"Master Zhao, Teacher Ye Chen just came to the academy, and I am not familiar with him. Ehama said something against his will.

"Master, it's not easy for you to come here, tell us about calligraphy. Jiang Bin's eyes rolled and he suddenly invited.

The more than 300 students in the audience were stunned when they heard Zhao Zhen's name just now, and when they reacted, they were very excited, and they all shouted: Master Zhao, Master Zhao.

Ehama and his students went crazy.

Zhao Zhen, the prince of Yanwu, is in a high position and lives in seclusion in Tiandao City, a master of calligraphy, and a calligraphy in the realm of psychic.

Just now, I copied the rubbings of his font, and now I have met a real person.

If Zhao Zhen was asked to write a few words on the spot, wouldn't it be better than all the printed copies.

Therefore, the three hundred students were excited, begging Zhao Zhenlu to show his hands.

If it was before, in the face of so many students' hard work, even if he couldn't write, he would explain the structural principles of calligraphy, but now he can't.

Why?

Of course, it is because there is a calligraphy master Ye Chen in the art world in the Academy of Literature, if he talks a lot, the class gets an axe, which makes Ye Chen unhappy, and he has no place to cry.

Zhao Zhen waved his hand and quieted down the more than three hundred students.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it's not that the old man is unwilling to make a move, but that there are more powerful people in the Academy of Literature, and the old man doesn't make a move. ”

"What? Someone more powerful?"

More than three hundred students were dumbfounded, there are people in the academy who are more powerful than Zhao Zhen, how come we don't know?

Teacher Jiangbin is impossible, there is only Dean Liu Song, but I heard Teacher Jiangbin say just now that Dean Liu Song is not as powerful as Zhao Zhen.

"Master Zhao, you are too modest, there are even more powerful calligraphy masters in the entire Heavenly Dao City than you. ”

Ehama's eyes were filled with crazy adoration.

"The Ye Chen I just found is better than me. ”

Zhao Zhen sighed and told the truth.

"What?Ye Chen?"

More than 300 students wondered, Teacher Jiang Bin said, isn't Ye Chen a waste wood with poor talent and character?

How could such a waste of wood alarm Master Zhao and make Master Zhao so respectful?

Jiang Bin's face was embarrassed, because when Ye Chen revealed the realm of calligraphy, only a group of teachers knew about it, and they tacitly understood that there was no foreign transmission, so many students thought that Ye Chen was a waste wood under the propaganda of Jiang Bin and other teachers.

"Master Zhao, Ye Chen can indeed write a few words, but he is too young, it is estimated that only those few words can be practiced well, and the other words are very ordinary, don't let him be fascinated. Jiang Bin persuaded.

Yes, Jiang Bin knew that Ye Chen could write words in the realm of artistic conception, and he still dared to compete with the other party, and the most important willingness was that he still didn't believe in Ye Chen's true level.

He thinks that Ye Chen has only practiced a few words hard, and his real calligraphy level is actually very poor.

This is easy to understand, for example, some people are very poor in handwriting, but the signature words are beautiful, because they have only practiced a few words.

"Never. ”

Zhao Zhen shook his head.

He believes in his own vision and judgment, although a pair of "Spring Dawn" is only twenty words, but a glimpse of the whole leopard, Ye Chen is definitely a master of calligraphy.

"Teacher Jiang, if it's inconvenient for you, continue the class, I'll find it myself. Zhao Zhen's vision was so sharp, he saw that Jiang Bin was pushing back, and he knew in his heart that Jiang Bin was likely to have a conflict with Ye Chen.

"Genius, I am jealous everywhere I go, I think I was like this in the capital back then, and Ye Chen was the same in the Academy of Literature. ”

Zhao Zhen shook his head and left.

"Master Zhao......"

Jiang Bin shouted and followed, "I'll take you there." ”

"Just take the opportunity to probe his reality again. Jiang Binxin said.

"Let's go too. "More than 300 students in the classroom quickly followed, creating a spectacular scene.

The small classroom was quiet, only the rustling of Ji Fang, Kong Ling, and Zhou Mengyao were writing.

Bang bang bang!

Suddenly, there was a loud noise outside, "This is here, this is it." ”

Then there was a cacophony of footsteps, shouts, and sounds, which reached their ears.

"What's going on?"

Ji Fang, Kong Ling, and Zhou Mengyao woke up from the wonderful strokes.

"It won't be Mr. Ehama who is taking the students to attack while the teacher is no longer attacking. Ji Fang and Kong Ling were frightened.

"No, it won't. ”

Zhou Mengyao snorted, "With me, don't be afraid." ”

Ji Fang and Kong Ling nodded, both of them already knew Zhou Mengyao's identity, and the granddaughter of the old dean of Dan Yuan Zhou was here, giving Jiang Bin ten dares, and they didn't dare to make a mistake.

