"This painting is indeed a wonderful product!" Qian Jingnong was born with a purple face. When he came to the book so volleyed, his face was already purple and red, like a heavy date. He immediately frightened the guard again and thought. After this old man wrote a fairy character, he became Guan Shengdijun. Let’s say that the prince Guan Qian Jingnong finished writing a post in one breath, and punched his father Wan: “Unexpectedly, there is still Ni Hongbao’s Qi Jue banner hidden in this painting of Wan Lao, admire and admire it!”
What Qian Jingnong said is Ni Hongbao, whose name is Yuanlu, and the word Yunru. He was a Jinshi in the second year of Tianqi in the Ming Dynasty, and he was a tired official to the official book of the Ministry of Rites. In the last years of Chongzhen, Li Chuang was trapped in the capital, and Ni was hanged and died, making him a generation of loyal ministers. Ni is also an extinct calligrapher; Wu Dexuan in the Qing Dynasty once said in his "Essays on Books in Chuyuelou": "Ming people's middle school (Yan) Lu Gong is inferior to Ni Wengong." Qian Jingnong was from him. In the above Mozhu, I read the writing of a Qijue banner by Ni's: “A city of spring rains and thousands of smoke, everywhere cool and flying Taiji Springs. People in Yangzhou are like cranes, I don’t know if they are gods.” The guard of Shicai did not. If you look at it, the glamorous, neon-like character "Xiang" in the night of Xiaoting is the last word of Ni's Qijue.
"No, right!" Wang Xunru rushed, "From my point of view, the mystery in this painting is a meridian map! This bamboo plant goes straight up, and there are two in every ten, which is the meridian. The bamboo branches go out diagonally, and in every ten. There are five, it is a network. Here is the three yin and three yang of the hand, and here is the three yin and three yang of the foot. And here, there is another big network in the main spleen, which unites any one of the three superintendents, which is exactly ten The number of five. Looking at the twelve meridians and fifteen collaterals together, the bamboo leaves are scattered, and each leaf is derived from the twenty-seven qi, which is the same as Li Shizhen's so-called:'like a spring , Like a journey of the sun and the moon, no rest.” Look again, the eight plants behind the lighter ink color and hidden reflections are the eight strange meridians of the “inner organs and outer organs”. Look at it. The Yangwei pulse among the eight channels is cured. It is sent from the Jinmen point of the foot, which is five inches below the lateral ankle of the foot, and seven inches from the lateral ankle of the foot.
"Let's live and live." Sun Xiaoxu turned around at this time, "If Chi Bianque is right, how come I can see that another doorway is coming? Everyone, just look at the Yang Wei pulse that Brother Wang called. It does seem to be behind the bamboo in the front. This is a subtlety of the ink painting on this paper, because it is a stroke that was painted later, but it has nothing to do with the lightness. It has early pen strokes. With the exquisiteness of Wan Luo's pen, one has to look at the time when viewing this painting."
"Sure enough, it's a real person who doesn't show his face. I didn't expect that the palm of the floating flower is quite clear." The old man who just took a seat smiled with his beard. What seems to be in the front of the painting, and the back strokes seem to be in the back; but I don't know what you said about "look in time"?"
When Sun Xiaoxu heard the words, he nodded slightly, then lifted his robe and stood up, saying: "Painting is static, but viewing a painting is a dynamic trend; with movement enters stillness, the quiet also moves with it. This-say it does not understand, I act A set of punches is enough.” At this point, the person has risen into the air, and the figure stretches suddenly, as if a pole of strength, but in the middle of the way, the waist is frustrated, like a staggered knot and branch, the left palm uses a word-pressing tactic. , Actually let a big fat body volley without falling, and the right palm simultaneously used a window-slide style, a three-shape, divided into thorns, dials, and hooks. Don't wait for this style to grow old, people will rise again, and once again frustrate, they become a slub again. This time, the right palm was copied down, and the left palm used a blocking style, which was also a three-shape, divided into sweeping, covering, and covering. As soon as the second form of the three forms appeared, everyone saw the clue: It turned out that Sun Xiaoxu used his own palms to perform a set of boxing skills that fit the bamboo in the painting. The reason for the three forms is the bamboo leaves in the painting. The appearance-or moist, or astringent, or virtual, or real, or oblique, or slanting, or slanting, or swaying, leaning and swaying, all have cool brushstrokes. In this way, it is the line of Yang Wei pulse that Wang Xunru called before—in the painting, the ink is lighter and the shadow of the bamboo is located behind. Obviously, Sun Xiaoxu deliberately performed this bamboo shadow for no reason: because this one is shorter. If it was the old bamboo in front of it, this low-eave pavilion would have made Sun Xiaoxu break through. The crowd just came back to their senses, Sun Xiaoxu had already landed gracefully, saying: "Show the ugliness." Then he returned to his seats. Amidst the laughter and sigh, only Wei Sanye sighed: "No, no! The three of you are all misguided. Wan Lao's painting is clearly a set of food sheets, how can it become boxing?"