Moreover, there are many arguments that Wang Xianzhi's calligraphy achievements surpassed his father's, which is even more remarkable. Furthermore, very few of Wang Xianzhi's calligraphy works have survived, and each piece is extremely precious and can definitely be called a "treasure"!

Even Duanmu Ci only possessed one of his calligraphy copybooks, containing only a dozen or so characters.

It was in the second year of the Taiyuan era of the Eastern Jin Dynasty that Duanmu Ci, posing as "a disciple of Ge Hong and a hermit of Luofu Mountain," visited the Wang family of Langya and was received by Wang Xianzhi. From then on, the two became close friends. Wang Xianzhi was a handsome and elegant man, described as having "a carefree and unrestrained demeanor, and even when he was idle all day, his appearance was never sluggish."

That cool autumn, Duanmu Ci and Wang Xianzhi went on a mountain trip. After returning home, they still missed the scenery. Wang Xianzhi picked up his brush and wrote a calligraphy scroll for him: "Walking on the road in Shanyin, the mountains and rivers reflect each other, making people unable to take it all in." These few words were written into Liu Yiqing's "A New Account of the World" in the Southern Dynasties and have been passed down for thousands of years.

However, this was merely a scene that Wang Xianzhi and Duanmu Ci reminisced about.

"The person is gone, but his writings remain." Duanmu Cixin sighed.

Wei Yue laughed, "What Duanmu Jun said is right. Life is only fifty years long, like a dream or an illusion. If you don't leave any trace, who will remember you a hundred years from now? Even your descendants will only know your name by looking at the family tree."

Duanmu Ci shook his head and smiled. He had experienced too many things like this, but he still felt a little sad when he thought about it occasionally. There was nothing he could do about it.

He asked, "Where is Wang Zijing?" Zijing was the courtesy name of Wang Xianzhi.

Wei Yue was surprised by his tone. Duanmu Ci said this as if he were saying the name of an ordinary friend, as if he were about to call him to go out for drinks. But he was a person from more than a thousand years ago. They were separated by a long and insurmountable period of time.

Wei Yue didn't pay much attention and said, "At Banbizhai."

Duanmu Ci said "Oh," and then added, "Zijing is at Banbizhai."

He spoke casually, as if his friend were truly waiting for him, sitting there drinking tea, ready to look up and chuckle when he entered, asking with a smile, "Why are you so late?" It was as if in that autumn of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, on the road to Shanyin, Wang Xianzhi turned around amidst laughter, "Cizhi, shall we go see the Xi family's bride?"

That laughter still echoed in his ears a thousand years later.

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P.S.: The bride from the Xi family was actually Wang Xianzhi's betrothed. I got too emotionally involved while writing this chapter...

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