"This ......"

Zhou Jing, Hu Fei and others looked at each other.

"Old Zhou, what do Vice President Cao's last words mean?" Hu Fei wondered.

"I don't know. Zhou Jing looked at him in confusion, "Let's not think nonsense, when things come, maybe we'll know." ”

"Okay. Hu Fei and the others continued to sort out the information in their hands.

Ye Chen walked straight along the academy continent, and met young male and female students on the way, full of vitality, and for a moment, he felt that he was back on earth and came to the campus.

"Alas, since I can't go back, I have to live in style. ”

Ye Chen suddenly shook his head and continued to move forward.

But the next moment, he was stupid, because he walked into a vast wood, several kilometers in size, and did not find the building of the Academic Office.

Due to the limitations of his physical body, his divine soul strength could only cover a thousand kilometers, so he could only honestly walk along the forest path and wander around.

"Hey, there's an old man over there, go over and ask him where the academic office is. ”

In the woods, a white-bearded old man holds this long brush in his hand, dips it in water, and splashes ink on a green leaf board.

What is surprising is that the big characters written by Qing Shui, under the wind and sun, do not show any signs of drying up.

The most important thing is that the white-bearded old man wrote "Surrounded by mountains on three sides, the wind does not stop." ”

Each big character seems to have a breathtaking effect, just look at a wind word, and immediately feel as if there is a wind blowing through the body.

When you look at the wind together, the wind you feel immediately becomes stronger.

"Awesome. ”

Ye Chen came to the old man and watched quietly, he loved calligraphy and painting in his previous life, but he didn't expect that in this world, the realm of calligraphy and painting could reach such a point.

"Hey, can you watch it?"

The white-bearded old man stopped his pen and found that there was an extra person next to him, and the most important thing was that he could read his writing.

In the world of martial artists, there are not only martial arts, flying into the sky, but also qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, and learning qin, chess, calligraphy and painting also have their own supernatural powers.

For example, the big characters he wrote, even if the martial artists of the Spirit Realm came, if they were not the same as the text, it would be easy to fall into it, and they would not be able to extricate themselves, the more mixed their thoughts, the more thoughts they had, and the more easily they would be affected.

Because the way of qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, it is the soul, the practice is the soul power, and the most ethereal is uncertain.

"You can watch it, but after watching it for a long time, that's what it's all about. Ye Chen nodded.

He has a strong spirit, and the words of the white-bearded old man only have an impact on him at the beginning, and after reading it a few times, he has no feeling.

It's like seeing a peerless beauty, at first glance, it's quite amazing, but after watching it for a long time, it's tired.

In particular, although the old man's big characters are powerful, the structure of the font frame is really miserable for Ye Chen, who is proficient in 'Yan Liu Ou Zhao'.

Ye Chen didn't directly criticize the white-bearded old man's ugly strokes, but still looked at the other party's age and saved face for him.

"What?

Ye Chen thought that he had saved face for the other party, but the other party didn't think so.

The white-bearded old man's calligraphy level is so high that even the dean is full of praise, and in the entire Qi County, he is one of the best, and when he comes to the other party's mouth, he actually evaluates it as 'that's it'?

Whew!

The old man was about to refute in anger, but in a blink of an eye, the other party was not a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, maybe a little supernatural, he could not be affected by the momentum of his own font, but he never knew calligraphy, and he was angry with him, purely playing the piano to the cow.

"After a long time, it turned out that the rabbit cub who didn't understand anything, go away, don't delay the old man to practice calligraphy. ”

The white-bearded old man waved his hand impatiently, picking up the leaf dust.

"Cut, you're just poorly written. ”

Ye Chen was also angry, he loved calligraphy and painting, and would rather others say that his cultivation was poor and his alchemy level was poor, and he would never allow others to say that his calligraphy and painting level was not good.

That was a trampling on his hobby.

"What's wrong, if you don't tell me today, don't leave. ”

The white-bearded old man blew his beard and glared.

