I have to say that Zhong Yue's lacquer book has been practiced to the essence.

Because there are not many people in the world who practice lacquer books, and those who practice to the essence have basically never heard of it. The calligraphy is inherited in an orderly manner, Qin Seal, Han Li, Tang Kai, these are marked with the characteristics of the times, but the lacquer book only belongs to the Jin Nong, not to an era, it is a thunderbolt, breaking through the traditional law.

It's not difficult to break the rules, but it's hard to establish your own rules after breaking the rules, which is another level. However, the threshold of lacquer books is too high, and in the era when the penmanship is lost, it is not easy for Zhong Yue to write to such a height.

Sitting in the self-study room on the fourth floor of the Youth Palace, Zhong Yue leaned against the wall and took a nap. The wind of the air conditioner drove the spider silk hanging on the blinds. There was only Zhong Yue alone, and the classroom was extremely quiet.

Twelve yuan an hour, even if there is only Zhong Yue in this classroom, and he turns on the air conditioner so extravagantly, it is still profitable. He entered the system and glanced at the plot hints in the taskbar. The lost quest of the stele has been stamped with a completed red stamp, but there are three question marks in the reward prompt, just like the last ancient painting.

What does the question mark mean? The system doesn't give any hints.

The main interface of the system has been replaced with a prairie, which is a bit like the classic interface of Windows. However, looking at the past in the distance, it is a lonely place, yellow sand, mountains, sunset, there is a kind of desert lonely smoke, the long river sunset is round.

Zhong Yue remembers that although the previous penmanship system has changed, the main interface of the system is monotonous colors, and now such an interface with rich artistic conception is the so-called reward?

In the blue sky, a rhyme of ink was crossed. In just a moment's time, Zhong Yue saw such a stroke, but he had already set off a shocking wave in his heart.

What was that just now?

Why did an ink rhyme actually make him feel the signs of the sky cracking?

Another one!

This one comes from afar. In Zhong Yue's pupils, it seemed to have traveled through time and space, even he couldn't describe why there were such simple strokes, which made him feel like he was standing on a fast subway, watching the surrounding scenery pass quickly.

Not again!

This time, Zhong Yue saw an even more amazing picture!

A stroke of ink fell on the grass, and a gorgeous wildflower bloomed!

Is this a system effect?

Yes, it's definitely a special effect of the system!

Zhong Yue waited for a long time, and there was no such weird ink rhyme, so he slowly entered the small block penmanship system, and somewhat absentmindedly copied the ink version of the "Lingfei Sutra" Xiao Kai.

"No, why are you absent-minded today?"

Zhong Yue put Xiao Hao on the ink disk, if it wasn't for an NPC, Zhong Yue really didn't dare to reveal what he had seen with his own eyes just now. "Mr. Hengshan, is there really that kind of brushwork in the world that is like opening the sky, penetrating time and space, or falling with a single stroke and all things are born?"

Wen Zhengming sat on the side, his hands in his sleeves, looking at ease with an old god.

"Yes. ”

Zhong Yue's heart froze, "Really?"

"Naturally. The penmanship was passed on to Cai Yong by the gods, and later he wrote "Nine Potentials". However, the penmanship of the gods, not only that, even Cai Zhonglang, can not use words to describe the mystery of the penmanship. There may really be a calligrapher's penmanship, which can reach the secret realm of breaking the earth and making flowers with wonderful brushwork. ”

Wen Hengshan only guessed that the statement that the gods passed on the penmanship to Cai Yong was undoubtedly a myth by later generations of calligraphers, but what Zhong Yue saw just now was definitely a means close to Xianxia and fantasy! Perhaps, this is just a special effect that exists in the system.

Zhong Yue didn't believe that there was really such a penmanship, he could reach such a state, and he didn't believe it even if he was killed.

In the copying of "Lingfei Sutra", in fact, Zhong Yue has been more or less in contact with Wen Zhengming Xiaokai's penmanship. The twists and turns of the Tang people's method of using the pen, Zhao Mengfu can't do it, and Wen Zhengming can't either, so what should I do?

Brushwork is important, but it is not the whole story. Wen Zhengming's Xiaokai is described by the words "gentle and pure", which is extremely appropriate. Although it can only do twists and turns, it can be regarded as an amazing stroke.

Zhong Yue observed for nearly an hour before slowly exiting the penmanship system, but what made him astonished was that after reaching the proficiency level of thirty percent, he observed for a full hour today, and it didn't rise at all!

Hit a bottleneck so quickly?

This caught Zhong Yue off guard. You must know that when I first wrote the lacquer book, it was only when I reached 90 percent proficiency that there was a bottleneck, but this Xiaokai, who was actually 30 percent proficient, encountered a bottleneck!

Jin Nong, who sells calligraphy and paintings on the streets of Yangzhou for a living, still looks like he has no desires, Zhong Yue also thinks, when will he have half of Mr. Dongxin's open-mindedness, and he can sit on a large box of Grandpa Mao, and write books with a heart, haha......

He told Jinnong about the problems he was experiencing.

"It's normal. The big Kai in the Kai and the small Kai are all attributed to the italics, and one law is all the same. ”

"That's ......"

Jin Nong put down his pen, put his hands behind his back, and said solemnly: "I told you, Xiaokai is not a teacher of Wen Hengshan, why is he not obedient?"

"Uh...... Speaking of which, Mr. Dongxin may not believe it, but Mr. Hengshan forced me. ”

“……”

Zhong Yue exited the Jinnong chat room, and he felt a little relieved in his heart. If Wen Zhengming Xiaokai has practiced the essence, if he comes into contact with other italic penmanship in the future, he should not be so handy.

Withdrawing from the system, Zhong Yue shivered coldly. He walked over and turned up the temperature of the air conditioner to get some water. The gelatinity of Yidege ink is still too thick for writing small letters. This is especially true in dry, air-conditioned rooms. The few ink ingots that Ouyang Kaishan brought were used to practice the pen, which was really a bit of a waste, and it seemed that he had to patronize Boss Pang's shop again.

Zhong Yue turned his head and saw the woman sitting in front of the guqin, and he always had a creepy feeling. Dressed in a student uniform, a white shirt with a knee-high dark blue skirt, and stockings pulled up to his calves, he hadn't seen such a dress for a long time......

This man...... It can't be a ghost, right? Why can I meet her here every time? Zhong Yue remembered the ghost stories his father told when he was a child, and some female ghosts were hidden in some piano or painting, and they specialized in hooking up with little scholars.

Zhong Yue, who grew up under the red flag, picked up his mobile phone and took a picture of her in the corner of the window. I've heard that ghosts can't be captured in the camera.

Seeing the quiet figure sitting in the sun in the camera, Zhong Yue wondered again.

Under the sun, don't you really panic?

He had wanted to ask more than once.