Peerless prodigal system

Wang Zihua didn't take it seriously, and took the picture handed over by Song Qingyun.

"How good can the calligraphy of wild calligraphers be? I'm afraid it will hurt my eyes."

Wang Zihua has become so arrogant.

At this time, Wu Liang smiled lightly and said, "Don't worry, Wang Zihua, if you are blind, I'll find someone to install a dog eye for you, and you can still have night vision at night. It's absolutely cool."

Wang Zihua's face immediately flushed extremely red.

He lowered his head, stared at the words, just about to point out Jiangshan, and cursed.

However, as soon as the words of criticism came to his lips, he swallowed them abruptly!

Because, when he saw the words written by Wu Liang, he was really amazed!

"This……"

"You wrote this?"

Wang Zihua's face was serious, his expression was flustered, and he stammered.

Standing beside him, careful people can notice that his hands are trembling slightly.

Wu Liang leaned lazily on the chair, holding a glass of red wine, sipping the 1995 Betus, not bothering to look straight at Wang Zihua.

At this time, Song Qingyun spoke up and said to Wang Zihua: "I am not surprised by your current expression at all. I would have expected that you would be amazed by Mr. Wu's words."

Song Qingyun has studied running script for many years, and he can tell whose handwriting is better. He and Wang Zihua are in the calligraphy association together, and they usually see Wang Zihua's running script a lot.

Wang Zihua was speechless.

Originally he was arrogant and arrogant, but now he couldn't find any reason to refute.

He is a master of running script, of course it can be seen at a glance who has more charm of calligrapher Wang Xizhi compared with Wu Liang's calligraphy.

If his calligraphy has [-]% of the charm of calligrapher Wang Xizhi, then Wu Liang has [-]% of it!

Although Jiucheng and Jiucheng are both in Jiucheng, they cannot be compared.

Regardless of any industry, the more you reach the highest level, every step forward will be difficult.

Wu Liang's short six words "I'm really not a master" are enough to frighten Wang Zihua.

Wang Zihua admitted in his heart that even if he wrote the "Lanting Collection Preface" completely, it was not as good as Wu Liang's six words, which were easy to understand.

At this time, Wang Zihua finally realized.

The highest state of calligraphy attainment is not reflected by more characters, but the higher attainments can be reflected by writing fewer characters.

Originally, Wang Zihua thought that the more characters there are, the more difficult it is, because it is easier to expose shortcomings.

But now he believes that this view is only suitable for calligraphers at the middle and upper levels.

It is not suitable for those who have reached a great level in the field of calligraphy.

When the calligraphy attainments have reached the state of perfection, the fewer the characters, the more the skill will be tested.

A simple "one" character can best test the skill of a calligrapher.

In the same way, Wu Liang's simple six characters are written like floating clouds and shocking dragons, which demonstrates his profound running script skills.

After hesitating for a while, and after some ideological struggle, Wang Zihua actually admitted himself: "I lost."

Many calligraphers present were shocked when they heard this sentence.

In fact, these calligraphers had already expected that Wang Zihua would lose, but they did not expect that such an arrogant person as Wang Zihua would admit defeat in front of many colleagues at this moment.

This is really the first time ever!
There are times when Wang Zihua, who is proud of his talent and arrogant and arrogant, is so subdued?
Song Qingyun expressed his surprise.

Because he has always had some troubles with Pei Nanming and Wang Zihua, the master and apprentice, and had a lot of open and secret fights during the period, he knew that Wang Zihua was arrogant and arrogant, and looked down on any colleagues except his master.

"Wang Zihua, this doesn't look like your usual style. You actually admitted that you lost. Where did you go when you were so reckless?" Song Qingyun asked suspiciously.

"I've already surrendered, what do you still think of me? Are you mocking me?" A cold light flashed in Wang Zihua's eyes.

"Using the heart of a villain to measure a gentleman's belly, I'm just curious, why are you so sensitive?" Song Qingyun asked back.

"Let me tell you, don't talk useless things to me. You are not qualified to mock me. My attainments in calligraphy are comparable to yours. I only allow one person to mock me today, and that is him!"

Afterwards, Wang Zihua frowned, cheekily, but pointed at Wu Liang with a serious expression.

