Wei Ming closed his eyes, reviewed the essence of regular script inherited by Lin Kui, and found that he had absorbed all of them through a whole day's hard work.

- No wonder the last few lines are so well written! Well! That's not a delusion! I'm sure I'll be able to break through......

After Wei Ming finished summarizing, his emotions were high and he was full of confidence.

Brush!

Spread out a brand new piece of rice paper, hold the brush, dip it in ink, and write down a large italicized "positive" character.

After looking at it for a moment, he muttered to himself: "Well, it's very well written, and the result is great!" Come again......"

Suddenly, the word "Yong" appeared on rice paper.

This character, the famous one, not only contains all the strokes of Chinese characters, but also contains the mystery of the "Yongzi Eight Methods".

There has been a conclusion in the calligraphy world: Yongzi is the foundation of all calligraphy; If you don't write Yongzi well, you can't become a calligrapher.

Wei Ming once copied countless "Yong" characters, and after many years of persistence, he could write each Yongzi dignified and generous, with a rigorous structure and reasonable layout, but he could never achieve Zhongzheng and peace.

This is a sign of the completion of the foundation of regular script and the breakthrough of calligraphy, and it is also the high requirement of Wei Hai.

If paper is skin, ink is flesh and blood, strokes are bones, and pen edges are tendons, then, what is Zhongzheng Peace?

Soul!

This is the highest state of regular script, and it is the premise and key to open the world of artistic conception!

Wei Ming stared at the word "Yong" on the rice paper, and felt that it was very pleasing to the eye, with an indescribable closeness and softness.

Zheng Huanghuang stood behind Wei Ming, poked his head out, and silently watched Yongzi.

He closed his eyes for a while, opened them for a while, the expression on his face became more and more gentle, the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more obvious, and the emotions in his heart became more and more peaceful.

――Breakthrough? Is this true?

Wei Ming still didn't believe it, wiped his eyes, and confirmed again and again, looking at it from all angles, it was finally pleasing to the eye, and he couldn't find a trace of stiffness.

- Finally a breakthrough! Sixteen years of hard work and perseverance have finally come to fruition......

Wei Mingqiang pressed down the urge to jump up, took a deep breath continuously, calmed his mood, and after a long time, he wrote down more than a dozen words "Yong" by "brushing and brushing".

Then, pick the bones in the egg, carefully find the differences, and carefully evaluate.

The next moment.

Wei Ming threw away the brush, danced with his hands, jumped and jumped, and giggled happily!

It's totally a jubilant rhythm!

He was so happy!

He couldn't help but be happy!

From the age of four, Wei Hai asked Wei Ming to recite three hundred thousand.

From the age of six, I was required to practice calligraphy with a brush, and until now, it has been sixteen years!

For sixteen years, the water used to grind the ink was measured in tons; Writing paper, in tons; Even the inkstone has been replaced several times due to wear and tear.

In this, how much hard work, how much sweat, and how much persistence, only Wei Ming knows.

Now, once a breakthrough, the level of calligraphy fully meets the requirements of my grandfather, how can I be indifferent?

At this moment, Wei Ming's joy broke through the sky!

The heart is full of lungs, the heart is full of stomachs, and they are all sweet and honeyy tastes.

Brush!

Brush!

Brush!

Three drawers in a row, falling down!

Wei Ming activates three Chinese characters in a row,

Transmit.

Spread of the biography.

Sow.

Spread of the broadcast.

Confer.

Granted.

Up to now, Wei Ming has activated a total of 11 Chinese characters, which is only the last one short of the 12 required by the Dao Weapon.

By this time, it was already evening.

Wei Ming was busy all day, hungry, but he didn't bother to eat at all, he just wanted to find someone to share the happiness of his calligraphy breakthrough.

It's a pity that Zheng Huanghuang is a layman in calligraphy, and he can't experience the fun and communicate the mystery of calligraphy.

