Ring Town

The ancients have always said that with a well-thought-out plan, one can write like a god.

Calligraphy is the same as painting. It is necessary to have an overall idea before writing, rather than counting where to write.

Wang Xizhi's calligraphy, first, is exquisite in brushwork, natural and unrestrained in strokes, euphemistic and subtle in strokes, like flowing clouds and flowing water.

The second is the elegant structure, delicate bones, and dense and dense stippling.

The third is the ingenious composition, which contains rich artistic beauty within the scale.In terms of horizontal and vertical dots, hooks, folds, and presses, it can be said that it is the best use of the pen to make the front. [

So there is a whole picture of this chest, standing at the highest point, but it is the most important.

However, although many people are talking about this kind of thing, not many people really understand it.

Most of them are arty people.

Therefore, in the crowd, seeing that Chu Feng hadn't written for a long time, the people who had been silent for a while suddenly started whispering again.

Especially Huangfu Ao, there was a distinct sneer on the corner of his mouth, provoking a trace of disdain: "Huh! Pretending to be profound, I'm afraid it's difficult for me to write the first stroke."

In such a sneer, Huangfuao's confidence also rose again, and there was a faint sense of complacency.

This also kicked off the prelude to the audience's chatter.

"I haven't written for so long, will I know how to write?" Finally, someone in the crowd raised a question in a low voice.

"In my opinion, I'm afraid it's..."

There were different opinions, even Zhong Teng was a little anxious to wait, but after all he had enough self-restraint, so he just smiled and didn't rush.

In fact, it wasn't that Chu Feng was intentionally so inscrutable, but that although he learned Wang Xizhi's calligraphy instant stickers in one shot, it was his first time to write, so he had to get acquainted with it, that feeling.

I lifted the pen for a long time until a drop of ink dripped down slowly.It splashed onto the flat rice paper, and Chu Feng finally realized it.

After this drop of ink splashed onto the rice paper, the crowd onlookers let out an exclamation.

Even Zhong Teng frowned subtly.

Huangfu Ao snorted coldly with disdain: "Ha, do you want another piece of rice paper?"

"No need!" Chu Feng didn't seem to see the banter between his words, his eyes were fixed on the rice paper, and the pen in his hand fell down quickly at this moment. Dancing wildly.

The moment the Langhao pen in Chu Feng's hand fell on the rice paper, at the periphery.Two old men came, but everyone's attention was focused on Chu Feng, so they didn't pay attention to them.

If Chu Feng saw it, he would definitely recognize one of them.It was Ji Datong he had seen.

Ji Datong frowned when he saw Chu Feng write so hastily.Gently said to the old man beside him: "Isn't this a bit sloppy?" [

The old man beside him.In fact, there is no need to introduce, one can guess that it is Mr. Banshan.

At this moment, his eyes were fixed on the stroke of Chu Feng's pen, and his eyes lit up when he saw the stroke of ink splashing and wandering.

It was what Lian Ji Datong said just now.Didn't hear either.

"In ancient times, there was Tang Bohu who sprayed ink into paintings, and now there is a kid from the Chu family who writes ink into books. It seems that today is destined to be a good story!"

Although his words are very light.But Ji Datong was so close to him, how could he not hear him, he was stunned and looked at him in surprise: "Could it be that he can turn decay into magic?"

What he said was abrupt, but who is Mr. Banshan, of course he understood what he meant, smiled mysteriously, and said softly: "The drop of ink splashed on the paper was intended to splash, but it also destroyed this piece of rice paper. It’s neat and tidy, but he followed the trend and took advantage of this momentum to complete it in one go. If he didn’t have a well-thought-out plan and put his eyes outside the paper, it would be impossible to do it!”

A look of astonishment appeared on Ji Datong's face. It's okay for such praise to come from other people's mouths, but it came from the only surviving master of calligraphy, Banshan, so it has to make people think deeply.

"Wouldn't it be better to get a new one?"

Ban Shan shook his head slowly, but his eyes never turned away from Chu Feng's flowing brushstrokes, instead he stared more closely.

"If he just changed the rice paper, then there will be flaws in the aura he condensed before. Once there is a flaw, it is tantamount to a failure, an irreparable flaw, and the aura of this calligraphy will be useless!"

"Oh?" Ji Datong narrowed his eyes, he understands this truth, but it's just like a mountain away from each other. Of course he knows a lot about calligraphy, but when it comes to proficiency, he doesn't.

After all, his main job is medicine, and his contact with calligraphy is only because of his old friend Banshan.

But Banshan's words have profound meanings, not only can explain the current calligraphy, but also apply to other things, so there is no difficulty in understanding.

It's just that he didn't expect that a simple line of characters would be used to such a level by a young man like Chu Feng.

So he looked at Chu Feng again, adding a kind of mystery and curiosity.

After all, it was the young man in front of him who took out the incredible Rejuvenation Pill and cured the biggest problem in medicine, cancer!

What's more, after the fact, he gave himself the "rejuvenation" prescription of Huichun Pill, which also made his medicine go to a higher level.

In fact, Chu Feng's calligraphy is good, and he was the first to discover it, because the handwriting on the "medicine" prescription that Chu Feng gave him made him very surprised when he saw it.

Later, it was given to Mid-Levels for viewing.

But he never imagined that Chu Feng's attainment in calligraphy would be so deep that he had already condensed his momentum!

Calligraphers who can successfully condense their own style are not amazing and peerless. Of course, this kind of style can also be large or small. Like Chu Feng, the style has already been condensed before writing, but it is very rare.

Among the people Ji Datong knew, there was only one person from Banshan. [

But now the old guy in Banshan actually said that Chu Feng had condensed his momentum before, what a state this is, so Ji Datong was suddenly fascinated by it.

The pen is like a dragon and a snake, and the clouds are flowing and the water is done in one go.

The onlookers were really stunned.

Quiet, as quiet as a needle can be heard!

They were panting heavily, none of them seemed to be holding their breath, watching Chu Feng's last pause with nervousness and anticipation, and then gently blowing the ink on the rice paper gracefully.

Only then did he turn his body slightly to one side, and looked at Zhong Teng with a smile: "I would like to ask Mr. Zhong for your advice."

"It's easy to say, easy to say." Zhong Teng was not polite, and walked over directly. His attention was completely attracted by the writing and the state of Chu Feng's creation just now. Seeing this painting made him wait for a long time.

But before he could reach the table, a nimble figure flashed ahead of him: "Haha, old man, let me take the lead in this matter!" (to be continued) ..)

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