I'm really angry today, I came out to relax, and hid in this dense forest where few people come, but I didn't expect to meet a stunned person, I don't know calligraphy, and I said that I wrote poorly.

Hmph, at first glance, it's a new student recruited this year, tender water, and I'll see how I teach him a lesson.

"Hey, I'm going to give you a rip-up today. ”

Ye Chen rolled up his sleeves, folded off a branch, and pointed to the word 'three' on the ground, "Let's look at the simplest strokes first, horizontal, you see what you wrote, when the pen is turned from the side cut to the middle line, the action is improper, and the tip of the pen comes out of the tangent line, resulting in a round head, which is extremely ugly." ”

"The correct way to write is to start with a square head, make the pen straight, then move to the right center, and finally rotate the end counterclockwise. ”

Ye Chen talked eloquently, and what he said was the most basic brushwork in European style.

European style is a kind of regular script font created by Ouyang Xun, a great calligrapher of the Tang Dynasty in the last generation, which is characterized by both square and round, mainly square, strong dot painting, and condensed pen force. It is not only steep on the side, but also rigorous and neat. The middle of the side remains stable, and the compactness does not lose sparseness. Since ancient times, it has been the first regular script.

Ye Chen loves calligraphy, deep European body three flavors, at this time, rigorous and logical, the white-bearded old man was stunned.

"That's what everybody writes all along. ”

Ye Chen's momentum was strong, the white-bearded old man withered, and looking at the round head he wrote, it was indeed a little ugly.

"You write what you say, I'll take a look. The old man with the white beard was itching.

"Hey, is it possible that the level of calligraphy in this world is very low?"

Ye Chen quickly thought of this, otherwise, with the level of the white-bearded old man who could write with momentum, it would be impossible to practice calligraphy well.

"Write quickly, write quickly. The white-bearded old man urged.

"Good. ”

Ye Chen took the long brush over, dipped it in water, and stroked it on the green leaf board, which was extremely smooth.

The white-bearded old man looked at Ye Chen's posture and was shocked in his heart, this is at least a fluency that can only be achieved after millions of practices.

I couldn't help but look forward to what Ye Chen said.

"Alright. ”

After Ye Chen finished writing, he put the long-pole brush aside.

"What?"

The white-bearded old man looked down and was taken aback, and soon his eyes turned red, staring at the horizontal stroke on the ground, "How can it be so good-looking?"

If the horizontal stroke written by the white-bearded old man is like the face of a normal woman, then what Ye Chen wrote is a fairy who captivates the country and the city.

"Smooth, natural, elegant, stretching ......"

One after another, beautiful words floated out of the mouth of the white-bearded old man, and he even lay down and studied the European body little by little.

"Dio, it's almost gone. ”

Because Ye Chen didn't understand the calligraphy of this world, the words he wrote quickly disappeared under the breeze.

"Copy. ”

The white-bearded old man hurriedly picked up the brush on the side, copied it little by little, and quickly immersed himself in it.

"This ......"

Ye Chen was dumbfounded, he came over to ask the location of the Academic Affairs Office, but he didn't expect to find someone who was obsessed with calligraphy again.

At this time, the long-lost system prompt sounded: "Congratulations to the host, the penmanship is vigorous, the artistic conception is blessed, and the system will give a special reward of 3000 soul points." ”

"Oh?"

Ye Chen glanced at the rewards issued by the system, and immediately smiled: "It seems that the spirit blesses the penmanship, so that the font has an artistic conception, so it has been rewarded by the system, it seems that I will practice writing more in the future." ”

As he spoke, he glanced at the white-bearded old man and found that the latter was still addicted to calligraphy and did not bother, he knew that a person who was addicted to his hobbies would definitely be furious once he was disturbed, so Ye Chen had no choice but to leave.

Fortunately, his spirit was strong, and after half a pillar of incense, he left the dense forest and found the Academic Affairs Office.

(End of chapter)