In a lounge in Lanting Academy, several people with Liu Tong had a good personal relationship. Looking at the creative details they had just taken, they couldn't help but frown.

"Who asked the question?"

"This is not a mess! How could it be so messy?"

Liu Tong put down the details, "It should be the old president of the Calligraphy Association in Beijing."

"he?"

Liu Tong nodded, "Do you still remember the request for the sixth National Exhibition?"

"Haha, even if you don't mention it, we all remember it. It was this man who was a witch. Many people were ashamed of participating in that competition. Tell me, why is this person so bad? Shaoxing specialty, this is a good thing for Shaoxing people. What should you do if you let a student who is not Shaoxing? It's simply unreasonable."

Liu Tong put down the details, "I think Chen Tingzhi has a purpose, and will not be aimless."

"Old Liu, how do you help him speak? Now you have to consider what we are doing. What are the deadly content regulations? What do they write?"

Liu Tong said lightly: "The preface of the Lanting Collection and Xu Wei's works can be used to the edges. Even if you really don't think of it, Shaoxing's rice wine, fragrant cakes, and stinky tofu..."

"Dode, don't mention the yellow wine, fragrant cake, stinky tofu, I have a headache. I still hope that these students can link you to the preface of the Lanting Collection and Xu Wei's works. I'm afraid that some of the blind people in history will not know about Xu Wenchang in Shanyin!"

"Xu Wenchang, Shanyin, doesn't know. He is in Lanting Academy, doesn't he even know the "Preface to the Lanting Collection"?"

"I can't recite it, and there are many people who have never copied the calligraphy."

Liu Tong took a sip of the tea in the porcelain cup and said slowly: "I think this is probably the answer to the Tingzhi."

"Old Liu, why am I becoming more confused the more I listened to it?"

Liu Tong tapped his finger on the table, "This national competition determines the exchange of folk calligraphy in the Three Kingdoms next year. It is necessary to represent the younger generation who participate in the competition in our country. What do you think you have to adapt to the situation?"

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Whether it is Shaoxing specialties or the subject matter is not limited, it may not be so important to Zhong Yue. The key is what he wants to write.

The ink ingots brought this time were not a little lacquer. For writing small regular script, the ink color of a little lacquer is too thick. In the past, the ink ingots used by Zhong Yue had been reduced in the gel, so that the ink color was slightly thinner so that it would not be too sticker. The new ink he made this time is more suitable for small regular script and running script ink.

[Ten Thousand Pestles], the ingredients used in the formula are less, but the work of the ink makers is more carefully studied. Zhong Yue still refines this ink ingot through a system. If he is refined in reality, his arms will probably be ruined.

The ink ingots touch the surface of the inkstone and make a rustling sound, which is very light and delicate. This is the feel that good ink should have. If the ink is hard and arbitrary, it will feel another way to get started. It is like scratching half of the iron sheet with broken porcelain pieces. It will not only slip, but also feel very uncomfortable. This feeling is the lower-quality ink.

The thickness of the ink depends on the lightness and weight of the wrist force. Zhong Yue felt that it was almost done. He put down the ink ingot and led the ink into the ink disc. Only half of the people who could use such a four-treasure treasure in the study like him were, and half of them were enjoying the achievements brought by technology and modernization. He used chemical ink. Although the ink quality is indeed not as good as the ink ingot, it is expensive and convenient. The time for on-site creation is so tight that he still needs to grind and draw ink. In their opinion, this time is a waste of time.

Zhong Yue dipped the secret rat whisker's small hair into ink, and he was already brewing the style when he just grind the ink. He still felt like walking in the town yesterday afternoon, not treating this as a competition, but another kind of journey - a stroll to the soul.

What do I want to come to Lanting?

Zhong Yue asked himself this.

Zhong Yue simply closed his eyes and calmed down to think about this issue.

The people around have already started writing. They can't sit still and wait for death. Some people naturally think of Lanting, and then contact the preface of Lanting Collection, so they naturally have a way of thinking.

Some people can naturally rub the edges. Shaoxing rice wine and wine, naturally there are too many poems to quote. Couplets are also such as calligraphy and painting competitions. They are popular in a relatively popular form, with fewer characters, and relatively low error rate. There are only two pieces of creative paper. If you write a long piece, it will naturally affect the beauty of the overall work due to typos and other characters. Therefore, people with experience in participating will choose some content that has fewer characters and is easy to grasp.

Someone looked at Zhong Yue.

Indeed, the students of Huamei are not outstanding, but this person from Hui University has been very popular these days. Some lecturers even mentioned this person in Gome classes. Among the professors taught by Gome, some people walk around Xiling all year round, so naturally they pay special attention to Zhong Yue's small calligraphy works.

Close your eyes?

Is this confident or not?

Huang Yiming sat in the lower right corner of Zhong Yue, and naturally saw every move clearly. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. I hope this person would know nothing except Lingfei Jing, as that would be too boring.

The reason why Zhong Yue thought about these seemingly boring questions is actually very simple after all, that is, why did he write such a work? What is the purpose of his writing this work.

This returns to the simplest question, that is, why create.

This question seems meaningless, ridiculous, but very realistic. Many works passed down from the West, the extraordinary works left by professional painters, trace their creation purpose, not to sacrifice themselves for art, but their purpose is to become famous and to sell their works at a good price.

Some people love painting purely and love this painting board.

However, the problem facing Zhong Yue is not the question of whether he loves calligraphy or not, but is at the scene of calligraphy creation, and why he writes calligraphy for.

Winning the award? This is secondary.

With the thoughts of the wonderful hands in the town, he gradually gained a glimmer of enlightenment. The ink rhyme in the ink disc moved. Zhong Yue picked up the pen without any practice or conception. He was like a person who was about to travel far away, casually leaving a note and told others what he had done.

So, the running script on the paper reads:

"I heard that Shaoxing rice wine is good, so I will take two pounds of wine to worship Xu Wenchang, Shanyin."

After writing, Zhong Yue signed and stamped it in a sloppy manner, as if it was too late. These should have been secondary.

He rolled the pen curtain, closed the inkstone, stuffed it into the leather box, and then stood up and left.
Chapter completed!