In the Mingyue Tower, the huge white silk could only be unfolded by one-third, and Zhong Yue looked at the huge piece he painted by himself last night, and was a little stunned.

That kind of state is very wonderful, and it is also the realm he has been pursuing, because at that moment last night, the system projected into the real world, and the two seemed to merge! That feeling, Zhong Yue didn't know if it was an illusion caused by his mental overdraft, or it was real, anyway, this painting was indeed painted by himself in that state.

In history, the works of some painters transcended the scope of art expressed by normal people, such as Van Gogh, Picasso, Xu Wei, etc., and later generations vied to imitate them, but they can only be said to be imitated. Similar to "Starry Night", abstract paintings, and green vines splashing ink flowers and birds, they are not so artificial, because they are not normal people, and they have more or less mental problems, and this is how the world exists in their worldview.

Painters, poets, writers, these professions that come into contact with art, have the highest suicide rate, not that only mentally ill people engage in these art work, but people who can become these professions are often sensitive, sensitive is the source of talent, because they can stand in the perspective that ordinary people can't see, so they become art.

Zhong Yue entered the penmanship system and pondered for a long time. In the past, he had always thought that artistic inspiration could only be obtained by chance, but after a series of events last night, Zhong Yue had some ideas in his heart, and he had to find someone to verify them.

"Mr. Hengshan. ”

"No. ”

Zhong Yue walked into the Wen Clan's Pavilion, looked at Wen Zhengming's appearance that had not changed for a thousand years, and said, "What did Mr. see last night?"

"Your calligraphy. ”

Zhong Yue's heart sank, seeing that Wen Zhengming saw things in reality, otherwise how could the calligraphy on this white silk be known to him?

"Please sir. ”

Wen Zhengming smiled and said: "There is merit but no sex, the spirit is not born, there is sex but no merit, flashy and unreal." ”

"Please sir. "Wen Zhengming, the teacher, can be regarded as the most educated teacher in Zhong Yue, Zhong Yue asked him, and he didn't have to pretend to understand in confusion, it would be troublesome to check the meaning afterwards, so it was better to let Wen Zhengming explain it clearly. But in the end, the flashy four words, Zhong Yue heard something.

"What is 'gong'? What is 'sexuality'? As for academic cultivation, the two cannot be one or the other. 'Gong' is the entry, the inheritance of the teacher, and the origin of the book. 'Sex' is to come out, to inherit and to bring out the new, and to learn and succeed. One is endless, and the other is endless. As far as pen and ink are concerned, it should be a person with outstanding skills. As far as the end of the word goes, it should be ingenuity. As far as the rules are concerned, it should be quite spiritual. I've been telling you that it's not just about paper, but last night, I saw something beyond the paper, so I'm proud of you. ”

"Sir, praise falsely. The corners of Zhong Yue's mouth raised a smug arc.

Wen Zhengming shook his head and smiled: "The way of calligraphy is endless, don't get carried away." ”

"Sir, do you see anything else?"

"Something else? What are you talking about?"

"Like a high-rise building?" Zhong Yue looked at the look on Wen Zhengming's face.

Wen Zhengming frowned, "I didn't pay much attention to this." ”

“……”

Didn't you pay attention? Such a big building, didn't you notice? Your old eyes are really shining......

Zhong Yue originally planned to visit Zheng Banqiao, but when he saw that this pair of good friends on the streets of Guyangzhou were talking to people about the price of paintings, he didn't bother. Although Zhong Yue knew that this was the background setting in the system, he still didn't want to destroy such a scene, and he seemed to be very unqualified.

Zhong Yue hadn't talked to Wang Ximeng for a long time. The main reason is that [Wang Ximeng's green landscape painting method] was 100% proficient, so Zhong Yue had little time to contact Wang Ximeng, and this Sao Nian's reputation in history was not as loud as the "Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains".

When you mention "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains", you know, oh, it is one of the top ten famous paintings, but when it comes to Wang Ximeng, many people may not know who is who.

As soon as he entered the mountains and rivers today, Zhong Yue saw the words on Wang Ximeng's long case.

The buildings are lined up one after another, the traffic is busy, and the most glorious night scene adds a thick historical atmosphere to Wang Ximeng's pen.

Seeing this modern city from the pen of the ancients, Zhong Yue couldn't help but think of the painting "Guan Yu Riding a Bicycle for a Thousand Miles", and he had a feeling of being out of order.

"Brother Zhong, it's so beautiful. ”

"yes. ”

Wang Ximeng is even younger than Zhong Yue, in addition to his talent in painting, his mind is younger than Zhong Yue, so when he spoke, his face was filled with excitement, "I always thought that in this world, there is no more prosperous night market than the Great Song Bianjing City, and I saw Brother Zhong's city last night, really, it was too shocking." ”

Zhong Yue smiled, this ancient man thousands of years ago had the most intuitive evaluation of the modern city.

Thanks to the times, thanks to technology.

"It's just that the air is not very good, and after I went there last night, I kept coughing and my nose was very uncomfortable......

"......" Zhong Yue glanced at Wang Ximeng, is it so exaggerated?

I can't bear such a little haze, what kind of descendants of Yan and Huang are talking about!

"How come, it must be that you are not adapted. ”

"Oh, that's it......"

From Wang Ximeng, Zhong Yue can know that last night, the system and the real world are indeed interconnected!

At the moment of communication, Zhong Yue felt that the pen in his hand had become very sensitive, just like when he was in Daqian. Even on the white silk, every pen of the bucket pen, every drop of ink adsorbed on it, Zhong Yue could clearly feel that feeling, that feeling was really amazing.

Calligraphy, from a material point of view, is to control the ink to leave traces on the paper. Therefore, the control of ink law is worth a calligrapher's life to tirelessly explore and forge ahead.

At that moment, Zhong Yue had a sense of reaching the pinnacle, as if he was standing at the head of the tide and watching the sun, and the entire world of ink was controlled by him! If this brushwork system could be integrated with reality at any time, Zhong Yue dared to say that the problem of bottlenecks in the future would be solved!

The road of calligraphy is unimpeded from now on!

Zhong Yue looked at the address book in his mobile phone, ready to dial Huang Youwei's phone. The sweet potatoes buried under the charcoal fire, why didn't she eat them before leaving?

This is also the reason why Zhong Yue has never dared to call Huang Youwei, but now, he has to call.

"Hello, you are dialing an empty number. ”

"Empty number?" Zhong Yue glanced at the information on his phone, that's right, this is indeed Huang Youwei's phone.

Zhong Yue flipped to the address book again and dialed out.

"Hello, you are dialing an empty number. ”

"Hell!" Zhong Yue dialed Huang Sanli.

This time, the call was dialed.

"Hey, Third Master. ”

"Zhong Yue, is there something wrong?"

"I've found a cure to save Youngwei, tell me, where did Youngster go?"

"Really?"

"That Liu Lotus, she lived to be fifty-eight years old!"

Huang Sanli choked up and said, "Okay...... Great!"

"Where the hell did Vicky go, and why did the number become empty?"

"She's in Tokyo. ”

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