Mountain Village Xiao Shennong

Chapter 222

A group of calligraphy masters are very convinced by the words of Wu Dongmin, the president of the Calligraphy Association.

Even if he didn't say it, deep down in their hearts, these people have already designated this poem of wandering immortals as the well-deserved champion of this national calligraphy competition.

After hearing Wu Dongmin's words, Xie Tiao felt elated, glanced at the people present, and said loudly:
"In vain, you people have always regarded yourself as a master, but in front of a real master, you are just a frog at the bottom of a well... Do you know that this work is just one of the works that people don't care about, and are ready to throw away and write waste That's all!"

Don't care, it's still a useless work!

For a moment, everyone present trembled and couldn't help but speak one after another.

"Where is this master, I want to pay a visit to this calligrapher!"

"Me too. I have a lot of confusion in calligraphy. If this calligrapher can give me a few words, my calligraphy will definitely go a step further!"

"Xie Tiao, it's better to be happy alone than to be happy with others. You should quickly tell me about the place where the calligrapher lives!"

"I have been pursuing calligraphy all my life. If I can meet a calligrapher and see his peak works, I will have no regrets in this life!"

……

Although this honor does not belong to him, he is devastated looking at the few people around who have always been arrogant and think that they have reached the pinnacle of calligraphy.

Those eager little eyes looked anxious like ants on a hot pan.

Xie Tiao was still very happy in his heart. He was immersed in this kind of joy. After a long time, he finally spoke:
"This little brother lives in Linshui Village, under the Nanshan Mountain. He is a hermit, and at the same time, he is also an Internet celebrity who knows a lot of skills!"

"Then what are you waiting for, let's go!"

"Yeah, I can't wait!"

"Since turning sixty, this old man has seldom been thirsty for anything!"

"As the saying goes, seeing characters is like seeing people. I think a person who can write such chic handwriting must be a person with extraordinary bearing!"

Xie Tiao knew these masters, although he didn't get on very well with him.

But they all have a devout heart for art.

So, regardless of the fatigue of driving all the way here, and the matter of submitting works, he said to the group:

"This little brother, tomorrow morning, he should still go up to the mountain to write. Since everyone is so interested, let's rush over and wait overnight!"

All the people in the group were smiling, nodding their heads in agreement.

Wu Dongmin, the president of the Calligraphy Association, wanted to keep Xie Tiao and let him leave after submitting the piece of Poetry of the Immortals, but he couldn't stop the enthusiasm of the group.

After Xie Tiao politely rejected Wu Dongmin, he drove a group of people towards Linshui Village.

As for some apprentices of calligraphy masters, Xie Tiao was afraid that too many people would disturb He Changzai's cleanliness.

Just suggested these masters and didn't let them go.

The group drove until after three o'clock in the morning, and then arrived at the foot of Nanshan in Linshui Village, lying in the car and sleeping one by one.

……

As the sky turned white, there were several high-pitched crowing sounds of Xueling chickens one after another.

In Tianyao's room, He Changzai carefully put aside her big white leg that was hanging on him, and got up to get dressed.

Prepare to take the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table, musical puppets, tea sets and other things, go up the mountain to Xiaochi, and continue to copy the poems of Youxian.

At this time, Tian Yao stretched out his hand to hold He Changzai, and said:
"I'm so bored here, where are you going, can you take me with you?"

He Changzai frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and said in a deep voice:

"I'm going to write, practice calligraphy, and enter a state of emptiness and ecstasy. Since you want to go, I will take you with me!"

"Great!"

Tian Yao said something very happily, and then began to get dressed.

After watching Tian Yao become a woman, He Chang developed a better body, and his heart was hot.

At this time, things like practice, peace of mind, and forgetting are completely forgotten.

The only thing I want is to live a lifetime, to act recklessly, and to be free and easy.

If you always trap your heart, you will be unhappy.

So, Chaotian Yao with burning eyes walked over.

"You bastard, early in the morning..."

Tian Yao's face was crimson, and his body shrank slightly.

Next, the house was full of spring, and some voices came out, and the atmosphere seemed very ambiguous.

Needless to say, there are twists and turns.

About an hour later, He Chang smoked a cigarette, put on his clothes, and took his stuff.

He specially wore a goose yellow dress, with his hair coiled up, looking cute and cute, with some blush on his face, Tian Yao went out.

On the way, Tian Yao saw the musical puppet in He Chang's hand, showed curiosity, and asked:
"What are you, it looks so delicate!"

He Changzai handed the musical puppet to Tian Yao and said:
"Help me enter a kind of ethereal state, something for listening to music, there is a button behind it, you can try it!"

"Baiyun Huanghe Taoist family, a piano, a sword and a cup of tea, the feathers are often smoky, not stained with peaches and plums in the world..."

Tian Yao turned on the button, and the musical puppet began to sing. She looked surprised and said, "This little thing is so fun!"

At this time, the singing directly woke up Xie Tiao and the others in the car.

He opened his sleepy eyes, just in time to see He Changzai's back.

He quickly got out of the car, called the people in each car, and led them towards him.

The other old people, after seeing He Changzai's appearance, all showed surprise and disbelief.

They never expected that the master Xie Tiao was talking about would be such a young man.

He Changzai felt Xie Tiao and others walking towards him, stopped and waited for them.

After the group walked in, he asked Xie Tiao:

"Didn't I write for you? Why are you looking for me again!"

Xie Tiao was a little embarrassed, and said:

"No, my old friends want to visit you, so I'll bring them here!"

"Since you're here, follow me to the mountains!"

He Changzai spoke indifferently, and He Tianyao walked straight into the mountains.

After being dazed for a while, Xie Tiao and others quickly followed He Changzai's footsteps.

After a while, He Changzai came to the side of the small pond, spread the rice paper, poured the ink into the inkstone, studied it with the ink stick, opened the poetry of Youxian, picked up the pen and dipped it in the ink, and copied it.

A group of old men watched intently, their eyes almost popped out, as if they were afraid of missing something.

While copying, He Chang said to Xie Tiao and others who were hesitant to talk:
"I know what you are here for... I have been copying this word for two days, and I have realized something. If you do something deliberately, you will often deviate from the track of your heart. You can't force it when it comes to writing. , but take it seriously, and when you take it seriously, you will find that you can enter a deep silence..."

Calligraphy masters around a group heard that He Changzai could write the calligraphy as smoothly as the clouds and flowing water in the book after only two days of copying, and the chic poetry of wandering immortals was not far behind, they were all dumbfounded and shocked.

At the same time, listening to his narration, they all blushed with excitement and nodded frequently, as if realizing something.

Tian Yao is not interested in listening to He Chang talking about these profound things.

She played with musical puppets, listened to songs, and watched the gray stripes swimming in the water, which was only the size of a little finger, looking very happy.

(End of this chapter)