The Goddess Signed In For a Year, and I Turned Over

Chapter 136

Among today's calligraphers in China, most of them imitate the charm of the ancients. No one can write calligraphy and painting of their own style.

Only the author of this calligraphy has written his own style.

Bai Qiyun slowly took out the wooden box and whispered, "rob, you can't rob me. I'm afraid if you break the calligraphy in the process of fighting, it's not worth the loss!"

As soon as these words came out, Qian Chun's face suddenly stepped down and said angrily: "boy, don't worry, although I don't have your money, I have a bottom line than you! Hurry! "

Bai Qiyun's words are not aggressive, but they are very insulting!

"Well, well, don't rush. You can have a good look and don't break it!" Bai Qiyun took the calligraphy out of the wooden box.

Open slowly.

In an instant, in Qian Chun's eyes, there were three big words "follow the army".

Just looking at these three words, Qian Chun's mouth couldn't close, his eyes widened, and his heart was shocked.

Hurriedly took out his reading glasses and looked closely at them.

"This..."

"Floating like clouds, hard and soft, good words!" Qian Chun couldn't help praising:

"Looking at the ink mark, it should have been written for a few days, and the word has a lasting appeal, but I can't see which ancient style this is!"

"Boy, where on earth did you come from?"

Qian Chun asked with some excitement.

This has to excite him!

In Chinese calligraphy circles, it is unknown how many years no one has been able to write such a lasting calligraphy book.

Although there are many calligraphers today, their characters are not a star and a half worse than those of the ancients.

If we can copy the charm of the ancients, it can be regarded as the existence of the leading profession in today's calligraphy circle.

As for the charm of writing your own style?

This is really not.

After all, contemporary calligraphers do not think that in ancient times, there was only one way to go. Today's calligraphers have many ways to choose.

So we can't get that kind of high level of practicing calligraphy to the extreme or painting to the extreme.

After a long time, the works of the whole calligraphy industry are gradually retreating.

But the calligraphy in front of Qian Chun's eyes is still brand-new, and the workmanship of the rice paper is obviously produced in modern times, indicating that it was not written by an ancient man.

However, its charm is unique, natural and elegant. In Qian Chun's cognition, no ancients have this style.

That can only show that the person who wrote this calligraphy book must be a modern man. What's more terrible is that he did not copy the ancients, but really created his own style and showed his own charm in the calligraphy book.

"Old Qian, how about this word first!"

Seeing Qian Chun's expression, Bai Qiyun was very satisfied and deliberately sold off.

I secretly despised myself.

Qian Lao's attitude is not good. When I first saw this painting, I didn't lose his attitude like him!

But Bai Qiyun doesn't know. The more people study calligraphy, the more shocked they will be when they see this calligraphy.

Qian Chun's face turned red because of the shock in his heart and said, "this, this word is very good, very good!"

He didn't know what word to use to evaluate the calligraphy.

However, the more exciting thing for him is still to come.

When he continued to look down from the army, he almost "passed" excitedly.

Seeing this, Bai Qiyun hurriedly walked behind him, stroked Qian Chun's back with his palm, and comforted: "don't get excited, don't get excited, calm down, take a deep breath!"

Qian Chun is almost eighty now. If he gets excited about the past because of this calligraphy, he will be in great trouble.

I just wanted to show off and casually take away the gold Sinan. I didn't want to give away the money.

After taking a few deep breaths, Qian Chun finally calmed down. He took a box of antihypertensive drugs from his pocket and gulped them down.

"Tell me, who wrote this note and where did you get it!"

Qian Chun, who finished taking antihypertensive drugs, continued to ask.

"This was given to me by my daughter and boyfriend. It seems that he is a good brother. He said that Qian Lao also knows Qi Zhongxun's grandson-in-law. He said he wrote it!" Bai Qiyun said truthfully.

However, in his heart, he still doesn't believe that this word was written by Lu yunqi.

"Qi Zhongxun's grandson-in-law?" Qian chunlue thought.

He knew Qi Zhongxun, but he didn't pay attention to his grandson-in-law. Besides, the old guy has so many granddaughters. Which grandson-in-law wrote it?

"Well, it was written by Lu yunqi, the current president of HaoChen group and the husband of Qi Xuanxuan!" Bai Qiyun couldn't help reminding.

"Lu yunqi?" Qian Chun frowned slightly and raised his eyes, looking for the memory of this person in his mind.

A moment later, he suddenly said:

"The one who wrote the martial arts novel Tianlong Babu at the beginning, and then made his own TV dramas, movies and songs?"

After the novel Tianlong Babu became popular, Qian Chun heard the following people talk about the book and went to have a look.

At first, I just wanted to see the author's writing. As a result, I didn't expect to be fascinated.

"Yes, he is a very talented young man!" Bai Qiyun replied with a wry smile on his face.

Good son-in-law, someone else's family!

However, when he thought that his white tea boyfriend had chosen to give him this song, he still showed a proud smile on his face:

"Old Qian, this poem was specially selected by my son-in-law for our Bai family. Can you taste it?"

How can Qian Chun not see that Bai Qiyun has got a masterpiece that has won his heart and is showing off!

But he did not make complaints about it, but read it in a low voice.

"Qinghai has long clouds and dark snow mountains, and the lonely city looks at Yumen pass in the distance;"

"The yellow sand wears a golden armour in a hundred battles. If it doesn't break the Loulan, it won't be returned."

"Good, good, good poem. It's really a good poem to be able to write such a momentum!"

After reading it in a low voice, Qian Chun praised it from the bottom of his heart.

The first two sentences, with vigorous writing, are enough to show a broad border scene, making people feel that they are in a battlefield.

The latter two sentences are a good description of the lofty aspirations of Bian Rong's officers and men, not afraid of sacrifice, and that kind of death ambition.

Just 28 words, but told the world too many things.

This man must be ambitious.

If you don't break the Loulan, you won't return it ~ ~!

"Ha ha, ha ha, absolutely, absolutely!"

Qian Chun looked at the calligraphy and painting in front of him and laughed loudly, praising it all the time.

Seeing the white clouds, I was also very proud.

When I first saw this calligraphy today, why didn't Bai Qiyun want to look up and laugh?

But it was not allowed in the scene at that time. Generally, the human body can't hold back.

"Well, Qian Lao, this calligraphy can match your material!" At this time, Bai Qiyun asked appropriately.