sbdcsierra Chapter 116 Calligraphy Masterpiece "Changfeng Tie"
Chapter 116 Calligraphy Masterpiece "Changfeng Tie"
Chapter 116 Calligraphy Masterpiece "Changfeng Tie"
The brushstrokes carried a fierce power, striking at Ye Ru's courage and preventing him from continuing to write.
The ink rain formed from the characters surrounded Ye Ru, eroding his confidence in writing.
This is the fifth realm of calligraphy, where ink rain forms ripples, possessing immense offensive power. A great calligrapher can combine war poems and calligraphy to create a large number of war poems for use in large-scale battles.
The defining characteristic of these five realms of calligraphy is replication.
Ye Ru had just written three characters when he was stopped by an invisible force, making it impossible for him to continue writing.
The power of the mountain suppressed Ye Ru's courage, making him feel as if he were carrying a huge weight, causing his body to hunch over.
He could feel the changes within his body.
Taking a deep breath, Ye Ru unleashed the defensive power of his calligraphy realm. Countless inks formed a protective shield within his brush, firmly blocking the attack of the mountain-like brushstrokes.
With the temporary interruption of his calligraphy practice, Ye Ru was able to continue writing.
"Whenever I think of the long wind, I cannot bear to remain still..."
As the eighth character was written, an even more vast power than the previous mountain surged forth, causing Ye Ru's hand to tremble. The pen in his hand almost slipped down, but Ye Ru pressed the pen down firmly, and the final stroke froze on the paper.
If there is even the slightest mistake, all previous efforts will be in vain.
"This young scholar does have some merit. Zeng Sheng said, 'I examine myself three times a day: Have I been disloyal in serving others? Have I been untrustworthy in dealing with friends? Have I neglected to practice what I have been taught?' Even Zeng Sheng knew how to reflect on himself. If you did not grasp this in the Ink Book Pavilion this time, then you can only be considered a child."
"However, this kind of question has never appeared before. How could this young scholar possibly encounter such a difficult problem? If he were at the second level of calligraphy, he might be able to stop the great scholar Zhong Yao's lofty brushstrokes, but he is only at the first level of calligraphy, and is still far from it."
The old man stroked his beard, a look of doubt appearing on his face.
This question can also be called the "True Question of a Great Confucian Scholar." Generally, the great Confucian scholar would personally bring out his calligraphy and ask people to imitate it. It is extremely difficult, and even a successful candidate in the imperial examination would probably fail miserably.
"Keep writing..."
Ye Ru was equally surprised to find that the inscription on the first floor of the calligraphy hall was actually a genuine question from a great Confucian scholar.
"Being safe but not forgetting danger, existing but not perishing, being well-governed but not forgetting chaos. I have been too arrogant and impetuous these days. From now on, I will definitely examine myself three times a day and be cautious in my speech and actions."
Ye Ru thought to himself, and then he suddenly had a strange feeling, as if ten thousand horses were galloping in front of him. Although there were towering mountains in front of him, a surge of heroic spirit also welled up in his chest.
Even if there are thousands of people, they will still go!
"If we don't stop now, the book will surely collapse."
The old man sighed helplessly, but just as he was about to speak to stop him, a sound of wind and thunder arose around Ye Ru, as if thousands of troops were galloping up, carrying the howling of war, and resounded throughout the world.
"Is this the second realm of calligraphy, 'Iron Strokes and Silver Hooks'?"
The old man from the Mirage Spirit stared wide-eyed, his face filled with shock. He never expected that Ye Ru would actually comprehend the second realm of calligraphy, Iron Stroke and Silver Hook, by taking advantage of Zhong Yao's brushstrokes.
"Whenever I think of the long wind, I cannot bear to stay. Yesterday I learned of it..."
With each stroke Ye Ru made, the paper rustled with the sound of wind and thunder, and then the thunder, like small snakes, spread around the Xuan paper, completely isolating Zhong Yao's brushstrokes.
