After Zhang Xu said hello, he looked down at the words he had written before, and his expression was as obsessed as if he was looking at a dream lover.

Pei Min also looked on the copybook, and his expression moved: This time Zhang Xu wrote was not the previous Prince Jinzan, but it was actually a paragraph from Jia Yi's Qin theory: When it came to the First Emperor, he fought for the reign of the sixth generation, vigorously strengthened the long strategy and enforced the world, swallowed the two weeks and destroyed the princes, took the supreme rule and controlled the rule, held the knock and whipped the world, and vigorously resounded the world.

Zhang Xu's cursive calligraphy is magnificent, with a wide layout, a huge combination of strokes, a thousand pounds of strokes, and a wild but not surprising. The calligraphy is unrestrained and indulgent. Especially the beginning of the article "Opening the long strategy and controlling the world", the strokes are continuous, with heavy pen power and downward. At the end, the "Swallowing two weeks and destroying the princes, taking the supreme command, holding the knock and whipping the world" is actually completed. There is no interruption in the middle, and the King of Qin holds a sword and destroys the eight deserts. The beauty of cursive calligraphy is fully displayed. Then, "Powering the Four Seas" is used as a summary of the calligraphy, the layout is sparse and dense, staggered and in a straightforward manner.

"Wonderful, so wonderful!" Pei Min comforted his hands and exclaimed: "This copybook is magnificent, and compared to the roar of the Yangtze River last night, the artistic conception is even better. It is not limited to the Yangtze River and the Yellow River, but the world. The spirit swallows the world. In terms of swallowing the spirit of the world, who can compare with the Qin Emperor from ancient times to the present? This word and post complement each other, and this book can be worth tens of thousands of gold."

Looking at this calligraphy, Pei Min sighed that Zhang Xu's name is well-known. In terms of calligraphy, the achievements of the saint Wang Xizhi may be above Zhang Xu, but in terms of cursive script only, Zhang Xu's cursive script is the pinnacle of cursive script.

Zhang Xu was stunned for a moment, looked at Pei Min, and said with joy in his eyes: "Can you understand my word?"

"Otherwise?" Pei Min smiled and said, "There are so many drunkards in this world, why should I take Brother Zhang from the tavern to the inn to settle in? Last night, I saw Brother Zhang writing hard, his brushwork was unrestrained and heroic, and his magnificent waves of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River. I knew that Brother Zhang was not an ordinary drunkard."

Zhang Xu said with a roaring look: "To be honest with Brother Pei, Zhang went to his hometown to travel north, and passed the Yangtze River to see the huge waves washing the sand and going east. He felt something in his heart. He traveled to the Yellow River the day before yesterday and saw the roar of the Yellow River, and even more enlightened. He wanted to express this feeling and this insight with the help of the pen in his hand. He just picked up the pen but didn't know how to start. He was only a little bit of feeling and could not understand the mystery. He was really anxious. I was addicted to alcohol, and often when the wine was sweet and hot, I could get help from the gods. The magical calligraphy I wrote was far from comparable to when I was sober, so I went to the tavern to get drunk. I didn't want to find the feeling, but wrote this book, which was really sad and crying." He pointed to the article of Prince Jinzan at the corner of the table.

Pei Min smiled knowingly. That article of Prince Jin's praise is only a million~small small! Speaking of the post, Cuncui is a child's ghost painting talisman, and there is no way to look like a book in the Saint of Grass.

Zhang Xu continued with some excitement: "Today I saw Brother Pei dancing with his sword. His sword technique was very open and combined. His artistic conception was actually connected with me, but there was no use in it. It was also magical, which brought the unpredictable killing spirit. I felt something else. Suddenly I thought of the Qin Emperor in the past and wrote this post. I, Zhang Xu, have been practicing calligraphy for thirty-five years. This post is the most powerful work in my life."

Pei Min also said, "I have loved swords since I was a child, and my swordsmanship has its own veins. Last night, I saw Brother Zhang's brushwork, and I felt like the Yangtze River flowing thousands of miles away and the Yellow River roaring. Today, I saw Brother Zhang writing in the air. I faintly matched the swordsmanship and realized this swordsmanship. This sword is very heroic and powerful. Even among the many exquisite sword techniques I possess, it is a unique skill of Quyi's finger."

"So that's it!" Zhang Xu suddenly realized: "No wonder your sword intent can match the artistic conception of my calligraphy. If the word "I" is not your sword, there will be no one. Without your sword, there will be no one. If you and I share the sword with each other, it is really a beautiful thing. Come on, Brother Pei, please sit down, let's sit down and talk in detail." He just sat down, and stood up and said: "This is a chat with friends, how can you do without wine? Brother Pei waits for me for a while and I will buy some wine." He touched his waist with his hand, and now he has no money.

Pei Min smiled and said, "I'd better buy it!"

"No! You ask for it next time, I must invite it this time." Zhang Xu didn't care at all. He carefully put the praises of the King of Qin on the table beside him, took another piece of silk cloth from the book basket, and wrote a poem in a scattered manner. He blew the ink marks on the silk book and smiled: "I have the money for wine!"

Pei Min laughed silently and felt that he was worried. Even if Zhang Xu's handwriting was written casually, he would always get money for wine.

Sure enough, before waiting for a long time, Zhang Xu strode into the house with two jars of wine in his hand, and followed the waiter to carry the charcoal fire for soju.

At first, Zhang Xu thought Pei Min was just a swordsman who was walking around the world. Just like after a detailed discussion with Boya Ziqi, a musician and woodcutter, he found out that Pei Min was actually a tribute student who went to Beijing to take the exam. He was knowledgeable and did not feel inferior to him. He had no sense of incongruity when he talked, especially in his calligraphy, the other party actually had a certain foundation and insight, which allowed them to have more topics and appreciate each other.

Zhang Xu said: "Brother Pei thinks Wang Youjun's handwriting?"

Pei Min knew that Wang Youjun was Wang Xizhi. Wang Xizhi was the general of the Right Army and was known as Wang Youjun. He said: "It is three parts of the world. When it comes to calligraphy, there is no right in the world. However, I think Wang Youjun's real contribution to calligraphy was the pioneering. Before him, the style of Han and Wei was the only one in the world, and his family was the only one, limiting the development of calligraphy. Wang Youjun was good at librarian, cursive, regular, and various styles, carefully studied styles, imitated and followed his hands, and learned from many strengths, prepared all the strengths, and smelted them into the furnace. He successfully got rid of the style of Han and Wei brush and formed his own family. After that, calligraphy art and hundreds of schools of thought contend, each with his own strengths. He was extremely great and worthy of the name of the saint of calligraphy."

Zhang Xu clapped his legs and laughed: "Brother Pei's opinion is the same as mine. People in the world praise Wang Youjun's words, but in my opinion, his words are unprecedented, but there may not be no one to come. However, his contribution to calligraphy is unparalleled."

Pei Min admired and applauded. Zhang Xu was crazy enough, but he had the qualifications to be crazy. He also made great sense. He agreed: "I also think this is the case, not just calligraphy, but all things in the world are also like this. The real meaning of the experience and knowledge left to us by our ancestors is not to let us worship them as gods, but to treat them as a goal. Only when generations of descendants continue to grow, can we truly flourish. Only in this way can we deserve our ancestors. The more we are more blasphemous but respect them."
Chapter completed!