The reason why Wang Zihua changed his previous character and style was completely shocked by Wu Liang's words!
Let him suddenly realize that there are mountains beyond mountains and people beyond people, and let him understand the true meaning of calligraphy.

When everyone saw this scene, they felt quite emotional in their hearts.

In the past, Wang Zihua, who was domineering and proud of his talent, was finally smoothed out by a young man. This should be regarded as a miracle in the history of the Calligraphy Association!
In the world of calligraphy, you can win without fighting, and Wu Liang is No. 1!
At this time, Wang Zihua stared at Wu Liang with a serious expression and said, "I, Wang Zihua, am willing to be ridiculed by you!"

However, Wu Liang smiled indifferently: "Why should I ridicule you? What do you have that deserves my ridicule? I told you before that I don't care about being a master of calligraphy, and I don't bother to compete with you. To put it bluntly, You are not qualified to let me mock you, my mentality has not been affected by you."

In fact, what Wu Liang meant was that you are such a rotten fish and rotten shrimp that you are worthy of my prodigal son's ridicule of you!
Even if my prodigal son ridicules, he must find someone who is of the same level as me. You Wang Zihua are nothing!
After hearing Wu Liang's response, Wang Zihua sighed and said, "Originally I was invincible and thought that I would be the mainstay of the calligraphy world in the future. Today, in your eyes, I don't even have the right to be ridiculed. Suddenly I feel that I am really fail!"

A feeling called being ignored, which is worse than being ridiculed.

"Okay, I, Wang Zihua, I have offended you for disturbing you today. From now on, I will regard you as my goal and a role model. I will also guard against arrogance and impetuosity, return to my heart, and catch up with you in the future." footsteps!"

Wang Zihuaneng's words showed that he was really shocked by Wu Liang's words, and now he is deeply impressed by Wu Liang.

Wu Liang just smiled lightly. He felt that it was better not to say some things, so as not to dampen the enthusiasm of the other party.

An uncle in his 40s wants to follow in the footsteps of a 21-year-old young man, but time does not seem to be enough. Compared with young people who are over half a century old, there is no advantage.

Besides, the calligraphy sage Wang Xizhi's lifelong inheritance of calligraphy is something that you, an ordinary person, can catch up with?

Wu Liang didn't answer anymore, he really didn't want to get involved in these shit.

As for Wang Zihua, he was already in awe of Wu Liang in his heart.

This is also the first person he has been convinced of in his career in calligraphy creation.

Afterwards, Wang Zihua left with his people.

Today, Wang Zihua finally realized that there is a sky beyond the sky, and there are people beyond people, so one should not be too arrogant.

When Wang Zihua returned to the Book Association, his master Pei Nanming was sitting quietly at his desk drinking tea.

Seeing Pei Nanming like this, he should be in a good mood.

"Zihua, you're back, how are you? Have you let that wild calligrapher lose face?"

Immediately, Pei Nanming pulled Wang Zihua over to sit down and ask.

"Zihua, tell me quickly, are Song Qingyun and Zhao Zhengshu's faces flushed? Did their faces hurt from the beating?"

Pei Nanming was very much looking forward to his apprentice being able to tell him that Song Qingyun and others were slapped in the face.

However, Wang Zihua had something on his mind and didn't know how to answer Master.

His concept has changed, and he no longer has the idea of ​​slapping others in the face.

It can be said that Wu Liang's aggressive spirit has been completely curtailed by him.

What he wants to pursue now is only calligraphy and art.

"Master, I lost." Wang Zihua finally said.

Pei Nanming frowned, with a serious expression on his face, "Losing? How is this possible! Your level is already very high, are you not as good as that wild calligrapher?"

Pei Nanming shook his head in disbelief, took a sip of tea, and said, "Zihua, stop joking, I don't know you yet."

But Wang Zihua said to Pei Nanming seriously: "Master, I really lost."

Pei Nanming believed it only when he saw his lover's serious face.

"Didn't you write the "Preface to Lanting Collection"? Didn't you follow my suggestion? You shouldn't lose!"

Seeing that, Wang Zihua sighed and shook his head, "I didn't write anything. After reading the other party's words, I immediately admit defeat!"