Zhong Yue entered the system and sat on the big lawn. In the past few days, he finally understood something. It turned out that the ink rhyme that passed by was illusory in the sky, with a trajectory!

The brush strokes are used to use them with sharp tips.

This is a sentence in the original text of "Nine Forces". That stroke seems to be flying through time and space, flying from the distant desert. This stroke that jumps into your eyes is likely to be a stroke among the Nine Forces. Cai Yong could not describe this feeling in specific language, so he could only express it as "using it with the harsh and sharp edges."

What does this mean? When the brush strokes accumulate to a certain level, you need to kick out. Jump and jump together. When you face a steep mountain peak, you cannot be afraid of your head and tail, but jump over. This is a brush stroke.

After seeing this stroke that spans time and space, Zhong Yue's impression of this stroke is even more profound. Zhong Yue's current level still doesn't understand the other strokes. Only this stroke that comes into view always seems to pierce his eyes, which makes him frightened.

The more steep the brushwork, the more impressive it is, so when Zhong Yue sat in the window of the calligraphy classroom again, he began to try to brush from one of the nine powers of the gods and man.

It was still the book "Ling Fei Sutra". Zhong Yue sat upright, touching the ink in his hand, and he ran his breath, concentrating his mind and breathing, and began to write down fluently.

Slitting pens are mostly used for "叶" No matter what "叶", the above hook thread ends or the flying tip is directly shining out, which is a reflection of the sweeping pen.

Now in Zhong Yue's eyes, a word can no longer be regarded as a word. In his eyes, it will become a painting. When all the storm of mountains and flowing water accumulates to a steep place, the water will flow down; the mountain stands at the top, which are all laws given by nature.

What is art?

If art is really defined in the best form, it is to learn from nature. Calligraphy means using simple lines to express the laws of nature.

In the forty-three lines, Zhong Yue made a splash and finished copying. When he put down his pen, breathed a sigh of relief and exclaimed in his heart, he looked up and saw more than a dozen people surrounding him.

"Is there anything wrong?"

Russell stood aside, looking at the handsome fly-headed small calligraphy, and lifted it up with his hand, "I asked all of you to come and observe. What is calligraphy? Do you understand now? Writing brush calligraphy is different from calligraphy. I hope everyone can understand it from the concentric creation of Zhong Yue just now."

The girl who had taken several photos on her phone asked weakly: "Student Zhong Yue, did you really write the banner of the uncle's chicken chop in Frey Square?"

Now that the matter has spread, it will be useless to deny it any longer. Zhong Yue nodded, "Is there any problem?"

"It's nothing, it's just that classmate Zhong. Your handwriting is so beautiful, why do you have to write it...so..." The girl bit her lip.

"That's so ugly, right?" Zhong Yue smiled slightly, "The lacquer books have the charm of lacquer books. This small regular script has the brushwork of small regular script, which is just a different approach."

Russell nodded with relief, "Students, this is the charm of calligraphy. You can like the handsomeness of Ou style and Liu style, but please respect other fonts, including lacquer books. And Zhong Yue, I hope that the entries you took on behalf of Huida are a lacquer books. Because in this world, small regular script is written better than you, but lacquer books, at least I, Luo, don't know that there are people who write better than you."

It is not Li Deming and Russell, who have a small vision, but are the number of people who can write the charm and artistic conception of lacquer books. In a niche field, with the words and deeds of the founder of lacquer books, and the help of the brushwork system, if Zhong Yue still cannot write well, he will be a Dou who can't help.

"Teacher Luo, I think the small regular script of Zhong is a bit inappropriate." As the president of the Calligraphy Society, Wei Kai still has some calligraphy qualities. "You see, at first glance, this small regular script is indeed a way to learn from Lingfei Jing, but it is more agile and gentle than Lingfei Jing, and it seems to be moving towards Wen Zhengming's small regular script. However, this most exquisite brush stroke is the original Lingfei Jing brushwork, so it looks very strange."

Russell nodded, "You are right, I can tell you why this. Before, Zhong copied Wen Zhengming's "Qin Fu", so his brushwork tends to be styled, but Wen Zhengming's small regular script is not easy to master, so I suggested that I let Zhong change the copybook. I didn't expect that Zhong had such a high understanding. In just half a month, he could actually copy Ling Feijing to such an extent. It was really amazing."

The classmates gathered around were shocked.

Is this Russell?

Did Luo Laosi ever praise someone so much?

If it weren't for Zhong Yue's surname, they would have doubted whether this was Russell's grandson.

"Teacher Luo, I don't know when the municipal college student grand prix will start?" Zhong Yue still hopes to participate in this competition. This is not only a competition, but also a platform for him to prove his strength. As long as he wins the awards for the municipal competition and is nominated by Huang Mingchuan and other members of the Calligraphy Association, Zhong Yue will be stable in joining the Calligraphy Association.

Russell turned around and took out the registration form from his briefcase, "If you don't come again, you have to give this opportunity to someone else, just fill it out."

Zhong Yue glanced at it and raised his head in surprise, "Next week? So soon?"

"You haven't come to the calligraphy club for two weeks. Wei Kai and another classmate have already started preparing works under my guidance. Who can I blame?" Russell said lightly.

"You can call, and you can also find someone to notify me." According to the logic of ordinary people, the instructor naturally had to make a notification in advance. However, as soon as Zhong Yue blurted out this, he realized that something was wrong. Luo Laosi was not the logic of ordinary people.

Sure enough, Russell's brows frivolously, "Who do you think you are?"

“…”

Teacher Luo, indeed, is a down-to-earth social person...

Wei Kai smiled bitterly and said, "Fortunately, this preliminary election is just to submit the works. Zhong Yue, you know that by bringing the works up before next Friday, you can successfully participate in the competition. There is only one thing you have to pay attention to."

"Senior, tell me." Zhong Yue still had a good impression of Wei Kai. At least the suggestions he made were all malice. Although he didn't know that the small calligraphy of Wen Zhengming he learned was based on the Lingfei Jing as a springboard, and that brush was just what he gained from the nine powers of the gods and men by his own initiative.

"In the preliminary stage, citizens' voting and online voting are used as the basis for selection. You have also seen the effect of the banner you wrote for the chicken chop shop before, so if you use lacquer books to create, you may not even be able to pass the preliminary round."

Before Zhong Yue could speak, Russell, who was not accustomed to him, got angry, "What is this? Catering to the public? What is it called art! If calligraphy is to cater to the public's taste, then don't create it. Go home and sell soup buns, everyone loves it."
Chapter completed!