Ye Yichen looked at Nalan Zijian coldly, "I don't care what kind of caution you're playing, first, don't contact Zixuan alone, and second, don't tell Zixuan that Lu Shanmin is in Tianjing, otherwise don't blame me for being polite."

Zhu Chunying frowned slightly, and said with a little displeasure: "Yichen, Zijian is not a child who doesn't know what to do, the two children have had a good relationship since childhood, and they are not allowed to talk alone if they haven't seen each other for a few years." ”。

Seeing that Ye Yichen still had a cold face, Zhu Chunying sighed secretly, "Yichen, more than 20 years have passed since the events of the previous generation, not to mention that the affairs of the previous generation have nothing to do with Zijian."

Nalan Zijian smiled, "Yes, little uncle, I am different from my parents, and you don't know that my pattern is much bigger than theirs."

Zhu Chunying's personality has always been gentle and graceful, the two have been married for more than 20 years, and Yimo rarely blushes, seeing that his wife is a little unhappy, Ye Yichen also feels a little unkind.

In fact, he couldn't tell whether it was because of what happened back then, or because he didn't like Nalan Zijian, I don't know why, he always felt that this nephew was too scheming and ill-intentioned, so he hired a water army to let Zixuan be on the hot search, he always felt that there was a conspiracy in it.

Seeing that Ye Yichen softened, Nalan Zijian struck while the iron was hot, "Little uncle, you know a little bit about the grievances between Lu Shanmin and the Nalan family, how could I push Zixuan into the fire pit."

Ye Yichen didn't believe Nalan Zijian's words, in his opinion, the entire Nalan family was a group of people who talked and farted, but as Nalan Zijian said, he had no reason to push Zixuan on Lu Shanmin.

But for this nephew, he can't like it in any way, whether it's because of his parents or because of himself.

"In the past few years, Zixuan has received packages from the old man every once in a while, did you ask the old man to send them"?

Nalan Zijian scratched his head, "Little uncle is so smart, even I guessed this."

Ye Yichen snorted coldly, and there was another anger in his heart, "The old man has been a horse all his life, where did he come from a mathematician friend." Say, what is your purpose".

Nalan Zijian looked aggrieved, "Little uncle, why do you always like to think of me in a bad way."

"Hmph, are you a good person?"

Zhu Chunying saw that Ye Yichen was angry with Nalan Zijian again, and glared at Ye Yichen, "Yichen, listen to what Zijian has to say first."

Nalan Zijian sighed and said, "Little uncle, I know that Zixuan prefers permutations and combinations and probability, and it just so happens that I know a mathematics professor at Tsinghua University, so I asked my grandfather to send some information to Zixuan."

Zhu Chunying echoed: "If I want to see, if it weren't for the information sent by Zijian, maybe Zixuan wouldn't have been nominated this time."

Ye Yichen was silent for a long time, "Then why don't you send it directly?"

Without waiting for Nalan Zijian to speak, Zhu Chunying said: "You stinky temper, do you dare to send it directly."

Nalan Zijian said with a smile: "Auntie, I can't blame my uncle for this, I spent the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain."

Zhu Chunying glared at Ye Yichen with disgust, "Look at how open-minded Zijian is, but you, who are too narrow-minded as a little uncle."

Ye Yichen was quite unhappy in his heart, "You mean that my villain's heart has passed his belly as a gentleman."

Nalan Zijian hurriedly said: "Where, where, I just did what an elder brother should do."

Ye Yichen stared at Nalan Zijian in a daze, and still asked in disbelief: "Are you really just here to help Zixuan"?

"Of course, Zixuan has a part to credit for being nominated for the Fields Award."

Ye Yichen stared at Nalan Zijian's eyes tightly, "Which professor from Tsinghua University, take me to meet."

Zhu Chunying also echoed: "Yes, Zijian, take us to visit when you have time, and thank him."

Nalan Zijian smiled, "No problem, I'll take you there when I go to see my grandfather first, and I'll take you there after two days of repairs."

