[Wang Xun's regular script brushwork], [Zheng Banqiao's ink and bamboo painting method], [Xu Wei's freehand painting method], Zhong Yue has been in the hall now, but it is still a long way to go from perfection, that is, 100% proficiency. It seems that Zhong Yue is a master of three subjects, and some of his clones are not skilled, but in fact, what Zhong Yue is doing now is mixing the three systems together to improve his pen power.

Using calligraphy into painting and painting into calligraphy. His bamboo tree has the true teachings of Mr. Banqiao, but his character is that he himself integrates calligraphy and shows it to the fullest. If Cao Danqing takes a closer look, he will feel that Zhong Yue is no longer able to improve by just learning some Chinese painting techniques.

Zhong Yue sat on the stone pier, waiting for Qiu Wenzhen to come out of the house.

After waiting for a long time, Qiu Wenzhen slowly locked the door in a black cotton jacket and a thread hat.

"Master, where are we going?"

"Just come with me." Qiu Wenzhen walked on the country road with a cane. Many old people in the village greeted him. He said to Zhong Yue: "There are many schools of seal management in the Ming and Qing dynasties. The one who taught me to control seals was the mainstay of the Zhejiang school, the disciple of Qian Song and Qian Naiqing, the eight families of Xiling. Our Zhejiang school founder Ding Jing is also the leader of the eight families of Xiling. He was one of the four sons of Xizhong, which was Cheng Sui, the founder of the She School, who mentioned earlier. My teacher also included many Anhui schools and the seal method of the She School, which is also considered to be a master of the She School."

Zhong Yue listened to Qiu Wenzhen's introduction and asked, "Then what are we doing?"

Qiu Wenzhen smiled and said, "Cut the bamboo."

“???”

Zhong Yue looked black and asked questions. Cutting bamboo? Is there any inevitable connection between cutting seals and cutting bamboo? He has never heard of it before. Will it be another test?

Seeing Zhong Yue's face full of confusion, Qiu Wenzhen smiled and said, "When chopping bamboo in spring and autumn, the insects may be worm-eaten. As for the summer, it is too hot, so generally experienced masters cut bamboos from the beginning of winter to the spring equinox. I told you before that learning to treat seals with me may be an unknown number. You must be mentally prepared."

“Is there any connection between sealing and cutting bamboo?”

Qiu Wenzhen said, "I'll ask you first, are the same as carving a knife and a pen?"

“Naturally different.”

"Yes, the use of a knife to treat seals. Of course, there is a knife method, and the carving knife is also called a stencil. You must understand that holding a knife and holding a pen are completely different things. Stones are not something that ordinary people can control. I will take you up the mountain to cut bamboo to temper your grasp of the blade and control of the strength. Although this hatchet is much heavier than the carving knife we ​​use to treat seals, when you lift the weight lightly, I can teach you the knife method."

When using a knife to treat seals, you must be at ease in a square inch, and it is very particular about mind, endurance and knife skills.

The two had already walked into the bamboo forest beside the village. Qiu Wenzhen said, "The disciples who followed me to make seals, one of them cut the bamboo for three months and then the birds left quietly. The other one held on for a year and finally ran away. They didn't know that I was doing well. I learned to make seals and cut them in the back mountain for three years. When I picked up the carving knife, I realized the feeling of being light and heavy as what my master said."

Qiu Wenzhen held the hatchet and pointed at the bottom of the bamboo, saying, "It was a bit difficult at the beginning. Although chopping bamboo is very simple, you have never used a hatchet, and you have to cut a bamboo. In addition, you scholars have little strength in your hands, so it was the most difficult a few days ago. Maybe both arms will be filled with lead, it depends on your perseverance. Try it."

Qiu Wenzhen handed the hatchet to Zhong Yue and stood beside him with a playful look, "Tell you first, don't use brute force, if you don't want your hand to be covered in blood."

Zhong Yue held the hatchet and raised a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Where did he come from? The bamboo forest behind Xiaohe Mountain is much more than this one. Every winter vacation, Zhong Yue would help several uncles in the village cut bamboo and make some money. He is more familiar with this hatchet than anyone else.

bend over.

Horse stance.

The hatchet in Zhong Yue's hand was not cut horizontally, but at an inclined angle, slashing towards the position above the bamboo joints. Although he hadn't cut bamboo for a long time, he had been insisting on refining ink, especially the ancient ink square with ten thousand pestles, which tests the strength of the craftsman's arm strength. For him, cutting bamboo was a very easy job.

Bang!

Bang!

With a few crisp sounds of broken bamboo, Zhong Yue leaned against his back, and an old bamboo of seven or eight years fell down. Qiu Wenzhen, who was holding a cigarette beside him, was stunned. The cigarette fell to the ground, and quickly picked it up, and was stunned to take a puff of the cigarette.

Unexpectedly, I took it wrong. The cigarette butt burned my mouth and took a breath in pain.

Hearing Qiu Wenzhen's air conditioning, Zhong Yue turned around and asked, "Master, is there anything wrong with it?"

Qiu Wenzhen picked up the cigarette, looked at Zhong Yue with a serious face, and said, "You cut a few more."

This time he was a little closer.

Zhong Yue raised his sword and slapped his movements quickly. He cut four or five trees in a row. He straightened his waist and took a breath. Although he had the trick to chop bamboo and used tricks, he was also a job of strength, so he was naturally a little tired.

"Is it enough?"

Qiu Wenzhen looked at the section of the broken bamboo. This was not a person who had just learned to chop wood. It was simply the work of an old woodcutter. The cut was very stable and uniform. Not only that, but when he cut three-quarters of the section, Zhong Yue used his shoulders to hold his back, which was also a very essential labor-saving method.

Qiu Wenzhen looked at Zhong Yue with complex emotions, "I can't tell that you are still an old bird!"

Zhong Yue said: "I used to live in the countryside and chop wood and bamboo. This is all work I have done since I was a child. Later, I refined ink in the old ink factory, so there was no problem with my arm strength."

"You still know how to refine ink?"

"Um."

Qiu Wenzhen looked at Zhong Yue as if he had seen a ghost. How could a person's energy be so strong? He said in a complicated mood: "Today I have agreed with Lao Song, you can help him cut bamboo."

"Then tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow, I will learn to make seals with me. I will be spared this." Qiu Wenzhen was a little surprised to see Zhong Yue's extraordinary appearance. It was such a strange thing...

While cutting bamboo, Zhong Yue observed the movements and stills in the bamboo forest. When painting bamboo, the brushwork is secondary, and the business layout is the essence. This has something in common with seal making.

When treating seals, they are divided into red cloth and white cloth. When painting bamboo, they focus on sparseness and density, and calligraphy is in line with yin and yang.

The hatchet fell.

The bamboo leaves trembled rustlingly.
Chapter completed!