Zhang Hao opened the suitcase size of a painting clip. This suitcase was made by a robot. It was extremely exquisite. The corners were made of copper and had very beautiful patterns. Because this teaching, this suitcase was made by Miqian.

A bottle of ink in a flat pot, a stack of rice paper, two brushes, one with a long sheep tip and one with a small wolf hair.

One square of inkstones is the best goods on the market, of course it is the good goods on the market now, not the pen, ink, paper and inkstone used by Zhang Hao at home, which is much more particular than this.

If you can be low-key, you will be a little bit low-key, and it is only prepared by Mi Feng. It is impossible for the two-half materials that appreciate calligraphy and painting.

Paste the felt on, lay rice paper, press the paperweight on it, then open the inkstone and pour ink on it.

Zhang Hao smiled and said, "Everyone can come around. I know some people will doubt whether the teacher can write it, so I will write it for everyone. If the writing is not good, I will be more inclusive. The teacher will only give me a few face in two days of class."

There were ten students in total, and they could all run around Zhang Hao.

These students were like drunk. Zhang Hao immediately found something wrong and immediately tried his best to capture his soul. The fastest update is computer::/

In an instant, the students woke up and their heads were dizzy, but they were particularly comfortable and happy, with a smile on their faces.

Qianjihui was already confused, and she unconsciously approached Zhang Hao. Even she herself did not notice this subconscious behavior.

The closer the fragrance is to Zhang Hao, the more clear the light fragrance becomes, and it gives people a very comfortable feeling, just like the whole person is trapped in the flowers.

Zhang Hao said: "What kind of calligraphy do you usually copy regular script? Or who did you learn?"

"Card script, Yan Zhenqing!"

"Liu Gongquan!"

"Chu Suiliang!"

"Yu Shinan!"

"Ouyang Xun!"

...

"Xue Ji!"

Zhang Hao laughed and said, "Did you all start learning regular script?" :(/

"Teacher, I started with Lishu."

"I started by copying Yan Zhenqing, and later learned Lishu..."

Zhang Hao said: "Learn official script first and then regular script. In fact, it is more affordable. Let me write a paragraph."

Write as soon as you pick up the pen.

The wind blows the willow flowers and the fragrance of the shop is filled with fragrance, and Wu Ji presses the wine to call guests to taste it.

The children of Jinling came to see you off, but they all had to drink if they wanted to do it or not.

Please ask the East Flowing Water, who will not want to have the best?

Some students immediately recognized this. This was Li Bai's poem "Farewell in Jinling Restaurant". Most of them knew this poem by art students.

Poetry is not important, what is important is that the words written by Zhang Hao really shocked the whole class, and some students took their mobile phones to shoot.

Zhang Hao's regular script was learned by the Ming of Burying He. He also came into contact with various famous masters, but in the end he loved the most was the Ming of Burying Heming. When he really loved it, he learned the elegant and elegant nature of Burying Heming. After years of practice and powerful soul-like action, his characters were faintly filled with the immortal spirit.

In other words, he has already obtained the three-point truth of Hua Heming.

The students present are not novices in calligraphy and painting. They can enter the landscape painting major of the Academy of Fine Arts. They have some contacts in poetry, calligraphy, painting, and seals. Especially landscape painting and calligraphy, they are all people with a foundation. People who are immersed in calligraphy and painting every day are naturally sensitive to calligraphy and painting.

They may not be able to tell what's good about it, but they can definitely taste the extraordinary.

Then, Zhang Hao took out another piece of rice paper and wrote it again in running script. His running script was slightly inferior to regular script. He did not dare to learn Wang Xizhi and Wang Xianzhi's running script, but instead learned Zhao Mengfu's running script. Of course, he also learned the calligraphy of some other famous masters. Until now, he has discovered that Zhao Mengfu's calligraphy is too soft and beautiful, and it is actually not suitable for him.

Then, I wrote it again in cursive script, with a total of three calligraphy works.

Zhang Hao stopped writing and smiled and said, "Can I give me some advice to everyone at my level?"

"Teacher, you are so modest. Look up to your words!"

This flattery makes me feel no psychological burden at all.

"This word is better than what our professors wrote..."

"I hope the teacher will give me some advice!"

Zhang Hao said: "Since that's the case, everyone will go back to their seats and start practicing by themselves. Well, you guys follow their original practices, I'll take a look at everyone's standards. Then I'll give some advice one by one."

The students returned to their seats. Zhang Hao glanced at Qian Jihui and saw that she was also back to her seat. He took out paper, pen and ink, and at the same time placed a copybook on a shelf, spread the paper on it and began to copy it.

He guided him one by one, and finally came to Qianjihui and looked at the calligraphy she wrote. She wrote Liu Gongquan's calligraphy. Zhang Hao said: "You have some problems with Liu Gongquan's mysterious tower monument."

Zhang Hao reached out to hold the brush, and his hand touched Qianjihui's hand. In an instant, a nano machine was integrated into it.

Qian Jihui touched Zhang Hao's hand and his face turned red in an instant. She didn't know why she was so disobedient. She could only suppress herself desperately, lower her head slightly, and didn't speak, but her body turned sideways and gave way for a distance.

Zhang Hao pinched the pen holder with two fingers, licked the ink casually, and hung his arms, writing one by one, saying, "Liu Gongquan's words have more bones and less flesh, which is actually not suitable for girls to write. You must find the font you really like to copy, so that you can learn better, and interests are the best teacher."

Qian Jihui was surprised to see that Zhang Hao didn't read the copybook at all, but he wrote it word by word, and wrote about ten words in a row.

Zhang Hao couldn't help but shake his head and said, "Although this word looks good, I think it's tasteless, because too many details have been lost. The inscription only has shape, but it's difficult to have shape and spirit. If you have the chance, it's best to see the original work of Liu Gongquan."

In fact, there are very few original works of Liu Gongquan. Perhaps one or two words have been passed down, and Zhang Hao just said it casually and did not seriously verify it.

Qian Jihui looked at this calligraphy. The words she wrote were completely different from those written by Zhang Hao. He was really far from that.

"Teacher, I will practice seriously. Can the teacher introduce me to what copybook to copy?"

"No, writing, practicing calligraphy, and learning calligraphy are all very personal. You need to... read more and see more, find your favorite calligraphy stickers, or your favorite calligrapher, and then start chasing."

Qianjihui nodded and said, "Okay, thank you teacher."

After saying this, Qianjihui suddenly calmed down.

Soon, the four classes in the morning ended. Zhang Hao stood in front of the blackboard and said, "Today's class is here, and there are four classes tomorrow. The class is over, the students, the get out of class is over." He did not delay the class at all, and announced the get out of class directly.

No student left and they all gathered up after class.

One of the girls held up their cell phone and said to Zhang Hao: "Teacher, is this a video of you playing the piano and singing?"

Zhang Hao smiled and said, "It's me...but this video was not passed by me, it was uploaded by a friend."

“Wow!”
Chapter completed!