Zhong Yue put the pen down.

There was a quiet sound in the room, and several middle-aged men held their breath and focused, looking at the word on the table, they were really amazed.

Look at the characters, the experts look at the muscles and bones, and the outsiders look at the appearance.

What are the muscles and bones of the font? Naturally, it is the brushwork and structure. Zhong Yue was also looking at his work, integrating the nine powers of the gods and man. The whole calligraphy is full of strength, which is indeed different. In the past, Zhong Yue used the magicals and man brushwork to selectively use it. He always felt that the brushwork given by Jin Nong could not be discarded, and the Wumen small regular script techniques taught by Wen Zhengming could not be discarded.

It is a good thing to learn from others, but those who do not know how to choose will easily fall into the trap.

Xu Wei's point-ups and insights in front of the pavilion gave Zhong Yue some insights. This time, he abandoned various brushwork techniques and used the nine powers of gods and humans alone.

Without fixed stroke restrictions, Zhong Yue had a sudden enlightening artistic conception.

The brushwork has never been easy forever. Those who have more strength and rich muscles are saints, while those who have no strength and no muscles are sick. This is Zhong Yue's method.

Zhong Yue looked out the window at Pinghu and murmured to himself: "It seems that the teacher taught me 30% of the time, but he still taught me too much..."

Zhong Yue couldn't help but remember that when he was a child, Jet Li played the story of the Dragon Saber, and Zhang Sanfeng taught Zhang Wuji's Tai Chi scene. He forgot all the moves, and only then did he really learn it. Is the same in calligraphy?

"This little brother, please disturb me."

Zhong Yue was completely immersed in his own world just now, and completely forgot that there were still people around him. When he turned around, he saw a man in Tang suit and said, "Hello, is there anything wrong?"

"My little brother is so good at calligraphy. I just heard you mention the sir by chance. I don't know who you are studying. It's rare to have such a foundation in calligraphy at a young age."

Zhong Yue said, "Oh, the teacher is an unknown person in the valley, so you don't know him."

Several people smiled embarrassedly. If people don’t want to say this, they can’t force it. It seems that they are quite low-key. If some young people with poor minds and a little talent, they will meet a famous teacher and want to run around the street to yell, so that everyone knows that they are mastering masters.

"We are all from the Qingteng Book School."

"Qingteng Book School?" Zhong Yue was stunned. Is there any genre still there?

Seeing Zhong Yue's confused look and with round frame eyes, the middle-aged man said, "Isn't a local, right?"

"Well. Qing Teng, I know the Qing Teng School, but this school shouldn't be there now."

As time goes by, Zhong Yue has basically never heard of the current school of painting and calligraphy. It seems that all the clubs about calligraphy and painting in various places are just folk organizations.

"The Qingteng Painting School naturally does not exist, but among our Qingteng Calligraphy School, there are also a few old seniors who know Chinese painting. We are all calligraphy enthusiasts, and we organize them together to communicate and exchange calligraphy in our daily lives."

"That's how..."

A middle-aged man with a dark face handed over his business card and said, "Zhang Zongcai, get to know him."

"Oh." Zhong Yue took the business card, "Zhong Yue, come from Huizhou." He glanced at the business card. The general manager of Qichen Home Furnishing Co., Ltd. seemed to be some amateurs.

"My name is Liu Guiming."

"I don't have Qian Chengxin's business card, so forgive me."

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "What's the matter, I don't have it either."

"Haha, sit down, meet is fate. The little brothers came over from afar. Are they here to study?" They saw Zhong Yue carrying a backpack, looking like a student.

Zhong Yue nodded, "Well, I'm in my sophomore year."

"That's how. The little brother wrote the word "goose" with good quality. After reading the Goose Pool Monument in Lanting, he wrote such a vivid work. It seems that his foundation is solid. I wonder if I am interested in joining our Qingteng Book School, which is convenient for communication and communication in normal times." Zhang Zongcai, who was handing over the business card, asked with a smile.

Zhong Yue smiled, "I just arrived here and I had to go to Shanghai to go to school. I heard that there was a handwriting of a saint of calligraphy in Lanting, Shaoxing, so I came here for a trip, so I couldn't stay for a long time."

"That's a pity." Liu Guiming, who was sitting next to him, sighed.

"Since you are so fond of calligraphy, why don't you go to the members of the Calligraphy Association to communicate with each other?"

In the Calligraphy Association, there are not all professional calligraphy practitioners, and there are also calligraphers who are interested in hobbies. Just like Liu Shao'e, she has not received the education of the calligraphy system. She is entirely because of her fame and soft pens used in previous writing, so she was awarded the honorary chairman of the Calligraphy Association.

"Haha, Calligraphy Association? Stop mentioning it, you will get angry when you mention it."

Zhong Yue raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Forget it, Zong Cai, stop talking."

Zhang Zongcai seemed to be angry and said, "What's wrong? Isn't it so good to do it? Our calligraphy association here has long been chaotic and out of place by some people. If the calligraphy association can develop well, we calligraphy enthusiasts will not form the Qingteng Book School. Now the old calligraphers in our calligraphy school are all pissed off by the gang of vulgar embryos in the calligraphy association."

"What did you say to outsiders?"

Qian Chengxin, who was standing beside him, smiled, "Little brother, don't be disgusted. You can't be sad if you don't have such a thing."

"It's okay. Brother Zhang said it's okay."

"A Calligraphy Association is originally a platform for fellow calligraphy lovers to communicate and improve their level. I was not interested in those calligraphers of modern schools. After all, it is different from our traditional path. Wells and waters do not interfere with rivers. But now it is not unreasonable, saying that traditional calligraphy hinders the development of Chinese art and is a stumbling block that limits calligraphy to the world. Some old calligraphers do not agree with it, and they do not have the ability to hype the media and public opinion. In anger, they all withdrew from the Calligraphy Association, so they established the Qingteng Calligraphy School."

After hearing this, Zhong Yue roughly understood. He also heard about these things when he was in Huizhou. In general, after soft pens were replaced by hard pens, they were no longer the main tool that people usually used to write. As an art, there were differences in where the future path of calligraphy should go.

There is also such a singing tune in the Huizhou Calligraphy Association. Wu Zhonghe is the strongest voice for calligraphy reform.

"Little brother, you have such a profound calligraphy foundation, what do you think?"

Zhong Yue said: "Without writing calligraphy, isn't it still considered calligraphy?"

Once the words are removed from calligraphy, all rules and brushwork will no longer exist. Over the past thousands of years, the artistic crystallizations condensed by countless famous masters and sages will end there.

Zhong Yue wanted to laugh at the absurd proposal of writing calligraphy.

This is not innovating calligraphy, but digging graves for the way of calligraphy!

In contemporary times, there is a master of calligraphy missing.

A master who leads the times to lead the revitalization and development of calligraphy!
Chapter completed!