Calligraphers mostly start with regular script. Such classic small regular script copybooks are at least a hundred times. The forty-four lines of "Le Yi Lu" have poor memory and cannot memorize the whole article. After copying these hundreds of times, the first six or seven lines have already been memorized.

"People in the world often discuss it by Le Yi (this is inferior to the point of being inferior to the point of being inferior to the point of being inferior to the point of being inferior to the point of being inferior to the point of being inferior to the point of being superior to the point of being far away. It will be roundabout and difficult to understand, and then it will be possible. The interest of Leshi today may not be completed, but it is often inferior to the point of being inferior..."

These things do not need to be remembered deliberately, but they come and write with their mouths and pens. However, Zhong Yue seemed to be looking at the content on the big screen as if it was the first time he came into contact with them.

Yes, that's right. Zhong Yue has never copied this "Leyi Lun". Today I am talking about small calligraphy. I don't look at the portraits of who copied the calligraphy and what content is written. There is actually not much difference between familiarity and unfamiliarity.

Running script will have a great impact, but small regular script will not.

Yun Hui obviously saw the reason why Zhong Yue looked up frequently and frowned and sighed: "This child is too confident. The content is based on the "Lingfei Jing". Not to mention the result, at least he is familiar with the pen. How could he be so arrogant and choose "Le Yi Lun"?"

Yun Hui had obviously investigated Zhong Yue and knew that such a fledgling boy came from Huizhou. He had won the championship in the city's college student grand prix for a brilliant article "Liujia Lingfei Jing".

On the other hand, Wang Ge was so familiar with this article "Le Yi" that he had never been able to write since he was a child. Since he was a child, he had no idea how many brushes he had written. Not to mention memorizing, even the posture of using the pen has formed a fluent and coherent brushstroke. He did not need to spend any extra energy and wrote it down smoothly.

The rat whisker in Zhong Yue's hand was very easy to use. He could even feel the friction caused by the subtle movements when the pen thigh's waist was flipped.

Fifty twists and turns, this is a secret realm that Zhong Yue had not reached before. It was finally realized after he had become familiar with two lines!

He put the rice paper he had written into a ball, threw it aside, and took a new ribbed single rice paper with some joy.

However, those sitting in the seat didn't know what happened to Zhong Yue, and shook their heads and sighed.

"This kid's mentality is so explosive..."

"It's true that if you don't have the ability, don't choose unfamiliar content, and even choose the Leyi theory arrogantly. You are so young and energetic."

The host who was photographed throughout the whole process said softly: "The two masters are already creating, but the challenger seems to have made a mistake. The works he wrote before were kneaded into a ball and discarded on one side. Teacher Wang Ge was orderly and steadily creating with his pen. Seeing the situation is very unfavorable to Mr. Zhong!"

When Zhong Yue started writing the second time, his whole mental state became even more instant.

The momentum is coherent. Although there is no connection between characters and strokes, it echoes each other from afar, and contains the mysterious brushwork of the Tang people. After Zhong Yue used the secret rat whiskers and hair, it finally achieved it!

Zhong Yue was even unwilling to look up at the text again, fearing that such a state would be interrupted. Fortunately, Wen Zhengming also copied works of such classic books. Zhong Yue directly turned on the system holographic projection. With the help of light and shadow, he could fully understand the full text.

As for the brushwork of Wumen's small calligraphy, he didn't have to worry about it at all, because he had completely abandoned the delicate and gracefulness of Wen's family. The urgent momentum of the nine powers of the gods and man, and the agility of the rat whiskers and hair, he could reach the height of Tang people's brushwork with a twists and turns. Zhong Yue achieved this brushwork that even Wen Zhengming had dreamed of!

In this wonderful state, Zhong Yue's mood tends to be calm. If it were in the past, after another breakthrough, excitement would be inevitable. However, the fine artifact produced by the system has the effect of calming the heart, so he can be calm.

The rules of small calligraphy are the standard.

If the rules are broken, then no matter how elegant and agile the strokes are, they will be sick.

There is no reason, this is the rule of regular script.

It is precisely for this reason that none of modern calligraphers specialize in regular script. There are too many giants on this mountain and the rules are rigorous, and no one can match or even surpass them. Therefore, since the Ming and Qing Dynasties, there has been no real master of regular script.

This pattern was not announced until the last decade.

With the revival of traditional Chinese studies, various "pseudo-masters" emerged like mushrooms after a rain. Wang Ge is naturally one of them. In the calligraphy business empire in Shanghai, he is ****!

It has been a long time since I wrote small calligraphy in small pieces. Wang Ge's palms were slightly sweating and his arms were a little sore. After a while, the disciple immediately brought the fragrant tea.

"Master, use tea."

Wang Ge put down his pen and saw Zhong Yue on the opposite side still writing with all his attention, tea moistening his throat.

"Master, you are willing to give me ten thousand hearts. That boy's mentality is so exciting. I just wrote one and lost it. You must win."

Wang Ge smiled and handed the teacup back, and continued to lift the pen to write. There were only about thirty lines, and the last paragraph had to be completed. Wang Ge breathed a sigh of relief and lifted the pen to write.

Zhong Yue moved away, put his pen aside, closed his eyes and carefully felt the feeling before.

The audience on the side no longer had any hope for Zhong Yue. Because Zhong Yue looked up and looked at the content before, and after his mentality exploded, he stopped reading the content. He saw that he was writing nonsense. What other good works could he write?

A wooden bridge and a white goose appeared in Zhong Yue's mind.

Quiet and quiet.

The white geese play in the water, sometimes quiet and sometimes moving.

Techniques, art.

Although Wang Xizhi's brushwork is praised as graceful as a stunning geese and as a sporty dragon, it is rarely called "Wang's style".

The details of each stroke vary greatly, each stroke is wonderful, and each stroke is different, and every stroke is different, one by one, five twists and turns, this is not a fixed brushwork. Zhong Yue carefully felt the mysterious feeling just now.

Wang Ge took the last stroke and looked up at Zhong Yue without realizing his brow frowned.

Going asleep?

What a fake!

Seeing that both of them had stopped writing, there was a rustling sound next to them.

"What is Zhong Yue doing?"

"It's really interesting. I just spoke such a big tone and was really showing off when I really wanted to show off my strength. I really don't know what the media has been circulating before?"

"Brother, the current media can believe it if you say nine out of ten sentences. But this guy is really good at lacquer books, but this little calligraphy seems to be losing a lot."

Wang Ge stood up and said, "Hey, Mr. Zhong, have you rested?"

Zhong Yue opened his eyes.

“I’m done.”

Wang Ge laughed, "I know you're done, camera, and now you can start the show."
Chapter completed!