Ye Yichen's cold face gradually became gentler, and after a while, he said: "He defeated the Xue family in Jiangzhou, and now he has arrived in Tianjing, with your Nalan family's urine nature, you shouldn't let him go."

Nalan Zijian put away his smile, "That's the matter of Ziran and my second uncle, the reason why I separated from the Nalan family is that I don't want to pay attention to these grievances and grievances, I believe that it is enough for them to be angry with him, and half of the Nalan family should be enough for him to take revenge." To be reasonable, it was indeed the Nalan family who couldn't stand him back then, and the two didn't help each other and didn't harm each other, and I could only do it to this extent."

"It's rare that the Nalan family still has a conscience." Although Ye Yichen's words were not very good, his tone was much softer.

Nalan Zijian smiled, "It's rare to get a praise from my little uncle."

Seeing Nalan Zijian's indifferent look, Ye Yichen couldn't tell whether he believed that Lu Shanmin could destroy that half of the Nalan family, or was very confident that Lu Shanmin would not be able to shake it at all, so he was not worried at all, but whether Lu Shanmin was dead or alive, whether the Nalan family was dead or alive had nothing to do with him, and he didn't need to take it to heart.

Nalan Zijian said with a smile: "Little uncle, I didn't expect you to care about him."

Ye Yichen frowned slightly, he didn't know why he suddenly mentioned Lu Shanmin, maybe it was because Lu Shanmin was born poor and similar to him, which made him have a certain degree of bias, not to mention that he was also happy to see the Nalan family unlucky. For a while, he thought that if it weren't for the entanglement between Lu Shanmin and Zixuan, he might really appreciate him.

"His life or death has nothing to do with me."

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On the third day, Lu Songtao couldn't wait to make an appointment with Lu Shanmin, and also made an appointment with several well-known people in the calligraphy world. Lu Shanmin gladly accepted the invitation, not only because his surname was Lu, but also because he was also a calligraphy lover, who had been practicing calligraphy alone for so many years and had never been in contact with anyone in the calligraphy world, and he was also interested in seeing what kind of level these contemporary calligraphers had.

Lu Shanmin has seen Lu Songtao's calligraphy works, and it is indeed very beautiful, but it is only limited to beauty, in the words of his grandfather, it is in vain and lacks charm. This is not because his calligraphy skills are not good, in fact, his calligraphy skills will be quite high, whether it is Wang Xizhi or Zhao Mengfu or Song Weizong's thin gold body, it can almost be fake and true. But imitation is always imitation, limited to life experience, and always lacks a ray of soul.

Lu Songtao fully demonstrated the pride of the rich son, a simple calligraphy exchange symposium, was arranged in a five-star hotel luxury conference room, a simple and heavy long table, the pen, ink and paper inkstone on the table, everything is a fine product, especially the inkstone on Lu Songtao's table, the ink fragrance is thick, the color is bright, and it is a valuable antique at a glance. Everyone's eyes, including Lu Shanmin, showed greed when they saw the inkstone.

Lu Songtao naturally introduced Lu Shanmin in a grand and high-profile manner, and almost praised him as the most accomplished contemporary calligrapher.

His excessive boasting naturally aroused the dissatisfaction of other people, and each of these people here has been dealing with calligraphy all their lives, how could they believe that a young man in his twenties has such a high level of calligraphy as Lu Songtao said.

Lu Shanmin didn't care about these people's angry expressions, in addition to having the intention to make friends with Lu Songtao, he came today more with an observation and learning mentality.

According to the agenda of the exchange meeting, everyone had to write a work on the spot, and Lu Shanmin was not in a hurry to write, but watched others write with great interest.

Two of them particularly caught Lu Shanmin's attention, both of them were gray-haired and, according to Lu Songtao, were university professors.

Of course, it was not their age that caught Lu Shanmin's attention, but their strange behavior.

One of them opened a beautiful wooden box, and Lu Shanmin thought that it must be a good brush, but he didn't expect that you were facing a needle, which was the smallest syringe for children's injections.

