After mounting it several times, nothing was found. Chen Yi looked at this calligraphy and couldn't help but sighed secretly. This meant that his previous guess was wrong. This was not like Dong Qichang's landscape painting. hidden in a poor quality painting.
According to him, the material of this calligraphy work has some traces of the Tang Dynasty and also has the characteristics of the pre-Tang Dynasty. However, it may also be materials collected by others in the previous dynasty and written in the Tang Dynasty.
Even now, you can find some rice paper from the Republic of China or the Qing Dynasty. Although there is no ink on these rice papers, their value is much higher than ordinary rice paper.
"It is a pity that this painting is at least a calligraphy work of the Tang Dynasty. There is nothing hidden in it. It can only be used for research and cannot be used as an object of appreciation and learning.
"Chen, boy, do you still want to borrow this calligraphy? You must know that when the old Taoist arrived at Xuanmiao Pavilion, he studied it for a long time and finally found nothing." Taoist Master Wu Zhen patted the table and asked Chen Yi.
Chen Yi thought for a while, but nodded. Even if there was nothing hidden in this calligraphy, it was very strange in itself. However, he could feel what seemed to be Wang Xizhi's psychological activities from it. Therefore, this calligraphy This piece of calligraphy is worthy of his study. "Taoist Master, this piece of calligraphy is at least from the Tang Dynasty. Can I lend it out? Although the calligraphy on it has no charm, the shape of the calligraphy is very similar to the Huang Ting Jing handed down by Wang Xizhi. , but you can do some research.”
"For other things from the Tang Dynasty, people would not lend them out easily, but this calligraphy. Since you want to study it, go ahead and study it. Just remember not to waste too much energy on it." Taoist Master Wu Zhen did not refuse. He just gave some instructions to Chen Yi.
"Master Wu Zhen, thank you very much. I will take good care of this calligraphy." Chen Yi hugged his hands and expressed his gratitude to Master Wu Zhen.
Even though this piece of calligraphy is not very artistic, it is still a very precious thing, and the silk copy is very well preserved. Even if it is not as good as a Song version of the book, four to five million is still no problem.
"Haha, what the Taoist cares about is not how you treat this calligraphy, but the time you make tea next time." Taoist Master Wu Zhen laughed, handed the three registered items into Chen Yi's hands, and then took a photo Patted him on the shoulder.
"Taoist priest, don't worry, I will definitely call you every time I make tea." Chen Yi smiled helplessly, and he was indeed addicted to tea. This veteran's nose is as sharp as a monkey's. How dare you not inform him? You can even smell the smell wafting out of the room. If you don't call him to make tea next time, you probably won't have a good look when you enter the Xuanmiao Pavilion again.
Taoist Master Wu Zhen smiled with satisfaction and patted Chen Yi's shoulder again. When he saw the pain on Chen Yi's face, he immediately looked at his hands and said, "You kid, I didn't use any strength at all. You What are you talking about? You are as skinny as a monkey with your small body. From now on, practice Tai Chi well every day."
"Taoist Master, you haven't exerted your strength. I can't bear this strength. Your old man is someone who dares to jump off a cliff. You and I are thousands of miles apart." Chen Yi couldn't help but said with a wry smile. He was still able to follow that move just now. This time the old Taoist enlightened himself was happy for a moment, but he used a little more force.
With his physical quality, which is not even comparable to that of ordinary Taoist priests in Taoist temples, it is simply incomparable to the master-like Taoist Master Wu Zhen.
"It doesn't matter if you jump off a cliff. The old man didn't even No, that doesn't sound right. You kid is scolding me. Hey, kid, don't run away. Come back to the old man."
Taoist Master Wu Zhen couldn't help but feel a little complacent, but he suddenly reacted. He immediately turned his head and was about to question Chen Yi, but Chen Yi was no longer in his sight. When he looked towards the passage, he saw this kid holding something and running towards the passage. go.
"This kid, the old Taoist won't eat him." Seeing Chen Yi like this, Taoist Master Wu Zhen didn't chase him. He just shook his head and smiled. In the entire Sanqing Temple, there are no people who dare to joke with him. Not even a slap.
Chen Yi ran to the door of Xuanmiao Pavilion in one breath, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. Although he guessed that Taoist Wu Zhen would not chase him out, as he was a junior like him, but who knew whether this old Taoist would enter a state of madness.
Looking at the books and the calligraphy in his hands, he smiled and walked slowly towards his residence.
He planned to study this calligraphy when he had free time. After all, it would be a huge waste to leave this huge treasure of Xuanmiao Pavilion and not explore it. Instead, he would waste time on this strange and unclear calligraphy. .
Back at his residence, Chen Yi saw He Wenzhi standing outside the room, looking at the mountains in the distance, his face full of memories, but his eyes were filled with pain.
