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Ning Fei took out the brush, inkstone, and ink.

"My master likes to write with calligraphy, which can be regarded as one of the few hobbies of the elderly."

"So, I have been learning calligraphy with my master since I was a child."

Ning Fei started grinding and explained slowly at the same time.

Chinese tradition has always been inseparable from pen, ink, paper and inkstone. To give the simplest example, in the 2008 Olympic Games, pen and ink landscapes took up a lot of space.

Because that is the essence of Chinese culture, a Chinese treasure that can amaze the world!

"Writing by a Taoist priest? Suddenly I thought of those masters."

A netizen said suddenly.

His words made many people agree.

Some time ago, it was very popular on the Internet. A so-called "master" with disheveled hair and white clothes showed Chinese calligraphy. He held a huge brush and flicked it on the paper a few times, and a group of people around him applauded.

This is still conservative, and there is another "master" who is even more ruthless. He has long hair, dipped his head directly in ink, and then scribbled on paper with his head.

In this way, there are many of his "disciples" around, all of them appear to be middle-aged people in their thirties, clapping their hands there and applauding.

The clown is in the palace, and the master is wandering.

Some time ago, there was a very popular painter on Douyin. He was nearly fifty years old. He had gray hair and beard, and was dressed in shabby clothes. He sat on the street and made a living by painting on fans for others.

He can only paint 5 a day and earn about 240 yuan a day.

His paintings, pure handmade and lifelike, immediately exploded after being exposed on the Internet.

Although this painter is relatively old, his eyes are very clear and pure, and he looks very sincere.

After such an explosion, someone made a very high bid to buy his fan, but he still painted so much in a day as he always did.

His realm may be something those so-called "masters" can never reach.

Ning Fei researched the ink, took out a wolf brush, and dipped it in the ink so that the tip of the brush was fully absorbed.

As soon as he held the brush, many people felt that the situation was not right, and began to rhythm.

On the Internet today, there is never a shortage of people who show their superiority to others. In fact, there are many such people.

"The anchor only uses three fingers to hold the pen? Are you sure you can calligraphy?"

"I have studied calligraphy for three years, and I said that the method of writing the pen is the five-finger holding method. All five fingers are used, and I pay attention to 'press, press, hook, top, and touch' to ensure that the pen is held securely."

"Three fingers, looks a bit unprofessional."

"I thought he was a master of calligraphy, wouldn't he be grandstanding too?"

"It doesn't matter if the Taoist master doesn't know how to calligraphy, it's not necessary."

Several netizens who thought they understood began to popularize science and brought some rhythm, and some netizens who didn't know why hurried to follow, showing that they were equally talented.

The dog in the village barked, and the other dogs followed, but they didn't know why. ——Lu Xun

Ning Fei also noticed such a barrage, he just shook his head indifferently.

"There are many ways to use the pen, such as three-finger pen, five-finger pen, tube-holding, etc. Now the most commonly used is the five-finger pen method."

"The three-finger method of holding a brush is how ancient Chinese people held a brush."

"Su Dongpo once said: 'There is no fixed method for writing, and it is necessary to make it empty and wide', which means that there is no certain standard for the method of writing. As long as the palm of the hand is empty, it is convenient when writing."

"People who don't understand can go to Baidu by themselves, there is no need to show your ignorance in the live broadcast room."

Hearing Ning Fei's words, the person with the rhythm at first really went to Baidu to check it.

In fact, he had just started to learn calligraphy, and he also learned five-finger writing from his teacher.

Now being so popularized by Ning Fei, I immediately feel ashamed.

Ning Fei was not disturbed by these people.

He holds a pen in his right hand, ready to write.

"There are three states of writing calligraphy: pillow wrist, hanging wrist and hanging elbow."

"A wrist rest is when your wrist rests on the table, and a dangling is when your elbow is on the table with your wrist hanging up."

"And the method I use is to hang the elbow! This method is more free and can be freely swayed."

As Ning Fei said, hanging elbows means that all the arms holding the pen are hanging in the air, and the words written in this way are the most unrestrained and domineering.

