Wu Zhonghe, who was hosting the live calligraphy and painting competition in the exhibition hall, also heard the noise here and rushed over to hear the news. He saw the strange stack of felt paper on Zhong Yue’s table and the bottle of “antique” starlight ink. He frowned, "Are you here to make trouble? Go out quickly!"

Zhong Yue threw away the label given by Huang Mingchuan, "Director Wu, I am a normal competition."

"A normal competition, then...what is the mess on your table?"

"Print, ink, paper."

Wu Zhonghe frowned and said, "You said you were not here to make trouble? Did you think I was not scolding me before and wanted to come over and ask for it again?"

"I don't understand, Director Wu, is there any problem with this ink paper? Do you think these things were robbed by me?"

"you……"

"Zhonghe, what's wrong?" The old woman wearing a cheongsam walked over with her waist straight.

Wu Zhonghe turned around and pointed at Zhong Yue, "Vice President, look at the students recommended by Teacher Huang. This is deliberately embarrassing me."

"What's wrong? Did he make any excessive requests?"

"Look at what's on his table, alas, is this the attitude a calligraphy enthusiast should have?"

The old woman glanced at the pen and ink on Zhong Yue’s table and asked with a smile: “Do you need any help?”

"Hello, it doesn't need to."

The old woman nodded, "Zhonghe, let's go."

"No, Vice President, look at this..."

The old woman glanced at Wu Zhonghe indifferently, "I have nothing to say about managing your students. You have to care about the other contestants? What's wrong with the paper and pen? This is their freedom. Let's announce the start."

"good."

Wu Zhonghe sorted out his disturbed thoughts and said, "This live calligraphy and painting competition is jointly organized by the Municipal Calligraphy Association and Huizhou Academy of Fine Arts. Each painting and calligraphy has two gold and silver awards. The competition time is two hours. The content of the work is customized. There will be teachers from the Academy of Fine Arts and Calligraphy Association. They are not allowed to copy or copy. If the work is completed, they can leave the seat directly and they are not allowed to return to the venue in the middle."

After Wu Zhonghe announced the rules, he started to whisper with more than a dozen calligraphy and art masters sitting beside him. Zhong Yue looked at the contemptuous gazes around him and smiled.

"Puff!"

"Puff!"

Zhong Yue looked up and looked at the display cabinet not far away. Gu Qin kept signaling the "Four Breakings of Study" on Zhong Yue's table, his eyes full of confusion. He just reminded him to go out to sell, but he thought he had prepared for it. This was a preparation? The four treasures of study are probably worse than those beginners.

Seeing Gu Qinhou's anxious look, Zhong Yue smiled and shook his head, poured the bottle of starlight ink on a small porcelain plate, and soaked the bad ink with the broken bamboo pen without any tip of the pen.

The students of the Academy of Fine Arts were really unable to stand it anymore. They thought Zhong Yue was so poor that he couldn't afford to buy a brush, so he used such a broken pen. Out of sympathy, he asked, "Student, I have a few spare brushes here, if you need it..."

"Thank you, I'm used to this." Zhong Yue replied with a smile.

To write the essence of Jinnong's lacquer writing, it is difficult to write the style of lacquer writing with an ordinary brush, that is, this kind of brush without a tip is needed.

Huang Xu glanced at Zhong Yue and smiled coldly.

Creating a good work may be done in one go, or it may be written halfway through, suddenly without inspiration and become a failed work. Especially some running scripts, which are known for their coherence in their brushwork, there must be no flaws, otherwise a small stagnation may ruin a whole work.

For example, Yan Zhenqing's "Memorial to Nephew" is a true expression of love, and it is done in one go. Even if it is scribbling in the middle, it is a reflection of thoughts. Often using ink until the dry brush is enough to show the depth of Lu Gong's brushwork. If later generations deliberately imitate those drafts, they will be backfired, and they will be suspected of imitating the flirting and becoming shallow and vulgar.

Zhong Yue spread the paper flat on the table. Because the felt paper was too small, ordinary calligraphy works either use four-foot large pride or four-foot-wide sizes. In the past, he only wrote twelve words for this piece of felt paper. However, as a work, it looked dull according to the red square layout on the felt paper. Calligraphy works pay attention to blank space, and it is not full or perfect.

He glanced at Wu Zhonghe who was staring at him like a poisonous snake, and had something in his mind. He picked up the brush on the plate and started to use the pen.

The most common calligraphy strokes are used to hide the tip, which is somewhat related to the brushwork. The most common calligraphy method used by calligraphers is the brushwork that hides the tip. The ancients emphasized subtlety and revealed the sharpness, which often had a derogatory meaning, starting the tip against the tip and writing in the center, which is the most direct spiritual manifestation of people, brushes, and calligraphy.

Because Zhong Yue's writing is heavy, in addition to the elements of brushwork, the requirements for wrist strength and concentration are also a test. In general fonts, if the writing is slow, the gestures of this character will easily be crooked. This is because the basic skills are not solid. Because Zhong Yue has the blessing of the brushwork system, he is naturally very skillful in using his brushwork with 90% proficiency.

Many calligraphers in the city are already walking around and observing students' creations.

"Mingchuan, is that the descendant of Zhong Yao you mentioned?"

When Huang Mingchuan saw that the old woman was interested in Zhong Yue, he smiled and said, "What are the great ideas about Xiao Yue?"

In today's era, the term "Mr." is not generally called a woman, but for some elderly female scholars who are very famous and have outstanding achievements in a certain field, they still use the term "Mr." to show respect, which shows Huang Mingchuan's respect for this old woman.

"I dare not take it for my high opinion, but in this impetuous era, it is rare to see that there are such young people with such a mind."

The two of them were afraid of affecting the students' creation, so they deliberately walked a little further and talked softly.

"Yes, does Mr. Liu know what happened to me the first time I saw Zhong Yue?"

"Oh? I hope to hear it carefully."

"It's because the treasure of the city's cultural center is now, and the half Wei stele. I personally went to Xiaoheshan in Daping Township. I didn't expect that this kid would wear mourning clothes and mourning for his deceased father. He also said that he would keep mourning for three years. Tell me, in this era, who would respect such an old ancient method?"

The woman smiled calmly, "I won't comment on this matter. After all, the times are different."

Huang Mingchuan nodded, looked at Zhong Yue who was writing with his head down, and murmured: "I don't know what this kid means. Today I ran over and said that he wanted to participate in the competition. To be honest, his grandfather's Weibei is indeed well written, but now the situation of calligraphy in China is in China, Mr. Liu, you also understand."

"It's just a matter of pursuit, but if you lose the fun and connotation of calligraphy itself, no matter how innovative it is, it will be a sensational."

"Mr. Liu said very well. Why don't we go and see what surprises will Xiaoyue bring to us?"

Everyone Liu, who was standing aside, smiled slightly, "I don't know if it's a surprise or not, but it seems that Director Wu was shocked."
Chapter completed!