Thin gold style is a font created by Zhao Ji, Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty. It is a very unique calligraphy style in the history of calligraphy. Because it is very different from traditional calligraphy styles such as Jin Kai, Tang Kai and other calligraphy styles, it has a very strong personality, so it can be called

A unique creation in the history of calligraphy.

Yang Xuan's handwriting is agile and fast, and his handwriting is thin and vigorous, even thin without losing its flesh. His large characters are particularly graceful and graceful.

In addition, Yang Xuan mainly practiced horizontal physical training, and the strength of the hard bridge and hard horse also affected his brushwork. When he swung a brush on the paper, the strokes were thin and the brushwork was exposed, and traces of the brushwork such as running Tetons could be clearly seen.

[Tiandao rewards those who work hard] comes alive on paper.

At this time, the little girl walked in and saw Yang Xuan writing. Out of curiosity, she looked over and saw, with surprise on her face, "Ah, what a sharp handwriting."

But Yang Xuan didn't feel the slightest joy. Instead, he frowned, "Is this considered a good word?"

The girl nodded, "There are very few people who write in thin gold script these days. Most of them still write in running script, cursive script, official script, small seal script or regular script."

Yang Xuan smiled, "You little girl knows a lot, but those fonts are not suitable for me. I met a few friends today, and they all have their own hobbies. I also plan to have some hobbies of my own. After thinking about it,

Go, I was practicing calligraphy for a while, but unfortunately my writing was not very good."

"Isn't this good? It's just that it looks a little uncomfortable and strange, and...I'm not a little girl. You seem to be a few years older than me, maybe I'm older than you.

"The girl was a little surprised. This man seemed to have very high requirements for his handwriting.

"Haha, the one who wrote the best thin gold calligraphy is undoubtedly the person who invented this word, Song Huizong Zhao Ji. The iron and silver hooks are natural. No matter how you look at it, it feels comfortable. Unfortunately, although my handwriting is also angular,

But there is still a big gap between the iron paintings and silver hooks. I have read Zhao Ji’s calligraphy, and the fonts are full of wealth and honor. My calligraphy..."

Comparing Zhao Ji's handwriting in my mind, the more I looked at my own handwriting, the worse it became. I really wanted to compare and throw away the goods. My own handwriting was filled with the artistic conception of fighting and fighting, fierce and bloody.

He killed too many people in the past, and then he was infected by the immeasurable karma, which made him more and more murderous. Later, by chance, the mutated perfect level Samsara Sharingan absorbed the karma.

I thought I was very calm, but I didn't expect the violence and killing in my heart.

However, it has not faded away at all. Instead, it has been hidden deeper and was revealed unintentionally while writing calligraphy.

Before Yang Xuan could say anything, Fan Shengmei swayed her waist and walked in slowly with a pot of tea.

Yang Xuan glanced at Fan Shengmei and raised his eyebrows, "Yes, there has been progress, and his eyesight has also improved."

Sit down, relax, take a sip of tea, and then start swiping again.

As Yang Xuan wrote more and more words, the strange thing was that the violent spirit in the handwriting did not subside or weaken at all, but instead had a stronger and stronger feeling.

"Mr. Yang, Mr. Yang~~~" Fan Shengmei, who always felt that something was wrong with Yang Xuan, wanted him to regain his senses.

Yang Xuan turned a deaf ear and let out a long sigh after a long time. The ferocious aura originally did not have much influence on the strong body refiners, but Yang Xuan was not a pure body refiner.

Even Yang Xuan himself couldn't tell what impact body refining, national martial arts, internal strength, divinity, and other miscellaneous branches of strength had on Yang Xuan.

It seems that it is best to find a place or another world to rest for a while. His strength has not increased recently. The road ahead has become confusing, as if there are countless fogs blocking his eyes, making it difficult for Yang Xuan to see whether it is the road or the road ahead.

pit.

Since the ferocious spirit cannot be contained or faded, then... why hide it now and simply let it go completely?

Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, Wu Gou Shuang and Xueming.........Kill one person in ten steps, leave no trace for a thousand miles...Who can write to Your Excellency with a white head?

Taixuan Jing......................

After writing the poem "Xia Ke Xing" completely in thin gold style, a strong aura of fighting and iron horses spread over it. If ordinary people stare at it for a long time, they will even be overwhelmed by the powerful artistic conception.

"You, what are you writing? Why do I feel so uncomfortable?" The little girl came in with some tea. When she saw such good words, she just wanted to praise her, but she felt that there seemed to be thousands of troops in the words.

Coming roaring.

As soon as a finger is drawn on the rice paper, the ferocious atmosphere and anger are instantly broken. In this way, one can see the artistic conception but will not be hurt by it.

"This is a gift for you." Fan Shengmei came over with a copper washbasin, and Yang Xuan washed his hands.

little girl

His eyes widened, "Are you sure, even if this word doesn't have a name, it won't be a problem to sell it for tens of millions. When you become famous, or a hundred years later, it might be worth a lot of money."

"You think I look like a person who is short of money. This word is of no use to me. You can keep it and treat it as compensation..." At this point, Yang Xuan couldn't stop.

Said.

The little girl touched her head and was a little confused. What should I pay for?

"By the way, I almost forgot. If you like writing so much, you should carve a seal."

"Do you have any here?"

"Um~~ We don't sell seals here, but we do have top-quality ink pads. This is also the treasure of our shop."

Yang Xuan looked at the girl suspiciously and said amusedly, "You really have a lot of treasures here."

The girl smiled politely and said, "It's okay. Some of the four treasures of the study you just bought are not ours, and some are affiliated with us as members here. After all, I personally want to sell something worth tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands. If there is no platform and

It’s still more difficult if you’re in a circle.”

This makes sense.

"Bring it to me and see."

The girl immediately ran downstairs and took out a small ceramic box from an exquisite brocade box. After opening it, she found a very beautiful ink pad inside.

This ink pad is not bright red in color like the ones you buy for a few yuan. Instead, the red color is relatively restrained and has a slight aroma of vegetation.

"This ink pad is quite unique."

"This kind of lotus root silk ink pad is also called Longquan ink pad. In fact, it has been lost once. Later, a master restored it. Tens of thousands of kilograms of raw materials can only be produced in two taels, and the price is more expensive than gold. This ink pad is not only about its color but also about its color.

It is bright, does not solidify in winter, does not lose oil in summer, does not rot when soaked in water, and leaves traces when burned. This kind is the best among ink pads."

Such gimmicky things have always been Yang Xuan's favorite style.

Of course, Yang Xuan is not a big fat sheep. Every time the little girl recommends something to Yang Xuan, the red queen will put the corresponding information in her glasses.
Chapter completed!