Chapter 1323 This Woman Had Such Thoughts

At this time, the staff walked in with a few elderly people with good temperament.

"Please let me go, okay?" The staff member said politely to the tourists standing in front of him: "These are veterans of the calligraphy world, and they want to come in and have a look."

There is no need for special reminders from the staff. When seeing a group of elderly people with a strong aura come in, many people automatically give way for them.

When these people came in, Liu Hongwei just glanced at them blankly, his eyes continued to fall on Luo Ziling's words.

"Old Liu, what's going on?" The old man walking in front looked at Liu Hongwei with a puzzled look, "Someone actually challenged you?"

But after seeing the words written by Luo Ziling on the table, he was also shocked, unable to say anything after that.

The eyes of the other old men also immediately fell on the words written by Luo Ziling, and they never moved away.

After a while, the old man walking in front asked, "Who wrote this?"

"I wrote it," Luo Ziling replied with a smile, "I just wrote it for fun."

After Luo Ziling finished speaking, he said to Ouyang Feifei: "Do you like it? If you like it, I will give it to you!"

"Of course I like it," Ouyang Feifei said, ignoring those old men who were still reading seriously, she immediately stepped forward and put away the dry ink.

When Ouyang Feifei was about to roll up the words, the old men who were looking at them reacted immediately.

"You can't take this picture away!" The old man walking in front ignored how beautiful Ouyang Feifei was, and yelled at her directly: "Let's appreciate it."

"No," Ouyang Feifei snorted like a naughty girl, and then grabbed the words in her hand very quickly.

Luo Ziling helped her, and before those people had time to grab it, he handed the words to Ouyang Feifei.

"Wang Qing," Ouyang Feifei called out to the back of the crowd.

Wang Qing, who followed secretly, came over immediately after answering, and took the words that Luo Ziling had just written from Ouyang Feifei.

They didn't want them to see it. The old men and Liu Hongwei, who was deeply shocked, were dumbfounded.

"I don't know the name of this gentleman,

"It was the old man who walked in with him who was the first to react. After he cupped his hands at Luo Ziling, he said: "We have indeed seen people who can write such a cursive script, but you are so young and can write so well. People with words, but I have never seen them. "

"My next Luo Ziling." Seeing that the old man had an extraordinary bearing, Luo Ziling did not lose his manners, "My ancestors came from the nearby Lou Family Village, but I grew up in other places since I was a child."

The old man looked at Luo Ziling in surprise, he had never heard of this person, so he didn't know Luo Ziling's name at all.

But after taking a few serious glances at Luo Ziling and Ouyang Feifei, the shock on his face faded a little.

He gave some instructions to the staff around him in a low voice, and the staff member nodded, and immediately greeted the other companions, and persuaded the onlookers to go outside.

When the staff persuaded the tourists to go out, the old man walked up to Luo Ziling, looked him up and down, and then introduced himself: "I am Li Mingcheng from Yuezhou, and I have copied Wang Youjun's "Lanting Preface" for many years. After many years of copying, I am not as good as you. Can you show us your handwriting again? We are very surprised to see it today. By the way, they are all masters in the calligraphy world."

Seeing that the other party was so sincere, Luo Ziling looked at Ouyang Feifei a little embarrassed.

After Ouyang Feifei thought about it, she ordered Wang Qing, who was standing quietly waiting, to take out the copybook she had already received.

Without saying a word, Wang Qing took out the carefully collected copybooks and spread them on the desk again.

So, a group of old men and Liu Hongwei stood aside, put on reading glasses, and carefully read the words written by Luo Ziling.

After reading it for a while, the old man named Li Mingcheng straightened up and sighed: "I understand it. Every word of yours may not be better than others, but you have integrated your aura into the words. If you I guessed it right, your writing was done in one go, right?"

Unexpectedly, his writing style was noticed by the other party. Luo Ziling was surprised, but he did not deny it.

"Fantastic, it's amazing that the works written by young people can have such momentum," Li Mingcheng extended a thumb to Luo Ziling, "It's really like flowing clouds and flowing water, which makes people feel amazed."

After reading it, several other people also agreed with Li Mingcheng's statement.

If Luo Ziling's characters are analyzed one by one, it is indeed not the best in running script, it can only be said that he already has a relatively solid foundation.

But when most people copy the works of their predecessors, they have a respectful mentality, so they can't express that confidence between the lines. Luo Ziling's handwriting fully reveals his confidence, and his writing is very imposing, which is somewhat similar to the style of Mao Weiren's works.

Anyone who studies calligraphy knows that many works are expensive in their momentum.

If you have no momentum, even if you write every word well, the whole text will not give people a sense of momentum.

Therefore, these old people immersed in calligraphy were very surprised after seeing Luo Ziling's works. They felt that when they copied the works, they did not have such momentum at all.

They also don't know that if they can write such a style of running script, they must have good regular script skills.

"Thank you for the compliment, senior," Luo Ziling thanked Li Mingcheng, "I have followed my grandfather to study calligraphy since I was a child, but now I like to add my own style to it, and regard writing as a kind of enjoyment. I like to write a piece in one breath. .”

"Xiaoyou Luo, can I make a request?"

"any request?"

"Can you give this work of yours to Lanting?"

"No," Ouyang Feifei replied on behalf of Luo Ziling, "This is a work given to me."

"I'm really sorry," Luo Ziling could only express his apology.

Li Mingcheng looked at Luo Ziling, then at Ouyang Feifei, and changed his words: "Can I ask Luo Xiaoyou to write another word and stay here?"

"Zi Ling, you must keep your works in Lanting, and find a way to let your grandfather's works also be placed here." Seeing what the other party said, Ouyang Feifei quickly whispered to Luo Ziling's ear, reminding her softly.

Hearing Ouyang Feifei's reminder, Luo Ziling was stunned for a moment, and instantly understood what Ouyang Feifei meant.

This woman is still trying to find a way to create momentum for the Luo family, to make their reputation even louder in the land of Yuezhou.

If everyone felt that the members of the Luo family had connections with the upper echelons, had unlimited resources, and the family had a style of writing, then they would be respected no matter what. Ouyang Feifei wanted to make the Luo family extraordinary in every way.

Ouyang Feifei was uncharacteristically today, competing with an old man who practiced calligraphy, and finally attracted so many big names in the calligraphy field, it was really well-intentioned. This woman is really not simple, Luo Ziling further admires her.

Marrying such a woman as a wife is actually really good.

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