I save the world by spreading Chinese civilization

Gu Shuheng was silent. If neatness and beauty can be considered a compliment, then it does.

But what he wanted was not such a compliment.

"Take a good look."

Once again, he put the written preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion in front of her, and he said in a coaxing tone, "Is my article only suitable for two adjectives: neat and beautiful?"

"Don't you think that my font is unprecedented and unprecedented?"

These words silenced Nanyinqian.

How thick-skinned it is to be so confident in yourself.

Ye Zhiyan and the others also had the same feeling. Lei Sen looked around and couldn't find anything in his words that was worthy of this sentence.

"I don't think you count to 13 for yourself."

"No matter how I look at your character, you deserve to be neat and beautiful."

"Yes."

Hinkson nodded in agreement, and then said seriously, "Lao Gu, don't make things difficult for Nanyin."

This is true, Lao Gu really made things difficult for her.

However, the person involved didn't think so. He looked at Nanyin stubbornly and said, "Tell me, I want to hear your evaluation."

Good guy, Lao Gu forced her to do this.

I originally planned to save him face, but it turned out that Lao Gu didn't need it at all.

"Print style."

"???"

Three faces are stunned.

Nanyin said angrily, "You heard it right, it's printed."

"As we all know, the printed style is horizontal and vertical, with clear strokes, sharp edges, and neat handwriting."

"No matter whether it is a paper-based test or handwriting, the visual effect of good handwriting is enjoyable and amazing."

"but……"

This big turn made Gu Shuheng, who had an angry look on his face and felt that his handwriting was being underestimated, suppressed the dissatisfaction rising in his heart, and raised his ears as if he was listening.

Nanyin chuckled. Lao Gu was a bit interesting. He had a better temper than her teacher Gu Yinian. He didn't jump up and want to beat her.

Still patiently asking for advice.

Not bad!

"The print looks good, but it has no soul."

"Aura?"

in unison.

Nanyin hummed, "Yes, spiritual energy."

"The word aura is actually difficult to express using objective standards, but it can be roughly divided into two types. One is that calligraphers have aura, and after careful study, the handwriting they write has its own school and style."

"The most typical example is Zhao Ji. The thin gold body he created is very representative."

"There is also the aura of the characters, which may not be up to the level of calligraphy masters, but it gives people the impression that the characters have souls, and people can't help but be attracted to it and think this font is good."

After tapping Gu Shuheng's handwriting, she said helplessly, "But I'm sorry, Director, your handwriting has neither style nor soul."

At this point, she made the final conclusion with Gu Shuheng's dark face.

"So Director, if I compliment you on your neat and beautiful handwriting, it is already the greatest compliment I can give you."

Gu Shuheng couldn't believe it, "Am I really that bad?"

Ye Zhiyan, who was staring at his words, raised his eyes and glanced at him, and said bluntly, "Lao Gu, you have to be self-aware."

“You have to withstand praise and you have to withstand criticism.”

"I think Nanyin is right. Your handwriting is so good that it means beautiful."

As for the mysterious and mysterious existence of aura soul, it is a pity that Comrade Lao Gu does not have it.

"So, the dream of my generation of calligraphers has been shattered?"

Gu Shuheng looked desperate, Nan Yin and the others nodded in unison.

OK, he got it.

"Then look at this."

It doesn't matter, he can't do it, there is still a daughter he can train. He took out the scroll from Space Newri and said, "Xiaonan, look at this painting."

As he spoke, he slowly opened the scroll.

Nanyin looked over without any hope and let out a sigh.

Ye Zhiyan and the others' hearts trembled. Is there any drama?

In an instant, everyone's eyes lit up and they crowded together to admire the painting in Gu Shuheng's hand.

This is a picture of a playful panda.

The protagonists are Panpan and Yuanyuan, a couple.

On the green grass, two pandas were playing, butterflies were flying and birds were passing by.

The sound of the wind, the shadows of the trees, and the spots of sunlight falling from the sky seemed to be dancing.

The composition of the whole painting is not perfect, but it is better than the painter vividly depicting the Yuanyuan couple as the protagonists.

Even butterflies, birds, etc. are all vivid.

The painting skills are immature, but it touches the soul directly. It makes people want to smile and feel that these two pandas must be living a happy life.

What followed was envy rising from deep inside.

I envy the freedom of these two giant pandas, their freedom, and their simple happiness.

Seeing the smiles on their faces, Gu Shuheng couldn't help but smile.

There was joy in the corners of his eyebrows and eyes.

Let’s just say, if he can’t do it, his daughter can definitely do it.

"Xiaonan, how are you?"

"Great!"

Nanyin looked surprised, "This painting has aura."

"Who painted it?"

"My daughter."

Gu Shuheng and Yourong Yan puffed out their chests with pride, "Since the Second World opened, my children have fallen in love with going to the Second World to learn history and skills."

"My daughter likes Gu Kaizhi. When she was in the second world, she would squat next to him and watch him draw when she had time. After she came out, she started doing it herself..."

This person is a daughter-in-law. He talks endlessly when talking about his daughter, which makes Nanyin and others twitch at the corners of their mouths.

Seeing his endless posture, Ye Zhiyan couldn't bear to interrupt him, "Are you mistaken? If I remember correctly, Gu Kaizhi is good at figure painting and landscape painting, among which landscape is the most outstanding."

"What's the problem?"

Gu Shuheng, who was interrupted when showing off his daughter, was very dissatisfied, "My daughter likes to watch Patriarch Gu paint, but that doesn't mean she has to follow Patriarch Gu's path."

"You have to have a little bit of ambition to be a person. Can't you just leave the Shanlizu sect?"

"..."

Good guy, this ambition is not ordinary, but very big.

The founder sect is really not a path that ordinary people take. Not only must they be excellent, they must also have talent.

As for hard work...

No matter how hard you work without talent, it is useless. It is like a top student and a bad student. The bad student works hard to learn and is just like that.

As for academic masters, if they study casually, they can be at the top. If they work harder, they can easily reach the sky.

but--

"Nanyin, is there any hope for Xiao Gu?"

Lei Sen looked at Nan Yin. She was silent. She didn't know where to go.

She only knew that this picture of pandas playing had a spiritual power, but she couldn't describe it no matter how profound it was.

After all, she is not a professional. Even if she has studied painting, her knowledge is only superficial.

There is even less spiritual energy.

Ask her, a person who has no aura in painting, to evaluate a person who has a lot of aura in painting. She is not that thick-skinned yet.

"I don't know, you should see a professional."

As soon as these words came out, Gu Shuheng and the others' expressions changed.

It's that kind of indescribable feeling mixed with a bit of boredom, which can also be said to be disgust.