In the Mingyue Tower, the huge white silk could only be unfolded by one third. Zhong Yue looked at the huge painting he painted last night and was a little dazed.

That state is very wonderful, and it is also the realm he has been pursuing, because at that moment last night, the system projected into the real world, and the two seemed to be integrated! That feeling, Zhong Yue didn't know whether it was the illusion caused by his mental overdrawing or it was real. Anyway, this painting was indeed painted by himself in that state.

In history, the works of some painters have transcended the scope of art of normal expression, such as Van Gogh, Picasso, Xu Wei, etc., who have been imitating in later generations, but they can only be said to be imitating. Similar to "Star and Moon Night", abstract paintings and green vines and ink flowers and birds, they are not so done because of their artificiality, because they are not normal people, and they have more or less mental problems. This is how the world in their worldview exists.

The professions of painters, poets, and writers who come into contact with art have the highest suicide rate. It does not mean that only mental illnesses engage in these art work, but that people who can become these professions are often sensitive. Sensitivity is the source of talent. Because they can stand from an angle that ordinary people cannot understand, they become art.

Zhong Yue entered the brushwork system and pondered for a long time. He had always believed that the inspiration of art can only be obtained by clever hands. However, after a series of events last night, Zhong Yue had some ideas in his mind, and he had to find someone to verify it.

"Mr. Hengshan."

"Not a tool."

Zhong Yue walked into the Wen Family Book Pavilion, looked at Wen Zhengming's appearance that had not changed for thousands of years, and said, "What did you see last night, sir?"

"Your calligraphy."

Zhong Yue felt a stern. Seeing Wen Zhengming saw things in reality, otherwise how could he know the calligraphy on white silk?

"Sir, please give me advice."

Wen Zhengming stroked his beard and smiled and said, "If you have merit or not, your spirit will not arise. If you have nature or not, your nature will not be effective, and your beauty will not be solid."

"Please tell me clearly." Teacher Wen Zhengming is the most educated among Zhong Yue, a teacher. Zhong Yue doesn't have to pretend to understand in a vague way. It will be troublesome to check the meaning later. It's better to let Wen Zhengming explain it clearly. However, in the end, Zhong Yue heard something about the four words "bright and unreal".

"What is 'gong'? Brush and ink skills. What is 'nature'? Learning and cultivation. The two should not be biased. 'gong' is entry, teacher's inheritance, and the origin of calligraphy. 'nature' is out, inheritance and innovation, and success in learning. One is learning endlessly, and the other is art endlessly. As for brush and ink, it should be an outstanding skill. In terms of character formation, it should be a person with ingenuity. In terms of composition, it should be a person with a lot of spirituality. I have been telling you that what calligraphers want to present is not just as simple as paper kung fu, but last night, I saw something outside of paper, so I am proud of my teacher."

"Sir, praise me." Zhong Yue's mouth raised a curl with a smug look.

Wen Zhengming shook his head and smiled, "There is no end to calligraphy, so don't be proud."

"Sir, do you see something else?"

"What else? What are you talking about?"

"For example, a tall building?" Zhong Yue looked at the expression on Wen Zhengming's face.

Wen Zhengming frowned, "I didn't pay much attention to this."

“…”

Didn't pay attention? Such a large tall building, didn't pay attention? Your old eyes are so shining...

Zhong Yue originally planned to visit Zheng Banqiao, but when he saw this pair of good friends on the streets of ancient Yangzhou talking about the price of the painting, he would not disturb him. Although Zhong Yue knew that this was the background setting in the system, he was still unwilling to destroy such a scene, which seemed to be very ill-equity.

Zhong Yue hasn't been chatting with Wang Ximeng for a long time. The main reason is that [Wang Ximeng's green landscape painting method] was 100% proficient, so Zhong Yue had less time to contact Wang Ximeng. In addition, this Sao Nian was not as famous as the "Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" in history.

When you mention "A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains", you know, oh, that is one of the top ten famous paintings, but when you mention Wang Ximeng, many people may not know who is who.

As soon as I entered the mountains and rivers today, Zhong Yue saw the words on Wang Ximeng's desk.

The buildings are lined up one after another, and the bustling traffic is full of traffic. The most glorious night scenes add a rich historical atmosphere in Wang Ximeng's writings.

Seeing this modern city from the ancients' writings, Zhong Yue couldn't help but think of the painting "Guan Yu Riding a Bike for Thousand Miles", which made him feel like the times were confused.

"Brother Zhong, it's so beautiful."

"yes."

Wang Ximeng is even younger than Zhong Yue. In addition to his talent in painting, his mind is younger than Zhong Yue. So when he spoke, his face was filled with excitement, "I always thought that there is no night market in this world that is more prosperous than the Bianjing City of the Song Dynasty. I saw your city last night, which was really shocking."

Zhong Yue smiled. The most intuitive evaluation of modern cities was made by this ancient man thousands of years ago.

Thanks to the times and to technology.

"It's just that the air is not very good. After I went there last night, I kept coughing and my nose was very uncomfortable..."

"..." Zhong Yue glanced at Wang Ximeng, is it so exaggerated?

If you can't stand such a little haze, why are you talking about the descendants of Yan and Huang?

"How could it be? You must be unacceptable to the local conditions."

"Oh, that's it..."

From Wang Ximeng, Zhong Yue can know that last night, the system and the real world were indeed interconnected!

At the moment of communication, Zhong Yue felt that the pen in his hand became very sensitive just like when he was working hard. Even on white silk, every stroke of the big brush and every drop of ink absorbed on it, Zhong Yue could clearly feel it. That feeling was really wonderful.

From a material perspective, calligraphy is to control the ink to leave traces on paper. Therefore, the control of ink is something that a calligrapher deserves to work tirelessly to explore and advance throughout his life.

At that moment, Zhong Yue felt like he was at the top of the world of the world, just like standing at the forefront of watching the sun. He was controlled by the entire world of ink! If this brushwork system could be integrated into reality at any time, Zhong Yue dared to say that the bottleneck problem in the future would be solved!

The road to calligraphy will be unobstructed from now on!

Zhong Yue looked through the address book on his mobile phone and was about to call Huang Youwei. Why didn't she eat the sweet potatoes buried under the charcoal fire before leaving?

This is also the reason why Zhong Yue has never dared to call Huang Youwei, but now he has to call.

"Hello, you're calling the empty number."

"Empty number?" Zhong Yue looked at the information on his phone. That's right, this is indeed Huang Youwei's phone number.

Zhong Yue flipped into the address book again and called out.

"Hello, you're calling the empty number."

"Damn it!" Zhong Yue assigned Huang Sanli.

This time, the phone number has been called.

"Hey, Master San."

"Zhong Yue? Is there anything wrong?"

"I found a treatment to save Youwei. Tell me where did Youwei go?"

"Really?"

"That Liu Hehua, she lived to be fifty-eight years old!"

Huang Sanjia choked and said, "Okay...so good!"

"Where did Youwei go? Why did the number become an empty number?"

“She is in Tokyo.”

“!!!”
Chapter completed!