In the resplendent hall, the lights shine brightly.

Young men and women with good temperament stood quietly, all silent.

Very quiet.

In front of the desk in the center, summer stands quietly.

Beside him, the contemporary master Lu Lao personally studied the ink, and his expression was very different.

Facing the complicated gazes, Xia smiled slightly, "Lu Lao, in fact, this fake still has a little effect." ”

Lu Lao's movements froze slightly, and then suddenly, "Xiaoyou refers to ......"

"That's right, its paper is at least cinnabar. ”

Well?

Lu Lao's face changed, "Are you saying that only by using this cinnabar paper can you reach the realm of entering the Dao?"

In today's era, there are naturally many famous calligraphers, but only the calligraphy of Lu Lao can enter the gods, and many people can only reach the realm of law in their lives.

Over the years, Lu Lao has been studying and practicing hard, but he has not been able to enter the Tao.

Now when I heard Xia say this, I immediately looked nervous and excited.

For him, entering the Tao is definitely a dream realm.

"Yes and no. Summer shook his head, "There is an old saying, good painting with good words, good words with good paper, cinnabar paper compared to other papers, the help of calligraphy is relatively greater, like an introduction and foundation." ”

After a pause, he pondered for a moment and considered his words, "Lu Lao knows the Taoist talismans, why do they use cinnabar to draw talismans? ”

"I see. ”

Lu Lao's face suddenly became abrupt.

The over-the-top meaning of summer expresses one meaning.

No matter how many people believe in talismans or charms in contemporary society, and whether or not they really have magical effects, the talisman paper has a key role.

That is, cinnabar wolf hair and other special production.

In modern parlance, when making talismans, the ink and cinnabar are magnetized through their own physiological electric field, and a tiny magnetic field is formed on the talisman paper to induce changes in the vitality of heaven and earth.

So a new question arises, not to mention those rune comparisons, let's just say why do you prefer to use rune paper made of cinnabar when making talismans?

It's very simple, because the paper made of cinnabar wolf hair and other things has a special magnetic property, which can more easily resonate with its own magnetic field.

Lu Lao is not an old man who does not eat the ancients, and has even studied Taoist culture.

At this moment, Xia was just a little light, and he figured out the joints, and immediately became excited, eager to find cinnabar paper to practice immediately.

The two chatted like old friends, but Jin Aorong's face next to him became more and more gloomy.

No matter how stupid he is, he can see that although Lu Lao didn't say anything from beginning to end, he has clearly expressed a meaning.

His so-called picture of a hundred battles is actually a fake!

When he thought of this, he longed to tear the summer apart.

If there is no such thing as this guy stirring up the situation, even if Lu Lao sees that it is a fake, he is afraid that he will not expose it, and his purpose of revealing his identity has been achieved.

It's all this bastard!

Damn it!

Some people are like this, they are lenient with themselves and strict with others, they are always right, and others are always wrong.

Jin Aorong is obviously this kind of person.

He never thought that if he hadn't wanted to humiliate Summer, the situation he was in would not have happened.

Suddenly, I felt something, and I looked at it, but I saw that Summer was looking at herself with a smile.

Somehow, Jin Aorong's heart chuckled.

"Jin Shao, anyway, your painting is a fake, but the paper is authentic cinnabar paper, you don't mind if I write on it, right?"

Hear the words.

The corners of Jin Aorong's mouth twitched, and he barely squeezed out a smile, "Naturally I don't mind." After speaking, he quickly changed the topic, "Xia Shao should hurry up and write, we all can't wait." ”

"Huh. ”

Summer smiled, reached out and took the brush handed to him by Lu Lao, dipped it in ink, paused, and said, "Lu Lao, I don't have the skills of Master Xiaoyaozi, so I can only reluctantly imitate his mentality when he paints, and I smiled." ”

Let's talk about it.

Pen.

Put pen to paper.

The pen walks the dragon snake.

The font jumps out in the upper left corner.

"This ......"

Just the first word was written, and Lu Lao's expression changed greatly, stunned, surprised, and shocked...... The excitement of the last face.

