Chapter 77

Ning Fei takes out the brush, inkstone and ink.

"My master likes writing with a brush, which is one of the few hobbies of the old people."

"So, I learned calligraphy with my master from childhood."

Ning Fei began to grind and explained slowly.

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

Because that is the essence of Chinese culture, is to make the world amazing Chinese treasure!

"Taoist writing? All of a sudden, I thought of those masters. "

A netizen says suddenly.

His words have been echoed by many people.

Some time ago, he was very popular on the Internet. A so-called "master" with hair and white clothes displayed Chinese calligraphy. He took a huge brush and threw it on the paper casually. A group of people applauded around him.

This is still conservative, and there is a "master" who is more ruthless. He has long hair, dips his head directly in ink, and then uses his head to scribble on paper.

In this way, there are many "disciples" around him. It seems that they are all middle-aged people in their 30s, clapping and cheering there.

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

Some time ago, there was a very popular painter in Douyin. He was nearly half a hundred years old. His hair and beard were a little gray, and his clothes were shabby. He was sitting on the street, painting on a fan for a living.

He can only draw five pieces a day, earning about 240 yuan a day.

His paintings, hand-made and lifelike, exploded immediately after they were exposed on the Internet.

Although the painter is older, his eyes are very clear and pure, and he looks sincere.

After such a boom, someone offered a very high price to buy his fan. As always, he only painted so many fans a day.

His realm, perhaps, can never be reached by those so-called "masters".

Ning Fei studies the ink, takes out a Langhao pen, and dips it in the ink to make the tip of the brush absorb fully.

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

Now on the Internet, there is never a lack of people who show their superiority to others. In fact, there are many such people.

"Anchor holds pen with only three fingers? Are you sure you can write

"I have studied calligraphy for three years, and I think that the method of writing is to use five fingers. I use all five fingers, and pay attention to" pressing, pressing, hooking, pushing and touching ", so as to ensure the stability of writing."

"Three fingers, looking at some layman."

"I thought I was a master of calligraphy. I don't think it's grandstanding."

"The Taoist priest can't write. It's unnecessary."

A few netizens who felt they understood began to popularize science and brought some rhythm, and some netizens who didn't know why rushed to keep up, showing their talent.

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

Ning Fei also noticed the barrage. He just shook his head indifferently.

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

"The method of holding the brush with three fingers is the method of holding the brush in ancient China."

"Su Dongpo once said," there is no definite method for writing. We should make it empty and wide. "That is to say, there is no definite standard for the method of writing. As long as the palm is empty, it is convenient to write."

"People who don't understand can go to Baidu by themselves. There's no need to show your ignorance in the studio."

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

In fact, he just started to learn calligraphy. He also learned five finger writing from his teacher. He didn't know anything else. He just wanted to show off.

Now being so popular by Ningfei, I feel ashamed.

Ning Fei was not disturbed by these people.

He wrote with his right hand, ready to write.

"There are three states of writing brush words: Pillow wrist, hanging wrist and hanging elbow."

"Pillow wrist is Wrist Pillow on the table, wrist is elbow on the table, wrist hanging up."

"And the way I use is to hang my elbow! This method is relatively free and can be used freely. "

As Ning Fei said, hanging elbow means that the arms of the pen are all hanging in the air, so the writing is the most natural and unrestrained and domineering.

"Qingfeng temple!"

Ning Fei's action is complete at one go, the brush seems to have a soul in his hands, dancing wantonly.

He wrote down the three characters in standard regular script on the plaque.

"How handsome

"Really smart!"

"That's a nice word!"

"I wipe, he really can write with a brush!"

"What's the name of that word again? Yes, it's a long way to go!"

"I know that the vivid image of Kua calligraphy comes from Li Bai's song of cursive script: from time to time, the dragon and snake are walking, and the left side and right side are frowning and the sun is startling!""Hahaha, netizens are all cultural people. I admire them."

"A pen is a snake, a snake is a mouse."

"Nest, crouching tiger, hidden dragon"

"dragon and horse spirit!"

Since ancient times, talent comes from the barrage. Originally, people were still praising Ning Fei's calligraphy. After a while, netizens began to play the idiom solitaire.

However, the scene of Ning Fei's writing brush words still amazes many people.

Ning Fei looks at the words on the plaque and raises a satisfied smile at the corner of his mouth.

Qingfeng view.

This is his Taoist view.

Then, he wrote three words on another plaque: Sanqing palace!

After writing the words on the plaque, the next step is carving.

Words should be written in three parts.

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

Ning Fei, with a file in his hand, began to carve again.

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

He didn't want to make the plaque overbearing and aggressive, but he hoped that the plaque would be square and square.

Therefore, when he did lettering, he did it with emotion.

He is so selfless immersed in lettering.

Little Falcon did not know where to play. Every time when he worked hard, little fox would lie on one side and quietly close his eyes.

Finally, the two plaques are finished. Ning Fei looks at the plaques made by himself and smiles with satisfaction.

"I have to go shopping tomorrow, paint, glaze, seal wax, new qingfengguan plaque, even if it's finished!"

"Congratulations to Ning Guanzhu."

"It's really powerful. I'm amazed to see it all the way."

"Pay homage to traditional crafts!"

"This is the master!"

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

"It's really promising. It's much better than me. I knew that this boy would be different in the future. Qingfeng's view will certainly be carried forward in his hands."

"Giggle what? Wash the Apple quickly, and Jiaqian will be back soon. " Behind him came the voice of a middle-aged woman, which sounded nagging.

"It's coming, it's coming." The middle-aged man was reproached, but he was happy and immediately got up to wash the apple.

...

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

He first went to do morning exercises for a while, then took a bath and had breakfast.

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

"Hello, Ning Fei? Did Yong Tao go to you? " Zhou Peng's voice was a little urgent.

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

"Yes, I didn't answer his phone. I was in a hurry." Zhou Peng said again.

Ning Fei realized that something was not quite right, so he asked: "well, inspector Lao Zhang, did he go back?"

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

"Well, I see."

After hanging up the phone, Ning Fei was a bit upset.

Deep in the Qinshan mountains, where cars can't pass, that is to say, the personnel of the search and rescue team can only search inside on foot. This progress will undoubtedly be very slow.

"Yong Tao..."

"I'm going to get married. The bride is Lin Fang, hehe."

"You're my best man, that's OK."

Thinking of Yong Tao's words, Ning Fei doesn't have any hesitation.

"Go and see what's going on!"

Then Ning Fei quickly put on his climbing boots, picked up his climbing bag, took his Sumu bow by the way, and rushed to the depth of Qinshan mountain.