Zhong Yue sat quietly in the study of Cultivation Xuan, which was the quietest place in the entire Buqi study.

Zhang Daqian's painting method, Zhong Yue is not very eager to understand, after all, Zhang Seng Xuan, as the ancestor of painting, has passed on the essence of Chinese classical Chinese painting to Zhong Yue, as for the later splashing ink technique, and Xu Wei is the originator of the mountain, it can be said that Zhong Yue as long as he concentrates on experience, and when he is proficient in painting, he will not lose to any modern person!

He entered the newly formed Zhang Xu wild grass brushwork system, now, Zhong Yue, who is no longer a beginner, it is impossible to say that he has entered the system, and then to contact the basic things, just like a high house, now the basic things Zhong Yue has come step by step before, and what he has to do now is how to go further.

Although cursive is a piece that Zhong Yue has never dabbled in, no master has taught Zhong Yue cursive, but the fluctuation of the cursive pen is related to emotions, the mood is indulgent and the pen is naturally fast, and the calligraphy has been exhausted and naturally stops, so when the line of writing is fast, it is close to the taste of cursive.

But add a crazy word before the grass, which is different from ordinary cursive.

"It's in ...... Cloud?"

After Zhong Yue entered the penmanship system, he actually found that it was not an ordinary ancient scene. He originally thought that in the Tang Dynasty, he might walk in the capital market of all countries on Chang'an Street and visit Zhang Xu, the chief of Jinwu, but he really didn't expect such a cloud meeting. However, Zhang Xu was a long history of Jinwu in the Tang Dynasty, but only Zhong Yue knew that in Daqian, this grass saint was the youngest saint in thousands of years.

"The students met Zhang Changshi. ”

The wide linen clothes stretched into the clouds, and the figure with his back slumped, as if the old monk had settled down, had not moved for a long time.

Zhong Yue guessed that maybe he didn't hear it, so he took a few steps closer and continued to salute, "Student......"

"Writing cursive script does not have a regular method, and it is easy to lose the normative law; if writing regular script does not bypass the cursive meaning, then it is difficult to call it a good product. Regular script uses dot painting to form a form and express emotions by turning, while cursive script uses dot painting to reveal the spirit and form a body by making a turn. If cursive writing is not used well, it will not be able to write well, and if regular script lacks the skills to draw, it can still be written. The two forms of writing are different from each other, but their rules are broadly similar. ”

Zhong Yue stood up straight and listened to the sage's teachings, "Please teach me, sir." ”

"Cover all the differences, cut into one phase. ”

"Encompassing all the differences, cut into one ......" Zhong Yue muttered to himself, although this sentence is just eight words, from the surface understanding, it is all-encompassing, and then it is shown with the simplest stroke, but ......

"How can students be cut if they are stupid?"

Mai turned.

Zhong Yue looked up, and in the sackcloth was actually a young man with a white face, although there were few taels of flesh, but he was very spirited, and his thick eyebrows were messy and broad.

"Fast and simple. ”

Zhong Yue looked at the dry branch in Zhang Xu's hand, frowned, and said, "Changshi, this branch in your hand is ......"

"Here you come. ”

Zhong Yue walked over. In front of Zhang Xu was actually a plate of sand.

"Grass mastery, not a day's work. Madness, it's just the posture I use to write my chest, and as for the law of cursive writing, it's hidden in this pan of sand, you can feel it yourself. ”

Zhong Yue took the branch handed by Zhang Xu and sat opposite him, looking at the plate of sand, a little dazed.

"Embracing all differences, cut into one ......" He held the branch in the posture of holding the pen, wanting to drop this pen in the sand table, which is a simple painting.

It's a pity that he didn't leave any traces.

"How is that possible?"

Zhang Xu smiled: "Feel it yourself." This plate of sand is left to you to finish it yourself. ”

Only Zhong Yue was left in the entire cloud.

Zhang Changshi ...... Zhang Changshi?" Zhong Yue shouted twice, the further this goes, why are these masters more and more irresponsible, and they will be stumbling at every turn.

He was a little puzzled, why couldn't he leave a mark on this sand table?

For the cursive method, Zhong Yue can come into contact with the most common is Wang Xizhi's "Grass Decisive Hundred Rhymes", which describes the cursive line of the stroke, the reason why it is said to break the degree of regular calligraphy, is because the cursive has become its own chapter, not like the line of calligraphy, close to the regular method, can be recognized.

But this sand table obviously does not mean that the traces of the grass method can be left on it, and the rest of the brushwork cannot be retained, the key to the problem Zhong Yue still can't grasp it, this grass sage left him too little information, this sand table, Zhong Yue's current mastery of the grass law, is far from meeting the requirements.

He tried many times, no matter what, he didn't leave a trace on the sand table, Zhong Yue even said that he suspected that this was a fantasy, not real sand at all, but when his hand reached over and touched the real sand grains, he was stunned again.

"Run away halfway through the words, this is sheep-herding teaching?" Zhong Yue withdrew from the system and sat quietly for two hours, it seemed that he had gained something, but he didn't seem to have gained anything, so he could only take his time.

Huang Youwei went back to Huizhou first, as for Gu Qin. It seems that he has taken Sasha to do his hair today, Zhong Yue looked at the calendar, and remembered that he was going to see Qin Bin today, so he packed up and prepared to go out.

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Yongxin Antique Street

"Zhong Yue, do you really want to teach him calligraphy?"

"Or else?"

"I mean, can you heal his leg......"

Zhong Yue looked at Qin Hai's eager appearance and said, "I think it's more important to treat the heart than to treat the leg now. I think, what I mean, Qin Lao, you should understand. ”

"Well, then Xiaobin will leave it to you. ”

Zhong Yue shook his head and walked into Qin Bin's room.

"Today we learn the basics of writing. ”

When Qin Bin saw that it was Zhong Yue coming in, he didn't shout like before, but turned his head sideways and said, "I have been learning calligraphy since I was a child, and I know all these basics." ”

"Oh, that's it, that's the best, it saves a lot of work. What kind of books did you study?"

Zhu Suiliang, "The Holy Order of the Wild Goose Pagoda". ”

Zhong Yue was a little surprised, "Who gave you the calligraphy you chose, learn such an unpopular font." ”

"My mom ......"

Zhong Yue said: "It seems that your mother also knows calligraphy. Okay, you write a few words, and I'll see your level. "Before, Zhong Yue saw the desk, and there were four treasures in the study room on it, thinking that it was placed by Qin Hai before, but now it seems that it is for Qin Bin. It's no wonder that Zhong Yue told him to teach him calligraphy before, although he was surprised, he didn't mean to object, it seemed that he was learning calligraphy.

Zhu Suiliang's regular script, also has a high attainment, is one of the four major regular script in the early Tang Dynasty, the reason why Zhong Yue said is unpopular, is only relative to the study of regular script, the majority of those who learn Yan style, European style, and willow style, as for the study of "Zhu Ti" is relatively few.