Chapter 17 Calligraphy
After Huang Zhonggong adjusted his mood, he personally demonstrated the Seven-String Invisible Sword to Ou Zanghua again and explained to him in detail the unique features of this unique skill.

Only then did Ou Zanghua realize that the Seven-String Invisible Sword was a martial art that used the sound of the piano to infuse superior internal force into the enemy's mind in order to disrupt the enemy's mind.

When the opponent's internal force resonates with the sound of the piano, he will be controlled by the sound of the piano unknowingly.

The piano music was soothing, and the opponent's moves also became soothing.

The sound of the piano was rapid, and the opponent's moves were also rapid.

However, the moves of Huang Zhonggong's zither were exactly opposite to the sound of the zither. His moves were fast while the sound of the zither was much more leisurely, and the opponent would certainly not be able to block it.

This also explains why Huang Zhonggong lost to Linghu Chong.

Without internal force, the Seven-String Invisible Sword has no killing power.

The reason why Huang Zhonggong explained and taught so seriously was that he hoped Ou Zanghua could write down the poem so that he could keep it as a souvenir.

Ou Zanghua naturally would not refuse this.

He was born in Hunan Province in his previous life. When he was a child, he watched a documentary about the old naughty boy Mr. Huang Yongyu and he liked the old man's personality and talent very much.

After his rebirth, he unintentionally imitated the old man's calligraphy and painting style.

Therefore, Ou Zanghua’s regular script has a sense of innocence, just like his idol.

His handwriting seems careless, but it actually contains his admiration and respect for the old gentleman.

There is a kind of implicit and restrained beauty in the treatment of dots and strokes.

The left stroke is short and quick, while the right stroke starts low and large, giving a sense of desolation.

In addition, the character spacing and line spacing are very comfortable, giving people a refreshing feeling, fresh, unique, natural and elegant.

This is the style of Mr. Huang Yongyu, and it is also the mark left by Ou Zanghua's eight years of calligraphy practice.

After carefully writing "A Gift to Mr. Huang Zhong from West Lake", and putting down the last stroke, Ou Zanghua took out his personal seal from his bosom and pressed it on the signature.

Then he made way for Huang Zhonggong, bowed, and said, "Excuse me for showing off my humility."

Huang Zhonggong walked over. His third brother Tu Bi Weng and fourth brother Dan Qingsheng were both experts in calligraphy, so his ability to appreciate calligraphy was very high.

When Huang Zhonggong saw Ou Zanghua's calligraphy, his heart trembled. Is this the difference between a genius and a mediocrity?

His third brother spent his entire life learning and practicing calligraphy, and he would look at and imitate the authentic works of great calligraphers such as Yan Zhenqing, Zhang Fei, and Huaisu every day.

Even the two words "Qin Xin" on the lintel of his moon-shaped door were written by his third brother.

But Huang Zhonggong knew very well that no matter how good his third brother's calligraphy was, it belonged to someone else. That person was Yan Zhenqing, Zhang Fei, and Huaisu, but not Tu Bi Weng.

And Ou Zanghua
If my third brother were to write these short thirty-two words, he would definitely be able to write them beautifully and fluently.

But Ou Zanghua wrote in his own style, and he couldn't even tell which master Ou Zanghua learned this from.

Huang Zhonggong suddenly turned his head to look at Ou Zanghua, his lips trembling slightly.

Because he knew that the young man in front of him was walking his own path, but the path was not clear yet.

This
It is something that my third brother has been longing for but cannot get.

Ou Zanghua didn't know how much impact his calligraphy had on Huang Zhonggong. You should know that Mr. Huang Yongyu's calligraphy was influenced by Master Hongyi, and Master Hongyi was influenced by the Ming Dynasty calligrapher Wang Chong.

At this moment, Wang Chong was probably just a little boy with yellow hair. It would be incredible that Huang Zhonggong could recognize his master.

He looked at the sky, then bowed to Old Huang and said, "After chatting for so long, it's time for us to leave. Senior Huang, see you again if we're lucky." "Are you leaving now? You might as well stay a little longer. I still have a lot to say to Ou Jieyuan!" Huang Zhonggong hurriedly tried to persuade him to stay.

