At the moment when Fang Yun made the first stroke of the word "Yong", the tip of the brush made a slight sound, like the sound of a whip. [
Wei Yu's eyes narrowed. The most important point of the word "Yong" was to "write quickly", which meant "the side edge is steep". If one did not write quickly enough, the sharp edge of the "point" was not steep enough, and it did not deserve to be called a side edge.
Wei Yu clenched his right fist tightly. Fang Yun's writing had exceeded the level of "fast" and reached the level of "dangerous". Fast writing could be practiced, but "dangerous" was not something that could be practiced. One must have a deep understanding of calligraphy.
"The tip of the word" dangerous "… Wei Yu couldn't help whispering. This was the realm that many calligraphers dreamed of.
After Fang Yun made the stroke at an unimaginably fast and dangerous speed, a little ink mark appeared in the air out of thin air. Then, when he wrote the "point" of the word "Yong", it suddenly began to slow down.
Wei Yu suddenly had an illusion that the tip of the brush in Fang Yun's hand turned into a heavy mountain. The tip of the mountain was deeply inserted into the earth and opened up a river with the tip of the mountain.
Wherever the tip of the mountain passed, water gushed out and a river was formed.
The 'Yong' character was bent from one point to four times. It was just one point, and after four changes of direction, when Fang Yun finally stopped, Wei Yu's vision blurred. He saw the mountain peak that had opened up the river slowly stop, and finally pierced the clouds and stood tall above the earth.
There were two essentials in the Eight Strokes Calligraphy of Yong. One was to write quickly, and the other was to stop writing quickly. The point seemed to be the smallest and most insignificant, but it was the beginning of the word "Yong" and also the highest point of the word "Yong". The speed was only the beginning. If one wanted to achieve the whole word, he must stop writing at this point.
If he didn't stop writing at this point, it meant that he didn't accumulate enough power. The last few strokes would be like a basin of water being poured out, and the intent of the brush would be broken quickly.
But Fang Yun's point was like a towering mountain. It was full of the style of a master.
An indescribable fear rose in Wei Yu's heart. Fang Yun's penmanship might not be as good as that of a second or third realm calligrapher, but the danger of his strokes and the fullness of his finishing strokes were terrifying. If any experienced calligrapher were to see Fang Yun's current writing process, they would definitely exclaim that Fang Yun had the potential to reach the fourth realm.
"Who gave Fang Yun pointers on the way of calligraphy? When I saw him write, it was as if he was writing in the legends. His brush split the Spring and Autumn, and his will split the ancient times. Who was his teacher? He had never seen such a brush technique in his life! Could it be that a Level Four or Level Five Grandmaster had gained new insights? Did you purposely raise this pen for Fang Yun? "
Wei Yu quickly blinked. He saw that Fang Yun had already started writing horizontally. It was fine if he didn't look, but when he did, Wei Yu's heart clenched.
The word 'Yong' had to be firm and horizontal. Like a cavalry reining in a mad horse. He left the brush intent in this horizontal stroke. If he couldn't rein it in, the entire horizontal stroke would jump like a mad horse, losing the steadiness that a horizontal stroke should have.
Fang Yun's horizontal stroke not only borrowed the force of the previous stroke to spread out. Starting with the reverse stroke and moving with the central stroke, he deeply grasped the essence of the word 'steadiness'. This horizontal stroke was heavy and deep, as if it could crush a house.
Wei Yu couldn't help but mutter to himself, "This horizontal stroke is like opening a path in the mountains. It's rough and steady, vigorous and full of meaning. It's also like a round log crossing the road. One stroke is like the rising and falling of the clouds, birds flying through the dense forest. The strokes between the strokes are marvelous. How can you write like this at such a young age?"
"How is it like a house leaking marks?" Fang Yun slowly said the words of the sage of regular script, Yan Zhenqing, as he wrote.
