definitely agree without saying a word.

However, Wu Liang really has no ambition in this regard.

He believes that doing a good job in prodigal career is the greatest career he has undertaken in his life.

As for the others, they can only be reluctantly contacted under the premise of not interfering with his normal life and work.

In other words, you can let me join the Calligraphy Association, but only if it doesn't take up my time and energy.

Seeing Wu Liang's frowning look, Song Qingyun asked again: "Mr. Wu, do you want to join the Book Association? With your ability, your future is limitless. I will definitely guarantee you to become the vice president of the Book Association."

There is only one president of the Book Association, but multiple vice presidents can be set up to be in charge of different departments, which can be formulated by the association itself.

Song Qingyun felt that these were not enough to shake Wu Liang, and continued to add, "Mr. Wu, as long as you join the Book Association, I can use my connections to fully promote your works, including other provinces and cities. I am confident that I can do it. Help you become a well-known contemporary calligrapher in the whole country."

However, when Song Qingyun said this sentence, he regretted it again.

Since it took so much effort to invite Wu Liang to come out of the mountain, it proved that Wu Liang did not value fame. Wu Liang's realm was already extraordinary, and ordinary things such as fame could not lure him at all.

Besides, Wu Liang didn't seem to be short of money. He could even afford the 1995 Pétus red wine, and he could even rent an entire floor of the Fuli International Hotel, which proved that he was not short of money.

Since neither fame nor money can impress Wu Liang, what should be done to retain this genius?
At this moment, Pei Nanming also learned that Song Qingyun and others had gone to visit the "Master of Folk Calligraphy".

Therefore, Pei Nanming couldn't wait to send his apprentice Wang Zihua out to challenge.