Is there anything wrong with Russell's words? Yes, none of the works of art that have been handed down were created to cater to the public. This is the charm of art, which can make people fall in love with it.

Is Wei Kai's words wrong? It seems that it is not wrong, as a competition, if the style of your work itself is biased towards the niche, then according to the rules of the popularity voting of the preliminary round of this competition, Zhong Yue will suffer a lot from creating with lacquer books.

This is equivalent to you taking the top white truffles to sell in the market, even if you boast about how many days you have, the grocery shopping aunt will still choose ordinary shiitake mushrooms to stew chicken when she sees such an ugly mushroom, this is the reality.

Zhong Yue adopted a compromise method, that is, the way of combining lacquer books with small letters. This form of creation is not something he created in a different way, there has been such a calligraphy format before.

Some fonts themselves can only be suitable for writing large characters, and the payment is made in ordinary regular script or cursive, which exists in many calligraphy works.

Once the format is decided, the next step is to present it according to the prescribed theme.

The theme of this preliminary competition is "Youth". This is a very broad topic, and it is also the most relevant to the college student group. Creation often comes from the first inspiration that bursts into the mind. Seeing the word youth, Zhong Yue couldn't help but think of a modern poem of the same name, one he liked very much.

Many modern calligraphers, in order to show their extremely high "artistic bacteria", began to write poorly, and the pen in their hands can no longer be described as a pen walking dragon snake, it is simply a sheep madness plus convulsive graffiti. This is the case with Yu Tianshun, a famous calligrapher that Zhong Yue knew, and he couldn't understand what he was writing at all.

Although there is wild grass in calligraphy, wild grass also pays attention to chapter and penmanship. Some modern calligraphers who want to attract people's attention have completely lost their rules, and with a wave of their hands, the ink falls wherever it counts, and even the way to hold the pen has become the appearance of a mentally retarded broom.

Coming out of the calligraphy classroom, Zhong Yue prepared to continue back to the self-study room of the Children's Palace. Here, in addition to the time bomb of Russell, there are also many "black fans", ready to expose his whereabouts to the post bar at any time. Now Zhong Yue has a nickname on the post bar of Huida - chicken steak tycoon.

Chicken steak is naturally because Zhong Yue gave the chicken steak shop in Frey Square a banner before, and as for the tycoon, it was the ruthless means of the Hui Da Tieba being ruthlessly exploded that night, which made the bar friends feel the terrifying "strength" of this calligraphy enthusiast, so it has this nickname.

The people who came up from the fourth floor were still bustling, and there were very few people. In the study room in the corner, Zhong Yue sat down and entered the system. The nine potentials of the gods, Zhong Yue still only looked at the ink of the brush, he first peeked at the doorway, and he was still very jerky about the use of the brush, even Wei Kai could clearly see that Zhong Yue Xiaokai's style was disobedient.

If the overall style of Wen Zhengming Xiaokai is compared to the handsome and comfortable Xiuling in Jiangnan, then Zhong Yue's brushstrokes taken from the nine potentials of the gods and men are like a waterfall above the nine heavens and flowing down 3,000 feet, which is difficult to combine together. It's just that Zhong Yue's mastery of the god-man pen is not in place.

The brush can be like a rainbow like a flying stream, or it can be a dwarf pine that grows obliquely on the cliff on a small hill. The waterfall can't match the delicate mountains, but the dwarf pines can, and that's a combination of art.

Brushstroke, not a font, it's just a gesture. It can exist in official script, regular script, line script, cursive script, and even landscape Chinese painting.

If one law is passed, all laws can be used.

This is the Nine Potentials of God and Man!

What Zhong Yue has to do now is to learn the essence of this sweeping pen, instead of just copying cats and tigers.

Sitting on the lawn of the system for more than half an hour, Zhong Yue waited for the ink rhyme that flew from afar.

When the pen reaches the danger, it jumps out.

On the top of Xiu Mountain, the dwarf pines that grow obliquely, and the green bamboos that break through the soil between the strange rocks, these images continue to emerge in Zhong Yue's mind. After feeling it for a long time, Zhong Yue slowly got up and entered the small Kai penmanship system to observe the Xiaokai of Wenheng Mountain.

This time, he paid special attention to Wen Zhengming's treatment of the "丿" painting, although Wen Zhengming did not know the law of the nine potentials of gods and men, but as a generation of calligraphers, he naturally had his unique and brilliant places, and Zhong Yue could naturally learn from them and confirm each other.

Wen Zhengming stopped writing, put it aside, raised his head and asked, "No, do you know that the teacher taught you Xiaokai, and used the "Lingfei Sutra", not your own style?"

Zhong Yue thought for a while and said, "Mr. said before that if you understand the Lingfei Sutra three or four out of ten, then Xiaokai can be a great success, and I think this Lingfei Sutra is outstanding and unique. ”

Wen Zhengming shook his head and said, "It is not easy to use a pen for eternity, but the derivation is infinite. Looking at the way of calligraphy in ancient and modern times, can there be exactly the same existence? You and I learn Wumen Xiaokai, in the final analysis, the final style of calligraphy, or your own, so whether it is to take the "Lingfei Sutra" or the work of the teacher, it is the same truth, you have to carefully experience it. ”

"Thank you, sir, for your teachings. ”

"Do you remember the first thing I taught you?"

"It's hard for Xiaokai to be more than generous, and he has to be able to accommodate his heart. ”

Wen Zhengming nodded, "You and I are masters and apprentices, this is the end of the fate, and the rest can only rely on yourself." ”

The penmanship system returned to the darkness, and the Wen Pavilion dissipated, leaving only a black shadow of Wen Zhengming, waiting for Zhong Yue Xiaokai to regain its brilliance.

Jin Nong's lacquer book left Zhong Yue Yicheng with room for development, but Wen Zhengming left Zhong Yue with Qicheng.

This is an unfinished answer sheet, waiting for Zhong Yue to write it himself, but there is no standard answer.

After withdrawing from the system, Zhong Yue sat quietly for a long time.

"It's not easy to use a pen for eternity. The two kings have the law of the two kings, Wen Zhengming has Wen Zhengming's own law, and Jin Nong has Jin Nong's calligraphy, so what is his pursuit?"

When Zhong Yue thought of this, he didn't think about it anymore. If you think about it any longer, it becomes ethereal. Since it is not easy to use a pen for eternity, then he learned Xiaokai, so he used Xiaokai's penmanship, Xiaokai's both, Xiaokai's ink color, and Xiaokai's paper to write Xiaokai.

When the problem becomes complicated, it becomes the best direction to use simplified questions to get closer to the truth of the problem. It was still the Lingfei Sutra that was rubbed for a moment, and Zhong Yue began to write the book.

The sound of the guqin sounded in my ears.

Zhong Yue looked back, gestured to Huang Youwei's eyes, and walked over to raise the temperature of the air conditioner.

"If it's cold, you can open the window. ”

Huang Youwei was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt with a floral navy blue skirt underneath, which looked like a Guqin, like an antique woman who came out of the painting.

"Thanks, I'm fine. ”

Zhong Yue turned around and picked up the pen.

"The greeting card was nice and grandpa loved it. ”

Brushing the pen across the paper, Zhong Yue turned back sharply.

"Who are you?"