Zhong Yue also went to a bathhouse when he was a child. Southerners relatively don’t like taking baths. More bathhouses are in the form of showers. The kind of bathhouses are more in the north. However, it is really comfortable to soak here, especially the whole person’s mental state, which feels like they are released.

Of course he didn't care whether the old calligrapher, who was full of the aura of the Taoist big brother, was happy or not. Anyway, the old man had to pay for his previous rudeness.

The sound of a towel twisting water became the only sound in the small bathhouse.

"I thought I would get an answer that satisfies me."

Zhong Yue snorted and laughed, "Satisfied answer? Tell me, what is the satisfactory answer you hope to get?"

“Write as you wish!”

Zhong Yue put a towel under his neck. The only unhumanized part of this small bathhouse is that it is designed with clear edges. Do you want the customer to kowtow accidentally and get bleeding?

"The answer you want can also be understood in this way."

Hearing the voice from the other side of the East China Sea, the old Japanese man laughed, "It's just that you don't write as much as you want."

"Did you know again?" Zhong Yue chuckled.

"I can feel that you are more sincere than those hypocritical calligraphers, but you are still bound to the framework of brushwork and rules. Your calligraphy is not free and easy enough."

Zhong Yue glanced at Erwuba on the ceiling, raised his neck and drank a sip of milk. After staying here for a long time, although he was soaked in water, he kept sweating and became prone to dehydration. This is also the reason why customers fainted in some places where sweat was steaming, dehydration and hypoxia.

The milk tasted nothing, and it seemed a little light. Zhong Yue put the glass bottle aside, "You invited me here to tell me this?"

"I'm guiding you! Ignorance boy, your arrogant and rude attitude will make you mediocre and depraved! Do you know, if the whole Izumidao, how many young people are eager to me to guide them?"

Zhong Yue wiped his face and looked at the bald man for the first time, "So, I should bow to you, the Chinese-speaking Japanese Book Master, and then shouted that Master is here, please give me a prayer from my disciple?"

"Ha, Japanese Book? That's shit!"

Zhong Yue looked at the savage old man with a funny look, "If you want to splash shit on yourself like this, you can't take a bath." He was about to get up and end this boring meeting. He originally thought it was such a wonderful meeting, but... hehe, he saw a self-righteous pen.

He was actually in the same bathhouse with this old pen. What if it gets infected?

"I was a people's teacher before, so when I saw your work, I felt that it was necessary for me to pull you back to the shore. If you are humble, the entire Chinese calligraphy world will be shaken by you in the future! Those hypocritical calligraphers will shivering under your ink pen."

"You keep going." Zhong Yue looked like I saw how you could blow your pen, and sat on the tiles drinking milk on his own.

"You must throw away these so-called brushwork and rules. When I first wrote the Yan Family Temple Monument in China, I realized that it was all garbage. There is nothing more ridiculous than the calligrapher who thinks he monopolizes calligraphy. Calligraphy belongs to thousands of people! Liberate calligraphy! Calligrapher, put down your guise."

Zhong Yue looked at the old man with a little excitement and said, "In our China, there are only two kinds of people who speak like this. One is to sell fraud. Do you understand the fraud? Develop the offline line and people cannibalize people. There is another, yes, I think I know where they learned from the so-called "ugly book" culture."

"You don't have to hide your fear. I understand you won't give up before you feel the real pen and ink."

"Since you said that you have copied the Yan family monument in our China, I, by the way, it is called "The Inscription of the Inscription of the Tang Dynasty's Minister of the Young Master Xue Wang Youzhu Kingdom's Delegation to Secretary Shaojian's Prince and Prince Shaobao Yanjun", then tell me, what do you think is its greatest charm?"

The old man in flower arm stared at Zhong Yue's ancient well-being, "Mr. Yan is like the majestic Yellow River. His words are vast and modern. It is a kind of courage and a kind of concreteness. But you ignorant Chinese juniors only saw the superficial laws before Mr. Yan's endless waves, which is ridiculous!"

Zhong Yue originally thought that this Japanese old man would useless to criticize Yan Zhenqing, but when he looked at this insane and inconsistent old man praised Yan Zhenqing again, Zhong Yue was stunned again, what do you want to say?

"I haven't seen your works, and I don't know what you want to do." Zhong Yue stood up, "Wait for another day, I will let you see what the real Yan style of calligraphy is." Zhong Yue stood up, tied the somewhat slutty shorts to the key part, and walked around the bamboo curtain.

"But one thing I agree with your point of view is that calligraphy belongs to ten thousand people, but calligraphy does not need to be liberated, because in our China, calligraphy has never monopolized, no matter how the times change, it has never been." Zhong Yueke has never heard of any dynasty or era, which rule that civilians are not allowed to use brushes or write calligraphy. It is just that due to the low level of culture in ancient times, most people did not know how to read, calligraphy was only popular among the literati and doctoral class, which is not to say monopoly.

Just like buying a Porsche, no one stipulates that only people who have reached a value of wealth can buy it, but those who can afford it are definitely not poor people. This cannot be understood as the rich monopolizing Porsche.

The air in the small compartment was not circulating. When Zhong Yue came out, his whole body turned red. His bloodline floated under his skin like a dragon due to the stimulation of hot water and emotional excitement. After changing his clothes and walking out of the bathroom, a cold breeze in early spring blew his face, and he felt as if he had removed dozens of kilograms of shackles on his body.

"It seems like I'll have to take a lot of bathing in the future."

"Zhong Yue."

He turned around and saw Tan Yongzhi with an angry look on his face, "Why are you still following?"

"Do you know that leaving a girl and going to spend the whole life alone is a very ungraceful act?"

Zhong Yue listened to Tan Yongzhi's questioning and said, "First of all, you came with me. If women all over the world follow me, then I will be responsible for them? Also, please pay attention to your words. Have you seen people spend time in the bathhouse? Do you drink bath water?"

Tam Yongzhi disagreed, "Don't think I don't know, what if there are special services here?"

Zhong Yue smiled playfully, "Did you know again? Then go in and ask, you speak so well in Japanese."

"..." After being criticized by Zhong Yue, Tan Yongzhi immediately turned around and left.

Zhong Yue glanced into the bathhouse and went back with Tan Yongzhi.

"Why are there so many stupid things these days?"
Chapter completed!