Wei Yu was stunned, then he clapped his hands and laughed, "Yes! Yes! Yes! The walls of the old house were undulating, sometimes with winding cracks. If there were leaks in the house, the rain wouldn't be able to flow straight down. Instead, it would flow through the cracks with great difficulty, crossing the mountains and ridges on the walls. House leaking marks! House leaking marks! If I were to have an eternal notoriety, I would definitely have a house leaking mark! "
Wei Yu laughed as he spoke, tears faintly appearing in his eyes. There was the joy of enlightenment, but also a deep sense of regret.
However, the sudden sense of regret quickly disappeared and was replaced by a firmer gaze.
Wei Yu looked at Fang Yun's brush and said slowly, "Although your handwriting is good, it may not be able to break my 'Yong' character!"
Fang Yun put away his brush, and the complete "Yong" character appeared in mid-air. Just like Wei Yu's, the character first looked like a fly, and then like an earthworm. The eight strokes of the character, point, horizontal, vertical, hook, lift, flick, short flick, and press immediately separated like a wriggling earthworm, and then merged back into one.
Seeing Fang Yun's complete 'Yong' character, Wei Yu's figure swayed. Then, he saw Fang Yun's' Yong 'character like a big boat following the current, riding the wind and breaking the waves, rushing over with a loud sound.
Wei Yu's' Yong 'character went up with a grand momentum, like a torrential river, but Wei Yu felt uneasy.
When the two 'yong' characters met, Fang Yun's' yong 'character was like a wooden hammer pounding on clothes, or like an oar paddling on water.' Boom! 'it broke through Wei Yu's' yong 'character, and with the momentum of' a hundred barges vying for the current ', it crashed into Wei Yu.
An invisible force formed around Fang Yun's' Yong 'character. Wei Yu seemed to have suffered a heavy blow, his body suddenly retreated, leaving the first white page and standing on the second white page.
Then, the first white page rose, and Fang Yun's' Yong 'character accurately fell on it, turning into black and white words.
Then, the white page trembled slightly and turned into a three zhang tall stone tablet. On it was written Fang Yun's' Yong 'character. Then, the stone tablet moved to the side, making space for the two of them.
Wei Yu was speechless, and stared at the stone tablet in a daze.
This was a calligraphy monument. Generally speaking, only students who had reached the ninth level in Black Ink Pavilion could have this kind of calligraphy monument. This was a high praise for a person's calligraphy realm.
"As expected of Fang Zhenguo, as expected of the River of Enlightenment! I'm not as good as you in calligraphy, but I'm confident that I can surpass you in calligraphy! I know that my talent is limited, and I can't write any world-shaking famous sentences. So, I'll borrow the words of the great scholar Yuan Ang's evaluation of my Wei family's ancestor. I'll discuss ink with you! "
Fang Yundao said, "Although you didn't say which famous sentence it was, since you mentioned the great scholar Yuan Ang, I can roughly guess. I didn't expect that the great calligrapher Wei Dan of the Three Kingdoms period was your ancestor. Please! "
Wei Yu nodded slightly, and wrote in the air with his brush.
"The dragon's might and the tiger's roar, swords drawn and bows bent."
When Wei Yu finished writing, the eight characters suddenly twisted slightly, but quickly returned to their original state.
Fang Yun looked carefully. The 'dragon' character was full of majesty, the 'tiger' character was full of dominance, and the 'sword' character was like an unsheathed weapon. The 'crossbow' character was like a military crossbow ready to fire.
Dragon, tiger, sword, and crossbow were clearly only four characters, but under Wei Yu's brush, they seemed to be able to materialize at any time.
Fang Yun nodded. "Your understanding of these eight characters is indeed extraordinary. Whether it's the meaning of the characters or the meaning of the text, it's beyond my imagination. Unfortunately, you don't have the dragon or tiger in your heart right now. Your sword is blunt, and your crossbow is weak. How can you beat me!"
"Brother Fang, please advise me!" Wei Yu stood on the second piece of paper and cupped his hands.
Fang Yun raised his brush and wrote in the air.
