NOVPUBChapter 1125: 514 Legend_3 Chapter 1125: 514 Legend_3 It took Aubree Groove less than half a minute to put aside her writing brush.
The auctioneer stood by her side all along, watching every move of Aubree Groove.
As Aubree began to write the first character, his eyes slowly widened until they seemed about to bulge out.
People couldn’t see what Aubree wrote, so they could only guess from the auctioneer’s expression, is it written very well, or very poorly?
Presumably the latter, after all, now that Charlotte Aria was here, how could there be another young woman of the same age surpassing Charlotte Aria in wisdom?
“Is this! is this the Flying White Style?” the auctioneer exclaimed in astonishment, his voice tearing with excitement.
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Upon hearing, Georgia Kiley quickly stepped forward and took a look.
She couldn’t help being shocked, and she stared at Aubree.
“Splendidly exquisite Flying White, the origin of eight characters, it emanates the beauty of a gentleman, enriching the elegance of the composition, silk twines and arrows splash, electricity surrounds the snowy tangle.
Light as flowing fog, dense as gathering clouds, together they form a striking array of celestial splendor, a dance of cranes fluttering together.
Who could fathom its depth?
Toying with David Burton, as noted by Zhang Huaiyu, a Tang Dynasty calligrapher in ‘Calligraphy Fragment.’ The Flying White style is intricately mastered, with a high threshold for entry, appearing as if flying, its markings show white, its elegance and dynamism is unparalleled in the world of calligraphy, and was once the leading style.”
Georgia’s heart was too excited for words when she saw the large characters on the paper, like iron paintings and silver hooks.
The reason why the Flying White Style was neglected was that it was much harder to master compared to other fonts.
Not only did it require exceptional talent, but also a solid foundation in calligraphy skills nand cultural connotations.
In addition, dipping ink, force, speed of writing, and other aspects all had extremely strict requirements.
Above these conditions, it also required persistent and painstaking study to reach a high artistic achievement.
“Strong yet supple as steel wire, elegant as floating cloud, lively and elusive, with a clear stroke path, every line revealing white, the brush is broken but the intention continues, the connection is even more free and easy, the transition natural, reaching the highest realm of the Flying White Style.
This is the beauty of calligraphy, the beauty of art!”
Georgia’s excitement was boundless, her words flowed endlessly, she couldn’t get enough of the calligraphic piece she held in her hand.
“A compassionate heart is scorned by petty jealousies, Buddha says the rooted resentment is kin, with my rain hat and straw cape I will depart, neither loving nor hating others…” Georgia softly recited, repeating the word “good” three times, revealing her inner excitement.
A gracious attitude reflected between the lines, making the Flying White characters more lively and dynamic, like a spring breeze sweeping over delicate willows, like a shooting star crossing the sky, or like a waterfall cascading down a cliff, portraying the grandeur of rivers and sunsets.
All schemes, manipulations, in front of such a piece of work, fall apart, become a rout without a fight.
With a single thought of compassion, all beings are good.
With a heart full of compassion, all beings are rejoicing.
Everyone witnessed Georgia’s reaction.
Stella White did not understand what the Flying White Style was, but she knew, judging from Georgia’s reaction, that this time Aubree outshone everyone again, completely overshadowing Charlotte Aria.
She suddenly looked at Cello Cook.
Cello Cook walked up to Georgia and examined every single character, his eyes unmasked his admiration.
Peter Aria lowered his head and chuckled, “See Callista, your daughter is so exceptional.”
She has your blood in her bones and also the blood of the Aria family.
Matthew Aria took a glance, he didn’t have much achievement in calligraphy, but his mother was an expert.
He was indoctrinated since he was little and knew a little about appreciation.
This glance made him understand why Georgia and Cello Cook admired the piece so much.
If this work came from a grizzled old man in his fifties, it wouldn’t be unusual.
But for it to come from a teenage young lady, that was a legend.
A strong sense of pride that stemmed from her bones led her to dismiss the pursuit of past achievements, this Zen poem was her silent and gentle counterattack.
It was shocking in its silence.
Matthew Aria looked deeply at her and memorized her beautiful face.
Comparing his own daughter to her, she truly has a long way to go to reach the refined class.
Such talent and appearance, why had he never heard of her before?
But from tonight, it would probably be hard for anyone not to know her.
Charlotte Aria’s face turned slightly pale, her pearly teeth bit her lower lip, her eyes looking at the silent and gentle young girl on the stage.
Her face always carried a light smile, neither prideful nor complacent, not knowing what kind of honor and aura awaited her.
She just stood there quietly, neither humble nor arrogant, neither sad nor happy.
Her silence, as if a silent mockery, was even more unbearable than a slap in her face.
The pride of Aria women, today and tonight, at this moment, in front of everyone’s witness, broke into pieces.
Esther sucked in a cold breath.
Could her godmother really be so impressive?
To be praised like this by Georgia, it was unprecedented.