"The remnant sun is like blood, and the heavens and the earth move. ”

"Troubled times are thick. ”

"The fire fell to the ground, and the world was in chaos. ”

"The sword rushed to the sky, and the blood stained the country. ”

The font is vigorous and powerful, the force is transparent, the silver hook is painted with iron, and the pen is like a cloud of smoke.

At this moment of summer, his expression was unprecedentedly serious and dignified, and every word he wrote seemed to have exhausted his whole body strength.

Soon, there was already a faint sweat on his forehead, and under the guidance of mysterious energy, the power of qi and blood carried his emotional thoughts along the barrel of the pen into the font.

Around.

I don't know when it was completely quiet.

Needle drops can be heard.

These few sentences are not famous quatrains, but in the eyes of those present, they are shocked, shocked, and extremely strong and unbelievable.

They don't know calligraphy, but they can feel a biting chill rushing towards them, as if there are swords clanging and shouting and killing sounds stirring.

Every word falls, and it looks like a wild horse that has escaped from the air and then disappears from the dust.

Looking at it like a dragon flying into the sky, tossing and moving and disappearing.

Condensed like a ruin, the emptiness is almost crazy, and infinite variables are hidden in it.

"The drums of war sounded, the golden song sounded, and the cold light sparkled on the galaxy. ”

"The heart is like iron, the eyes are getting cold, and the iron bones are talking about heroes. ”

"The wolf smoke rises, grows up, and the remnants of the body are cracked and dyed red. ”

"The merits and demerits are judged by future generations, why not die a hundred times just for the sake of war. ”

"Fight! Fight!"

The last word fell, and the whole hall fell silent, dead silent.

Everyone stared at the words on the scroll...... Just by looking at the font lines of those iron and silver hooks with the naked eye, you can feel the fierce breath of slaughter.

This is the way of calligraphy.

Even people who don't know calligraphy again can give birth to artistic conception, and Lu Lao, who is well versed in the way of calligraphy, is even more kidney-friendly about it.

At this moment, he took out a magnifying glass out of nowhere, and from the first word, he observed it one stroke at a time, and muttered to himself.

There are exceptions.

For example, Jin Aorong, whose face was already gloomy, seemed to be able to drip venom at this moment.

Jealous and hateful!

His hatred for summer began to climb and reach new heights.

Zhao Qiushui in the crowd was also surprised, but he cared more about the person in the summer.

"Grandpa is right, he must be a strange man. ”

Thinking of the difficult scene he had at the beginning, Zhao Qiushui's mood was complicated and slightly self-deprecating.

Long.

Lu Lao suddenly straightened up and sighed slowly, "This is the way of calligraphy......"

The layman looks at the bustle, and the insider looks at the doorway.

For everyone like Lu Lao, calligraphy is fascinating, and they can better understand the artistic conception that does not seem to belong to the world.

In fact, these words are not beautiful or pretty, but there is a sense of substitution.

In that turbulent era, the tragedy of the bloody battlefield, and the artistic conception of the slaughter, it seems that these fonts can make everyone who sees it have an extremely strong resonance.

"This is the way of entry...... "Lu Lao repeated again, "the pen gesture is strong, rigid and clumsy, the first writing of the Huang Ting, its shape and spirit are forgotten, the clouds are frightened, the sword is tense, Jin Ge is not restrained, the killing is fierce, the ideal kicks the peak, like the immortal indulgence comes and goes without a trace, the paper, the array is also the author, the scabbard is also ink, and the armor is also."

The water inkstone, the city is also the heart, the general is also the ability, the deputy general is also the structure, the strategy is also the writer, the good and the evil are also in and out, the order is also bent, and the killing is also ......"

He used up almost every word of compliment he could think of.

Although everyone couldn't understand it, it gave people a feeling of incomprehension.

It can be seen that these words are absolutely extraordinary.

After the gods chattered, Lu Lao sighed again, reluctantly raised his head, and looked directly at the summer, his voice was a little excited. "Little friend, why don't I worship you as a teacher?"