Ning Fei took out the brush, inkstone, and ink.

"My master likes to write calligraphy, which is one of the few hobbies of the elderly. ”

"So, I have been learning calligraphy with Master since I was a child. ”

Ning Fei began to grind while slowly explaining.

Chinese tradition has always been inseparable from pen, ink, paper, inkstone, to take the simplest example, in the 08 Olympic Games, pen and ink landscapes accounted for a lot of space.

Because it is the essence of Chinese culture, it is a Chinese treasure that can amaze the world!

"Taoist priests write?" Suddenly I thought of those masters. ”

A netizen said suddenly.

His words made many people echo him.

Some time ago, it was very popular on the Internet, a so-called "master" with a cloak and a white coat, showing Chinese calligraphy, he held a huge brush and shook it on the paper casually, and a group of people applauded around him.

This one is still conservative, and there is another "master" who is even more ruthless, he has long hair, dips his head directly in ink, and then scribbles on paper with his head.

In this way, there were many of his "disciples" around, all of whom seemed to be middle-aged people in their thirties, clapping their hands there.

The clown is in the temple, and the master is wandering.

Some time ago, there was a very popular painter in Douyin, he was nearly half a hundred years old, his hair and beard were a little gray, and his clothes were shabby, so he sat on the street and made a living by painting on fans.

He can only draw 5 handfuls a day, earning about 240 yuan a day.

His paintings, purely handmade and lifelike, exploded immediately after they were exposed on the Internet.

Although the painter is older, his eyes are clear, pure, and he looks sincere.

After such a big hit, someone made a very high bid to buy his fan, but he still painted so many in one day as always.

His realm may never be reached by those so-called "masters".

Ning Fei studied the ink, took out a wolf pen, and dipped it in the ink to make the tip of the brush absorb and be full.

As soon as he held the brush, a few people suddenly felt that the situation was not quite right, and began to lead the rhythm.

Nowadays, on the Internet, there is never a shortage of people who show their superiority to others by popularizing science, in fact, there are many such people.

"The anchor only uses three fingers to hold the pen, are you sure you can calligraphy?"

"I have studied calligraphy for three years, and I said that the method of moving the pen is the five-finger pen method, and all five fingers are used, paying attention to 'pressing, pressing, hooking, topping, and resisting' to ensure that the pen is held safely. ”

"Three fingers, it looks like a layman. ”

"I thought he was a master of calligraphy, but it wouldn't be grandstanding. ”

"It's okay if the Taoist doesn't know calligraphy, there's no need. ”

A few netizens who felt that they understood began to popularize science and brought some rhythm, and some netizens who didn't know why hurriedly followed, showing that they were as talented.

The dogs in the village barked, and the other dogs followed, but they didn't know why. - Lu Xun

Ning Fei also noticed such a barrage, he just shook his head indifferently.

"There are many ways to move the pen, three-finger pen, five-finger pen, tube grip and so on, and now the most commonly used is the five-finger pen. ”

"The three-finger pen method is the method used by ancient Chinese people to hold the brush. ”

"Su Dongpo once said: 'There is no fixed way to hold the pen, it is necessary to make it empty and wide', that is, there is no certain standard for the method of holding the pen, as long as the palm of the hand is empty, it is convenient to write. ”

"People who don't understand can go to Baidu on their own, and there is no need to show your ignorance in the live broadcast room. ”

Hearing Ning Fei's words, the person who initially led the rhythm really went to Baidu to check.

In fact, he had just started to learn calligraphy, and he also learned the five-finger pen from the teacher, and he didn't understand anything else, but he couldn't help but want to show off.

Now that Ning Fei is so popularized, he suddenly feels ashamed.

Ning Fei was not disturbed by these people.

He holds a pen in his right hand, ready to write.

"There are three states of writing calligraphy, pillow wrist, hanging wrist and hanging elbow. ”

"A pillow wrist is a wrist pill on a table, and a hanging wrist is an elbow on a table with your wrist dangling. ”

"And the method I use is to hang the elbow! This method is relatively free, and you can swing it freely. ”

As Ning Fei said, the elbow is the arm holding the pen is all suspended in the air, and the words written in this way are the most chic and domineering.

