When he got up in the morning, Zhong Yue bathed and changed his clothes.

I paced back and forth in the peach forest several times, holding a small note with a list of questions, and the questions that were already going to be asked were planned in minutes. Some of them are focused on the questions, and a few alternative questions are added at the end, so that there is nothing left to ask before the time is up.

Sweet potato wedges are boiled on a small stove, and although they are roasted fragrantly, they are troublesome. Zhong Yue, who is a lazy ghost, still chooses to cook and eat, which is more convenient.

The water was already boiling to the point that it was almost half lost, Zhong Yue turned off the small stove and entered the system.

I redeemed the ticket for everyone's book.

"Does the host use tickets?"

"Yes. ”

"Which master of calligraphy and painting does the host want to consult?"

"Jin Dynasty, Wang Xizhi. ”

If you hit a snake and hit seven inches, you have to ask someone who understands. Wang Xun didn't open his mouth, instead of using this ticket to pry Wang Xun's mouth open, it was better to ask Wang Youjun directly.

A door of light suddenly flashed out of the green grass.

The timer on the top has begun to count down.

"Oh my god, I'm not ready!"

Zhong Yue quickly rushed into the light gate.

After a short period of whiteness, I gradually saw the scene.

The farmhouse is idyllic, and the cottage is pleasant.

"Wang Xizhi doesn't live in the Langya tribe?"

Zhong Yue pushed open the firewood in the small courtyard and saw a bearded and elegant man sitting quietly by the pool.

A stone monument stands next to the pavilion.

I think it's a thunderous goose pond.

"Wang Youjun, born Zhong Yue in his later years. To make a long story short, I would like to ask a few questions during this visit. ”

Wang Xiyi, who was sitting sideways, looked leisurely and complacent, teasing the white goose that came ashore from time to time, "You ask." ”

"Is Wang's brushwork hidden in this goose pond?"

"yes. ”

"Sir, let me watch the geese, what do you want to see later?"

Wang Xizhi's wide sleeves were placed on his knees, and he looked sideways with a smile, "Goose." ”

“……”

The answer was so good that Zhong Yue was speechless.

"Is there a connection between the goose and the brushwork? ”

"Look at this goose, how spiritual. ”

"Yes, very spiritual. But no matter how spiritual it is, it is also a goose after all, the right army, and the qualifications of the late generation are dull, and I can't see any calligraphy-related brushwork. ”

Wang Xizhi still sat with his sleeves inserted, "I heard that Taiwei Zhong, the ancestor of Ruzu, borrowed Cai Yong's nine potentials from Wei Dan back then, but Wei Dan refused to give it, and Taiwei Zhong beat his chest and feet, spitting blood. Later, Wei Dan died, and Taiwei dug his grave and got the penmanship. Since then, calligraphy has become more and more sophisticated, and I want to depict them with calligraphy when I see anything. Now that the gods and men of yours are blessed with nine potentials, is there anything more exquisite than this?

I let you watch the goose because I want you to understand a truth, I like geese, and I also like calligraphy, so when I look at geese, I always want to use calligraphy to depict it. ”

"That Wang's line of regular penmanship ......"

Wang Xizhi turned sideways and looked at Zhong Yue calmly, "Brushwork is not easy through the ages, don't you understand?"

Daigo's empowerment disrupted Zhong Yue's overall plan.

Yes, penmanship is not easy through the ages.

Nine potentials of gods and men, yes, am I stupid?

Zhong Yue thought in his heart, eager to get more penmanship system, but he forgot one of the most important things, that is, penmanship is not easy through the ages, regardless of the line of Kaicaoli, that is, the penmanship evolved from the nine potentials of the gods, as long as he understands the nine potentials of the gods, isn't it one law, then all the laws are passed?

He suddenly thought of a very important question, and quickly came back to his senses and asked: "By the way, sir, I want to ask, among the nine potentials, there is a stroke of ink rhyme, which takes root and is splendid, what does this mean? I have been thinking for a long time, but I have not been able to comprehend the meaning for a long time, and I would like to ask Mr. for advice." ”

Wang Xizhi was silent for a while, as if he was meditating, but his eyes were dotingly staring at a sticky "little goblin", quacking and screaming beside his clothes.