Wei Ming was itching, took out his mobile phone, and dialed the traffic police Ke Minhong.

"Ah Hong! Come to 'Hanmo Fragrance' immediately, I have something important! ”

In the mobile phone, Ke Minhong's reply came: "Brother Ming, I just happened to find Boss Zhang, and at this moment, I will drink tea in Hanmo Piaoxiang!" ”

"Okay! You wait, I'll be there right away! Wei Ming wrapped up the rice paper, left the presidential suite, and went to find a fellow believer.

…………

Xia You County. Licheng Town. Fuxing Road.

Most of the shops here deal in cultural goods, known as a cultural street, not only the pen, ink, paper and inkstone of the four treasures of the study, but also a variety of calligraphy and calligraphy, and even the calligraphy and painting works of celebrities.

Hanmo Piaoxiang is such a shop, and it is a time-honored brand for decades.

It is said that the current Boss Zhang is the apprentice grandson of the late celebrity Mr. Li Geng.

Mr. Li Geng is a painter, not only famous for the theme of immortals and Buddhas, but also works landscapes, fine flowers and birds, is an all-rounder in the field of Chinese painting, known as "Southern Li and Northern Qi".

To this day, Xiayou County still leaves the tourist attractions of "Li Geng's Former Residence" and the cultural heritage of "Li Geng's Painting Institute".

In short, Mr. Li Geng is a big man in the cultural circle, and he is known to women and children in Xiayou County.

When Wei Ming arrived at the store, Ke Minhong chatted with Boss Zhang over tea and negotiated business.

It turned out that Ke Minhong was also a calligraphy lover, and the works he usually wrote were consigned in Hanmo Piaoxiang for 10 yuan per word.

"Xiao Ke, you said you want to raise the price, I don't think it's appropriate!" Boss Zhang shook his head and refused, and explained the reason, "To be honest, your words are not easy to sell, the last time I consigned ten works from me, until today, it has been more than a month, and a total of one ...... has been sold."

Ke Minhong pursed his lips, took out a book from his backpack, handed it to Boss Zhang, and said, "Please take a look at this book!" ”

Boss Zhang casually flipped through a few pages and said, "Oh? A calligraphy portfolio? ”

Ke Minhong raised his head and said in an arrogant tone: "That's right! This is my personal portfolio, just a few days after it was released! In it, regular scripts, official scripts, and line scripts are readily available, and there are even seal carving works! What do you think? I've published books, can't the price go up? No matter how you say it, it has to go up a few dollars! ”

In these years, the people who can publish books are all high-level existences, which is also the capital for Ke Minhong's price increase.

Boss Zhang raised his hand, held the gold-rimmed tortoiseshell glasses on the bridge of his nose, and the corners of his mouth showed an imperceptible sneer, and said: "This collection of works has a very small distribution scope, and it is only issued within the public security system, presumably it is the welfare of the traffic police, and it does not represent anything!" In short, I don't agree with the price increase......"

Wei Ming just walked in, just heard the conversation, and asked, "Mr. Zhang, can you let me take a look?" ”

Boss Zhang raised his hand, threw the portfolio to Wei Ming, and said, "Xiao Wei, hello!" ”

"Brother Ming, sit down and talk!" Ke Minhong greeted warmly.

Wei Ming stretched out his hand to copy, took the book, opened the title page, and carefully admired Ke Minhong's work.

After a short time, he closed the book and showed his regular script work without expressing his opinion.

"Mr. Zhang, this is a few Yongzi I just wrote, you are an expert in this area, help me palm my eyes, by the way, set the price, thank you!"

Boss Zhang took the rice paper, unfolded it on the coffee table, and looked at it......

I can't take my eyes off it anymore!

Ke Minhong came to the front, his eyes focused on Yongzi, looking at the regular script where the ink had not completely dried, and suddenly, he felt that his work was not as good as a piece of!

-- Compared with the two, the difference between cloud and mud is a judgment!

At this moment, the two onlookers turned out to have exactly the same idea.