Another person opened a high-end leather suitcase, and instead of pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, it contained a box of bamboo branches, the kind of fine-spotted bamboo that pandas eat.

Lu Shanmin looked at the two of them with surprise and curiosity, and then, Lu Shanmin saw the former solemnly put the syringe deep into the inkstone, slowly and rhythmically pulled the pusher, and the black ink gradually flowed into the syringe along the tip of the needle, until the ink filled the entire syringe, carefully placed the syringe on the table, and then closed his eyes and said something in his mouth.

On the other side, the man took out a pair of scissors to prune the bamboo branches, his movements were very slow, each scissor was very careful, and he tilted his head to meditate as he pruned, like an old gardener thinking about how to prune a potted plant perfectly.

Lu Shanmin glanced at Lu Songtao blankly, Lu Songtao just smiled and motioned for him to continue watching.

Ten minutes passed, the former opened his eyes, his eyes were bright, as if he had been inspired to create, and then Lu Shanmin saw him pick up the needle with his left hand, put his right thumb on the pusher, and steadily pierced a horse step.

With a push of the thumb, a thin stream of ink sprayed out, and at the same time, the horse moved horizontally, his feet moved quickly like crabs, and the movements of his hands followed up, his wrists rotated, and his arms waved, like a set of tai chi, and like a set of broadcast gymnastics.

The man danced and moved from one end of the table to the other, and finished the work in one go. When you're done, stand with your feet together, draw a circle in the air with your hands, and let out a long breath. On the long table, there is a patch of mottled or continuous or broken line drawings.

Yes, it's a picture, because Lu Shanmin looked at it for a long time, and he really couldn't see what words were written.

On the other side, another master holds a bamboo branch, stirring it in a small bucket filled with ink, brushing it like a long sword out of the sheath, if the former is playing Taijiquan, then this master is playing Taijijian, and the swordsmanship is extremely high until the gods.

The bamboo branch sometimes waives in the air and drops a little ink, and sometimes rolls on the rice paper, the shade is appropriate, the same is done in one go, after the dance, the bamboo branch is held high, quite a bit of sword fairy style.

Both masters were smiling and seemed very pleased with their work.

Lu Shanmin's face was white and red, and his mind was messy.

Except for Lu Shanmin and Lu Songtao, all the people present were completed, and the two masters looked at Lu Shanmin in unison, with a smug look in their eyes.

Lu Shanmin couldn't help but ask: "Master, what are you writing, why don't I know any of them."

The needle master smiled, "The pen walks the dragon and snake."

Master Zhuzhi touched his beard and said lightly: "Turn over the river and the sea."

Lu Shanmin couldn't cry or laugh, he really didn't know how to evaluate it.

The needle master raised his head slightly, with an unfathomable look, "This is the school of needle calligraphy that I have been studying for more than ten years, and it has pushed calligraphy to another mysterious realm."

Lu Shanmin didn't say it directly, but he was thinking in his heart, it was indeed mysterious enough, so mysterious that he didn't know a word.

Master Zhuzhi stroked his beard and shook his head and said, "This is a natural school that I created, Chinese characters come from everything, calligraphy does not have to stick to the pen, everything can be made into a pen, the essence of my school of thought comes from the Taoist Taoism nature, and the calligraphy is pushed to the extreme of art."

The others also came over at this time, all of them contemplating and meditating, as if they were savoring the mysterious realm and the ultimate beauty of art.

The two are university professors and seniors in the calligraphy industry, and Lu Shanmin's calligraphy theory level is actually very low, so he can't tell whether this is art or calligraphy. He could only sigh on another level.

"Eight meters of rice paper, just four words are written, it's too wasteful."

As soon as Lu Shanmin's words came out, they seriously damaged the solemn and sacred academic atmosphere at the moment, some were incredible, some were extremely surprised, and the two masters had obvious anger on their faces.

The needle master snorted, "Art is priceless."

Lu Songtao really couldn't hold back his laughter, he was not a master of laughing needles, he was laughing at Lu Shanmin's heartache for rice paper.

