Chapter 83

"Hehe, Haoran is a bit arrogant to say that." Mu Cong laughed.

Obviously, he didn't believe it, and was even a little disdainful.

Calligraphy is easy to learn and difficult to master, especially in modern society, people are used to writing with ballpoint pens, so how can they get used to brush calligraphy.

Not only Mu Cong, but even Qin Yunhan, Mu Zhaozhao and other guests looked at Wang Haoran suspiciously.

To say that the only person present who trusted Wang Haoran was Wang Xiang.

There is no reason for his trust, anyway, he just thinks his son is awesome.

"Do you have the Four Treasures of the Study?" Wang Haoran took Mu Cong's expression into his eyes, and did not argue, but asked cleanly.

"I always have these things ready wherever I go."

Mu Cong immediately asked someone to fetch a pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Clear a table in the ballroom and cover it with paper.

All the guests gathered around and focused their attention on Wang Haoran.

Pen and paper are ready, but the ink has not yet been ground.

Wang Haoran walked up to Mu Zhaozhao, showed a sunny smile, and asked:

"Can you grind the ink for me with your slender hands?"

Grinding ink is also a technical activity.

Mu Cong is definitely good at this, but it is a bit condescending for him to grind ink.

Mu Zhaozhao has learned calligraphy since he was a child, so he must be very experienced in it, so she is the most suitable.

"Yes... yes." Mu Zhaozhao was very friendly to Wang Haoran, and of course he directly agreed to this request.

After a while, the ink has been worn.

Wang Haoran picked up the pen and dipped the ink, and immediately began to write on the paper.

The pen moves between dragons and snakes, and the elegant and smart fonts stand out on the paper one by one.

Take a closer look and you can see the writing on it:

In the ninth year of Yonghe, at the age of Kuichou, at the beginning of late spring, I met at the Orchid Pavilion in Shanyin, Kuaiji, to do auspicious things.

A group of virtuous men arrives, and young men and women gather together.

…

Not long after, a 324-word article was written.

Wang Haoran didn't stop writing at this point, but changed to another new paper and started writing.

The article just now used cursive script, but the calligraphy style of the new article has changed to cursive script.

A few minutes later, another article was written.

Replace with a new sheet of paper again.

This time, it is another calligraphy style.

The attention of the people around was all attracted by the calligraphy, and the time passed quietly.

About half an hour later, Wang Haoran wrote the last word of the last article.

The ink stops.

Looking at the ground, more than a dozen large sheets of paper have already been laid out.

Each piece of paper has exquisite calligraphy with different styles.

Wang Haoran, who has master-level copying skills, is not too easy to copy the calligraphy of these famous masters.

Mu Cong glanced at the calligraphy handwriting on the ground, he was extremely shocked, and lost his voice:

"Wang Xizhi's Preface to the Orchid Pavilion, Ouyang Xun's Thirty-Six Methods, Yan Zhenqing's Story of Magu's Immortal Altar, Huai Su's self-narrative post, Liu Gongquan's epitaph of Mrs. Su, Su Shi's post about dark clouds in the sky..."

For Mu Cong, these calligraphy articles are extremely familiar, they are all masterpieces of famous masters.

When he first learned calligraphy, he also started by imitating those calligraphers in ancient times, and finally he learned from others' strengths and created his own unique style.

The charm and calligraphy style of these calligraphy articles written by Wang Haoran are very close to the original author.

If Wang Haoran's calligraphy is put together with the original author's calligraphy, Mu Cong may not be able to tell the difference just by comparing the handwriting.

How can it be possible for a person to imitate calligraphy of famous masters to such an extent?

This is really incredible!

Except for Mu Cong, the other guests around were also shocked.

Among them are people who know calligraphy, so they can see the way from Wang Haoran's calligraphy.

Everyone was not stingy with words of praise, and praised Wang Haoran.

Wang Xiang only felt very proud, and couldn't help saying loudly:

"That's my son, my son!"

Wang Haoran didn't pay attention to the booing around him, and just said to Mu Cong:

"Wang Xizhi, the number one master of running script, Master Huai Su, the master of cursive script, the four masters of regular script, Ouyang Xun, Yan Zhenqing, Liu Gongquan, Zhao Mengfu

Su Shi, Huang Tingjian, Mi Fu, Cai Xiang, the four famous calligraphers of the Song Dynasty, I copied one each. From the perspective of Grandpa Mu, is my level okay? "

"Hao Ran, I didn't expect you to have such attainments in calligraphy. My old man is blind, and I underestimated you before." Mu Cong exclaimed.

In fact, Wang Haoran has only seen the works of these famous calligraphers, and has never copied them.

It is the first time to copy, and there are still some minor flaws.

If you have practiced it, you can definitely confuse the fake with the real one.

But even if there are flaws, it still doesn't affect Mu Cong's shock.

"It's mainly because of the beauties who rubbed the ink, which made me perform exceptionally well. I may not write so well at ordinary times." Wang Haoran did not forget to cast a provocative look at Mu Zhaozhao with a pair of peach blossom eyes when he was speaking.

When everyone heard the words, they all subconsciously looked at Mu Zhaozhao.

Being stared at by so many people, Mu Zhaozhao felt very embarrassed, a blush inadvertently appeared on his face.

[Ding, Mu Zhaozhao, one of the heroines, has increased his favorability with the host by 10, and the current total favorability is 30 (very friendly)]

[Ding, the host affects the direction of the plot, and gets 200 villain points! 】

"Even if it drops a level, it's still very good. When I come to copy, I think I can't be better than you." Mu Cong praised, and looked at those calligraphy works again.

One of the works made him feel a little astonished.

"Hao Ran, the last work was copied by a famous calligrapher in ancient times?" Mu Cong couldn't help asking.

"Grandpa Mu, can't you tell that I'm copying you?" Wang Haoran smiled.

Mu Cong is of course very familiar with his own calligraphy style, in fact, he has already seen it, but he wants to hear Wang Haoran say it himself.

"Hao Ran, you think highly of me when you put my works together with those of these famous calligraphers handed down from generation to generation." Mu Cong said ashamedly.

"This statement is wrong. Grandpa Mu, you are a master of calligraphy in this world. There are countless excellent works. After many years, you will also be famous for thousands of years, and you will be on an equal footing with the four Song families." Wang Haoran said seriously.

When Mu Cong heard it, every cell in his body felt refreshed.

As a famous calligrapher, he most hopes that his works will be handed down to the world and be praised by future generations.

He really loves to hear Wang Haoran's words! ! !

If he wasn't afraid of losing his composure, he really wanted to hug Wang Haoran, a younger generation, and kiss him a few times.

After a long time, Mu Cong's excitement calmed down a little, and he suddenly asked Wang Haoran tentatively:

"You are so good at copying calligraphy from famous masters. You must be very interested in calligraphy, and you have also put in a lot of hard work. I wonder if you want to be more diligent in this way?"

Wang Haoran heard that Mu Cong wanted to accept disciples, but he didn't have this idea at all, so he politely declined:

"Calligraphy is just one of my hobbies. I don't plan to spend too much energy and incorporate it into my future plans."