"Regarding your question, I think I have a very clever explanation, maybe it can help you answer this doubt, but it's a pity......" Wang Xizhi picked up the vegetable leaves and threw them at the white goose.

The goose pond suddenly churned up and down, scrambling to be the first.

"What's the pity?"

Wang Xizhi looked up at the sky, sighed, and muttered, "It's a pity that the time has come." ”

Duang！

Zhong Yue's eyes were white, and he was teleported out of the light gate.

“……”

Zhong Yue sat on the green grass and was speechless for a long time, "Damn!"

The dignified scholar also brings such a deceptive person?

Procrastinating for time, making it clear that you don't want to talk about it......

This is really, one can trick people more than the other!

Zhong Yue spent five million worth of tickets and got an answer that was not the answer, and his whole heart was dripping blood.

He sat on the grass and watched Mo Yun gradually reveal his true face.

Skimming the pen.

Turning.

Astringency.

Horizontal scales.

……

Finally, Mo Yun fell to the ground.

Landing and taking root.

The roots are born and the flowers are brilliant.

What's missing?

Zhong Yue still didn't understand, what was missing?

Zhong Yue, who was a little distraught, entered the place where the Langya Wang clan gathered, sat on the wooden bridge, and sat on the Goose Lake.

After sitting for a long time, his buttocks were numb, so Zhong Yue stood up, and when he was tired of standing, he leaned on the stake.

"If you like it, imitate it......"

Zhong Yue withdrew from the penmanship system, took a color page of "Clear Post When the Snow is Fast" from the bookshelf on the side, and carefully scanned it with wide eyes.

"It's not like a goose, the old king is bluffing me!"

He walked over to the long table beside him, picked up his pen, and dipped it on the ink disc.

Looking up, I saw the small lotus mountain covered with green trees.

"Imitate it?"

The tip of the pen fell on the paper, Zhong Yue's index finger moved, and the ink was scratched.

Pen.

He put the pen aside, "Still can't do it......"

If it is a fine brushstroke, Zhong Yue can easily integrate the brushwork into the painting, but it is difficult to use abstract brushstrokes to encompass all natural things.

Zhong Yue sat at the table, fished out the white potatoes that had been a little cool, peeled off the skin as thin as a cicada's wings, and gnawed it down.

"Wang Xizhi, is there a special illness......

He scolded a little unpleasantly.

The cell phone rang.

Zhong Yue pressed the hands-free button and ate the sweet potato.

"Xiao Yue. ”

"Brother Ye?"

"I can hear it. ”

"There's a note. ”

"Haha, the chairman and his wife are about to get married, and I want to invite you to come to Songhu to watch the ceremony. I haven't been in touch for a long time, I'm a little busy, and I'm afraid that the upcoming start of school will affect your studies, so let me ask you what you mean. ”

Zhong Yue smiled, what is this called?

Coincidentally, I opened the door for my mother, and I happened to be home.

"Brother Ye, I was about to report to the East China Academy of Fine Arts, and I happened to come to Songhu, and the high-speed rail tickets were bought. ”

"Really? I knew I was going to send a plane to pick you up. ”

Zhong Yue was speechless for a while, and the special plane ...... Isn't he a head of state, can he use such a big show?

"No, I'll be here in two days. ”

"Well, remember to call me when you get to the train station, and I'll pick you up. ”

"Good. ”

Zhong Yue finished eating the sweet potato, hung up the phone, and got up to pick up the pen.

Huanghuali paper is pressed down.

The pen walks the dragon snake.

The momentum is like the Milky Way under the Nine Heavens.

Dahao flipped up and down, and the ink rhyme spread fearlessly between the papers.

Zhong Yue had never written such a large size, and the entire four-foot propaganda was covered for him to vent wantonly.

Five big characters leap out on the page.

"I'm a bird, your uncle."