The original site of Lanting was above the academy, but Zhong Yue's last destination for this trip, he went around and returned to the Lanting Scenic Area.

Lanting is no longer the Lanting of the past, but the Goose Pool is just like the place where the Calligraphy Saint lived back then. Zhong Yue stood in front of the stele pavilion and looked at the black stone tablet.

Breaking the Dharma is Zhong Yue’s last mission on this trip.

Simply put, that's the word, how to write it.

This is a very simple question.

The answers to the questions are both complex and simple.

"One me, one bird."

Some people will say, "One stroke, one horizontal stroke, one vertical stroke, one vertical stroke..."

Zhong Yue looked at the stone tablet in the Triangle Pavilion that was about his height.

The ink rhyme flows on the stone tablet.

"Hey, look, what happened to that young man?"

"Are you crazy? Why do you see the stone tablet motionless?"

Most of the volunteers in the scenic area are old men and aunts nearby. When they have nothing to do, they come to help and get some extra money to subsidize their household income.

On weekdays, there are not many tourists here. The traditional and monotonous scenic spot has been decreasing year by year and can no longer keep up with the trend of young people.

Zhong Yue looked at the stone tablet and tried to interpret the goose pond tablet with his ability.

Is it the pursuit of our calligraphy that is so good and good, and the combination of inch is the pursuit of our calligraphy?

Zhong Yue is asking and answering questions.

In today's calligraphy world, there are too many traditional calligraphy schools that emphasize form. When it comes to XX, it means that the style of calligraphy is fake and real. If calligraphy pursues a lot of attention and is consistent, then it will be much easier for Zhong Yue to interpret this stone tablet.

"Start the pen and hide the tip, run the pen in the center, and close the pen and return the tip."

Just like a master doing boxing, this is a set of commonly used basic moves.

Often the moves are the same, but the power used by different people is different.

wrong.

Zhong Yue stopped thinking about starting from this simplest level. If this is true, it would seem too pale and powerless.

There are many people who copy "Lanting" from ancient times to the present. If this is a way of breaking the law, then Zhong Yue still has not yet gotten out of this law.

He withdrew his gaze and sat on the stone bench beside the goose pond. He spent five dollars to buy a small handful of shredded carrots from the vendor beside him.

"Young man."

"Ah?" Zhong Yue came to his senses and turned to look at the two old men and women with red armbands, standing in front of him like a pair of door gods, "What's the matter?"

“Tickets, check it out.”

The aunt looked extremely experienced. She saw Zhong Yue sneaking and dazed, and she must have been evading the tickets and the evading tourists who had not bought tickets from the mountain beside her.

"Oh." Zhong Yue found the all-day ticket from his pocket and handed it to the old lady.

The two door gods gathered together, staring at the date above, and checked it with a red stamp, which didn't seem like they were evading the ticket.

"Young man, are you doing something?"

"No." Zhong Yue took back the ticket stub and stuffed it into his pocket.

The old man smiled and said, "We have been watching you for a long time. We stared at the stone tablet just now, and now we are sitting next to the pool. Are you looking for death? Let me tell you, the pool here is not deep."

"Haha, you're thinking too much. I'm here to look at the words written by the Book Saint."

The old man said, "The words written by the Saint of Calligraphy. Oh, that's it."

Zhong Yue fed a few carrots to the swim-over big white geese.

"In the past, some calligraphers came. Especially during the Lanting Calligraphy Festival, everyone splashed ink and recited poems and wrote a pair of poems, which was a remarkable occasion."

Zhong Yue took out the ice black tea from his schoolbag and took a sip, "Then look, what works are there to watch?"

"Haha, calligraphy, people nowadays are too exaggerated. Some of the so-called great calligraphers come over and write the word "goose". They always want to be innovative, surpass the ancients, and achieve success. When you go to the museum behind, you will see some bad works."

Zhong Yue heard the prejudice in this sentence and asked, "Uncle, how do you think this calligraphy is well written?"

"You're asking the right person."

The aunt holding the trash with pliers glanced at the old man, "You can say a few words, hurry up and go and dump the trash bin over there."

The old man took off his orange-red baseball cap and scratched his gray hair. "As far as calligraphy is concerned, you have to write well. To put it bluntly, imitate it in a straightforward way. That is inferior. If you have your own things on the basis of imitation, that is moderate. If you have your own brushwork and your own brushwork, that is superior."

The old man left with a dustpan, and Zhong Yue looked at the stone tablet not far away.

"There are many people who copy the "Lanting" version, but those who always reveal their brushwork will be called masters. When I read this version, although I cannot know who it is, I will be masters when I see the "Landing" version."

This passage is a record of the brushwork obtained by Zhong Yue from Xu Wei. The old man's words are straightforward, but they are consistent with the words left by Xu Wei.

It is better to pursue similarity in appearance than to pursue similarity in spirit.

Zhong Yue sat on a stone bench and scattered all the carrots in the small box into the goose pond. Six or seven big white geese competed for food, flapping on the water, with their wings flying, clattering and full of fun.

Zhong Yue's eyes lit up, as if he had discovered something shocking secret.

Just in a moment.

He had an illusion.

The traditional Chinese word "王" is "王".

However, the word goose in the Shusheng Monument pavilion is the character "天" with an upper and lower structure.

Just as two plump white geese were competing to eat and soar, Zhong Yue seemed to have seen something.

"Uncle, are there any paper and pens sold nearby?" Zhong Yue remembered that the borrowed paper and pens fell in Lanting Academy. It was too late to turn back now.

“There is a music pool at the back.”

Zhong Yue ran over with great strides.

Inspiration often bursts out in an instant.

The lake is full of scenery and the scenery is a fabricated attraction for tourists to drink tea and chat. There are also bamboo steaks to rent and raft on the lake.

When Zhong Yue saw a Bizhai, he walked in.

The old man wearing a blue Chinese cardigan sat on a small stool, holding some patch patterns, and installing them on the ornaments, "Young man, what should I buy?"

Zhong Yue turned his head and looked at the paper and pen on the table, and said, "How much does it cost to use the study room?"

The old man glanced at Zhong Yue, "You must know how to write, you can write well, you don't have any money."

Zhong Yue walked over and picked up his pen.

Several middle-aged men who were drinking tea and chatting and laughing aside saw a newcomer and said, "Young man, the brush and ink here are not available to ordinary people."

Zhong Yue picked up the pen.

Sweeping pen.

The ink flows on the paper, just like an uplifting goose head.

The horizontal scale slowly pushes away.

He galloped down.

The ink rhyme flew on the paper, and the nine powers of gods and man flew freely under Zhong Yue's pen.

Just like a lively flying goose.

Several calligraphers who happened to come to taste tea and discuss the Tao came aside and saw the big words that were vividly evident on the paper.

Who is this...a great disciple?
Chapter completed!