The posture of the person who grinds the ink should be correct, the vertical and flat ink ingots should be maintained, and the inkstone should be vertically circled, not obliquely grinding or straight pushing, and not grinding at will.

In addition, the inkstone also needs to be moisturized, usually need to be soaked in clean water every day, the ancient people called "raising inkstone", and when grinding ink, you must not use the ready-made water in the inkstone, you must use clean water, and do not think that the ink grinded out with tea or sugar water will be unique.

It needs to be particularly mentioned that the production process of ink ingots for grinding ink is complex, and the general process is to divide the finished ink group into small pieces and put them into copper molds or wood molds to press into ink ingots, as calligraphy and painting supplies, its exquisite style, text, drawing, carving, plastic casting and appearance decoration, etc., all reflect the artistic value of oriental temperament.

Before grinding, grinding, and after grinding, there is still a lot of knowledge to talk about, and I will not go into detail here, in short, there is a lot of knowledge about pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

"Brother Qi, it's grinding. ”

In the brightly lit temple, Shen Qi spread a framed piece of rice paper on the incense table, which was a blank hinge, and Zou Manshan on one side finished grinding, and the ink in the inkstone was moderately thick, just for painting.

"Sister Shan is really ingenious, it's my blessing to be able to marry you!"

Shen Qi pressed one hand on the white paper, and his eyes looked at Zou Manshan, who was standing in a slim manner, and the admiration in his eyes was overflowing.

Unexpectedly, Zou Manshan's face turned ashamed when she heard this, and she lowered her head and said softly:

"Nonsense, you haven't married someone yet......"

Listening to this little lady's words, she probably wants to get married, but Shen Qi is still preparing to participate in the make-up exam, and the matter of marriage can only be postponed. He gave Zhang Yaowen a way to live before, and he was also leaving a way for himself, a scholar like him, if he didn't take the imperial examination, he would not be able to realize his lofty ambitions.

"Sister Shan, don't worry, when this turmoil passes, we will consider getting married. ”

Shen Qi smiled at her, then picked up the brush and dipped it in ink, ready to start painting.

The brush in his hand is a popular lake pen in the Qing Dynasty, more than a foot long, but the barrel is already full of cracks. This is the result of repeated struggles for pen power, and I think that Zhang Yaowen's large brush is extremely lethal.

Shen Qi first carefully observed the statue of the river god in front of him, the overall shape was tall and thick, and he glared angrily, which was somewhat similar to the water mill.

Good!

After observing, Shen Qi's mind was the picture of the river god statue, he immediately put pen to ink, first skillfully outlined the general outline of the river god statue on the precious rice paper, the pen and ink are thick and light, thick and thin, the head, body, and limbs of the river god statue are all in shape.

Because there is no color and ink around him, he can only paint a black portrait, but the focused Shen Qi is united in his heart, and the statue of the god in his pen does not lack the charm at all.

However, in this process, Zou Manshan was surprised to see that as Shen Qi waved the lake pen, the dense cracks on the pen barrel continued to flash with a trace of pen power, and the gaps were closed and disappeared one by one, and when Shen Qi finished painting, the whole pen barrel was restored to its intact appearance. This lake pen has been warmed by the pen power and has been different from ordinary brushes.

"It's so good at drawing, Brother Qi's painting skills are good!"

When Zou Manshan was surprised, she looked at the black statue on the rice paper again, as if she saw a water mill attached to it.

Shen Qi was praised by the beautiful woman, grinned, and then dipped the inkstone in the inkstone, preparing to inscribe a poem on the right side of the statue.

He switched to calligraphy, and his pen flowed freely, black ink sticking to the paper, and soon he wrote an intriguing poem.

Zou Manshan took a closer look at this moment and found that it was a small poem called "Cultivator". Her beautiful eyes stared intently at this poem written by Shen Qi, and said earnestly in her heart:

By abandoning the temple to take shelter,

Pampong beauty is pleasing to the eye;

Look at the strong water grinding heart,

Listening to Changfeng asked.

Just finished reading, Zou Manshan covered her mouth and sneered, suddenly realizing that the second sentence "Pong Beauty is pleasing to the eye" refers to herself.

"What an unscrupulous cultivator!"

She slapped Shen Qi's arm with her little hand, and the other party stared at her with a smile and said:

"Sister Shan, look, there are surprises. ”

After that, the rice paper on which only one statue of the god was painted had the power of the pen on it, and then I saw that along the perimeter of the statue, exquisite ink blots automatically appeared, and together they were the picture of an abandoned temple, and then the essence spread, and at the door of the temple appeared a young man and woman leaning together, and the man was holding the woman's fragrant shoulder, looking at her with affection. In front of them, there was a great river that was rushing endlessly, and the sound of the water seemed to be heard between the rolling waves, and in the mountains and forests around the river, the mountains and trees were pressed by the strong wind, as if they could see the trees swaying from side to side, which was extremely vivid.

Zou Manshan was already speechless with shock, this whole painting is completely made of the artistic conception of Shen Qi's "Cultivator", and the so-called wonderful brushwork is like this.

"It's amazing!"

In the end, she took the initiative to touch the painting, and the green jade fingers vaguely felt that she had touched a grass and a tree, a brick and a tile, but the statue at the beginning became a supporting role, and the protagonists were the men and women who leaned together in the painting, and if you looked closely, it was really similar to Shen Qi and Zou Manshan.

Shen Qi was happy to see her, and he also felt a little proud, if the picture of the article and poem containing the power of the pen is extremely clear, it can turn the artistic conception between the words into an image, this realm is a little higher than the three points of the wood, it is called a wonderful pen and flowers.

A precious painting with pictures and words was born, Shen Qi took out his own ink seal from the book basket, stamped his name under the poem, and the bright red imprint edge was lit up with Shen Qi's pen power, and soon this imprint was integrated into the whole painting, forming a seamless sense of picture.

This painting is the first painting by Shen Qi that contains the power of the pen of the real handiwork, if it appears on the market, it is definitely a priceless treasure, there will be countless people scrambling, just looking at the "Cultivator" is lovely, read it carefully, in the plain can feel the endless meaning between the poems.

At this time, in the statue of the god, the water mill opened his eyes, he was suspended in the dark space of the statue, his eyes were fixed on the painting and secretly said: There are feelings and scenes, and this painting and this poem are the real practitioners.

"Whoosh!"

Immediately after, the water mill suddenly turned into a ball of blue light from the statue of the god, and landed on the idol in the painting, at that moment, the falling blue light became extremely bright, but then it disappeared into the idol in the painting.

"Master, what are you doing here?"

Shen Qi was startled by the sudden appearance of the water mill, and the water mill inside replied in an old voice:

"It's nothing, I just think that the artistic conception in this painting is just right for me to practice. "PS: This poem "Cultivator" was written by Xia himself, and I will guarantee that every poem written by the protagonist in the future is from my original work.