"Is this it?"

Outside the door, Zhao Zhen frowned and asked.

The calligraphy master of the dignified artistic conception world, only give a classroom of more than ten square meters? The Academy of Literature is too bullying, right, next time it is simple Liu Song must ask carefully.

"Ahem, the resources of the college are limited, and Teacher Ye Chen only received three students, assigning him a large classroom, wasting resources. Jiang Bin explained embarrassedly.

"What, only three students were accepted?" Zhao Zhen asked in disbelief, "His requirements are too high, isn't it?" ”

"It's not that he's demanding, it's that he wants to charge more students, but no students want to talk to him. Jiang Bin explained.

"Ahh

Zhao Zhen was dumbfounded, how could this be? The master of calligraphy in the realm of artistic conception wrote two words casually and put them out, and the students did not come one after another.

How can I not receive students?

"That's true. Jiang Bin emphasized again.

"Did I misread him?" Zhao Zhen also doubted his judgment for a while.

"Maybe Master Zhao admitted his mistake. ”

"Yes, if our Academy of Literature really has a calligraphy master who is more powerful than Master Zhao, how come we don't know?"

"Let's study hard with Mr. Jiangbin. ”

More than 300 students were talking.

Zhao Zhen's face was embarrassed, and he said in his heart, let's go and have a look first.

Smack!

Zhao Zhen knocked lightly on the door: "Is Teacher Ye Chen here?"

Inside the house, Zhou Mengyao, Ji Fang, and Kong Ling were waiting anxiously, and suddenly an old man's voice came from outside the house.

"Huh?"

Zhou Mengyao felt that the voice was a little familiar, thought for a while, and suddenly said, "It's Grandpa Zhao." ”

Looking at the puzzled eyes of Ji Fang and Kong Ling, Zhou Mengyao chuckled and explained: "It's Master Zhao Zhenzhao, my grandfather's good friend." ”

"What? Master Zhao Zhen Zhao. ”

Ji Fang and Kong Ling's exhalations suddenly became rapid.

They are just ordinary family disciples, and their status is very different from Zhao Zhen's, although they know that Zhao Zhen's calligraphy realm may not be as good as the teacher, but they can't stand the other party's high status.

"Open the door quickly. The two hurriedly said.

Squeak, the classroom door opens.

"Grandpa Zhao, are you looking for a teacher?" Zhou Mengyao opened the door, and sure enough, he saw Zhao Zhen.

"Hey, it's Yao'er, do you worship Ye Chen as a teacher?"

Zhao Zhen was surprised.

The night before yesterday, when Zhou Haifeng and Liu Song drank and talked about Zhou Mengyao's apprenticeship, he felt "Spring Dawn" on the side, and he didn't know about Zhou Mengyao's apprenticeship.

"yes. Zhou Mengyao nodded, "The teacher is not here today, he went out." ”

"Absent?"

Zhao Zhen shook his head in disappointment, "Do you know when he will come back...... Huh?"

Suddenly, Zhao Zhen's eyes widened, staring at a desk in the classroom.

"What's wrong?"

Zhou Mengyao and Jiang Bin, who were waiting outside, and a group of students looked over and saw a lot of rice paper scattered on a table in the small classroom.

Some of the most basic strokes are written on rice paper, horizontal, vertical, apostrophe, pinch, fold, and ......

Every simple stroke contains this rich artistic conception, which makes people look at it and seem to be imprinted in their hearts.

Swish!

Zhao Zhen was like a child discovering a fun toy, his eyes lit up, and he brushed aside Zhou Mengyao, Ji Fang, and Kong Ling, who were blocking the way, and came to the table with trembling hands.

"The strokes of the artistic realm are simply amazing. ”

Zhao Zhen's eyes left two lines of tears.

What is the most basic thing to learn calligraphy fonts? Of course, the strokes are like the foundation support of the house, supporting the font.

Generally speaking, the simpler the strokes, the more difficult it is to write, especially in the strokes to retain the artistic conception, which is even more difficult to do.

Like the word 'incense', the word 'incense' in the realm of artistic conception will exude a fragrance, but what about simple skimming, horizontal and vertical?

How to express this artistic conception?

When he didn't see the strokes, he replied that there was no way.

I don't dare to say that now.

He is at the critical point of breakthrough, at this time, the test is not only the perception of the artistic conception of the font, but also the mastery of the basic strokes of the font.

For example, a simple horizontal is called a horizontal one, which contains thousands of thousands, and it is not a straight one called a horizontal.

A great calligraphy master can write a horizontal line casually, and people can see life and the world from the 'horizontal'.

At this time, in Zhao Zhen's eyes, Ye Chen had obviously reached this realm.

(End of chapter)