Zhong Yue had almost left behind the competition. Before participating in the competition, the key was to participate. Later, he was fussed by the headlines on the front page, which completely made Zhong Yue not interested in the competition.

If you spend tens of thousands of yuan, it’s so hot, if you can’t get first place, is it possible?

However, the prize money for this competition is only a few hundred yuan, and it is not as rich as the casual work that was when the Cultural Center opened before. It is not worth spending this money. But anyway, it is not his own pocket, so he doesn't care.

The summer vacation gradually dissipates, the evening breeze in the mountains blows, and rustling sounds come from the peach forest.

It is the time when summer potatoes are ripe.

The family not far from the Zhong family, Zhang Guangyan and Uncle Yan's son were getting married, so they bought a lot of wedding invitations. In the afternoon, they asked Zhong Yue to come over to help write the wedding invitations, and brought a small sack of freshly flipped sweet potatoes.

Zhong Yue piled up firewood in the open space, and after burning it, he simmered four or five sweet potatoes in it. He often ate this when he was a child, and then went to school in the county and never had time to taste such deliciousness again. The sweet potatoes roasted from the diesel barrel outside the school were all soaked in sugar water, and tasted watery, and it was not as fragrant as the sweet potatoes.

It takes three or four hours to fully cook the sweet potatoes by the temperature of the charcoal fire. Zhong Yue took advantage of this time to enter the system.

Observe the nine powers of gods and man.

With the great success of the brushwork of small regular script, Zhong Yue has experienced all kinds of ink rhymes on one side and has different insights.

He is getting closer and closer to the truth...

The great success of small calligraphy does not mean that there is no room for progress. Where is the end of the calligraphy approach?

Is it the end to reach the level of the saint of calligraphy?

I'm afraid that for thousands of years, no one can tell Zhong Yue this answer.

Some people spend their whole lives and write a lot of bare pens. As a result, in their later years, their calligraphy styles have changed drastically and they have a higher pattern. This is the joy of calligraphy.

A person's style of calligraphy changes with age, experience, and mood.

Zhong Yue still couldn't see the reason for the last stroke. If he had to say something, he could only say it was wonderful.

It's amazing.

It’s so wonderful that Zhong Yue can’t copy or imitate it, let alone explain it.

It's like the definition of life.

No matter how you explain and discuss it in words, even if you discuss it in a long and long way, it will appear pale and cannot summarize the interesting thing of life.

Some things exist, they do not exist for the sake of explanation.

After not getting too much, Zhong Yue had to end up disappointing and was preparing to visit Wang Xun again.

After entering the Wang clan gathering place, there were many more tribe members in the courtyard in the background. However, like the streets of Guyangzhou before, these people could not see Zhong Yue.

Zhong Yue passed by and came to the front of the Wang Clan Ancestral Hall. Wang Xun stood in front of the ancestral hall with his hands holding his belt and his back straightened.

"I've met Shangshu Wang."

“No need to be polite.”

"I don't know how you think about learning books?"

Wang Xun said, "I asked my uncle."

"What did Wang Youjun say?"

Wang Xun said calmly: "Uncle said that although you are a descendant of Taiwei Zhong, the rules of the Wang clan cannot be broken. Moreover, not all of my uncle's brushwork is obtained from Mrs. Wei. How can the Wang clan in Langya be ordinary for hundreds of years?"

“…”

OK OK OK OK I know you are awesome!

Zhong Yue's face looked a little ugly. This was even more disappointing than the undeserved brushwork. How could such a thing happen? This system is unscientific!

"However, uncle said that meeting is fate. You can take Xiaoyou Zhong to a place. How much you can realize depends on your ability."

Zhong Yue raised his eyebrows, "Thank you, Shangshu Wang."

Zhong Yue thought, could it be the library of Wang's family in Langya? Maybe it was some of the brushwork inheritances from the Wei and Jin Dynasties. It was a thousand years ago that many materials were lost, so Zhong Yue was also very moved. What exactly could Wang Xizhi make an exception and teach him.

