Calligraphers mostly start from regular script, such a classic small block script, not to mention copying a thousand times, at least a hundred times is the minimum. The forty-four lines of "Le Yi Theory", no matter how bad the memory is, the whole article can't be memorized, so many hundreds of times to copy it, the first six or seven lines, have already been ripe.

"Most people in the world talk about it from time to time. The husband seeks the meaning of the ancient sages, it is advisable to take the big one who is far first, it will be roundabout and difficult to pass, and then it is already possible, and the interest of Le's is not exhausted, and the inferior ......"

These don't need to be deliberately memorized, but things that come when you open your mouth and write when you pick up your pen, but Zhong Yue looks at the content on the big screen as if he has been exposed to it for the first time.

Yes. Zhong Yue has not copied this "Le Yi Theory", and today he is learning from Xiaokai, and he is not looking at the image of who is coming to the post, what is written in the content, familiar and unfamiliar, in fact, there is not much difference.

Writing will have a big impact, but Xiaokai will not.

Yun Hui obviously saw the reason why Zhong Yue raised his head frequently, and frowned and sighed, "This kid is too confident. The content is set to "Lingfei Sutra", not to mention the result, at least I am familiar with it with the pen, how can I be so arrogant and choose "Le Yi Theory"?"

Yun Hui had obviously investigated Zhong Yue and knew that such a fledgling teenager was from Huizhou, and he had won the championship of the Municipal University Student Grand Prix because of a brilliant "Liujia Lingfei Sutra".

On the other hand, Wang Ge, he is too familiar with this "Le Yi Theory", from childhood to adulthood, I don't know how many brushes have been wasted, let alone reciting, even the posture of the pen, he has formed a fluent and coherent gesture, no need to spend extra energy at all, directly write it fluently.

The rat whiskers in Zhong Yue's hand are both fine and very easy to use. He could even feel the friction of the subtle movements of the pen when the force of the pen was flipped.

Twists and turns, this is a secret realm that Zhong Yue has not reached before, and after he has mastered two lines, it has finally been realized!

He clumped up the rice paper he had written, tossed it aside, and with some joy took a new ribbed slip.

However, the people sitting in the seats didn't know what happened to Zhong Yue, and they all shook their heads and sighed.

"This kid's mentality has exploded......"

"Really, if you don't have the ability, don't choose unfamiliar content, and arrogantly choose Le Yi, it's really young and vigorous. ”

The host, who was filming the whole process, said softly: "Now the two masters are already creating, but the challenger seems to have made a mistake, and the previously written works have been crumpled into a ball and discarded aside." Mr. Wang Ge is methodical and steadily creating with his pen, and he sees that the situation is very unfavorable for Mr. Zhong!"

When Zhong Yue started writing for the second time, his whole mental state was even better.

The momentum is coherent, although there is no connection between the words and the words, the strokes and the strokes, but they echo each other from afar, containing hooks, and the mysterious brushwork of the Tang people twists and turns, after Zhong Yue used the secret rat whiskers, it was finally reached!

Zhong Yue didn't even want to look up at the text anymore, for fear that such a state would be interrupted. Fortunately, in such a classic book, Wen Zhengming also has a copy of the work, Zhong Yue directly turned on the system holographic projection, with the assistance of light and shadow, he can completely understand the full text.

As for Wumen Xiaokai's brushwork, he doesn't have to care about it at all, because he has completely abandoned Wen's delicate tactfulness. The urgency of the nine potentials of the gods, combined with the agility of the rat's whiskers, has completely reached the height of the twists and turns of the Tang people's penmanship, this penmanship that even Wen Zhengming dreamed of, Zhong Yue has reached!

In this wonderful state, Zhong Yue's mood tended to be quiet, if it was in the past, after a breakthrough, excitement was inevitable, but the high-quality artifact produced by the system had a calming effect, so he was able to do it like water.

The law of Xiaokai is the standard.

If the law is broken, then even if the strokes are elegant and flexible, it is a sick pen.

There is no why, this is the rule of the book.

It is precisely for this reason that none of the modern calligraphers specialize in regular script. On this mountain, there are too many giants, and the law is rigorous, and no one can compare with it, or even surpass it, so since the Ming and Qing dynasties, there is no real regular script everyone born.

It was only in the last decade that this pattern came to an end.

With the revival of traditional Chinese culture, all kinds of "pseudo-masters" have sprung up, Wang Ge is naturally one of them, in the calligraphy business empire in Shanghai, he is ****!

It's been a long time since I've written such a long book, Wang Ge's palms holding the pen are slightly sweaty, and his arms are a little sore. After a short pause, the disciple immediately served fragrant tea.

"Master, use tea. ”

Wang Ge put down his pen and saw that Zhong Yue on the other side was still engrossed in writing, and the tea moistened his throat.

"Master, you put 10,000 hearts, that kid's mentality exploded, he just wrote one, and he lost it directly. You've won. ”

Wang Ge smiled and handed the teacup back, and continued to write, only more than thirty lines, and the last paragraph had to be completed. Wang Ge breathed a sigh of relief and began to write.

Zhong Yue moved the paperweight, put the pen aside, closed his eyes and carefully experienced the feeling before.

The audience on the side no longer had any hope for Zhong Yue. Because Zhong Yue looked up at the content or something before, and after the mentality exploded, he didn't even look at the content, and he was writing blindly at first glance, what good work could he write?

In Zhong Yue's mind, a wooden bridge and a white goose appeared.

Tranquil and tranquil.

The white goose plays in the water, sometimes quiet, sometimes moving.

Technique, art.

Wang Xizhi's brushwork, although praised as a frightening and pretentious dragon, is rarely called "Wang Ti".

The details of each stroke are varied, each stroke is wonderful, and each stroke is different, twists and turns, this is not a fixed brushwork, Zhong Yue carefully felt the mysterious feeling of Fang Cai.

Wang Ge dropped the last stroke, looked up at Zhong Yue, and frowned unconsciously.

Asleep?

What are you pretending to be!

Seeing that both of them had stopped writing, the sound of rustling on the side sounded.

"What is Zhong Yue doing here?"

"It's really interesting, just now with such a big tone, when you really want to show your strength, you will show your stuffing? I really don't know what the media spread before?"

"Brother, the current media, nine out of ten sentences, can you believe it. But this kid's lacquer book is really good, it's just this little Kai, it looks like he's going to lose miserably. ”

Wang Ge stood up, "Hey, Mr. Zhong, are you resting?"

Zhong Yue opened his eyes.

"I'm done. ”

Wang Ge smiled, "I know you're done, the camera, and now you can start doing the show." ”