I can brush treasures by reading novels

Chapter 151 Conflict in the Seal Hall
Knowing that Zhang Yang is a great calligrapher, Wu Xue said that Zhang Yang must have several beautiful private seals.

Only after writing a piece of work and stamping a chapter can he have the demeanor of a great calligrapher.

So she dragged Zhang Yang into Old Man Shanshi's seal shop.

The owner of the shop is the old man Shanshi.

The old man Shanshi's real name is Zheng Shanshi. He looks about seventy years old, but his face is rosy and he looks strong.

He is a well-known calligrapher and an expert in seal cutting.

There was an aura of Confucianism exuding from his body.

He brought an apprentice, who was actually his grandson, named Zheng Jun, who made most of the seals.

However, for Zhang Yang to make the seal, of course he asked Old Man Shanshi to make it himself.

"Go back first, it's not so fast."

The old man Shanshi said.

"I want to see it, okay?"

Zhang Yang said.

"A little brat, there are so many tricks, what can you see?"

Zheng Shanshi glared at Zhang Yang with a dark face.

"Forget it, I think the seal you carved is just like this, I'd better carve it myself." Zhang Yang looked at some of the finished seals and was a little dissatisfied, "Borrow your carving knife, the money will not be less, It also saves you effort, doesn't it?"

"How courageous." Zheng Shanshi was furious, "Where did you come from, a bastard, looking down on my craftsmanship?"

"Boy, hurry up and apologize to my grandpa."

Zheng Jun also said angrily.

He looked to be in his twenties and was wearing black overalls.

Tall and straight, elegant temperament.

The body also exudes a strong smell of books.

But he is a handsome boy.

But his temper seems to be the same as his grandfather, not very good.

"Your craftsmanship may be very good, but not as good as mine." Zhang Yang said calmly, "That's why I want to carve my own seal. This is not a humiliation, but I want to get a seal that I am satisfied with."

"So confident."

Wu Xue looked at Zhang Yang with strange eyes, and didn't think Zhang Yang was bragging at all. Top calligraphers are basically top seal carvers.

And Zhang Yang's calligraphy undoubtedly surpassed that of Zheng Shanshi.

"Are you here to kick the gym?"

Zheng Shanshi trembled with anger, staring at Zhang Yang.

"You let the horse come here."

Zheng Jun also had an angry face, with a trace of disdain hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"Kicking the hall? You are overthinking. I really want to engrave a seal that I like."

Zhang Yang said in astonishment.

"Hehe... come, come, write a few words for me to read?"

Zheng Shanshi couldn't believe it, he grabbed a brush and stuffed it into Zhang Yang's hand.

As an art that combines sculpture and calligraphy, seal is an art form that is inseparable from Chinese calligraphy and painting.

Seal cutting masters are all great calligraphers and painters.

It is no problem to use calligraphy to measure the level of seal cutting.

"This, it's better not to, I really didn't come to kick the gym."

Zhang Yang couldn't laugh or cry, why is this old man so hot-tempered.

If he writes a few words, it is tantamount to provocation.

Can't really write.

"Zhang Yang, you can create a calligraphy work on the spot. The art exchange conference is also an auction conference, which happens to be used for auction." Wu Xue said expectantly, "Maybe it can be auctioned for tens of millions."

"I have never seen tens of millions of calligraphy."

"No respect, no respect, it turns out that he is a master of calligraphy who has never been seen before or since."

Both Zheng Shanshi and Zheng Jun had ridicule and contempt on their faces.

Even if Wang Xizhi is reborn, he may not be able to fetch a sky-high price of tens of millions for a calligraphy work.

Moreover, great calligraphers have to practice hard for decades before they become famous. Zhang Yang looks only in his 20s, so how could he be a great calligrapher?

"Show them those two limericks I just wrote?"

Zhang Yang thought of a good way.

If you don’t create on-site, you don’t count as kicking the museum.

"Put it in the car, it's not here." Wu Xue said coquettishly, "You can write a poem casually, as long as you satisfy Mr. Zheng, naturally nothing will happen."

"Yes, as long as you can write calligraphy that makes me feel inferior, this shop belongs to you." Zheng Shanshi said murderously, "If you dirty my eyes, then I'm sorry, today I can only cut off your hands. "

A monstrous aura erupted from his body, and a icy-cold light shot out from his eyes.

It turned out to be a master at home.

"It turned out to be a Qi practitioner. No wonder he has such a hot temper."

Zhang Yang muttered lightly in his heart.

"Mr. Zheng, based on our friendship, how could I bring someone to kick the museum? It's really because Zhang Yang is a great calligrapher that he has to carve the seal by himself." Wu Xue took the brush and said, "Let Zhang Yang write a calligraphy. If you are satisfied, let him carve the seal himself, if not, then ask you to help with the seal carving, how about it?"

"No, if he loses, I will break his hand. If I lose, the shop will be his." Zheng Lao said, "Over the years, I have never seen anyone who dared to play in the hall."

"Write quickly, don't waste our time."

Zheng Yaqing also had a dark face, and urged her.

"If there is no such shop, what will you do in the future?"

Zhang Yang frowned.

"You're so arrogant." Zheng Lao was furious, and roared, "That's not something you need to worry about. You should think about it, what if you break your hand?"

"I reiterate that I am not here to kick the hall." Zhang Yang said, "Do you have any painting tools? If so, I will draw a picture. If Mr. Zheng is satisfied, how about letting me seal the seal myself?"

Painting is not considered kicking the museum.

He didn't want to lose the opponent's eating tool.

"painting?"

Zheng Shanshi was stunned for a moment, then he said with a dark face, angrily: "A young man, you are not only a great calligrapher, but also a great painter?"

Zheng Jun also blushed with anger, quickly took out the drawing tools, put them on the table, and said angrily: "Draw, just draw. I want to see what you can draw?"

Zhang Yang sat in front of the table with a calm face, exuding the aura of great Confucianism, so strong.

With a paintbrush in his hand, he is drawing quickly.

Slowly, a green vine is revealed on the screen, with luxuriant branches and leaves.

Then a yellow gourd appeared.

No, it's two gourds.

One big and one small, one yellow and one green.

Looks exactly as it was photographed.

Unbelievably real.

It's hard to tell if it's a photo or a painting.

So funny, it shocked the world.

It's just to the point of horror.

Then Zhang Yang inscribed in the blank space on the right, not cursive script, cursive script and official script, not to mention the regular script of the four masters of regular script, but Wang Xizhi's unique regular script.

Although the gourd is small and hidden in the world, it will accompany me for thousands of miles in the clouds and mountains.Put away the ghosts and gods and can't see them, and use time to become spring with things.

Any word is unparalleled in beauty, graceful, luxurious, noble and beautiful, like the king in the word.

Although he quoted an ancient poem, he also told the old man that although he was a boy, he was not an ordinary boy, but a master of calligraphy.

(End of this chapter)