Going east from the Wang clan ancestral hall, it is a little far from where the clan gathers, and Zhong Yue has many doubts in his heart. What the hell? The Wang clan of Langya, for hundreds of years, has produced many talents who are good at calligraphy and painting. Wang Xizhi, Wang Xianzhi, Wang Xuanzhi, Wang Ningzhi, Wang Huanzhi, Wang Suzhi, Wang Huizhi, Wang Xun, etc., all of them are masters of calligraphy. The fourth-generation grandson Wang Sengqian and the seventh-generation grandson Zhiyong are also masters of calligraphy. There are many unknown calligraphers among them. What is the secret of such a calligraphy family?

Zhong Yue became more and more excited as he thought about it. He followed Wang Xun to a wooden bridge.

“Go to the place.”

Zhong Yue came to his senses, "Here? This..."

I looked around and found nothing. This is the place where the Wang family secrets were not passed on?

Did you tease me?

"Shu Wang, I wonder what kind of brushwork is there to find here?"

Wang Xun pointed to the geese under the bridge and said, "The secret of Wang's brushwork is hidden in this object."

"Goose?"

"That's right." Wang Xun turned around and returned, "My friend Zhong, I wish you good luck."

Goose?

Take me to see the goose?

Zhong Yue felt like he wanted to die. Isn’t this playing with me?

He didn't understand what Wang Xizhi meant or what Wang Xun meant, but could he see a chicken feather when looking at the goose?

Zhong Yue stood on the wooden bridge, like a mentally retarded person, looking at a flock of geese, screaming one after another.

In two hours, Zhong Yue was automatically sent out of the system.

What did you see?

Goose.

What have you realized?

Goose...uh...

Zhong Yue was a little crazy. What are the meanings? He came to learn brushwork, look at the hairy goose...

When I saw my proficiency, I was indeed at zero percent progress. Zhong Yue felt like he was being cheated. What's the point?

Look at the goose, I see you melon skin!

After coming out of the brushwork system, Zhong Yue sat on the sofa, leaning his head a little tiredly.

It was still very exhausting in the system. When Zhong Yue thought of the sweet potatoes simmered in the charcoal fire, he went out to find the sweet potatoes.

The charcoal fire outside the house still had residual heat, Zhong Yue squatted aside, and the bamboo branches were turning.

The phone rang, and Zhong Yue answered the phone while looking for sweet potato.

"Hello."

"Zhong Yue, it's me."

"Old Huang, is there anything wrong?"

The sweet potatoes have become carbon black on the outside, and there is no tin foil at home, otherwise they would not have been wrapped in a layer of tin foil, and the carbonization would not be so powerful.

"The competition is over. You won the second prize."

A roasted sweet potato was picked up by the bamboo branch and landed on the plate beside it, "Oh. What's the first one?"

"Huang Xu, "Yan Qinli Monument"."

"Oh."

"Don't care too much, there are many factors in the live calligraphy competition."

"Um."

Zhong Yue shook his head and chuckled. There is still a dark story in this kind of competition? It's really interesting.

"I understand you are not convinced, but there is no first in writing. It is difficult to judge the selection of works, different styles of calligraphy, works, and the level of the work."

"I know, thank you for notifying me."

Zhong Yue hung up the phone and took the sweet potato back to the house. The knife hung the carbon layer outside the sweet potato.

It is a sweet potato, not a sweet potato. Although sweet potatoes are not as sweet as sweet potatoes, Zhong Yue is very good at this kind of sweet potato. There are few sweet potatoes on the market.

Zhong Yue took a bite and it was fragrant, sweet but not greasy. It was the taste of the ingredients itself, so hot that he dared to bite it lightly with his front teeth.

He specially accompanied a can of ice beer and a few sweet potatoes were in his stomach. Zhong Yue lay on the bamboo couch, and the mountain wind blew in from outside the window.

"It's really trash..."
Chapter completed!