"Mr. Zhong is also an old friend. Come and take a look. This is the founder of our Tokyo Bookstore and Mr. Fujue Nakamura."

Zhong Yue walked over and looked at the rubbings inside the glass cover. Because they were relatively close, the rubbings were still well preserved and the handwriting on them was clearer.

The fonts on this work are very strange. They are not the majestic and dignified style of Yan Zhenqing, but the three styles of regular script, running script and cursive script are combined with each other. The font size, length, fat and thin, slanted and straight, and the brushwork of official script is mixed with, and a very strange work. If it is placed elsewhere, experts in calligraphy and painting identification will definitely make a joke. This is simply a work created by some clumsy fake person.

However, the verification of this "Poems for General Pei" did not originate in Japan, and they did not have the qualifications. As early as the Song Dynasty, this "Poems for General Pei" which is said to be a genuine work of Yan Zhenqing was verified by literati during the Song Dynasty. Until the Ming and Qing Dynasties, calligraphy masters of all dynasties were repeatedly verified and appreciated.

Nowadays, many museums have paper and stone tablets related to this sticker.

Generally speaking, there are many versions of famous calligraphy and calligraphy that have been passed down from generation to generation. For example, Zhong Yue copied the "Lingfei Jing", there are not less than six or seven versions, and there are many versions of "Psychic Send to General Pei". This Japanese calligrapher named Nakamura Buzhu can only be said to be very bad. He has no idea what the calligraphy has been passed down for thousands of years. However, given that Japanese friends are so humble and eager to learn, Zhong Yue naturally would not directly criticize a dead calligrapher. He just nodded and did not make any comments.

"This Mr. Nakamura's works are so bad."

An old voice suddenly sounded from behind. Zhong Yue was stunned and thought to himself: The dead are the most important, and he didn't have the nerve to criticize a few words. Someone actually complained in the Japanese library. Could it be that Gu Shan saw that big brother coming to smash the scene?

However, they looked in the sound and saw the old man leading the way wearing a coat similar to a Taoist robe, and immediately knew who it was.

This is definitely an old stick.

Nowadays, except for Buddha, the Taoist people wear similar robes. There are basically no one who wears this as a regular dress. There are also a few. With a bun, this one looks like a Taoist priest from the Taoist temple. The coat they wear is obviously improved from our traditional clothes.

"It's Kim Yinglie, a master of Korean calligraphy, but I didn't expect that so many famous people came to them."

Zhong Yue raised his eyebrows and said to himself: Is it famous? Looking at the calligraphy of these international friends, it only takes fifty steps to laugh a hundred steps. The so-called masters probably won’t even be able to make it in the city’s Calligraphy Association in China, let alone participate in the National Exhibition and Lanting Cup.

Aoyama Mitsuhiko obviously knew this rebellious Korean old man and frowned: "Mr. Jin, please pay attention to your words."

Jin Yinglie stood in front of the rubbing covered in glass, shook his head and sighed, and said something earnestly to the young people behind him.

Zhong Yue heard the old man silly in Korean and asked Tan Yongzhi, "What is this old man talking about?"
Chapter completed!