Zhong Yue logged into the brushwork system.

At the auction, Zhong Yue just wanted to make his imitation useful, but God was willing to do it. The broken painting he collected in the ghost market was actually the original work of the lacquer book. However, no matter what the final result was, it was all from Zhong Yue. The least result of this task was to obtain a lack of proficiency in drawing.

Zhong Yue was also used to this. Now for Zhong Yue, one method is the only way to understand all methods. Jin Nong used calligraphy to paint, and only came into contact with painting after he was fifty years old, and he achieved remarkable achievements, so he naturally realized this path.

Zhong Yue observes the nine situations.

This is a daily compulsory course.

As the old charlatan in Lanting Lechi revealed it in one sentence, Zhong Yue now observes the last momentum and starts with yin and yang.

Yin and Yang and Five Elements are the core ideas that run through the entire classical philosophy of Chinese civilization. However, to the way of calligraphy, Zhong Yue always felt that it was too mysterious and even a little unaware of it.

Zhong Yue entered the streets of Yangzhou.

Fireworks are in March, Yangzhou is bustling, and the painting boats are sleeping when they listen to the rain. Bluestone slabs, the old streets of ancient cities and old cities have nurtured Chinese civilization, and the descendants of Yan and Huang have reproduced and survived on this land. That old man is the only NPC that Zhong Yue can communicate with. The prosperity of the old city under the ancient rhyme seems to be like passing clouds and smoke in Jin Nong's eyes. The pen in his hand is the world he likes.

"Mr. Dong Xin, how can I understand the Yin and Yang of the Way of Calligraphy?"

Zhong Yue was straightforward and did not beat around the bush. There must be my master when he walked by three people, not to mention that the head of the Eight Eccentrics of Yangzhou was sitting opposite him.

"Lao Tzu said: All things carry the Yin and embrace the Yang."

"I'm asking about the way of calligraphy."

Jin Nong looked at Zhong Yue, "Which is the calligraphy? What is the Dharma? Different paths lead to the same end, everything follows the heart."

Jin Nong spoke very well, and Zhong Yue listened very seriously, but this is still not the answer Zhong Yue wanted to hear, without the sudden enlightenment. If it is to embrace yin and yang, then what improvements should be made in the brushwork? Is there any particularity in using ink? How can Yin and Yang be harmonious in calligraphy works?

Zhong Yue still had no idea about all this.

The brush master has remained unchanged throughout the ages, but he presents a ten thousand calligraphers and ten thousand postures.

Zhong Yue is now like holding a peerless sword that has not yet opened its edge. He needs to be polished carefully and patiently. One day when a cold light suddenly appears, it will be the day of his success.

Zhong Yue came to Wenshi Book Pavilion again.

Wen Zhengming was a Confucian scholar, so he was naturally full of scholarly spirit. He was dull and had the arrogance and talent of a literati. He was the leader of Wumen Xiaokai, who didn’t know Wenheng Mountain in Jiangnan?

"Not a tool."

"Sir." Zhong Yue bowed, "I would like to ask Mr., how to solve the Yin and Yang of the Way of Calligraphy?"

Wen Zhengming looked at Zhong Yue, "Yin and Yang are contained among all things. After you have experienced the way of calligraphy for a long time, you will naturally understand."

"Can you only understand it, not express it in words?"

Wen Zhengming smiled, "You have the answer yourself, why bother asking me again?"

In the book pavilion, Wen Zhengming sat upright, and his pen made a proposal on the paper. It was Tao Yuanming's "Returning to Come and Come" by Wen Zhengming. Wen Zhengming wrote very smoothly, as if it was a rural folk song, with notes jumping and flowing under the brush.

"Black and white, brushwork and ink, mind and energy, these are all contained in yin and yang. To achieve a balance, it will be natural."

Zhong Yue was silent for a moment, "Did I say that my brushwork already contains the way of yin and yang?"

"Nature. All things carry yin and embrace yang. If they are separated from yin and yang, what is left?"

