I save the world by spreading Chinese civilization

There was something spiritual about this expression, and Nanyin realized that there was something going on.

She looked through the original owner's memory, but found no relevant information about the literary and art world.

Then he asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

"I can't do calligraphy and painting."

Hinkson’s words were concise and to the point, “The current calligraphy and painting circles are so externalized that their aesthetics and characteristics are developing towards multi-racial development and integration.”

At this point, he organized his language, "It's the kind of work that the general public can't appreciate."

Nanyin instantly understood that this meant that the calligraphy and painting circles had transformed from two large sections of literature and art into small sections that were self-enclosed.

The audience is small.

After understanding this, she became interested, "Do you have any famous works?"

"Calligraphy or painting?"

"It will be all right."

"Wait, I'll find it for you."

Soon, Gu Shuheng and the others found the top ten calligraphy works and paintings.

How much Nanyin looked forward to it before watching it, but after watching it, Nanyin wished she was blind.

These calligraphy works and paintings were so distorted that she could no longer distinguish between good and bad.

She didn't find talent or aura in these works either.

Most of the paintings are black and red, but the color matching and composition make her feel no beauty at all, only distortion.

As for calligraphy…

It was written in the interstellar common language, but it was of the abstract style. It was so abstract that she didn't even recognize any of the characters in the common language.

"What are these?"

Pointing to one of the calligraphy works, she looked confused.

Hinkson glanced at it and said calmly, "The love and hatred of the famous poet of the Sanni tribe, Sanitata Taerbo."

"A poem about love."

The original poem of love and hatred came to Nanyin's mind, and he gave an indescribable evaluation, "Compared with our ancestors, the difference is not only a thousand miles, but two universes apart."

"Pfft hahaha..."

As soon as this comment came out, Gu Shuheng and the others burst into laughter.

This is so true. When the poem "Love and Hatred" was ranked first in the Poetry Association's annual list, both the Chinese Alliance and other intelligent races were all confused.

There was a huge commotion on StarNet, and no one could understand how such a poem got on the list.

Some sharp netizens gave unintelligible comments and were subsequently sued.

I was sued by the literary and art section, saying that netizens did not respect literary and artistic creators and discriminated against the wisdom of literary and artistic creators.

It was quite a big fuss.

"In short, the current painting and calligraphy circles are unreliable."

Gu Shuheng looked depressed, "My daughter really likes painting, but I can't find a teacher for her."

The schools don’t teach it either.

"The phobia of lack of firepower is so terrible that it is engraved in our genes. When our ancestors first arrived here, they were obsessed with science and technology and an arms race. They were either fighting this or that. What was lost was not only Chinese civilization, painting and calligraphy, etc. In fact, they are all almost lost.”

"It was revived later, but it went astray again."

Thinking of the great literary and artistic people he met in the second world, he sighed, "I just hate that my girl was born in the wrong era."

There is no need to be so emotional.

After all, every era has its shortcomings and advantages.

Ancient poetry, songs, and some traditional skills were indeed developed, but productivity was low and the people at the bottom were living a miserable life.

Nowadays, poetry, poetry, and traditional skills are almost cut off, but productivity is extremely high. This is still the age of science and technology.

Manpower has been greatly liberated. If you don't work, you can just lie down and receive benefits, so you can eat and drink without worries.

You can also travel between stars, from one life star to another.

This was something that the ancients could not even imagine.

So, no need to compare.

"You can give her an apprenticeship in the second world."

It was okay not to say this, but when he said it, Gu Shuheng suddenly became filled with resentment, "Do you think we haven't thought about it?"

"I thought about it, but you didn't have the function of learning from a teacher." Whenever he could learn from a teacher, he would learn blacksmithing, jianzhan, and calligraphy from Uncle Wang Xizhi.

Maybe the next great calligrapher will be him.

Nan Yin was helpless after being complained about, "It's not that I don't do it, it's just that I don't understand these things. If I really open up the skills of apprenticeship, what can I do if I mislead others?"

Having said this, she plausibly said, "Go and study on your own."

"Look at those who learn how to make ancient musical instruments. They have even made flutes."

Makes sense.

Gu Shuheng thought for a while, and his heart moved shamefully.

Leisen, who knew him well, saw his eyes change and decisively poured cold water on him.

"Don't even think about it, you have no talent."

If you really don’t have any talent, don’t bother them.

Gu Shuheng flew over with a glare, what kind of bullshit brother is this? He is unreliable in his business, and he is the first to pour cold water on him.

"I haven't even tried it, so you know I have no talent?"

Leisen snorted with a cold expression, "As I said before, you can't even pull an embryo."

Killer.

Gu Shuheng was speechless.

His eyes fell on Nan Yin's face, and Nan Yin, sensing something bad, wanted to run away, but Gu Shuheng did not give her this chance.

He said, "Xiao Nan, whose position do you think my daughter should occupy?"

This was to ask her, after her daughter went to the second world, which calligraphy and painting master would she work for?

This question can be answered.

Nanyin thought for a while and seriously suggested, "Children only do multiple-choice questions. If it were me, do it one by one."

"If you really have talent and you love it, try your best to combine the strengths of hundreds of schools of thought."

Speaking of this, she remembered one thing, "Have you ever gone in and stayed at those cute calligraphers who are enclosing their own territory?"

This really exists.

"Squat down."

"What was the result?"

"It's hard to describe in words."

As they said that, they diligently found the latest calligraphy works of the big guys and showed them to her.

"What do you see in these works?"

There are three paintings in total. One is fishing for the moon in the water. The protagonist is a slender hand and the moon.

It seems normal, but this color scheme makes people feel desperate.

The background is pure black, and the hands are pale with a faint blue-gray color, giving people an ominous feeling.

The proportions between the fingers and the palm are also very strange, and coupled with the bright red nails, there is no other word that can be used to describe it except weird and dark.

The second is the moon. Even if it is blood red, why is the moon still full of holes and leaking?

Nanyin really cannot sympathize with this kind of creativity and aesthetics.

The background of the second picture is green. I don’t know how the artist adjusted the color. The green that was supposed to be a vibrant symbol of vitality became a lifeless color.

The protagonist is a skull with red flames burning in its eyes.

After reading it, Nanyin frowned and said, "Is this painting trying to express the coexistence of death and life?"

"You actually understand?"

Gu Shuheng and the others looked shocked, but Nanyin was even more shocked than them, "Is this true?"

"Yes."

Nanyin, "..."

Very good, the painter who painted this picture is a talent.

The color scheme was so stunning that she fell in love with it and wanted to wash her eyes.

The third work is not a painting, but a word.

A painting of its own with incomprehensible characters.

All the words can be written in one stroke, and the writing is extremely smooth. It is also a skill to be able to write like this.

"Do you recognize this calligraphy?"