"Breeze View!"

Ning Fei's movements were completed in one go, and the brush danced wantonly as if it had a soul under his hands.

He wrote these three large characters on the plaque in very standard block letters.

"So handsome!"

"Really chic!"

"That's a pretty word!"

"I rub, he really knows how to write!"

"What's that word called, yes, pen walking dragon snake!"

"I know this, praise the vivid image of calligraphy, from Li Bai's "Cursive Song Xing": I only see dragons and snakes walking all the time, and the left and right are shocking!"

"Hahaha, netizens are all cultural people, admire and admire. ”

"The pen walks the dragon and snake, and the snake and rat have a nest. ”

"Nest, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon"

"Ryoma spirit!"

Since ancient times, barrage has produced talents, and everyone was still praising Ning Fei's calligraphy, but after a while, netizens began to play idiom solitaire again.

However, the scene of Ning Fei writing calligraphy still amazed many people.

Ning Fei looked at the words on the plaque, and a satisfied smile rose on the corner of his mouth.

Breeze view.

This is his Taoist temple.

Then, he wrote three words on another plaque: Sanqing Palace!

After the words on the plaque are written, the next step is to carve.

words, to enter the wood three points.

The carving of the characters is more elaborate than the wood carving just now.

Ning Fei held a file in his hand and began to engrave again.

This is the plaque of Qingfeng Temple, which represents the façade of Qingfeng Temple.

He didn't want to make the plaque domineering and aggressive, but he hoped that the plaque could also be generous and square.

Therefore, when he does lettering, he does it with emotion.

He was so selfless immersed in the lettering.

The little falcon no longer knows where to run to play, and every time the little fox is working hard, he will lie on his stomach and quietly close his eyes to recuperate.

In the end, the two plaques were completed, and Ning Fei looked at the plaques he had made with his own hands and smiled with satisfaction.

"Tomorrow I have to go buy something, paint, glaze, seal wax, a new Qingfeng Guan plaque, it's done!"

"Congratulations to Lord Ningguan. ”

"It's really amazing, I watched the whole process and was breathtaking. ”

"A tribute to traditional craftsmanship!"

"This is the master!"

At the same time, in a small city, a middle-aged man with some vicissitudes of life looked at Ning Fei in the live broadcast and smiled happily.

"It's really promising, much better than me, I know that this kid will be extraordinary in the future, Qingfeng Guan is in his hands, and he will definitely be able to carry it forward. ”

"What's the smirk? Hurry up and wash the apples, and Jia Qian will be back in a while. Behind him came the voice of a middle-aged woman, which sounded a little nagging.

"It's coming, it's coming. The middle-aged man was counted, but smiled happily, and hurriedly got up to wash the apples.

.......

Early the next morning, Ning Fei turned on the live broadcast as usual.

He first went to exercise in the morning for a while, then took a shower and had breakfast.

At this time, he received a phone call, it was the ranger Zhou Peng, a colleague of Yong Tao.

"Hey, Ning Fei, did Yongtao go to you?" Zhou Peng's voice was a little anxious.

"Yongtao, didn't he go to pick up Lao Zhang? Why, didn't he go back?"

"yes, I didn't answer his calls, I was dying. Zhou Peng said again.

Ning Fei realized that something was not right, so he asked again: "Then, ranger Lao Zhang, has he gone back?"

"No, there isn't. I've contacted the search and rescue team and the armed police, and I'm worried that something might be wrong on their side. ”

"Okay, I got it. ”

After hanging up the phone, Ning Fei was a little uneasy.

In the depths of Qinshan Mountain, there is no way for cars to pass, which means that the personnel of the search and rescue team can only search inside on foot, and such progress will undoubtedly be very slow.

"Yongtao ......"

"I'm getting married, and the bride is Lin Fang, hehe. ”

"You're my best man, no problem that day. ”

Thinking of Yong Tao's words, Ning Fei didn't hesitate.

"Gotta go see what's going on!"

Then, Ning Fei quickly changed into hiking boots, picked up his mountaineering bag, and by the way, took his Sumu bow, and rushed to the depths of Qin Mountain.