Zhong Yuejing sat in Gengyunxuan's study room, which was the quietest place in the entire Buqi Study.

Zhong Yue was not very eager to comprehend Zhang Daqian's painting method. After all, as the ancestor of painting, Zhang Sengyou has passed on the essence of Chinese classical Chinese painting to Zhong Yue. As for the subsequent ink-splashing techniques, there are also founders like Xu Wei. It can be said that as long as Zhong Yue devotes himself to his experience, he will not be inferior to any modern master after his painting method is mastered!

He entered the newly formed Zhang Xu's cursive brushwork system. Now, Zhong Yue, who is no longer a beginner, cannot enter the system and contact basic things. It is like building a high-level view. Now, Zhong Yue has come step by step before, and what he needs to do now is how to go further.

Although cursive script is something that Zhong Yue has never dabbled in, and no master has taught Zhong Yue's cursive script yet, the movement of cursive script is related to emotions. If the mood is relaxed, the pen will naturally be fast, and the writing will naturally stop when the writing is exhausted. Therefore, when the running script is written quickly, it will be close to the taste of cursive script.

But adding the word "crazy" before cursive script is different from ordinary cursive script.

"Is this in the cloud?"

After Zhong Yue entered the brushwork system, he found that it was not an ordinary ancient scene. He originally thought that the style of the prosperous Tang Dynasty would be so good that he might walk in the capital market where all nations came to pay tribute to Chang'an Street to visit the Jinwu chief secretary Zhang Xu. But such a meeting was really unexpected. However, Zhang Xu was the Jinwu chief secretary in the Tang Dynasty, but only Zhong Yue knew that in Daqian, this saint of cursive script was the youngest saint in thousands of years.

"Students meet with Changshi Zhang."

The wide marinated clothes stretched into the clouds, and the hunched back was like an old monk entering a meditation, and had not moved for a long time.

Zhong Yue guessed that maybe he didn't hear it, so he walked closer and continued to bow, "Student..."

"Writing cursive script does not have regular script, and it is easy to lose standard rules; writing regular script does not have the meaning of cursive script, so it is difficult to be called a good product. Regular script uses dots and strokes to form a shape, and expresses emotions by making turns; cursive script uses dots and strokes to show its nature and shape by making turns. Cursive script does not use twists and turns, so it will not be written in a good way; if regular script lacks the skill of drawing, it can still record the words. The two types of calligraphy are different from each other, but the rules are roughly the same."

Zhong Yue stood up straight and listened to the saint's teachings, "Please teach me sir."

"Including all kinds of differences, they are divided into one phase."

"Including all kinds of differences, cut into one form..." Zhong Yue murmured to himself. Although this sentence is only eight words, from the surface, it is all-encompassing and then expressed in the simplest stroke, but...

"How can students be dull?"

Mai turned around.

Zhong Yue looked up and saw that the one in the roe was actually a young man with a fair face, although he had few taels of flesh, but he was very energetic, with thick eyebrows, thick and thick.

“Fast and simple.”

Zhong Yue looked at the dry branch in Zhang Xu's hand and frowned: "Changshi, this branch in your hand is..."

"You come."

Zhong Yue walked over. There was actually a plate of sand in front of Zhang Xu.

"It's not a day to be proficient in cursive script. It's just the posture I use to write my heart. As for the rules of cursive script, it's hidden in this sand. You can understand it yourself."

Zhong Yue took the branch handed over by Zhang Xu and sat opposite him, looking at the sand, a little confused.

"Including all kinds of differences, cut into one form..." He held the branch in a pen posture, and wanted to put this stroke on the sand table, which was a simple stroke.

Unfortunately, he left no trace.

"How is that possible?"

Zhang Xu smiled and said, "You can understand it yourself. You have left this sand plate to yourself to complete it."

Only Zhong Yue was left in the entire cloud.

"Zhang Changshi...Zhang Changshi?" Zhong Yue shouted twice. The more he went, why did these masters become more and more irresponsible and would slap them at any time.

He was a little puzzled. Why couldn't he leave traces on this sand table?

The most common thing that Zhong Yue can come into contact with is Wang Xizhi's "Craftsmanship and Hundred Rhymes", which records the writing style of cursive script. The reason why it breaks the regular script is that cursive script has its own composition, rather than being similar to running script, which is more similar to regular script and can be identified.

However, this sand table obviously does not mean that the traces of cursive techniques can be considered to be left on it, and the rest of the brushwork cannot be retained. Zhong Yue still cannot master the key to the problem. The saint of cursive techniques left too little information for him. Zhong Yue's current mastery of cursive techniques is far from meeting the requirements.

He tried many times, but no trace was left on the sand table. Zhong Yue even said that he suspected that this was a fantasy, not real sand at all. However, when he reached out his hand and touched the real sand grain, he was stunned again.

"Run halfway through, is this sheep-like teaching?" Zhong Yue withdrew from the system and sat quietly for two hours. He seemed to have gained something, but there seemed to be no gains, so he could only take his time.

Huang Youwei returned to Huizhou first, as for Gu Qin, she seemed to be doing her hair today. Zhong Yue looked at the calendar and remembered that she would go to see Qin Bin today, so she cleaned up and prepared to go out.

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Yongxin Antique Street

"Zhong Yue, do you really want to teach him calligraphy?"

"What about that?"

"I mean, can heal his legs..."

Zhong Yue looked at Qin Hai's anxious look and said, "I think now, more important than treating legs is to cure the heart first. I think, what I mean, Mr. Qin, you should understand."

"Well, then Xiaobin will ask you."

Zhong Yue shook his head and walked into Qin Bin's room.

"Today we learn the basics of writing."

When Qin Bin saw that it was Zhong Yue coming in, he did not scream like before, but turned his head and said, "I have learned calligraphy since I was a child, and I can do these basics."

"Oh, this is the best, that's the best, it saves a lot of trouble. What style of calligraphy have you learned?"

"Zhu Suiliang, "Preface to the Holy Teachings of Yanta."

Zhong Yue was a little surprised, "Who chose the copybook for you to learn such an unpopular font."

"My mom..."

Zhong Yue said, "It seems that your mother is also good at calligraphy. OK, write a few words and I will see your level." Before, Zhong Yue saw the desk, which had four treasures of the study, and thought it was placed by Qin Hai before. Now it seems that it was for Qin Bin. No wonder Zhong Yue told him to teach him calligraphy before. Although he was surprised, he had no intention of objection. It seemed that he was learning calligraphy.

Zhu Suiliang's regular script also has high attainments and is one of the four major regular script masters in the early Tang Dynasty. The reason why Zhong Yue said it was unpopular is that compared with those who studied regular script, most of them learned Yan style, Ou style and Liu style, but relatively few of them learned "Zu styles".
Chapter completed!