Zhong Yue stood on the broken wall, with ink rims surging around him, as if he had regarded him as a wandering companion.

"Congratulations to the host, [Nine Powers of God and Man] for the first look at the door, the system rewards the achievement point of 10,000."

Ten thousand achievement points!

When he heard this number, Zhong Yue was slightly surprised. He had always been given hundreds or hundreds, but suddenly he was smashed ten thousand, which really surprised him. However, compared with the price of those brushwork and painting methods, the price of this ten thousand is still not enough...

The nine powers of gods and man, the first thing they see is the way.

Zhong Yue understood that it was not just that. What he had been searching for was not the origin of the nine powers of gods and humans, just like the combination of yin and yang, tracing the origin through the roots, not cultivating immortals, and not having the ability to do this. What he was doing was to simplify complex questions and then use simple answers to approach the truth.

He took the last step, ending at the final yin and yang momentum. If Xu Wenchang hadn't woken up Zhong Yue with his last shout, perhaps Zhong Yue would have always been a spectator under the nine forces.

In the world of brushwork, whether it is Jin Nong, Wen Zhengming or genius Wang Ximeng, they all pay attention to doing things according to their hearts.

Books are born from the heart. Since this is the case, being a spectator will naturally not be perfect.

Zhong Yue's nine-strate writing has been practicing. From the simplified lacquer books at the beginning, the breakthrough "Whose Youth Is Not Confused", "Liujia Lingfei Jing", fine brushwork landscapes and calligraphy into painting, etc., Zhong Yue has reached the limit of the simplification of the nine-strate writing.

However, when it came to the next step, Zhong Yue became a spectator in confusion. If it weren't for Xu Wei today, then it would probably take another year and a half to understand this.

The brushwork was mysterious. The ancients did not talk about the brushwork easily, but could only rely on enlightenment. The level that Zhong Yue had achieved was already the exploration and insight of others for ten or even twenty years, and his path would go further.

From the brushwork system, Zhong Yue felt that the huge mental overdraft was too exhausting.

After lying in the room for an afternoon, until Aunt Liu knocked on the door and called him for dinner, Zhong Yue felt a little energetic and walked out of the bedroom and went downstairs to the restaurant.

The people who came tonight were quite good. It was probably his wife who sat next to Ouyang Kaishan. Her hair was gray and her complexion was very good. Her skin didn't look loose like she was in her seventies or eighties, and she looked very young.

The two middle-aged men sitting next to Ouyang Guoqing looked like they were two other sons. A man and a woman sitting next to Ouyang Ming also looked delicate in their facial features and handsome and beautiful.

"I'm so in a bad mood? Is it too much pressure on you?"

Zhong Yue smiled, "Fortunately, I might not have had a good sleep last night. These guys are..."

"Ouyang Guoxiong."

"Ouyang Guojun."

"My name is Ouyang Kai, and I am Ouyang Ming's brother."

"Ouyang Yilan is his sister."

The old lady sitting on the edge of Ouyang Kaishan smiled, "Kaishan, I recognize him. He is not the one on the Thames River when we studied in Europe last year... that..."

Ouyang Kaishan smiled at Zhong Yue apologetically.

"You are right. I met you on the edge of the Thames last year." It seems that Mrs. Xia is really sick, so Zhong Yue can only try her best to cooperate with her performance.

"It's all over the place, let's have a meal."

To be honest, Zhong Yue was really embarrassed to eat this kind of family dinner. He always felt that he was not on the same frequency as Ouyang's family, and he was just a guest himself.

Aunt Liu's craftsmanship is naturally undesirable. On the table of the rich, there are no delicacies every time. On the contrary, they are all ordinary dishes. At best, they have some "ingredients" such as matsutake mushrooms, sea cucumbers, etc....

Ouyang Kaishan smiled and said, "It's only one or two times a year for a whole family to come here to have dinner. Zhong Yue, today I'm thanking you for your blessing."

"Dad, how can you say that? If you want to, I will bring my child's mother here every day and come here to eat and drink every meal."

Ouyang Kaishan stopped repeatedly, "Come here to eat, I haven't come here for a few trips."

"I'm tired when I open the mountain." Old Mrs. Xia held her head beside her.

Aunt Liu came over and said, "Madam, I'll help you to rest."

"Ah, aren't you the landlord in London? Didn't I just paid the rent this month? You won't have to collect the rent next month in advance, right?"

Aunt Liu smiled bitterly and said, "Madam, I won't charge you for rent."

"Oh...that's good, that's good..."

Ouyang Kaishan's smile at the corner of his mouth faded a little, and he sat in his seat and was silent.

"My memory is getting more and more regressive now. She couldn't recognize us at the dinner table just now."

"Guoxiong, take the children back first. Guoqing, stay."

"Hey, OK. Dad, then let's go first."

"Brother Yue, see you tomorrow."

"Goodbye Zhong Yue."

Zhong Yue stood up, shook hands with Ouyang Guoxiong and Guojun, and said goodbye simply. Among the few people of the same age, Ouyang Ming was more enthusiastic, while the other two looked cold and indifferent, but it was normal and too enthusiastic, which made Zhong Yue feel uncomfortable.

"Xiao Yue, the industrial production of a little paint has been preliminarily formulated."

"Is that so? Is there any problem?"

Ouyang Guoqing is now responsible for the development of this cultural industry. He said: "Your ink table has nearly a thousand kinds of materials. The accounting has calculated the cost. The production cost is a bit large, and many raw materials are difficult to obtain. There are few channels. Should you remove some?"

"I don't know how much impact it will have on the quality of the ink after removal, but it is best to retain the ratio of the ink square in its original flavor, and don't waste the money and end the money because of cost."

Ouyang Kaishan nodded, "Xiao Yue is right. A little paint is our leader in entering the cultural industry. We would rather spend more money than chew this hard bone."

After Zhong Yue said this, he felt that Ouyang Kaishan was worthy of being an experienced master. Then he thought that the profit of a little paint was his own. Uh... Isn't this shooting himself in the foot?

"Xiao Yue, how many purely handmade ink ingots do you have?"

"There are quite a few dozen kilograms left in the house, and they are sealed."

Ouyang Kaishan was a little surprised, dozens of kilograms!

“What are the quality?”

“Absolutely a good product.”

"Okay! Guoqing, you first set up the production line and see how the ink ingots produced by artificially produced are. If there are 80% of them purely handmade, I think we will have a certain market share in the ancient ink industry. Dozens of kilograms are indeed insignificant for the entire ink industry, but it is still useful to start a brand and occupy some of the calligraphy markets in Shanghai."

Ouyang Guoqing was a little excited and said with a smile: "Wang Ge, Mu has been preparing to join forces to intercept our Ouyang International's industrial development, but he did not expect that Xiao Yue would resolve it like this."

"Haha, the road is still long. Wang Ge is preparing to hold an art salon in Kaihongxuan on the weekend. At that time, you and Xiaoyue will come here."

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "Are you going to fight back?"

"Ha, Guoqing, just pretend that there is no original work and see how Wang Ge will make the next move. Xiaoyue, just go and see the excitement. After all, this matter has nothing to do with you, so don't get into trouble."

Zhong Yue nodded, "I won't offend anyone if he doesn't offend me."
Chapter completed!