When he got up early in the morning, Zhong Yue took a shower and changed his clothes.

I walked back and forth in the peach forest several times, holding a small note, which listed many questions. The questions I had already asked were planned in minutes. Some of them were important questions, and finally a few alternative questions were added so that the time was not yet up and there was nothing to ask.

Sweet potato cubes were cooked on the stove. Although the roast was fragrant, it was troublesome. Zhong Yue, who was lazy, still chose to cook it for more convenient food.

The water was almost boiling and lost half of it. Zhong Yue turned off the small stove and entered the system.

The ticket that everyone's book talked about was redeemed.

“Does the host use tickets?”

"yes."

"Which master wants to ask for advice from the master calligrapher and painter?"

"In the Jin Dynasty, Wang Xizhi."

If you hit a snake and hit seven inches, you have to ask someone who understands it. Wang Xun never opens his mouth. Instead of using this ticket to pry Wang Xun's mouth open, it is better to ask Wang Youjun directly to come and be more refreshed.

A light door suddenly flashed out of the green grass.

The countdown has begun on the timer above.

"Oh my god, I'm not ready yet!"

Zhong Yue rushed into the light gate quickly.

After a short white space in front of me, I gradually saw the scene.

The farmhouse is pastoral and the small house is pleasant.

"Don't Wang Xizhi live in the Langya tribe gathering place?"

Zhong Yue pushed open the wood door of the courtyard and saw the dark and graceful man sitting quietly by the pool.

A stone tablet stands beside the pavilion.

I think it is the thunderous goose pond.

"Wang Youjun, the young man born in Zhong Yue. Let's talk about a short story. I want to ask for some questions this time when I visit."

Wang Xizhi, who was sitting sideways, looked leisurely and contented, teasing the white goose who came ashore from time to time, "You ask."

"Is Wang's brushwork hidden in this goose pond?"

"yes."

"Sir, let me watch goose, what do you want to see after a late child?"

Wang Xizhi put his wide sleeves on his knees, smiled and looked over, "Geese."

“…”

The answer was so straightforward that Zhong Yue could not speak out.

"Is the goose related to the brushwork? Where is the connection? Please tell me clearly."

"Look at this goose, spiritual."

"Yes, it's very spiritual. But no matter how spiritual it is, it's still a goose, the right army, who is dull in his late age and cannot see any brushwork related to calligraphy."

Wang Xizhi was still sitting in his sleeve, "I heard that your ancestor Zhong Taiwei, who borrowed the nine powers of Cai Yong from Wei Dan, but Wei Dan refused to give them. Zhong Taiwei beat his chest and stamped his feet, and vomited blood. Later, Wei Dan died, and Taiwei dug his grave and obtained the brushwork. From then on, calligraphy became more and more sophisticated, and I wanted to use calligraphy to describe them in everything I saw. Now you have the nine powers of the gods and humans, and you are unique. Is there any more exquisite brushwork than this?

I asked you to see a goose because I wanted you to understand a truth. I like goose and calligraphy, so when I look at goose, just like your ancestor Zhong Yao, I always want to use calligraphy to describe it."

"The Wang family's handwriting style..."

Wang Xizhi turned sideways and looked at Zhong Yue calmly, "The brushwork is not easy forever, don't you understand?"

The enlightenment disrupted Zhong Yue's overall plan.

Yes, the brushwork has never been easy forever.

The nine powers of gods and man, right, am I stupid?

Zhong Yue was thinking about it and longed for more brushwork systems, but he forgot the most important thing, that is, brushwork has never been easy forever. Regardless of running, regular, cursive and official script, it is the brushwork evolved from the nine powers of gods and humans. As long as he understands the nine powers of gods and humans, isn’t it just that one method is understood, and all things are understood?

He suddenly thought of a very important question and quickly came back to his senses and asked, "By the way, sir, I would like to ask, among the nine forces, there is a stroke of ink that takes root and has a hundred flowers, how can I explain this? I have been comprehending for a long time, but I have been unable to understand the meaning of it for a long time. Please give me some advice."

Wang Xizhi was silent for a while, as if he was thinking hard, but his eyes were staring at a clingy "little fairy" and screaming beside his clothes.

"About your question, I think I have a very clever explanation, which may help you answer this question, but it's a pity..." Wang Xizhi picked up the vegetable leaves and scattered them towards the white goose.

The goose pond suddenly churned up and down, rushing to the top.

"What a pity?"

Wang Xizhi looked up at the sky, sighed, and murmured: "It's a pity that time has come."

Duang!

Zhong Yue's eyes were white and was teleported out of the light gate.

“…”

Zhong Yue sat on the green grass, speechless for a long time, "Damn!"

Is a dignified scholar who is so tricky?

Procrastination, it is obvious that I don’t want to say it…

This is really, one can cheat people more than the other!

Zhong Yue spent five million tickets and got an answer that was not the answer, and his whole heart was bleeding.

He sat on the grass, watching Mo Yun gradually reveal his true face.

Sweeping pen.

Turn.

Stiffness.

Horizontal scales and vertical streaks.

...

Finally, the ink rhyme fell on the ground.

Take root when landed.

Roots are born and flowers are brilliant.

What exactly is missing?

Zhong Yue still didn’t understand what was missing?

A little upset Zhong Yue entered the gathering place of the Wang clan of Langya, sat on the wooden bridge, and sat on the Ehu Lake.

After sitting for a long time, my butt became numb. Zhong Yue stood up and when he was tired of standing, he leaned against the wooden stake.

"If you like it, just imitate it..."

Zhong Yue withdrew from the brushwork system and took a color page of "Quick Snow Shiqing Tie" from the bookshelf next to him. He glanced at him carefully.

"This is not like a goose, Lao Wang is going to scare me!"

He walked to the long table beside him, picked up a pen, and dipped it on the ink dish.

Looking up, I saw the green trees on the mountain.

“Imitate it?”

The tip of the pen fell on the paper, and Zhong Yue's index finger moved, and the ink traces were cut open.

Hold the pen.

He put the pen aside, "It's still not possible..."

If it is a fine brushwork, Zhong Yue can easily integrate the brushwork into the painting method, but it will be difficult to use abstract strokes to contain all things in nature.

Zhong Yue sat at the table, took out the already cooled sweet potatoes, peeled off the skin that was as thin as a cicada's wings, and started gnawing.

"Wang Xizhi, are you sick..."

He cursed a little unhappy.

The cell phone rings.

Zhong Yue pressed the hands-free button and ate sweet potatoes.

"Xiao Yue."

"Brother Ye?"

"I can still hear it."

“There are comments.”

"Haha, the chairman and his wife are about to get married. I want to invite you to visit the ceremony in Songhu. I haven't been in touch for a long time. I'm a little busy, and I'm afraid that school will be about to start, which will affect your studies. Let me ask you what you mean."

Zhong Yue smiled, what is this called?

It's a coincidence that he got home.
To be continued...