I didn't expect Xiao Ruotong to move very fast, and she had already come in at this time.

She looked at Zhao Ruxi's words, and suddenly exclaimed: "Oh my God, this is your word?" ”

She ran over, carefully studied Zhao Ruxi's words, raised her head and asked in surprise, "When did you practice?" ”

Zhao Ruxi has been her student. Because the two met in the silver building before class, she also paid special attention to Zhao Ruxi's words when she was in class.

At that time, Zhao Ruxi's words were not even as good as ordinary people, there was no rules at all, and he was relatively ugly, and he knew that he had never practiced calligraphy at a glance.

But at this moment, Zhao Ruxi's words already have the flavor of her ancestors; What's even more rare is that she also has a little bit of her own style, which has formed her own unique charm.

Zhao Ruxi's personality is free and easy, wise and transparent, and her paintings fully reveal this characteristic of her personality.

Now, this characteristic is reflected in her words.

Mr. Ming Cang's words are handsome and beautiful. When Zhao Ruxi copied his words, after learning the essence of this handsome and beautiful spirit, he also added a free and uninhibited and arbitrary atmosphere. But Zhao Ruxi didn't seem to realize this, and when he practiced calligraphy, he tried his best to lean his words into Mr. Mingcang's trap, trying to look like Mr. Mingcang, and didn't dare to release his style.

"Hehe, isn't my original word ugly? I can't see anyone, so I practice calligraphy whenever I have time. After worshipping my master, I practiced more diligently, and I was afraid of dishonoring my master, and when the time came, I ruined a painting when I put an inscription on the painting. You originally gave me a copybook, and then the eldest princess Shangde found a copy of Mr. Mingcang's handbook for me, and I practiced when I had time. I've been practicing for two years now, so I'm sure I'm going to have to make some progress. ”

Xiao Ruotong: "......"

It's been two years of practice!

It's been a long time. There is only a little progress.

If this is known by those who read, I am afraid that they will not be killed.

"You have completely eaten the essence of my ancestor, and you don't need to stick to his calligraphy anymore. Let go of handwriting and show off your style. Xiao Ruotong pointed.

"You look at your paintings, you have your own style, you can become a generation of masters. The same is true for calligraphy. If you only copy other people's handwriting and don't have your own style, everyone will only say that your handwriting is good, very much like a master, but they will not admit that you are a master. ”

Xiao Ruotong's words are really a word to wake up the dreamer!

Zhao Ruxi patted his head: "Ah, I'm confused, fortunately, Sister Ruotong, you reminded me." ”

She was bewildered by the system's points.

The reason why she was not confused in painting was because she used modern painting techniques at the beginning, without points, and had to combine with ancient painting techniques to form her own style to have points, which made her work hard to create her own painting methods.

But calligraphy, she has never practiced in modern times, and she has no foundation in ancient times. At that time, the system told her that if she could practice to the level of Mr. Mingcang, she could earn 100 points for a word. Then she started from scratch and climbed up one or two points, not to create her own style, but to achieve the effect of looking like Mr. Mingcang's words.

Therefore, even if she has obtained the essence of Mr. Mingcang's words, she still does not dare to go her own way, and she is still bound in Mr. Mingcang's trap, with the goal of earning 100 points for one word, and conscientiously moving forward in Mr. Mingcang's inherent mode.

If it weren't for Xiao Ruotong's reminder, she would probably think about innovation when she practiced until each word reached 100 points. But if that time comes, it's a bit difficult to get out of the box.

Of course, if she didn't have this target as bait, she wouldn't have been able to practice her temperament to this extent before turning. It is possible to let go of yourself when you have practiced two or three points. That may have its own style, but the foundation is not stable, and it will definitely not become a master.

So everything is just right.

Thinking that he could innovate and maybe earn a hundred points with one word, Zhao Ruxi became excited.

She said to Xiao Ruotong: "Then I'll let it go and write it now?" ”

Xiao Ruotong nodded, her face full of anticipation.

Zhao Ruxi took away the paper full of thirty words just now, and took another piece of paper.

The size of the paper on which she practiced calligraphy was deliberately cut by her, and Qingfeng also pressed a crease for her, which allowed her to practice just thirty words to stop writing.

But at this moment, in order to find that unrestrained state, she directly took a piece of paper that had not been cut or creased, and planned to write a random passage in the Four Books and Five Classics that automatically came to her mind.

The reason why Zhao Ruxi is a top student, in addition to his relatively high IQ, is that he has a particularly strong concentration.

She laid out the paper, and instead of immediately picking up the pen, she began to sharpen the ink.

Xiao Ruotong watched from the side, and saw that Zhao Ruxi was just grinding ink for a while, and he completely entered a state. It seems that she is the only one left in the world, and everything around her is directly blocked by her, except for her and the words she is about to write.

When Xiao Ruotong saw Zhao Ruxi like this, she suddenly had a hint of enlightenment.

At this time, Zhao Ruxi put down the ink strip, picked up the pen, and began to write.

Because Qingfeng had to obey the girl's summons at all times, Zhao Ruxi didn't ask her to go out, and she stayed in the house at this time. It's just that the position of the station is relatively partial, reducing his sense of existence, and trying not to affect Zhao Ruxi and Xiao Ruotong.

At this time, she clearly felt that the way the girl wrote was different from before.

I used to be very serious, and I even entered this state of self-forgetfulness. But when she put down the pen seriously, slowly, every stroke was very fixed, as if she was restricted by some rules, and her expression was tense until she finished writing a word.

But at this time, Zhao Ruxi was in the same state as the boxing she practiced in the yard in the morning, in a very relaxed and casual state, like clouds in the sky, gathering and scattering with the wind, unrestrained, and even lazy.

Because of his casualness, Zhao Ruxi wrote more than thirty words in this paragraph, and he didn't stop until forty or fifty words.

Xiao Ruotong was worried about affecting her, so she walked to a place far away from Zhao Ruxi and sat down just now. At this time, seeing that she put down the pen and recovered from that state of selflessness, she walked over, came to Zhao Ruxi's side, and looked down at the words she had just written.

"Wow, that's great." She exclaimed.

The words on the paper are light, chic, uninhibited, and uninhibited. The kind of freewheeling and wanton freedom that comes to the face, as if the next moment is going to become an immortal and break away from the world, people can't help but be amazed and yearning.

Zhao Ruxi didn't have time to appreciate the words she had written just now, and she was shocked by the points broadcast by the system.

"Congratulations to the host, +156 intelligence."