The cold winter is steep.

Zhong Yue stayed in the hotel, he didn't lift a pen for a few days, and when he entered the Langya Wang clan again, the whole scene changed. The Yangtze River in front of you, the tide is wide on both sides, and it goes to the east and never returns.

Zhong Yue is not only full of emotion, but also the Wei and Jin clans, and Jiangzuo Fenghua.

The book of Shengxi, a model for hundreds of generations. Zhong Yue has seen the photocopy of the authentic handiwork of the Lanting Collection Preface, but after the Tang Dynasty, with Taizong entering the earth, the whereabouts of the authentic work has always been a mystery, some people say that it was buried with Taizong, and some people say that it was stolen by the eunuchs and flowed out of the palace, anyway, there is no authentic handiwork.

Langya Wang's family, generations of good books, famous masters, but most of the ink is the original, facsimile or engraved book, the real handwriting is rare, only the "Boyuan Post" authentic handiwork survives, and is included in one of the three Xitang scriptures, but also the only surviving rare book. The other two posts are the book of the saint Xizhi and his son dedicated to the book, the rhyme of the book, whether it is engraved or double-hooked, can not be conveyed at all.

Standing on the bank of the river, Zhong Yue's Hanfu clothes fluttered, like a talented man of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, Wang Xun on the side was old and faint, and he did not put the official robe on his body, but wore a regular suit, sitting on a stool and fishing.

"Sir. ”

"Don't call me sir. As I said, Wang's penmanship, people with different surnames do not have to be commensurate with each other, you and I don't have to be called masters and apprentices. ”

Zhong Yue bowed his hand, "You were born before me, and you were born before you were born later, so you naturally deserve the title of Mr., as for the title of master and apprentice, the teacher can not recognize the disciple, but as a disciple, you can't deny you." ”

Wang Xun shook his head with a smile and sighed: "What a sharp tooth, go, lift the fishing rod." ”

Zhong Yue glanced aside, there was actually an extra fishing rod, and walked over, I don't know what to do today, whenever the scene changes, there will always be something big happening, but whether it is good or bad, Zhong Yue doesn't know.

He and Wang Xun have been studying for several months, if according to the algorithm of the outside world, it is simply a drop in the dime, not worth mentioning the time, to improve calligraphy, three years and five years, it is too normal, such a little time, what can be improved, but in this system, Zhong Yue is too far ahead of others, and even the photocopy of the unborn calligraphy saint's handwriting, he has seen it, and there are more fortunate people in the world than him?

"Sir, Fishhook ......"

Wang Xun's beard was gray, and in that era, he lived to seventy, which was really rare in ancient times, "Shhhhhhhhh ”

Zhong Yue sighed, I don't want to fish in the ditch? Let me learn from Jiang Taigong, and those who wish to take the bait?

This kind of fishing rod without a hook is almost ...... for lobster fishing

Zhong Yue sat on the stool and sat like this. He knew that Wang Xun did it on purpose, and the result was obvious, this would not catch fish at all.

The two of them sat like this, and every time Zhong Yue wanted to speak, Wang Xun raised his eyebrows and glared, as if he dared to make a sound, disturbing the fish, and the old man would slap him.

After sitting like this for an hour, Wang Xun frequently succeeded here, and caught three or four big fish in the fish basket, and Zhong Yue could only give the bait to the fish to eat aggrievedly. Without a fish hook, it is impossible for such a stupid fish to bite all the time, Jiang Taigong's straight hook also has a hook, Zhong Yue doesn't even have a fish hook......

Zhong Yue looked around, and there was nothing that could be used as a hook, which made him have no room to play. Presumably, Wang Xun's intention was not to let him go outside to find a hook to come back, Zhong Yue sat like this.

"Why haven't you caught a fish yet?"

Zhong Yue was so angry, "Sir, you know. ”

"It's the old man who asked you. ”

"Isn't the bait without a hook given to a fish for nothing?

Wang Xun smiled, "Since you can't catch it, why do you still hold a fishing rod?"

"You let me fish. ”

Wang Xun stroked his beard, "Did I really let you take it?"

"Hmm. Zhong Yue began to think about it, he was not a stupid person, Wang Xun's words were obviously drunkards, not drinking, "What does Mr. mean, is it for me to put down my pen?"

"What do you think of yourself?"

The problem Zhong Yue encountered now was that the goal he had set for himself was too high. "Rice Wine Post" came out, the outside world questioned it, and many people were watching how Zhong Yue could continue to be brilliant, too many people were defeated by their own demons step by step under such a lot of attention, and finally fell gloomily.

"I understand that this bottleneck may be difficult to overcome, but I will not put down the pen!" Zhong Yue looked at Wang Xun with firm eyes, this is his bottom line, as long as there is still a breath, the road of calligraphy will not stop!

"Calligrapher, if you stay on your own piece of paper, you will only be a bookmaker for the rest of your life. ”

The sweat on Zhong Yue's forehead was already oozing out.

In the past dynasties, some calligraphers have written all their lives, and finally died, and their masterpieces have been passed down for generations, and some calligraphers have not been sung in their life works, but his contributions to calligraphy are admired. Yu Youren and Li Zhimin, these masters of modern and modern calligraphy, their contributions to calligraphy cannot be measured by one or two works.

But let Zhong Yue give up the pen in his hand, he couldn't do it.

I have written a masterpiece by myself, and then I have to hide my merit and fame? This is also too cherishing of my wings. Others become famous with a book, according to ordinary people, now Zhong Yue should be proud of the spring breeze, as long as the award of the national competition is awarded, and then represent the country to participate in international calligraphy exchanges in the future, which is equivalent to a layer of gold. Joining the Book Association, participating in the Lanting, entering the National Exhibition, step by step, can be seen, not to mention so far, even now, Zhong Yue's Runge may reach hundreds or even thousands of city feet.

Such a brilliant calligraphy is in front of him, even if Zhong Yue can't write a better work than "Huangjiu Post", that hand is still a lacquer book, and even this hand is a "soft gold" that can make his value skyrocket, but Wang Xun persuaded him to put it down?

"Sir, is it a bit overkill?"

Wang Xun looked at Zhong Yue with a straight gaze, and he could see that his heart was furious.

"Did you find the hook?"

"Not ...... yet"

"Can you catch a fish?"

Zhong Yue was silent.

Wang Xun sighed and said: "People are in the rivers and lakes, today I asked you to take a fishing rod, so who will let you lift a pen tomorrow, it's not an easy thing?"

Only if you are willing to let go of yourself, that is true liberation. When you find the hook, why can't you put pen to paper again? Zhong Yue, that's all you have to say, and the rest is up to you. ”

"Pick up the pen...... "Zhong Yue faced the flat river and took a deep breath.

The river still flows eastward, and Zhong Yue is left alone in heaven and earth.

If you find the hook, you have to keep the rod in hand. Zhong Yue still couldn't understand what Wang Xun meant, could he let him seal his pen and not write calligraphy?

Or still!

He took a sharp breath.

In an instant, he understood, this was explicit enough!

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