“Whenever I think of Changfeng, I cannot bear it. Yesterday I received his letter, which was both devastating and inspiring. This is deeply worrying.”
With the support of his second level of calligraphy, Ye Ru felt much less pressure and finished writing the "Changfeng Post" with the last stroke.
The handwriting is neat and upright, like the realm of high mountains, but without the meaning of high mountains.
This is a difference in artistic level, but Ye Ru knows that if he reaches the fifth level of calligraphy, he will also comprehend a certain brushwork.
The Xuan paper floated to the front of the old man, Shenling. The shock on Shenling's face had not yet subsided. It was only after Ye Ru called him again that he came back to his senses.
"At such a young age, he is already capable of self-reflection and has even grasped the second realm of calligraphy. His future achievements will surely be no less than those of the great Confucian scholar Zhong Yao."
The mirage spirit nodded, marveling.
"Diligence and hard work can bring prosperity to a nation, while indulgence and ease can lead to its downfall. I understand this now."
Ye Ru bowed and said respectfully.
"You can see the big picture from small details. Your choice of words and sentence structure are so extraordinary. Today, I will give you some pointers: When ancient people copied calligraphy, they did not just focus on the resemblance of the form. Instead, they wrote like two swans soaring into the sky, stretching for thousands of miles, each resting wherever it goes. This is why their calligraphy is so excellent."
Ye Ru felt his calligraphy skills advance to the second realm, then his body trembled, and he bowed and clasped his hands in a fist salute to the mirage spirit:
"Thank you for your guidance, teacher."
"Haha, I never thought that I, Shenling, would be regarded as a mentor. Well then, consider this calligraphy masterpiece by Zhong Yao, 'Changfeng Tie,' as a gift to you as a teacher and student."
"Thank you so much for this gift, teacher."
Ye Ru expressed his gratitude and was about to put it away when the calligraphy scroll suddenly emitted a golden light and finally disappeared into Ye Ru's book palace.
A new calligraphy model has appeared on the wall of the library, imbued with immense power.
"Whoa!"
At this moment, the members of the various holy families arrived at this floor. They were also surprised to see that Ye Ru did not head towards the third pavilion.
"Chief Ye, could it be that you met your end on the second floor?"
Su Liu was taken aback, then laughed mockingly.
"Yes, Brother Ke from the Yin-Yang School has reached the third level, while you've only reached the second. You're not quite up to the task of setting a good example for scholars."
Lu Feng clicked his tongue in admiration, his words full of sarcasm.
"Look at this calligraphy copybook, it carries the sound of wind and thunder, it's the 'Changfeng Tie' by the great Confucian scholar Zhong Yao. Could it be that even Ye Anshou can't do a good job of copying it?"
Han Lu also stood up and mocked, saying that he wanted to avenge his brother.
"In that case, Chief Ye, please step back and let us give it a try."
Su Liu glanced at Ye Ru, her expression full of schadenfreude.
"Brother Ye, tell me the truth, you didn't really not reach the third floor, did you?"
Kong Hexuan seemed to frown slightly, then said in a low voice, because they had been pondering the one-word poem on the first floor for quite some time, but Ye Ru had not yet reached the third floor, which made him somewhat worried.
"I'll take the first step."
Ye Ru shook his head, glanced at Su Liu and the others, then spoke softly to Kong Hexuan before disappearing in a flash of light.
Everyone here was shocked when Ye Ru disappeared.
"Hmph, clearly defeated but still won't admit it."
Lu Feng said sarcastically.
“Sir, this calligraphy faintly carries the sound of wind and thunder, towering like a mountain range, with powerful and vigorous characters. And this building is also called the Ink Book Building. This must be the exam question, right?”
Kong Hexuan asked.
"No, this was written by the same person before. It represents the second realm of calligraphy. Since you mentioned it as an exam question, then let's take this piece as the exam question."
As Shen Ling finished speaking, the expressions of all the members of the various saintly families and noble clans became extremely strange. A sense of horror mixed with disbelief quietly spread from everyone's heart like a tide...