89 89. He really wanted to hug Qian Jun and kiss
"Haha, Jun aren't you too arrogant to say that." Mu Zhong chuckled.
Obviously, he didn't believe it and was even a little disdainful.
Calligraphy was easy to learn but hard to master. Especially in modern society, people were used to writing with a ballpoint pen. How could they be used to writing with a brush?
Not only Mu Zhong, but even Qin Yunhan, Mu Zhaozhao and the other guests looked at Qian Jun with suspicion.
The only person who trusted Qian Jun was Qian Xiang.
He don't need any reason to trust him. He just thought that his son was awesome just with his confidence alone.
"Do you have the four treasures of calligraphy ?" Qian Jun saw Mu Zhong's expression and which didn't refute. He just asked.
"I have these things with me everywhere I go."
Mu Zhong immediately asked someone to bring a brush, ink, paper and inkstone.
He cleaned up a table in the banquet hall and covered it with paper.
The guests gathered around and focused their attention on Qian Jun.
The brush and paper were ready, but the ink was not ground yet.
Qian Jun walked to Mu Zhaozhao and smiled brightly.
"Can you help me grind the ink with your slender hands?"
Grinding ink was also a skill.
Mu Zhong must be good at it, but it was a little beneath him to do it.
Mu Zhaozhao had been studying calligraphy since she was a child, so she must be very experienced. She was the most suitable.
"Of … of course." Mu Zhaozhao who was now very friendly to Qian Jun, so she agreed to this request.
Not long after, the ink was ground.
Qian Jun dipped the brush in the ink and started to write on the paper.
The brush moved like snake slithing on the paper, and one by one, the words appeared on the paper.
Looking at it carefully, one could see the words:
In the ninth year of Yonghe. At the beginning of spring, we meet at the Orchid Pavilion of mountain Tai to mend the calligraphy.
All the sages had gathered, the young and old had gathered.
.....
Not long after, a 324-word essay was completed.
Qian Jun did not stop there. Instead, he switched to a new piece of paper and started writing.
The previous article was written in semi-cursive script, but the calligraphy style of the new article was written in cursive script.
A few minutes later, another article was finished. He replaced it with a new piece of paper. This time, it was another style of calligraphy.
The attention of the surrounding people was all attracted by the calligraphy, and time passed quietly.
About half an hour later, Qian Jun wrote the last word of the last article.
The ink dried and the brush stopped. Looking at the ground again, there were already more than ten pieces of paper spread out.
Every piece of paper had exquisite calligraphy, each with a different style.
Qian Jun had the Grandmaster Level Copying Skill, so copying these famous calligraphies was a piece of cake.
Mu Zhong's eyes swept across the calligraphy on the ground. He was shocked beyond words and exclaimed,
"Wang Xizhi's Preface to the Orchid Pavilion, Ouyang Xun's Thirty-six Laws, Yan Zhenqing's Magu Immortal Altar, Huai Su's Autobiography, Liu Gongquan's Madam Su's Epitaph, Su Shi's Dark Clouds in the Sky …"
Mu Zhong couldn't be more familiar with these calligraphy articles. They were all masterpieces by famous masters.
When he first learned calligraphy, he also started by imitating the calligraphy masters of ancient times. In the end, he learned from them and created his own unique style.
And the calligraphy articles written by Qian Jun were very similar to the original author's.
If Qian Jun's calligraphy was compared to the original author's, Mu Zhong might not be able to tell them apart just by comparing the handwriting.
How could a person imitate the calligraphy of a famous master to such an extent?
This was simply too inconceivable!
Other than Mu Zhong, the other guests around were also shocked. Some of them knew calligraphy, so they could naturally see the knack of Qian Jun's calligraphy.
Everyone was not stingy with their praise and praised Qian Jun as much as they can.
Qian Xiang felt very proud and couldn't help but shout,
"That's my son, my son!"
Qian Jun didn't care about the cheers around him. He only said to Mu Zhong,
"The number one semi-cursive calligraphy master, Wang Xizhi, the master of cursive calligraphy, Master Huai Su, the four regular calligraphy masters, Ouyang Xun, Yan Zhenqing, Liu Gongquan, Zhao Mengfu,
The four Song families, Su Shi, Huang Tingjian, Mi Fu, and Cai Xiang, I copied each of these famous calligraphies. In Grandpa Mu's opinion, is my standard okay? "
[A|N : I thought we seldom see MC face slapping others as only protagonists do it other novels, so I thought it would be good idea for Jun to do it.]
"Jun, I didn't expect you to be so accomplished in calligraphy. This old man was blind. I underestimated you," Mu Zhong said in amazement.
In fact, Qian Jun had only seen the works of these famous calligraphies. He had never copied them.
Speaking of which, it was his first time copying, so there were still some minor flaws.
If he had practiced, he would definitely be able to pass off as the real thing and can sold them as real in markets.
However, even if there were flaws, it didn't affect Mu Zhong's astonishment.
"It's mainly because the Zhaozhao grinds the ink. This allowed me to perform better than usual. I might not be so good at calligraphy normally," Qian Jun didn't forget to throw a seductive look at Mu Zhaozhao as he spoke.
Everyone heard this and instinctively looked at Mu Zhaozhao.
Mu Zhaozhao felt a little embarrassed being stared at by so many people. A hint of red appeared on her face.
[Ding! The female lead, Mu Zhaozhao's favorability towards the host has increased by 10. Current favorability is 30 (Very Friendly)]
[Ding! The host has influenced the plot. Received 200 villain points!]
"Even if it's a level lower, it's still very impressive. I don't think I can copy better than you," Mu Zhong praised and looked at the calligraphy works again.
Among them, one of the works made him feel a little startled.
"Jun, that last work, I wonder which famous calligrapher you copied?" Mu Zhong couldn't help but ask.
"Grandpa Mu, can't you tell that I'm copying you?" Qian Jun smiled.
Mu Zhong was very familiar with his calligraphy style. In fact, he had already noticed it, but he wanted to hear it from Qian Jun himself.
"Jun, you're thinking too highly of me by putting my work together with the works of these famous calligraphers," Mu Zhong said in shame.
"That's not right. Grandpa Mu, you're a great calligrapher with countless excellent works. Many years later, your name will be passed down through the ages and you'll be on the same level as the Song Four Families," Qian Jun said seriously.
When Mu Zhong heard this, he felt every cell in his body relax like a wave ecstasy pass through his each cell.
As a famous calligrapher, he hoped that his works would be passed down through the ages and be praised by future generations.
He loved hearing Qian Jun's words!
If he wasn't afraid of losing his composure, he really wanted to hug Qian Jun and kiss him a few times.
After a long while, Mu Zhong's excitement calmed down a little. He suddenly asked Qian Jun tentatively,
"You're so good at copying the calligraphy of famous masters. You must be very interested in calligraphy and have put in a lot of effort. I wonder if you'd like to improve on this path?"
Qian Jun could tell that Mu Zhong wanted to take him in as a disciple, but he didn't have this idea at all, so he declined.
"Calligraphy is just one of my hobbies. I don't plan to spend too much effort on it and include it in my future plans."
-TO BE CONTINUED
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Dirty joke of the chapter
I wonder what my parents did to fight boredom before the internet.
I asked my 21 brothers and sisters, and they didn't know either .
