Self-cultivation leads to a pure heart. When it comes to the world, it is cautious.

This has always been Li Zimu's code of conduct, if you stay alone for a long time, it is inevitable that you will be impetuous, so for how to cultivate yourself, over the years, I have spent countless spring and autumn seasons with him, in addition to tea, there are many more, such as calligraphy.

There has never been a fixed rule for plum wood writing, and what font to write on a given day depends entirely on the mood at the time.

As for the technique, in ancient times, Cai Yong was influenced by the broom to create a grass seal, and Wang Xizhi was influenced by the goose to write his own unique font, and his plum wood technique was written through the perception of the world in the past two thousand years.

Wang Duo, the secretary of the Qing Dynasty's Ministry of Rites, was known as the number one calligrapher in the world at that time, and he still remembers Li Zimu's calligraphy.

"Zimu book, more beautiful than the seal book, more delicate than the official book, more neat than the regular script, more frivolous than the grass, with no edge to win the style, it is the world's first set of masters"

At least Wang Duo is convinced to call Master Li Zimu, but in Li Zimu's opinion, there is really no standard for such a thing as calligraphy.

According to the cultural background of the times, as well as the cultural accomplishment and ideological connotation of individuals, they present different styles of calligraphy, so the characteristics of calligraphy vary from time to time and from person to person, and cannot be generalized. At least that's what Li Zimu thinks.

However, compared to writing, he enjoyed this process more, and even the preparation was a great enjoyment.

Even today, when everything is ready-made, Li Zimu is still not used to using ink bought outside, even if the price is high, he doesn't even take a look, his favorite is still the ink he grinds.

In ancient times, there was no such thing as ink, because anyone who read a little bit of the level generally wrote with their own ink, otherwise why would there be such things as inkstones and ink strips in the four treasures of the study?

The ink block is nothing more than a synthesis of carbon and some glue substances and spices, and the ink strips are similar in various places, but the plum wood is used the most, and it is also Hui ink, because the ink from this ink block is very thick, and calligraphy, thick ink is better.

You must know that even if it is light pen calligraphy, it is also written in thick ink, but the difference in the amount of ink dipped in it, the person who writes with light ink has not yet stepped into the threshold of calligraphy in his eyes.

Grinding ink is actually a very enjoyable thing in Li Zimu's view, if you want to hold the pen steady, you don't need to deliberately practice, you only need to study ink with your heart, and over time you will find that your hands are becoming more and more stable.

Gently cut off a piece of ink and put it into the dragon tail inkstone, Li Zimu picked up the ink strip and slowly grinded the thick piece finely, grinding the ink, must be in a correct posture, press the ink strip with his fingers, and gently press it down.

The speed should be slow, the grinding of ink like a disease has never happened here in Li Zimu, the ink he grinds out is viscous and shiny, even a person a meter away can smell the faint fragrance of ink.

The time to grind the ink is relatively long, but this is not a problem for Li Zimu, the last thing he lacks is time, and after maintaining this posture for an hour, Li Zimu nodded with satisfaction, at this time, the dragon tail inkstone has been filled with fresh ink.

Pulling out a piece of rice paper on the side and pressing it under the inkstone, Li Zimu was just about to dip the Zhuge pen in ink, when the sound of the doorbell rang outside, he frowned slightly, put down the pen and went straight out of the study.

Looking at the middle-aged man standing outside the door, Li Zimufei's lips curled slightly, this Shen Guangwen, why did he think that he came here? He thought about it in his heart, it should be the little fart who didn't know what to do or said something.

"What's the matter?" Li Zimu said as he looked at Shen Guangwen standing at the door, the latter was wearing a black windbreaker and a pair of suede shoes, looking like a successful person, and behind him, there were two bodyguards in suits and leather shoes wearing sunglasses.

The corners of his mouth showed a mocking arc, Li Zimu smiled, people in this year, a little bit of water wants to shake up, for fear that others will not know that he is rich, and he will have two bodyguards to follow him when he goes out. But it's understandable when you think about it, if you do too much bad things, you're always afraid that someone else will come to the door one day.

"You should know me, right? Let's go in and talk?" Shen Guangwen smiled and said, looking at the young man in front of him, to be honest, he didn't have any impression at all, the reason why he knew that he was Li Zimu, or his private detective investigated.

"Okay" Li Zimu chuckled and said, he wanted to see what Shen Guangwen wanted to do, after all, people came from so far away, as the so-called visitor was a guest, Li Zimu was a little interested in this uninvited guest.

"I didn't say that anyone can come in" Li Zimu said with his hands in his pockets against the wall, he was already very generous to let Shen Guangwen in, as for letting his two bodyguards come in, he was not in such a good mood.

"You guys are just waiting outside" Shen Guangwen said to the two behind him without replying, of course he knew what Li Zimu meant, but he didn't refute him, let the two subordinates watch outside, and it was okay to go in alone.

Without waiting for Shen Guangwen to start talking, Li Zimu turned around and walked straight inside, the ink he had just sharpened, his hands had been itching for a long time, he had not been free during this time, and now he was idle and killed Shen Guangwen halfway.

Looking at Li Zimu's back as he turned to leave, Shen Guangwen's expression suddenly became gloomy, how could he be so distracted by the young man in front of him who didn't give him face? But when he thought that his son's death might be related to Li Zimu, he hesitated for a moment and followed.

"Convenient, I don't have tea to entertain you, please Haihan" Li Zimu picked up the Zhuge pen on the table, dipped it in ink gently, and said to Shen Guangwen who followed up without raising his head. If you don't go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing, the person who comes is not very friendly, and he won't give too much face, so it's already good to let him in.

"You're Li Zimu, right? I've heard Lao Xiao talk about you, you shouldn't be a local, right?"

Li Zimu, after the Wang family said it, he began to investigate this person, but even if it was his private detective, the information about Li Zimu found was pitiful, and he only knew that this person was registered in Bashu, but he came back from the United States.

As for the things in the United States, he didn't find out at all, but he didn't take the mystery of the young man in front of him lightly.

So many years of experience in the shopping mall told him that this Li Zimu's background was a little unusual, and although no definite evidence was found for his son's death, it was likely to have something to do with the young man in front of him.