"Characters are passed down by time, and the brush is not easy to use throughout the ages."
Wei Yu immediately pondered. This sentence meant that the structure, pattern, and style of writing changed with the changes of the times. But the writing style of the brush would not change.
Wei Yu didn't have time to digest this sentence. He saw the eight characters of "The dragon's might and the tiger's roar, swords drawn and bows bent" wilt like weeds and rivers drying up. The ink that formed the characters actually began to shrink, and finally turned into eight deformed characters that fell to the ground. They were distorted beyond recognition.
"You … This means that the meaning of this text is far beyond my ancestor's talent. Even the great scholar's praise for my ancestor's strength made him feel inferior. How could you write such a sentence that is so offensive to the way of calligraphy?! How can this be! Pu … "Wei Yu couldn't hold back anymore and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Fang Yun was silent. In the history of ancient Huaxia, there were four masters of regular script. They were Ouyang Xun, Yan Zhenqing, Liu Gongquan, and Zhao Mengfu. Each of them created a type of regular script.
The sentence that Fang Yun wrote was the original words of one of the four masters, Zhao Mengfu.
There were many talented people in the Song Dynasty. There were Mi Fu, Huang Tingjian, Su Shi, and Cai Xiang. But in the end, it was Zhao Mengfu who was ranked with the top three calligraphers of the Tang Dynasty.
Not only did Fang Yun write the original words of Zhao Mengfu, but he also wrote in the Zhao style that Zhao Mengfu created. Whether it was the meaning of the words or the meaning of the words, let alone Wei Yu, even Wei Yu's ancestor who entered the fourth level of calligraphy was far inferior.
Just as Wei Yu was about to ask, his eyes suddenly lit up. He stared at the words that Fang Yun wrote.
The strokes of the twelve words suddenly split apart. They didn't turn into earthworms like before. Instead, they turned into black snakes that pounced over.
The words came out like snakes.
Before Wei Yu could react, dozens of black snakes pounced over and bit Wei Yu's body.
"Ah …"
Wei Yu screamed as he retreated. When the second piece of paper was removed, the black snakes retreated. Finally, they pounced on the paper and returned to Fang Yun's twelve words.
Writing characters was passed down through time. It wasn't easy to use a brush.
Wei Yu lowered his head and looked at his body. There were many wounds where he was bitten by the snakes. Those wounds were bleeding.
Wei Yu groaned in pain. His eyes were filled with helplessness.
Although the words in the Ink Sword Pavilion didn't turn into snakes in calligraphy, it meant that Fang Yun had great potential. Moreover, the bites of the words in the Ink Sword Pavilion would stay on a person's body for at least a month!
Wei Yu raised his head.
The paper disappeared and the second word monument appeared.
The helplessness in Wei Yu's eyes turned into despair. He never expected Fang Yun's brush intent and word intent to surpass his own. He could even form a word monument. This meant that in the Ink Sword Pavilion, Fang Yun would definitely win. If Fang Yun could form another word monument in the next competition, he would definitely win ten out of ten.
At the same time, a person walked into the Ink Sword Pavilion.
"Aren't the two of you standing in the wrong place?" Qiao Juze walked forward with a brush in hand as he looked at the two words monuments in astonishment.
"Brother Qiao came in time. If you were a moment later, our competition would have ended." Fang Yun said with a smile.
As Qiao Juze walked, he said, "I never expected Fang Yun's calligraphy to be at such a realm! This' Yong 'character has wonderful meanings everywhere. Some of the turning techniques are unprecedented. If a master of the fourth realm in calligraphy were to write the' Yong 'character with your brush technique, it would definitely become a new font! It's a pity that your skills are lacking. Otherwise, just this font is enough to make you a calligraphy master of a generation. "
Wei Yu sighed and didn't say a word.
Only then did Qiao Juze look at Wei Yu. When he saw the bite marks on Wei Yu's body, he was even more astonished. He immediately looked at the second monument.
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