In a lounge of Lanting Academy, several people who had a good personal relationship with Liu Tong sat together, looking at the creative details that they had just gotten in their hands, and they couldn't help frowning.

"Who's out of the question?"

"It's not nonsense! ”

Liu Tong put down the detailed rules, "It should be the old president of the Jingbei Book Association." ”

"Him?"

Liu Tong nodded, "Do you still remember the requirements for the 6th National Exhibition?"

"Hehe, even if you don't mention it, we all remember. It's this demon, that year's work, many people are ashamed to participate in the competition, you say, why is this person so damaged? Shaoxing specialty, this, Shaoxing people are okay, what do you let students who are not Shaoxing? It's just unreasonable. ”

Liu Tong put down the fine rules, "I think Chen Tingzhi also has useful intentions, and he will not be untargeted." ”

"Lao Liu, how can you help him speak, now you have to think about what to do with our group of students. What do they write?"

Liu Tong said lightly: "Lanting Collection Preface, Xu Wei's works, these can be rubbed, even if you really don't think of it, Shaoxing's rice wine, fragrant cakes, stinky tofu ......."

"Gotta get it, don't mention the rice wine cake stinky tofu, I have a headache. I still hope that these students can link up with the Lanting Collection Preface and Xu Wei's works you said, but I'm afraid that some of them are illiterate, he doesn't know Shanyin Xu Wenchang!"

"Shanyin Xu Wenchang doesn't know, in Lanting Academy, don't you even know the "Lanting Collection Preface"?"

"I can't memorize it, I haven't posted it, and I'm not in the few. ”

Liu Tong took a sip of tea in the porcelain cup and said slowly: "I think, this is probably the answer that Tingzhi wants." ”

"Lao Liu, why do I get more confused the more I listen?"

Liu Tong tapped his fingers on the table, "This national competition will determine the folk calligraphy exchange of the three countries next year, and the young generation who want to represent our country to exchange and participate in the competition, what do you think of the adaptability?"

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Whether it is a Shaoxing specialty or an unlimited theme, it may not be so important to Zhong Yue. The key is what he wants to write.

The ink ingots brought this time were not a little lacquer. For writing small Kai, a little lacquer of the ancient recipe, the ink color is too thick, in the past, Zhong Yue used the small Kai ink ingots, which are all reduced by the gum, so that the ink color is slightly thinner, so that it will not be too sticker. This time, the new ink he made is more suitable for ink with small Kai and calligraphy.

[10,000 pestles], there are fewer materials in the formula, but more exquisite ink master work at hand. This ink ingot, Zhong Yue still refines it through the system, if it is refined by him in reality, it is estimated that the two arms will be wasted.

The ink ingot touches the surface of the inkstone, making a rustling scraping sound, very light, very delicate, this is the feel that good ink should have, if the texture of the ink is hard and jerky, it is another feeling, just like scraping half of the iron sheet with a broken porcelain piece, not only will it slip, but also very uncomfortable, this feeling, that is the ink of the next grade.

The intensity of the ink, depending on the weight of the wrist force, Zhong Yue felt almost, put down the ink ingot, and led the ink into the ink dish, the scene can use such a person like him to use the four treasures of the study, only half, and half of the people, enjoying the fruits of science and technology and modernization, using chemical ink, although the ink quality is indeed not as good as the ink ingot, but it is convenient. The on-site creation time is so tight, and they have to grind and guide the ink, these time, in their opinion, is a waste of time.

Zhong Yue dipped the secret rat whisker in ink, and was already brewing his pen when he was grinding the ink. He still walked through the town with the feeling of yesterday afternoon, not as a race, but as another kind of travel—a walk of the mind.

What did I want to do when I came to Lanting?

Zhong Yue asked himself.

Zhong Yue simply closed his eyes and calmed down to think about this question.

The people around me have already begun to write. Can't sit still, Shaoxing's specialty, some people naturally thought of Lanting, and then contact Lanting Jixuan, naturally have an idea.

Some people, naturally, can also rub the edge, Shaoxing rice wine, wine, naturally there are too many poems that can be used to quote. Couplets are also such calligraphy and painting competitions, which are more popular forms, with fewer words, and relatively low error rates. There are only two pieces of paper for creation, and if you write a long thing, it will naturally affect the beauty of the overall work because of typos, so people who have experience in participating in the competition will choose some content that is easy to grasp with few words.

Someone looked at Zhong Yue.

It is true that Huamei's students are not outstanding, but this person from Hui University is too outstanding these days, and even in Gome's classrooms, some lecturers will mention this person. Among the professors taught by Gome, some of them walk around Xiling all the year round, so they naturally pay special attention to Zhong Yue's Xiaokai works.

With your eyes closed?

Is this a certainty or a lack of a way to start?

Huang Yiming sat on the lower right side of Zhong Yue, naturally he could see every move very clearly, and a smile rose at the corner of his mouth, this person, I hope he doesn't know anything except the Spirit Flying Sutra, that would be too boring.

The reason why Zhong Yue thinks about these seemingly boring questions is actually very simple, that is, why he wrote such a work. What was his purpose in writing this work?

This brings us back to the most simple question, which is what we create.

This question may seem very pointless and ridiculous, but it is very realistic. Many works handed down from the West, those masterpieces left by professional painters, trace their creative purpose, not to dedicate themselves to art, but to become famous, so that their works can be sold at a good price.

Others simply love painting and love this drawing board.

However, the question in front of Zhong Yue is not whether he loves calligraphy or not, but what he writes calligraphy for.

Awards? This is secondary.

He gradually had a glimmer of enlightenment with the kind of clever thoughts in the town. The ink in the ink disc moved, Zhong Yue picked up the pen, and did not have any practice or idea, as if a person who was about to leave a note at will, and had told the others what he was going to do.

So, the line on the paper reads:

"I heard that Shaoxing rice wine is good, so I will bring two catties of wine and worship Xu Wenchang in Shanyin. ”

After writing it, Zhong Yue scribbled and stamped, as if it was a little too late, these should be secondary things.

He rolled up the pen curtain, closed the inkstone, stuffed it into the leather box, and got up and left.

The last to pick up the pen, but Zhong Yue was indeed the first to get up and leave. Everything seems so casual and natural.