When Zhong Yue saw the effect of the [Proficiency Improvement Coupon], he suddenly realized that feelings were a big plug-in that was enlightened. Those who have read martial arts novels know that the little monk Xu Zhu has extremely low martial arts skills. Later, he has had a series of luck. He is Wuyazi, Tianshan Tonglao, and Li Qiushui. He has inexplicably become a martial arts master.

This [Proficiency Improvement Coupon] is equivalent to improving martial arts - increasing the proficiency of the brushwork by 30%!

Although Zhong Yue is in the bottleneck stage of Xiaokai now and urgently needs such a fantasy plug-in to quickly improve his attainments in Xiaokai, he held back. Thirty percent, even if he uses this upgrade coupon, it is only 60%. In other words, if even this bottleneck requires such an upgrade coupon to improve his attainments, what should Zhong Yue do from 60 to 100 in the future?

Wen Zhengming Education 30% and 70% is actually leaving Zhong Yue with greater room for development, rather than teaching him to write step by step. Zhong Yue thought about it and saved this precious [Proficiency Improvement Coupon]. Even if the brushwork of small calligraphy has been improved to 80%, he does not intend to use him. It may reach more than 90%. He will only consider using it when he has not been able to improve for several years.

It’s not because of anything else, but because the system gave the system a chance to draw after only one percent of the proficiency. Zhong Yue couldn’t imagine that if it exceeded ten percent or more, it would be a great opportunity to improve "equipment"! Compared with this, the short-term improvement in writing style is still the former that comes more attractive.

After exiting the system, although two tasks were completed in a series of times, Zhong Yue did not receive any substantial rewards. The ink side also has the task of making ink at a primary time, which cannot be completed overnight. A complete ink ingot, one or two, will take half a year to dry ink. Such time-consuming is enough to show why one or two can buy one or two ink ingots for a price of one or even several thousand.

What's more, having an ink recipe does not mean everything. The ink making skills are the key. Zhong Yue, a little rookie, doesn't even have equipment, must learn the method of making ancient ink. Fortunately, Huizhou has a wealth of four treasures of study, Xuan pen, Hui ink, Xuan paper, and She inkstone, which includes the four treasures of study. It's just a good craftsman, so it's hard to find.

Zhong Yue picked up his cell phone and dialed Ye An's phone number.

"Zhong Yue? Is there anything wrong?"

"Oh, Brother Ye, the house has been renovated, thank you."

A few hearty laughter came from the other end of the phone, "It should be that I should thank you. Your works and the seal styles for Xiaozhuanli are very consistent with the chairman's memory. The imitation of the work is very successful. Now there are some final steps. The golden wedding ceremony between the chairman and his wife will be held next month. I will come to Huizhou to pick you up to attend."

"Then I'll trouble Brother Ye." Zhong Yue didn't refuse. Because in his mission, the [Wanshou Wujiang Imitation] mission was still in progress. It was probably because he had to wait until he could successfully deceive Ouyang Kaishan's wife's eyes, and then he could be considered as completing the mission. In this case, Zhong Yue felt that it was necessary to go to Songhu.

"Okay, if nothing happens, I'll hang up first."

Zhong Yue smiled, "Okay, goodbye Brother Ye."

The decoration matter has finally come to an end. Now what Zhong Yue has to do is to participate in the city college student grand prix. According to the competition process, after the preliminary round selection, the schedule for the rematch is scheduled in early August, which happens to be staggered with the celebration of Ouyang Kaishan's golden wedding.

In other words, after Zhong Yue handed over his preliminary work, he could go to Songhu to participate in the celebration, and then come back to participate in the live rematch of the Grand Prix. Whether he can enter the rematch depends on the quality of his works this time. Although the group of people who appreciate lacquer books is small, it is not easy to say what effect he can present with his small calligraphy.

After opening the window here for ventilation, Zhong Yue carried his schoolbag and went up the mountain.

The graves in the mountains are not poured with cement like cemeteries. They are just around the piles of graves, built with bricks and stones to prevent collapse.

His father's grave was on the hillside, a little lower than his grandfather's grave. He went up first, cleaned up some weeds and vines wrapped around his grandfather's grave, and lit incense and bowed. This was his grandfather's grave. His grandmother left early, and before his death, he specifically ordered to bury it in one place, and later buried it together. The stone tablets were all carved with the tombs, and then the name was lit with only vermilion lacquer.

Afterwards, he walked downstairs. His father's tomb had been cleaned up before, but it was still clean now. After scenting, Zhong Yue murmured to himself: "The family stone tablets were lost and regained, and Zhong's calligraphy can be inherited. Dad, you can rest in peace."

"Oh, Ayue, burn incense to your father."

Zhong Yue turned his head and said hello to Uncle Aba who had just returned from cutting bamboo from the mountain.

Uncle Ah Bo, wearing a straw hat and carrying a big bowl of bamboo on his shoulder, smiled with yellowed teeth, "Then you are busy, I'll go down the mountain first. Time flies so fast. You bastard, you were still secretly digging winter bamboo shoots in my bamboo forest. In the blink of an eye, you have grown so big, alas, so old..."

Zhong Yue looked at the back and said, it was so time wasted. At that time, he was holding a small shovel and digging Uncle Aba’s winter bamboo shoots with a few friends in the mountains and forests, and roasting them by the stream. Zhong Yue still remembers that the delicious and crispy taste was a bit light, but he chewed the saliva and never had such delicious winter bamboo shoots again.

After a while, Zhong Yue arrived at the family in the mountains again. Today, the weather was not very hot, the ground was green, there were no paddy fields on the mountain, and there were a few ridges of corn planted. Zhong Yue couldn't tell what the remaining crop was.

Today, scholars in this era are all without distinction between grains and not diligent in their limbs. You can let them eat and let them recognize the crops in the fields, so that they can avoid it.

Under a large camphor tree, there was a bluestone slab, and the ground was polished very flat. It was supposed to be a place to rest and eat. Before, Zhong Yue had not passed by this place, so he took out the felt and spread the paper.

Take out the old ink from the ghost market, drip clean water on the Duan inkstone sent by Ouyang Kaishan and gently polish it. Some people don’t understand the use of inkstones, some pour chemical ink into it, some don’t take out the ink in time, some don’t grind it in time, some do things that make it convenient and don’t clean it in time after use. These are all methods of hurting the ink and pen.

The correct way to use inkstone is to think of Zhong Yue like this, pour the grinded fresh ink into the ink disc in time, and then clean the inkstone in time.

The camphor leaves on the trees are rustling by the wind.

Zhong Yue lifts his pen and runs his writing.

After so many days of experience and training, the use of brush strokes is more experienced than before.

Ink should not be too thick when using small regular script, but lacquer script is just the opposite, thick ink is necessary. The new ink he grounds out is thick. When he lifts up the purple hair in the bamboo carving, the advantage of the pen produced by the system is that every time he uses the pen, it seems like the most comfortable and most suitable new pen, without any sense of blockage. In addition to consumables such as paper and ink, Zhong Yue thought that if he gets more than a dozen lottery opportunities and is fully equipped, this most expensive pen should save a lot of money.

Zhonghao pulls it open and writes on the side.

A glance at the word spring is like a wild geese on the river, jumping up.

Who stipulates that the brush is only stored in small calligraphy?
Chapter completed!