Ou Zanghua shook his head and explained in a gentle tone: "Senior Huang is too polite. I really have to go to Beijing to take the exam. Time is too tight and I am afraid I will not be able to make it in time."

"That is indeed an important matter." When Huang Zhonggong heard this, he knew that he had no reason to keep the other party.

He said solemnly, "This humble room of mine welcomes Ou Jieyuan and Elder Qu at any time."

After bidding farewell to Huang Zhonggong, Ou Zanghua and the other two, led by Ding Jian, walked out of Meizhuang and returned along the same route.

In Mei Manor, Dan Qingsheng, who had just sobered up from being drunk, heard that his eldest brother had guests, and immediately rushed over with a barrel of Western wine.

When I walked outside, I found that only my eldest brother was sitting there alone, and there were no other guests at all.

Dan Qingsheng was startled, and walked in with the wine barrel, asking, "Brother, I heard from Shi Lingwei that you had guests here, so I brought some good wine to entertain you. Why is there no one here?"

"He's gone." Huang Zhonggong carefully hung the framed calligraphy on the wall. There was pride in his expression, but more of loneliness.

He began to doubt whether his choice that year was correct.

Dan Qingsheng followed his elder brother's gaze and thought that the person who wrote this calligraphy should be very young, and his handwriting was a little immature, but the poem was good and seemed tailor-made for his elder brother.

But after taking a closer look, Dan Qingsheng found something different and his eyes widened: "Brother, what is this word?!"

"As you can see, it is at the critical moment of transformation into a dragon." Huang Zhonggong retracted his gaze and said calmly.

"Who is Ou Zanghua? I want to see him! Brother, I want to see him!" Dan Qingsheng shouted excitedly.

"He's gone." Before Huang Zhonggong could finish his words, Dan Qingsheng used his lightness skills to chase after him.

Huang Zhonggong was speechless and simply didn't bother to speak. He continued to appreciate the calligraphy.

Dan Qingsheng chased him all the way into the busy streets, but he still didn't find the person he wanted to see.

Only then did he realize that he had not asked his elder brother what Mr. Ou looked like.

"Ah! Drinking, drinking, drinking all day long, this is delaying things!"

Dan Qingsheng looked annoyed and had to turn around and go back to Meizhuang to talk to his elder brother about Mr. Ou.

At this moment, Ou Zanghua, Qu Yang and Qu Feiyan also walked to the bank of West Lake. The sky gradually darkened, and the three of them finally walked to the Broken Bridge.

Qu Feiyan looked left and right. She was originally so happy when she saw the Broken Bridge. She said with some disappointment: "Is this the Broken Bridge with Residual Snow? It's no different from an ordinary stone bridge!"

Ou Zanghua smiled, pointed to a hill nearby, and explained to the girl, "The viewing point of Broken Bridge and Residual Snow is on Baoshi Mountain. Whenever the snow has just stopped, standing on Baoshi Mountain and looking south, you can see the West Lake covered in silver, the Baidi Bridge stretching across it, and snowy willows and frost-covered peach trees."

"The stone arch of the Broken Bridge is unobstructed. The ice and snow melted in the sun, revealing the mottled bridge railings, while both ends of the bridge are still covered with white snow. The vaguely discernible stone bridge body seems to be hidden and visible, while the white snow in the culvert is shining, forming a contrast with the gray-brown bridge surface. From a distance, it seems to be broken but not broken, so it is named Broken Bridge."

Qu Feiyan glanced at the Gem Mountain across the way, shook her head decisively and said, "I don't want to climb that mountain just to see the scenery! It's enough to just look at it here."

"Hahaha," Ou Zanghua couldn't help but burst out laughing, "Fei Yan is quite like a famous scholar from the Wei and Jin dynasties. He came here with excitement and left when excitement was gone. So what's the harm in meeting him or not?"

"Hey, yes, that's what I mean!"

Qu Feiyan gave a wry smile, then puffed out her chest with an expression that said 'that's what I thought'.

Qu Yang on the side could not help but shake his head and smile bitterly. This granddaughter was fooled by the young master.

Ou Zanghua saw a very elegant restaurant near the bridge, so he said, "Let's go have a drink and see the Broken Bridge."

(End of this chapter)