Wei Ming's heart was sour, with a smile on his face, he was very proud, and he couldn't bear to interrupt the appreciation of the two, and quietly waited for them to come back to their senses.

Ke Minhong felt sorry for himself, and for a while, he couldn't recover.

Boss Zhang is well-informed, and he is the first to "wake up", and his mouth is an amazing offer.

"Two hundred yuan per word, how much you charge! And pay at the letter, never default! ”

Such an offer represents the market recognition of the calligraphy world, which is of great significance to newcomers.

However, today's Wei Ming, who is confident, doesn't care about this little money at all.

"Mr. Zhang, if I write a "Tanka Xing", is it the price of each word?" Wei Ming remained silent and asked casually.

"Haha...... Cao Cao's "Short Song Xing" is familiar! Boss Zhang shook his head and chanted poetry, "When you sing about wine, what is your life?" For example, the morning dew is bitter in the past. Be generous ......"

Wei Ming interrupted directly and read out the last sentence: "...... Zhou Gong vomits and feeds, and the world returns to the heart! 128 words in total, how much is it? ”

――I don't believe that you are willing to spend 25,600 yuan to collect my "Tanka Xing......

Boss Zhang frowned, and flickered: "Talking about money hurts feelings!" ”

Wei Ming was-for-tat, and immediately retorted: "It costs money to talk about feelings!" How much is it, give a good word! ”

"Twenty-five thousand six!" Ke Minhong came back to his senses, made an offer on behalf of the old boss, and looked at Wei Ming's eyes, full of admiration and respect.

"No, no, no......" Boss Zhang shook his head vigorously, almost didn't throw off his tortoiseshell glasses, "It's 3,000 yuan!" ”

Generally speaking, words and paintings are valued differently.

For newcomers, the price is based on the number of words, and the size of the paper is rarely considered, which is the opposite of painting.

Cao Cao's "Short Song Xing", the whole poem is 128 words, Wei Ming can completely do it in one go, and every word is the standard of neutrality and peace.

The average price of such a work is definitely higher than that of a single Yongzi.

If Wei Ming is famous enough, it is not uncommon for a work to sell for tens of millions.

Boss Zhang is greedy for profit, and he clearly bullies customers and doesn't understand common sense.

Moreover, Wei Ming just heard that Boss Zhang refused to raise the price, like a fish in his throat, he didn't vomit or feel unhappy, and he wanted to help Ke Minhong get back face.

You must know that the reason why Ke Minhong picked up a brush, practiced calligraphy, and studied Chinese culture was because he was influenced by Wei Ming in high school.

In a sense, Ke Minhong is Wei Ming's disciple, of course, he has to maintain face.

This is called "the disciple has something, the master obeys his work", with the growth of the disciple, it will be "the master has something, the disciple obeys his work" to give back.

To put it bluntly, it is to help each other in interpersonal communication.

No, as soon as Ke Minhong heard the black-hearted purchase price of 3,000 yuan, he put on an attitude of "the disciple obeys his work".

"Boss Zhang, you are embarrassed to say such a price, it is simply a black face for Mr. Li Geng! If the old gentleman had known about it, he would definitely beat you to death with a stick! Ke Minhong shouted loudly, deliberately making things bigger.

The place where the three of them drank tea was in the lobby of the store, not in a separate reception room.

At this time, it was only six o'clock in the evening, and there were still many customers in the store.

When the customer heard the shouting, he turned his head to look sideways, but no one stepped forward to ask.

From the back of the store, an old man in his seventies walked in.

The old man, wearing a purple-brown Tang costume and carrying a "civilized stick", gradually approached the three of them and asked, "What's the noise?" ”

Looking at his appearance and listening to his words, it is clear that he is a "cultural person".

Boss Zhang stood up and replied respectfully: "Dad, we are talking about the price, nothing important......

"Talk about business, talk about business, why do you hide my master?" The old man asked with a frown.