Why was Su Chen so certain that this piece of calligraphy was a fake?
The reason is simple.
Because he was the one who wrote it.
Indeed, in modern society, not many people can write with a brush anymore.
But Su Chen could.
Of course, his ability to use a brush was not for showing off or picking up girls, but for practicing martial arts.
Calligraphy requires precise control of strength.
Martial Skills, likewise, are about the technique of strength.
Both share a unique commonality in their intricacies.
Moreover, calligraphy can refine a person's temperament.
It allows one to achieve a state of utmost tranquility, which is essential for practicing Martial Skills to avoid Deviation.
Therefore, Su Chen had practiced calligraphy for a very long time.
To say his brush writing was the best in the world would clearly be impossible.
But if it were the "Luoshen Fu," he dared to claim second place, with only Zhao Mengfu possibly claiming first.
It's just one of those coincidences.
The person whose calligraphy Su Chen had copied the most was precisely Zhao Mengfu.
Especially this "Luoshen Fu," he had written it no less than a hundred thousand times.
If you could copy a piece a hundred thousand times, even the least talented individuals would be able to mimic it identically.
This piece was something Su Chen sold on the sly when he wanted to goof off but his sister-in-law controlled the purse strings and he had no choice but to copy it in secret.
As he recalled, it sold for over two million at the time.
In fact, with his level of copying, he could achieve 99% similarity.
It was almost impossible for experts to spot the difference.
That 1% dissimilarity was deliberately left by Su Chen to distinguish it from the original.
This flaw was hidden by himself in between the strokes of the characters, and no one else would notice it except him.
Forging ancient calligraphy and paintings is a method that makes quick money.
But after all, he was only proficient in this one piece.
If there were too many "Luoshen Fu" copies circulating in the market,
it would raise the alertness of the collectors.
Getting a few heavyweight experts involved, they might still be able to tell.
So in the end, Su Chen only sold three pieces before he stopped.
Three paintings, six million, he lived carefree for a few months, utterly delightful.
Unexpectedly, after such a long time, he ran into his own work again.
And it was mistaken for a national treasure.
It was for this reason that Su Chen dared to tear it up so decisively.
After all, fake is fake, no matter how good it is, it's still fake.
"Could this young fellow really know calligraphy?"
Seeing Su Chen really about to write on the spot, many people showed interest on their faces.
But more were amused.
After all, even if they didn't understand calligraphy, they knew that brush writing is not easy.
Writing to the level of a master is even more difficult.
If Su Chen were an old man in his seventies or eighties, they might believe it a bit.
But Su Chen is just a twenty-something young lad.
"Hmph, I think it's just for attention."
"That's right, if he could write like a master, just selling his calligraphy would make him a rich man."
"..."
The crowd shook their heads, unconvinced by Su Chen.
If Su Chen really had such ability, why would he only be a junior salesman at a company?
Qin Keren was very nervous.
She knew her father's passion for calligraphy.
Her father's direct approval of her marriage was mostly because of this piece of calligraphy.
If Su Chen really could write good calligraphy.
Even if it wasn't as good as "Luoshen Fu," it would be impressive enough for Father Qin to take note.
She didn't know why, even though Su Chen was just a fake boyfriend she had hired,
But at this moment, she desperately hoped that Su Chen could pass this test.
Compared to men from Dongyin, she'd rather choose a nobody like Su Chen.
It is said that women from Dongyin have very low status; they must serve their husbands as if serving heaven and earth.
Although Qin Keren was not exactly a prototypical Queen in style, she certainly couldn't stand the idea of becoming a docile little sheep who meekly obeyed her husband's every word.
Su Chen held the golden pen bought by Qin Keren, but did not start writing.
"Young man, it's fine to boast, but it's problematic if the boasting goes too far." Someone, seeing Su Chen not starting to write, felt certain that he couldn't produce anything.
They scoffed at once.
Of course, Su Chen was not incapable of writing.
The only issue was whether he should write in that manner or not.
He harbored a different idea in his heart.
Finally, with a soft sigh, Su Chen concentrated his Essence and Spirit, and began to write.
"In the third year of Huangchu, I journeyed to the capital and passed the Jiluo River. The ancients said that the deity of this river is called Mi Fei...
Words unspoken, breath as gentle as the You Lan orchid. Graceful and dignified, I forget to eat in her presence.
Hence I walk down from the high mound, my feet lingering as if following a spirit.
..."
Su Chen wrote feverishly, completely oblivious to his surroundings.
He was fully immersed in the artistic conception.
To imitate someone's calligraphy, the form is secondary.
The essence is the critical element.
Otherwise, it would merely be superficial.
After more than a hundred thousand imitations, Su Chen could completely grasp the original author's mindset during creation.
The moment Su Chen started writing, all other sounds in the room gradually ceased.
Everyone's gaze converged on that sheet of paper.
The majestic lines, the beautiful curves.
Seamless, without the slightest gap.
Even the act of getting more ink was done in an instant.
At this moment, who would regard Su Chen as a mere nobody?
He was clearly a master of calligraphy!
No wonder the lad had such a bearing; to produce such a magnificent piece of writing, he must be prideful and lofty in spirit.
Su Chen wrote with free-flowing ease; in just under half an hour, the whole Luoshen Fu was vividly portrayed on the paper.
It was nearly indistinguishable from the original!
"This, this is unbelievable!"
"Indeed, had I not seen it with my own eyes, I would never have believed it."
"Such a level of calligraphy skill is truly wondrous!"
These were the voices of admiration.
Even Qin Youwei, who had always looked down on Su Chen, changed his expression.
"Uncle, do you think what I wrote resembles the original?" Su Chen stood up with his pen.
His back was straight, and his spine unyielding.
This was not just a resemblance; it was as if Zhao Mengfu himself was present!
Qin Youwei, who adored calligraphy greatly, treasured it as if it were a precious jewel.
"In the third year of Huangchu, I journeyed to the capital and passed the Jiluo River. The ancients said that the deity of this river is called Mi Fei...
Words unspoken, breath as gentle as the You Lan orchid. Graceful and dignified, I forget to eat in her presence.
Hence I walk down from the high mound, my feet lingering as if following a spirit..."
Unable to resist, he began to read aloud the written words.
Such a piece, even if an imitation, was undoubtedly worth a fortune.
"Holding the bridle against my stance, engulfed in reflection, unable to part..."
This was the last line of Luoshen Fu.
That should have been the end.
But, Su Chen's piece of writing did not stop.
There was one more line of text.
This line did not belong to Luoshen Fu, and even the style of the characters had changed drastically.
No longer running script, but rather cursive script.
Wild cursive.
Though most of Su Chen's work might have been imitation, he also had his own style.
What he truly favored was the cursive script.
Especially wild cursive.
The unrestrained, unbridled feeling, standing proudly apart from the world, the belief in one's unparalleled supremacy.
That final line was extremely concise, merely five characters.
But it danced wildly like a fierce dragon, brimming with arrogance and dominance, yet at the same time carrying an undauntable meaning.
"Never underestimate the young and poor!"