Lu Shanmin coughed and said to Lu Songtao: "Second Brother Lu, don't you know that in our mountains, this piece of rice paper is enough for a child to do homework for a year."

Lu Songtao originally wanted to say that this is not ordinary rice paper, if it is converted into RMB, let alone one year, ten years of tuition is enough.

"Mountain people, Master Chen's work is auctioned off, which can help many children in poor mountainous areas to complete their education."

Lu Shanmin sighed and breathed a sigh of relief, "That's not a waste."

Master Zhuzhi's face was very ugly, and he could hear it now, Lu Shanmin was deliberately mocking them.

"Not very old, not small-breathed".

Lu Shanmin really didn't want to argue with these masters, on the one hand, he didn't know anything about calligraphy theory except the set of things his grandfather said, and he didn't know anything about the art of calligraphy and supernatural theory. On the other hand, there is a saying that the other party writes not calligraphy, but he is sure that he cannot accept such calligraphy.

Lu Shanmin said goodbye to Lu Songtao, didn't say anything, and walked out directly.

Seeing that Lu Shanmin didn't even bother to defend himself, the two masters were so angry that they blew their beards and glared, and Master Zhuzhi roared angrily: "Rampant, the young people nowadays are too rampant, too uneducated, and they have no ability at all, and they have no respect for their superiors."

The needle master shook his head helplessly, "The society is too impetuous, and young people nowadays are not willing to learn. It's a pity that it's hard to find an heir for me."

Walking out of the door, Lu Songtao followed, and said to Lu Shanmin with a smile: "I can't see that your level of sarcasm is still very high."

Lu Shanmin smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, I really couldn't help it, besides, I'm just telling the truth, let's not say that it's called calligraphy, such a long piece of good rice paper can write four words, it's too violent."

Lu Songtao said with a smile: "At Tian Heng's birthday banquet, so many people sneered at you and you couldn't bear it, but today in the face of a few old men, you are impatient."

"That's different, at Tian Heng's birthday party, those people are at most insulting to me personally, I can bear it, these old men are insulting calligraphy, I can't bear it."

As he spoke, he asked Lu Songtao: "Do you think they write calligraphy?"

Lu Songtao frowned and thought for a while, "How to say, you can also see my calligraphy level, stuck in a bottleneck and unable to break through, so I contacted masters of various genres, hoping to get inspiration for breakthroughs from different people."

"Those two masters are actually in a similar situation to me, they are quite famous in the calligraphy world, and they have won many awards before, if you look at their previous works, maybe you won't be so angry."

Lu Shanmin frowned, "So they use this way to break through"?

Lu Songtao smiled, "Maybe, but you really shouldn't jump to conclusions so quickly, if you stand in front of their works and observe them carefully, you can indeed feel a trace of mystery and mystery."

Lu Shanmin shook his head, "Maybe I'm lonely, but I really can't accept this concept."

Apologetically, he said, "I hope it didn't cause you any trouble."

Lu Songtao waved his hand, "What trouble can there be, a master who can use money to summon and come and go at any time, first of all, even if the calligraphy is not superior in nature, it doesn't matter if he doesn't contact it in the future." I've been thinking about what you said the night before yesterday for the past two days, and I've got a deep understanding of it. Words are like people, words are people, this theory is not new, but the reverse of people like words, it makes me suddenly enlightened. I've been thinking about it for the past two days, I've been looking outward before, I've never thought of looking inward, and my words haven't broken through, maybe it's because I'm not making progress as a person. I think that if I want to break through the bottleneck of my words, I should not work words, but on people, so I have not practiced words in the past two days, I want to stop writing first, reflect on myself as a person, I think when my person becomes better, the words may naturally break through."

Saying that, he looked at Lu Shanmin, "Shanmin, is my understanding correct?"

Lu Shanmin smiled, "Actually, I don't know if it's right or not, anyway, I think so." However, there is a theory to prove this claim."

"What theory"?

"Wang Yangming's heart is rational and conscience, and it is better to be qualified than to be qualified for himself."

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