"Qingfengguan!"

Ning Fei's movements were done in one go, and the brush seemed to have a soul under his hand, and it danced recklessly.

He wrote these three characters on the plaque in very standard block script.

"So handsome!"

"Really chic!"

"It's a beautiful word!"

"I wipe, he really knows how to write with a brush!"

"What's that word called, yes, the pen walks the dragon and snake!"

"I know this, the vivid image of praise calligraphy is from Li Bai's "Songs in Cursive Calligraphy": Every now and then I see dragons and snakes walking away, and the shocking electric shocks are wobbly!"

"Hahaha, netizens are all cultural people and admire them."

"The pen walks the dragon and the snake, and there is a nest of snakes and mice."

"Wo, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon"

"Dragon Horse Spirit!"

Since ancient times, the barrage has produced talents. Originally, everyone was still praising Ning Fei's calligraphy, but after a while, netizens began to play the idiom Solitaire again.

However, the scene of Ning Fei writing calligraphy still amazed many people.

Ning Fei looked at the words on the plaque with a satisfied smile on the corner of his mouth.

Breeze view.

This is his Taoism.

Then, he wrote three words on another plaque: Sanqingdian!

After writing the words on the plaque, the next step is to engrave.

Words, to get into the wood three points.

The carving of the characters is more delicate than the wood carving just now.

Ning Fei held the file in his hand and began to write again.

This is the plaque of Qingfeng Temple, which represents the facade of Qingfeng Temple.

He didn't want to make the plaque very overbearing and aggressive, but he hoped that this plaque could also be generous and square.

Therefore, when he made the lettering, he engraved it with emotion.

He was so oblivious to the lettering.

Little Falcon doesn't know where to go to play. Every time when Little Fox is working hard, he will lie on the side and close his eyes quietly.

In the end, both plaques were finished. Ning Fei looked at the plaque he made by himself and smiled with satisfaction.

"I have to go shopping tomorrow, paint, glaze, seal wax, and a new Qingfengguan plaque, even if it's done!"

"Congratulations to Ning Guanzhu."

"It's really amazing. After watching the whole process, it's amazing."

"Salute to traditional craftsmanship!"

"This is the master!"

At the same time, in a small city, a middle-aged man with some vicissitudes watched Ning Fei in the live broadcast and smiled happily.

"It's really promising. It's much better than me. I know that this kid will not be ordinary in the future. With Qingfengguan in his hands, he will definitely be able to carry it forward."

"What's wrong with giggling? Wash the apples quickly, and Jiaqian will be back in a while." A middle-aged woman's voice came from behind him, sounding a little nagging.

"Come here." The middle-aged man was scolded, but instead smiled happily, and immediately got up and went to wash the apples.

......

Early the next morning, Ning Fei turned on the live broadcast as usual.

He first went to exercise in the morning for a while, then took a shower and ate breakfast.

At this time, he received a call from a colleague of the forest ranger Zhou Peng and Yong Tao.

"Hey, Ning Fei? Did Yong Tao go to your place?" Zhou Peng's voice was a little eager.

"Yong Tao? Didn't he pick up Lao Zhang? Why, didn't he go back?"

"Yeah, I didn't answer his calls. I was dying of anxiety." Zhou Peng said again.

Ning Fei realized that something was not right, so he asked again: "Then, the patrolman Lao Zhang, has he gone back?"

"Neither. I've contacted the search and rescue team and the armed police, and I'm worried that there might be something wrong with them."

"okay, I get it."

After hanging up the phone, Ning Fei was a little uneasy.

In the depths of Qinshan Mountain, there is no way for cars to pass, which means that the personnel of the search and rescue team can only search inside on foot. Such progress will undoubtedly be very slow.

"Yong Tao..."

"I'm getting married, the bride is Lin Fang, hehe."

"You're my best man, it's okay that day."

Thinking of Yong Tao's words, Ning Fei did not hesitate.

"Go and see what's going on!"

Then, Ning Fei quickly put on his hiking boots, picked up his hiking bag, took his Su Mu bow by the way, and rushed to the depths of Qin Mountain.