The cold winter is chilly.

Zhong Yue stayed in the hotel and never took a pen these days. When he entered the Wang family of Langya again, the whole scene changed. The Yangtze River in front of him was flat, with wide tides on both sides, and went eastward and never returned.

Zhong Yue was not only full of emotion, but also had the gentry of the Wei and Jin dynasties and the glorious style of Jiangzuo.

The calligraphy saint Xizhi set an example for hundreds of generations. Zhong Yue had seen the photocopy of the original works of the Lanting Collection. However, after the prosperous Tang Dynasty, as Taizong was buried in peace, the whereabouts of the original works have always been a mystery. Some people say that they were buried with Taizong, while others say that they were stolen by eunuchs and leaked out of the palace. Anyway, no original works have been passed down from generation to generation.

The Wang family of Langya has been good at calligraphy for generations and has produced many famous masters. However, most of the ink paintings are copied or printed. The original works are rare. Only the original works of "Boyuan Tie" exist in the world and were included in one of the Sanxitang calligraphy works, which is also the only rare version of the world. The other two are copied by the calligraphy saint Xizhi and his son Xianzhi. The rhythm of running script, whether it is engraved or double hooked, cannot be conveyed at all.

The river went east and the waves were washed away. Standing by the river, Zhong Yue's Han clothes were fluttering, just like a talented man from the Eastern Jin Dynasty. Wang Xun, who was old and stupid, did not put the official robe on his body, but wore a regular dress and sat on a stool to fish.

"gentlemen."

"Don't call me a sir. As I said, Wang's brushwork is not passed on to people of different surnames, so you and I don't have to be called masters and apprentices."

Zhong Yue bowed and bowed, "You were born before me, and you were born later than later, so you will naturally be called a teacher. As for the title of master and apprentice, the teacher may not recognize his disciple, but as a disciple, he must not recognize you."

Wang Xun smiled and shook his head and sighed, "What a clever one, go and lift the fishing rod."

Zhong Yue glanced at the side and actually had an extra fishing rod, so he walked over. He didn't know what he was doing today. Whenever the scene changed, there would always be big things, but it was good or bad, and Zhong Yue didn't know.

He and Wang Xun have been learning calligraphy for several months. If we follow the algorithms of the outside world, it is a drop in the bucket. It is not worth mentioning. It is normal to have three or five years to improve calligraphy. How can we improve in such a little time? However, in this system, Zhong Yue is too far ahead of others. He has even seen the photocopy of the handwriting of the unborn calligraphy saint. Is there anyone in the world who is more lucky than him?

"Sir, fishhook..."

Wang Xun's beard was gray and gray. In that era, he lived to seventy, which was really rare in ancient times. "Shh, you disturbed my fish."

Zhong Yue sighed, "There is no fish ditch to fish?" Let me learn from Jiang Taigong, and I am willing to take the bait?"

This kind of fishing rod without hooks is almost the same as fishing for lobsters...

Zhong Yue sat on the stool, holding on to his temper and sitting like this. He knew that Wang Xun did it on purpose, and the result was obvious, so he could not catch fish at all.

The two of them sat like this. Whenever Zhong Yue wanted to speak, Wang Xun would stand up and stare at him, as if he dared to make a sound, which disturbed Yu'er, and the old man would slap him in the face.

After sitting like this for an hour, Wang Xun succeeded frequently here, and caught three or four big fish in the fish basket, and Zhong Yue could only give the bait to the fish with grievance. Without a hook, it was impossible for such a stupid fish to bite it all the time. Jiang Taigong's straight hook had a hook at least, and Zhong Yue didn't even have a hook...

Zhong Yue looked around and there was no thing to make hooks, which gave him no room to perform his operations. I guess Wang Xun's intention wouldn't be to ask him to find a hook outside, so Zhong Yue sat there.

"Why haven't you caught fish yet?"

Zhong Yue was so angry, "Sir, you understand."

"I'm asking you."

"Hookless bait, isn't this for fish to be given for free? How can you catch fish!"

Wang Xun smiled, "Since you can't catch it, why do you still have to hold a fishing rod?"

"You asked me to fish."

Wang Xun stroked his beard, "I really asked you to take it?"

"Yeah." Zhong Yue began to think a lot. He was not a fool. Wang Xun's words were obviously not about the drunkard. "Mr. Is it to ask me to put down my pen?"

"What do you think?"

The problem Zhong Yue is facing now is that the goal he set is too high. The "Yellow Wine Post" was published, and the outside world questioned that many people were looking at how Zhong Yue could continue his glory. Too many people were defeated by his inner demon step by step under such a huge gaze, and finally fell in disgrace.

"I understand that this bottleneck may be difficult to overcome, but I will not let go of my pen!" Zhong Yue looked at Wang Xun with a firm look. This was his bottom line. As long as he had a breath, the road to calligraphy would not stop!

"If a calligrapher stays on this piece of paper, you will be just a bookmaker for the rest of your life."

Sweat on Zhong Yue's forehead had already oozed out.

Throughout the dynasties, some calligraphy masters have written their pens all their lives, and at the end of their death, their masterpieces have been passed down for generations. Some calligraphy masters may not be sung in their life, but their contributions to calligraphy are admired. Yu Youren and Li Zhimin, these modern and modern calligraphy masters, cannot be measured by one or two works.

But he couldn't make Zhong Yue give up the pen in his hand.

I have written a masterpiece of amazing things, and then I have to hide my achievements and fame? Is this too much to cherish my wings. Others become famous in one book, according to ordinary people, Zhong Yue should be proud of his horse's hooves now. As long as the awards of the national competition are awarded, he will represent the country in international calligraphy exchanges in the future, which is equivalent to a layer of gold. Join the Calligraphy Association, run for Lanting, and enter the national exhibition, and you can get it step by step. Not to mention that it is so far, even now, Zhong Yue's motility may reach hundreds or even thousands of yuan per market.

Such brilliant calligraphy is in front of you. Even if Zhong Yue cannot write a better work than "Yellow Wine Post", the small hand calligraphy is still lacquer script, and even the running hand calligraphy is a "soft gold" that can make his value soar. However, Wang Xun advised him to let it go?

"Sir, isn't it a bit too much?"

Wang Xun looked at Zhong Yue with his eyes straight, which made him feel scared.

"Have you found the fish hook?"

"not yet……"

"Then can you catch fish?"

Zhong Yue remained silent.

Wang Xun sighed and said, "People are in the world. Today I asked you to hold a fishing rod. So who asked you to pick up a pen tomorrow is not an easy task?

Only if you are willing to let go of it yourself is the real liberation. When you find the hook, can you not hold the pen to determine the world? Zhong Yue, this is all about it, and the rest depends on you."

"Come on the pen... to determine the universe?" Zhong Yue took a deep breath in the face of the wide river.

The river still flows eastward, and Zhong Yue is the only one left in the world.

If you find the hook, you have to keep holding the fishing rod. Zhong Yue still can't understand Wang Xun's meaning. Could it be that he would not write calligraphy after closing the pen? How can he break through and understand in this way?

Or say it!

He took a sudden breath.

In an instant, he understood that these words were already explicit enough!

...

...
Chapter completed!