The past?Sweet, but if the main character in this sweet memory is no longer alive, then there will definitely be some pain in this memory. What's more, He Wenzhi's wife Qin Xiaowan accidentally fell beside He Wenzhi. Shanya, if it were him, he probably wouldn't forgive himself.
It’s just that now He Wenzhi dares to recall and face it. This is a huge progress. In time, he will definitely get out of the pain of the past.
Seeing this scene, Chen Yi did not say hello to He Wenzhi, but went straight to his residence. In this situation, what He Wenzhi needed was silence, not comfort and sympathy.
"Xiaoyi, you came back from Xuanmiao Pavilion. What did you borrow?" At this time, he heard movement nearby. He Wenzhi came back to his senses and hid the pain on his face. After seeing Chen Yi, He couldn't help but ask.
Chen Yi smiled, turned around and came to He Wenzhi, and showed him the selected items.
"Oh, there is also a painting and calligraphy, Xiaoyi, which famous artist is this work?" Seeing the scroll in Chen Yi's hand, He Wenzhi couldn't help but asked curiously.
"Brother He, this is not a work by a famous artist, but a piece of calligraphy by an unknown author. The calligraphy is from Wang Xizhi's Huang Ting Jing. It's just that the characters have their own shape, but no charm at all. It looks like they were copied." Hearing He Wenzhi's words, Chen Yi shook his head and smiled.
If this can be considered famous, then all calligraphers of all ages can jump into the river.
"Tracing, judging from the color of this silk, it should be something from ancient times. It's really strange to do such a thing on such an expensive silk. Can I take a look?" He Wenzhi said with a strange look on his face. .
Chen Yi nodded without hesitation, "Brother He, let's go to the house and take a look."
After that, he and He Wenzhi came to the room, cleared the table, placed the calligraphy on the table and slowly unfolded it.
He Wenzhi glanced at the silk for a few times, then shook his head, "It is indeed a work of imitation. It is tangible and lifeless, like a walking corpse. Writing on such silk is simply a waste."
Every word written by the famous calligrapher seems to be alive, but the words in front of you are lifeless. This is the result of too much tracing and no copying.
"Xiao Yi, I don't know what you are doing with this calligraphy. If you want to copy it, you can bring some works by famous artists." He Wenzhi looked at the calligraphy and asked Chen Yi strangely. He really had no interest in reading this calligraphy. Go down.
"Although this calligraphy has no charm, its font is very similar to the Huang Ting Jing that has been handed down. I want to study the font, which is a good choice." Chen Yi pointed to the calligraphy and said with a smile. What he wanted to study It was this font, why he had those strange insights when using the copying technique to copy.
He Wenzhi looked at the calligraphy carefully and nodded slowly, "Well, the font is very similar to some imitations of Huang Ting Jing. I have nothing to do, so I can study it. Xiaoyi, it's almost time for dinner. It’s time, put your things in the house, and then go to the dining hall with me.”
Chen Yi nodded in agreement, put away the calligraphy, and walked out of He Wenzhi's room. This calligraphy had no charm and was really not taken seriously.
Putting a few books and calligraphy on the desk, Chen Yi went out. This is the advantage of being in a Taoist temple and other places. There is no need to worry about the risk of losing some things.
The chef at Zhaitang is also a Taoist priest from Sanqing Temple, and his skills seem to be quite good. At least the dishes for the three meals a day are not repeated. After eating, Chen Yi and He Wenzhi returned to their respective rooms.
After Chen Yi returned to the room, he first unfolded the calligraphy, and then placed a piece of rice paper underneath, preparing to use the copying technique again to see if he could comprehend the strange thing again.
“After all, when he used his finger as a pen to copy in the Xuanmiao Pavilion, he only copied a small part and did not copy the entire 1,200-word Huangting Sutra.
After getting ready, Chen Yi picked up the pen, looked at the calligraphy in front of him, and used the elementary copying technique again. In an instant, those vague insights in his mind emerged again.
Chen Yi closed his eyes and felt it for a while, then slowly opened his eyes, looked at the calligraphy above, and started copying.
Copying on paper gave him a clearer understanding than using his finger as a pen in the air. He felt some of the original author's thoughts and also felt a kind of oppression. It seemed that the original author was trying his best to suppress his own thoughts. Writing on silk is normal.
As the copying progressed, he once again felt the joy, and there were also some handwriting that were completely different from this calligraphy work.??'s writing style.
Amidst these insights, Chen Yi tried his best to control the pen in his hand, and finally wrote the last sentence of the date, which was written in Wushanyin County on May 24, the twelfth year of Yonghe.
After finishing writing, Chen Yi took a few steps back and looked at his calligraphy carefully, with a look of surprise on his face. (To be continued)