At this time, someone said into the microphone, please improvise your creations, and then communicate with each other after the creations.

Moreover, there are many famous calligraphers from all over the country present today, and they will give on-site guidance.

Also, whoever wants to ask for Mobao can go to the host to consult the runge fee of each "master".

Zheng Yun knows that Runge is the cost of buying calligraphy and painting works, which is usually calculated according to how much money per square foot.

Nowadays, some masters' calligraphy works cost tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, and one square foot, in fact, those people rely on some other fame to sell words.

For example, many famous actors, after practicing calligraphy for a few months, a piece of calligraphy was sold for millions.

And many people who have worked hard for decades only sell for a few hundred yuan a piece of writing.

However, those who rely on other fame to sell calligraphy, when they die, those works will be thrown directly into the trash, resulting in the loss of those who do not know calligraphy.

Zheng Yun looked around, but saw that there were really all kinds of people attending the pen meeting today, including old people in their eighties and nineties, and children in their seventies and eighties.

If Chinese culture is declining, only when you get here, can you see the prosperity of some Chinese culture.

The tables were all set up on the spot, and the hostess helped spread the paper, pour the ink, and everyone began to create.

Gao's mother also had to pull Zheng Yun to write, Zheng Yun said that when he moved the goods before, his hand hurt a little, and now he can't write, so he took the opportunity to flee and wander around.

He walked a big circle, the more he looked, the more angry he became, he was taught by his father since he was a child, and he still understands some truth, calligraphy is expensive in nature, and it is most taboo to be pretentious.

He saw that almost all of those people were writing in line and cursive, with a violent, pretending posture, full of paper and dryness, and the more he looked at it, the more disgusting he became.

In the case of those children, they should be practicing regular script to lay a foundation at this time, but they also write big wild grass, not to mention the quality of those things they write, it is completely to pull out the seedlings and help them, and they have completely gone the wrong way.

As he walked, he came to a bearded man in his fifties, but he saw that he was carrying a large "bucket", soaked in thick ink, and then as if he was fighting on paper, he wrote wildly, and the ink was so large that it was almost impossible to see what the words were, as if he was creating a splash of ink painting.

There were many people around him, all watching him write.

After a while, when the man finished creating, the men suddenly shouted in unison, "Good!" and applauded.

"What's good!"

Zheng Yun is really inexplicable.

However, such a work was actually bought by a businessman.

Zheng Yun was depressed and curious, consulted the person who bought the words, and learned that the person who wrote the words was a famous calligrapher of the Huaxia Calligraphy Association, named Tao Xiaoyun, and sold the works of those four characters for 20,000 yuan.

"Spend 20,000 yuan to buy this broken word, isn't it stupid, it's better to buy 20,000 yuan of hand paper!"

Zheng Yun thought about it, only to feel that Tao Xiaoyun seemed to be cheating money.

This Tao Xiaoyun's business is still very good, and several people have bought his words one after another.

Zheng Yun really couldn't stand it anymore, and walked around again, but he didn't see a few people who could write neatly.

After some time, the host announced that those "masters" were invited to guide calligraphy enthusiasts on the spot.

Those masters began to walk among the crowd one by one as saints as emperors when they arrived in the people, giving teachings from time to time.

When the calligraphy lovers met the masters, they listened to the hadith one by one, just as schoolchildren met the saints.

Zheng Yun only felt that such scenes were very funny.

He finally slipped to Wang Boyuan, and saw that his writing was also in Ou Kai style, although it was very ordinary, but one stroke and one painting were regular and legal, which was very respectable.

Mrs. Wang smiled at Zheng Yun and said, "Zheng Yun, how about reading what your uncle wrote?"

Zheng Yungang wanted to speak, but a calligraphy master suddenly said to Wang Boyuan: "You can't write like this, it's too rigid, there must be changes!"

The person who spoke was that Tao Xiaoyun, and in his tone, he was extremely disdainful of Wang Boyuan's regular writing.

Wang Boyuan looked at the other party, and immediately smiled, and said: "Oh, Mr. Tao, you give me some pointers, I can't practice calligraphy!"

Zheng Yun saw that Wang Boyuan knew Tao Xiaoyun, and it seemed that this Tao Xiaoyun was quite famous.

And Tao Xiaoyun doesn't seem to know Wang Boyuan, otherwise, even if you are a famous calligrapher, and you are not as old as the other party, you will generally not face a character like Lao Wang with that kind of elder attitude.

Tao Xiaoyun raised his chest and raised his head, pouted slightly, and said, "Just look at your words, have you been practicing Tian Ying's calligraphy?"

"Yes, yes!"

Tao Xiaoyun immediately looked bored, and said: "Can he still practice that character? Write a thousand words the same, no change, rigid and stupid, no aura!"

A young disciple of Tao Xiaoyun continued: "As far as Tian Ying's character is concerned, ordinary people can write to his level after a few months of practice, and what they write is like printing words, poisoning teenagers!"

He spoke in a loud voice, as if he had deliberately made it possible for everyone to hear.

Many people didn't know whether they really understood or faked, and nodded in agreement.

Zheng Yun's brows furrowed when he heard this.

Although he doesn't practice calligraphy anymore, after all, he has practiced in the past, and he has feelings for calligraphy, and he has a good aftertaste of the experience of practicing calligraphy, and he misses his father, and he usually pays more attention to the news about calligraphy.

Tian Ying he knows, that is the representative of contemporary orthodox calligraphy, known as the first person in contemporary Oukai.

The so-called orthodoxy means that he followed the ancients step by step, did not make any innovations, and did not rely on eccentricity to win attention, which fully embodied the extremely profound basic skills and knowledge.

Tian Ying's handwriting, from the perspective of ordinary people's appreciation, is extremely beautiful, and now under Tian Ying's influence, almost hundreds of thousands of people have joined in the study of calligraphy.

Naturally, there are many children among them, who write in a regular manner, but they are said to have been poisoned by Tao Xiaoyun's students.

Zheng Yun suddenly said to Tao Xiaoyun: "Do you think you have a lot of changes in writing that thing? Do you know what Gongkai is?"

The so-called Gong Kai is an extremely neat regular script, that is, the skill is deep to a certain extent, write the same word, no matter how much you write, each word is not much different in dot painting and structure.

This shows that the person who writes has a strong control, and the ancient calligraphers are so required to practice calligraphy, requiring that the written characters should be doubled with the calligraphy, that is, exactly the same, so as to practice solid basic skills.

Tao Xiaoyun was about to go crazy, but because of his identity as a "master", he always had to behave more self-contained, his eyes were about to stare on the ground, but he didn't speak.

He didn't speak, and his student quit, and said angrily: "My teacher is a member of the Calligraphy Association and a famous calligrapher!

Zheng Yun was dressed in a courier uniform, which naturally aroused strong dissatisfaction among those who prided themselves on elegance.

Zheng Yun smiled and said, "Oh, you are this kid's student! Was your teacher a painter before? I see that he writes with a very good style of painting!"

"You!"

Tao Xiaoyun's disciple was so angry that he couldn't speak, and at the same time, Zheng Yun suddenly noticed that the flesh on Tao Xiaoyun's face jumped a few times, looking at his expression, as if he had talked about his previous work, he immediately smiled and said, "Look at this kid's appearance, he may have been a painter before!"