Zhong Yue, who returned home, was exhausted, and it was almost ten o'clock.

Today's gathering, on the whole, is very satisfying to him. In high school career, when I met Lao Cheng and met these classmates, it is still worth remembering, there are some scumbags, just as a clown jumping off the beam, just laugh It is just a joke Although this stupid lack of Zhang Zichao has made him spend more than 6,000 in vain, but Lao Cheng's teachers can accept his paintings, and it is already Zhong Yue who has done his best and is satisfied.

Zhong Yue logged in to the calligraphy system, and when he went to observe the nine potentials of the gods and men in this state, he didn't have any thoughts at all, let alone stupidly go to Langya Wang's family to see the big goose. He entered the mall to see if there was anything that could help him decipher the secret of Wang's penmanship.

On the road of calligraphy, among the Wei and Jin scholars, the Langya Wang clan is too brilliant, brilliant enough to look down on the Confucian and Taoist Confucius, such a centuries-old calligraphy dominance, no penmanship inheritance, how can it be said.

Zhong Yue's achievement point balance is only about 800 points, and the things on the first three pages can be skipped without thinking about it. I didn't think about it, and I didn't have enough to pay the fraction.

The classification page of pen, ink, paper and inkstone, I don't bother to look at it. It's not what he needs most right now.

Zhong Yue jumped directly to the miscellaneous articles on the last two pages. When he saw the proficiency improvement coupon at the top, Zhong Yue was quite excited to be honest.

I used to think that proficiency does not represent everything, so when Zhong Yue perceives the way of calligraphy, he often pays attention to his inner experience, understands the mystery of the way of calligraphy, and thinks that proficiency is just an external manifestation, but after using the proficiency improvement coupon, he found that this is really a good thing.

He can directly give you a new understanding of some misunderstandings and mistakes in penmanship.

This is very commendable, not to say that practicing calligraphy, as long as the accumulation of time, can be more and more level, no penmanship support, even if you practice for decades, are useless, at most in the glyph grasp more sophisticated, because your pen is to poke the wrong, how can the word be written correctly?

However, a proficiency boosting ticket is intimidatingly expensive.

Up to 50 percent, the same stroke can only be used once, and the price requires 18,000 achievement points, this ...... It's too expensive.

Zhong Yue looked at it, the cheapest promotion coupon, five percent, also cost eight hundred points. In other words, Zhong Yue is bankrupt and can buy a five-percent promotion coupon.

Five percent, can he watch geese on the wooden bridge and then realize that he is 100 percent proficient?

Zhong Yue himself did not have this confidence.

Yu Guang suddenly caught a glimpse of an inconspicuous corner, which made Zhong Yue frown suddenly.

"Everyone's book?"

He looked down.

[The host can choose a calligraphy and painting master by himself, and have a fifteen-minute consultation time.] 】

“……”

And this operation!

Zhong Yue glanced at the price, which was also eight hundred achievement points.

Dry, these 800 achievement points can be exchanged for more than 200 catties and 500 catties of ink materials, if they are all sold, according to Zhong Yue's ink-making technology, more than 5 million income!

He finally understood the true meaning of the phrase "every inch of time, every inch of gold".

He withdrew from the mall, not because he was reluctant to exchange it, but in this fifteen minutes, he had to think about the content of the question and who he wanted to ask to explain, what is the relationship between Langya Wang's brushwork and the white goose.

Zhong Yue went to the Wen Clan Pavilion first.

"Mr. Hengshan. ”

"Don't you have a lot of worries, I don't know what it is?"

Zhong Yue said: "Sir, do you know anything about the Langya Wang clan of Wei and Jin?"

"It's too old, and even in historical materials, there is no record of Wang's penmanship. ”

"What about the white goose? I heard that the sage Wang Xizhi is good at raising white geese, and he has insight into the mystery of penmanship from the white goose, is this true or false?"

Wen Zhengming said: "It is true to raise geese, but I learned the penmanship from the white goose, which should be made up by later generations." ”

"Fabricated ......"

If it was made up, then Wang Xizhi asked Wang Xun to take him to the wooden bridge to watch the geese, wouldn't it be a trick on him?

"Don't you really know the secret, sir?"

Wen Zhengming shook his head, "The calligraphy of the saint, no, you are lucky, you lose your life, don't force it." ”

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Zhong Yue walked out of Wen's Book Pavilion and arrived on the streets of Yangzhou, where Mr. Dong Xin rolled up the paper and ran.

"What are you running away from?"

"I won't teach you how to draw!"

“……”

Zhong Yue's request was rejected three times and twice, resulting in Jin Nong's appearance as soon as he saw Zhong Yue.

"No, I wanted to ask, Mr. Winterheart......"

"Don't teach. ”

"No, I mean ......"

"No, it won't. ”

Zhong Yue was speechless for a while, "I just want to ask, do you know the ulterior secret between the Book Saint Wang Xizhi and the White Goose?"

Jin Nong stopped and sat on the wooden bench of the art stall, "This is a silly question you asked. ”

"How?"

"If this is a fabrication made up by later generations, naturally I don't know, if there is really such a thing, then since it is a secret, except for the book saint himself, who can know?"

Zhong Yue was speechless......

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The Municipal Calligraphy Grand Prix came to an end.

The award has been put on hold due to the fact that the school has not yet started. The bronzing certificates and trophies are stored in the Cultural Office.

Zhang Shaolin sat at home drinking tea, at his age, he sat in the cultural center during the day, got together with his son's family at dinner, teased and teased his grandson, enjoyed the joy of family, and already lived a carefree and carefree life.

The landline, which had not been called by many people on the side, suddenly rang.

Zhang Shaolin picked up the phone, "Hey, which one?"

"Shao Lin, me. ”

"Wenshan, what's the matter? It's so late. ”

Fang Wenshan said a little anxiously: "It's a big deal!"

"What's wrong?"

"The king of Xiaokai in Shanghai, wrote an article in solidarity with Zhong Yue, and claimed in the circle that he wanted to ensure that he was admitted to the Youth Book Association!"

Zhang Shaolin frowned, "How could this be?

"I don't know. Before, we let Huang Xu crush others, and this kid didn't move at all, so I felt that something was wrong. Now it's in big trouble!"

"He writes his, and he doesn't fit in with us. ”

Fang Wenshan said in a somewhat hurried tone: "What is not in the line? If we announce the award and let Huang Xu win the first prize, and then the second prize is brought closer to the Youth Book Association by King Xiaokai, think about it, how does the media view and evaluate this matter? If we can't do it, you and I will have to go around without eating!"

Zhang Shaolin was a little flustered, "That Wenshan, what do you say?"

"Tomorrow, I will bring all the people from the Municipal Book Association and re-evaluate them, saying that they were too one-sided and objective before. ”

"This ...... Isn't that a slap in the face?"

"Poked out, this face is probably even more swollen!"

Zhang Shaolin put down the phone in a daze.

The wife who walked over took off her reading glasses, "Shao Lin, how long have you not been in this study? I don't know where the water is leaking, look at it, these rice papers are moldy." ”

"Oh...... I see. ”

"Shao Lin?"

"Huh?"

"Why are you so absent-minded, didn't you still talk and laugh when you just ate. ”

Zhang Shaolin took off his eyes and sat on the mahjong mat, "Chunhua, how long has it been since I touched a pen?"

My wife stuffed a pile of waste paper into the trash, "How do I know, what's wrong? Nervous? Is it sick?"

"You're sick. ”

"You're sick!"

“……”

The two looked at each other and sneered......

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