A line of calligraphy masters was very convinced by the words of Wu Dongmin, president of the Calligraphy Association.

Even if he didn't say it, these people would have set this poem of Youxian as a well-deserved champion of this national calligraphy competition.

After hearing Wu Dongmin's words, Xie Hao felt raised his eyebrows, glanced at the people present, and said loudly:

"In vain, you people have always regarded themselves as masters, but in front of real masters, they are just frogs at the bottom of the well...... Do you know that this work is just one of the works that people don't care about and are ready to throw away and write scrapped!"

I don't care, it's still a scrapped work!

For a while, everyone present trembled and couldn't help but speak.

"Where is this master, I want to visit this calligraphy genius!"

"Me too, I have a lot of confusion about calligraphy. If this calligrapher-level person can point me out a sentence or two, my calligraphy will definitely go further!"

"Xie Hao, it's better to be happy alone than to be happy with everyone, you should quickly talk about the residence of the strange calligrapher!"

"In this life, I am persistent in the pursuit of calligraphy, if I can meet the calligraphy stranger, look at his peak works, it is considered that there are no regrets in this life!"

......

Although this honor does not belong to him, he is deflated by the few people around him who have always been arrogant and think that they have reached the top of calligraphy.

The eager little eyes looked like ants on a hot pan.

Xie Hao's heart was still very cool, he was immersed in this kind of joy, and after a long while, he spoke:

"This little brother lives in Linshui Village, at the foot of Nanshan Mountain, he is a hermit, and he is also an Internet celebrity who knows a lot of skills!"

"So what are you waiting for, let's go!"

"yes, I can't wait!"

"Since I was sixty, I have rarely been hungry for something!"

"As the saying goes, seeing words is like seeing people, I think that a person who can write such chic handwriting must be a person with extraordinary bearing!"

Xie Hao knew these masters, although he didn't have a very good relationship with him.

But they all have a devout heart for art.

So, regardless of the fatigue of driving the car all the way over, as well as the matter of throwing works, he said to the group:

"This little brother, tomorrow morning, should still go up the mountain to write, since everyone's interest is so high, let's rush over overnight and wait!"

The group was all smiling and nodded in agreement.

Wu Dongmin, president of the Calligraphy Association, wanted to keep Xie Hao and let him finish the work of You Xianshi before leaving, but he couldn't stop the enthusiasm of the group.

After Xie Hao politely rejected Wu Dongmin, he drove the group towards Linshui Village.

As for some of the apprentices of the calligraphy masters, Xie Hao was afraid that there would be too many people, disturbing He Chang's purity.

I advised these masters and didn't let them go.

The group drove until more than three o'clock in the morning, and then they arrived at the foot of the South Mountain in Linshui Village, and slept in the car one by one.

......

As the sky turned white, several high-pitched cries of snow-feathered chickens came and went.

In Tian Yao's house, He Changzai carefully put aside a big white leg she had on his body, and got up to dress.

Prepare to take the pen, ink, paper, inkstone, music puppet, tea set and other guys on the table, go up the mountain to the small pond, and continue to copy the poems of the immortals.

At this time, Tian Yao stretched out his hand and grabbed He Changzai and said:

"I'm so bored here, where are you going, can you take me with you?"

He Changzai frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and said in a deep voice:

"I'm going to write, practice calligraphy, and enter a state of emptiness and selflessness, since you want to go, I'll take you with me!"

"Yay!"

Tian Yao said very happily, and then began to get dressed.

He Chang watched Tian Yao become a woman, and his heart was hot when he saw that Tian Yao had developed a more and more excellent figure.

At this point, things like practice, mind calm, forgetting, and so on are completely forgotten.

The only thing I want is to live a lifetime, to act spontaneously and freely.

If you always trap your heart, you will be unhappy.

So, the hot-eyed Asahi Yao walked over.

"You guy, early in the morning, ......"

Tian Yao's face turned crimson, and his body shrank slightly.

Next, the spring light in the house is infinite, some sounds come out, and the atmosphere seems very ambiguous.

There are twists and turns, so there is no need to say more.

About an hour later, after He Chang smoked a cigarette, put on his clothes, and took the guy's stuff.

He deliberately wore a goose yellow skirt, tied up his hair, looked cute and cute, and Tian Yao, who still had some blush on his face, went out.

On the way, Tian Yao saw the musical puppet in He Chang's hand, showed curiosity, and asked:

"What are you doing, it looks so delicate!"

He Changzai handed the music puppet to Tian Yao and said:

"Help me get into a kind of ethereal realm, something for listening to songs, there's a button on the back of it, you can give it a try!"

"Baiyun Yellow Crane Dao people, a piano, a sword and a cup of tea, the feather coat is often smoky, and it does not stain the peach and plum flowers in the world......"

Tian Yao turned on the button, and the music puppet began to sing, and she said with a look of surprise: "This little gadget is so fun!"

At this time, the singing directly woke up Xie Hao and others in the car.

He opened his sleepy eyes and happened to see He Changzai's back.

hurriedly got out of the car, called out to the people in the car, and led people towards him.

The other old men, after seeing He Changzai's appearance, all showed surprise on their faces and had expressions of disbelief.

They never thought that the master that Xie Hao was talking about would be such a young man.

He Changzai felt Xie Hao and the others walking towards him, stopped, and waited for them.

After the group walked in, he asked Xie Hao:

"Didn't I give you words, what are you doing with me again!"

Xie Hao was a little embarrassed and said:

"No, my old friends, I want to visit you, so I brought them!"

"Since you're here, come with me to the mountains!"

He Changzai opened his mouth indifferently, and Tian Yao walked straight to the mountain.

After being stunned for a moment, Xie Hao and the others quickly followed He Changzai's footsteps.

After a while, He Changzai arrived at the edge of the small pool, laid out the rice paper, poured the ink into the inkstone, studied it with an ink strip, opened the poem of Youxian, dipped the pen in ink, and copied it.

The group of old men watched intently, and their eyes were about to pop out, as if they were afraid that they had missed something.

He Chang was copying, and at the same time said to Xie Hao and others around him who wanted to speak and stopped:

"I know what you're here for...... I copied this word for two days, and I realized something. If you deliberately do something, you will often deviate from the trajectory of your heart, for the writing thing, you can't force it, but you have to take it seriously, when you take it seriously, you will find that you can enter a deep silence......"

When the calligraphy masters around him heard that He Chang had only copied for two days, he could write the words like the clouds and rivers on the book, and the chic Youxian poems were not far behind, they were all dumbfounded and shocked.

At the same time, listening to his narration, his face turned red with excitement, and he nodded frequently, as if he had realized something.

Tian Yao was not interested in listening to He Chang talking about these profound things.

She fiddled with musical puppets, listened to songs, and looked at the gray streaks that were only the size of her little finger in the water by the pool, looking very happy.