Wen Zhengming's words did not make Zhong Yue suddenly realize, but instead became even more confused.

"But some people say that my words lack the power of yin and yang."

"What do you think?"

"It seems to be something short of it..."

"Who can be perfect?"

Zhong Yue felt even more depressed, "How should we make progress?"

Wen Zhengming looked into the sky from afar, "I don't know."

“…”

This is not a math problem, you will get a very clear answer, but calligraphy does not have any clear answer.

Enlightenment, spirituality.

A peerless calligrapher is not taught.

Zhong Yue sat on the wooden bridge to watch the goose, soothe his inner irritability.

This time, Wang Xun was standing by the side.

Children who can cry have milk. Although Wang Xun always said that Wang's brushwork was secret and did not pass on it, he could make an exception once, and naturally he could make an exception again.

"Shangshu Wang, how can we explain the way of yin and yang?"

Wang Xun sighed, "Uncle said in the "Opinions" that the two words are combined into one, and they should not be moist, heavy, heavy, and long, and small, and large. The dense is better than sparse, and short is better than long. The form of characters must be correct. The situation of characters must not be wide at the top and narrow at the bottom. It should not be dense. If it is dense, it will be like a tangle and a cramped body, and it should not be sparse. If it is sparse, it will be like a drowning bird, and it should not be long. If it is long, it will be like a dead snake hanging on a tree, and it should not be short. If it is short, it will be like a dead toad. This is a big taboo, so you must be careful.' If you can understand these thoroughly, you will understand the way of yin and yang."

"Thank you, Shangshu Wang, for your advice."

Wang Xun stood with his hands behind his back, "Zijing also asked his uncle this question."

Zhong Yue understood that Wang Xun was talking about Wang Xianzhi, who was known as the "Two Kings" together with Wang Xizhi, so he asked, "That's what Wang Youjun told him?"

Wang Xun nodded and said, "If the word is written alive, you will understand the so-called combination of yin and yang."

"But what I want to do is to distinguish yin and yang and use it to prove the truth. So how should I do it?"

Wang Xun put his hand in front of his stomach, looked at the flock of geese in the goose pond, and said, "It depends on your understanding."

Zhong Yue's face was calm, and the geese flock floated under the wooden bridge. He left the system and came to the silent world of ink splashing.

"Mr. Wenchang, please give me some advice."

Mo Yun changes a lot in this black and white world, and Zhong Yue just stands like this.

A back gradually appeared in the distance, hazy and vague.

In this black and white world, he walks on the edge.

A call may come from your ears.

"My name is Zheng Xie, and I am a lackey under Mr. Wen Chang..."

"Xu Wenchang, no one can match it for three hundred years!"

"I wish I could polish ink and paper for you three hundred years before my lifetime. If you don't accept it, I will be outside the door and not leave hungry, and I will be in trouble soon."

The vague figure looked back and seemed to look at Zhong Yue, and it seemed to be looking for where the call came.

"Today I drink with you, and the people at the foot of Wolong Mountain slaughter dogs. What kind of Yin, what kind of Yang, what kind of Rules! If I want it Yin, it is Yin, I want its Yang, it is Yang. The four corners are square and one foot flat, how can I come to you happily! What can I see just by looking at it!"

Zhong Yue watched the ink dissipate, and the ink splashing between heaven and earth galloped down like a sudden rain.

Zhong Yue looked up and looked up.

"Mr. Xie's advice."

Mo Yu came in a hurry, and Zhong Yue stood on the green grass, holding the ink pen in his hand.

It is a big taboo for calligraphers.

Zhong Yue used to observe the nine powers of gods and humans, and he was like a modest latecomer, and he always looked around, but Xu Wenchang revealed the mystery in one sentence.

Yes, I am the host of this brushwork system.

so,

Put the writing.

Blossoming.

Everything is in line with yin and yang and conforms to the laws of nature.
Chapter completed!