Overpowered Broadcast System

Chapter 77: This is my Taoist temple

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

   "My master likes to write calligraphy, which is one of the few hobbies of the elderly."

   "So, I have learned calligraphy from my master since I was young."

   Ning Fei began to grind, and slowly explained.

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

   Because that is the essence of Chinese culture, it is a Chinese treasure that can make the world amazing!

   "Taoist writing? I suddenly thought of those masters."

   A netizen said suddenly.

   These words made many people agree.

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

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

   Just like that, there are a lot of his "disciples" around him, who seem to be middle-aged people in their thirties, clapping and applauding.

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

   Some time ago, there was a very popular painter on Douyin. He was nearly half a century old, with a little gray hair and beard, and shabby clothes. He sat on the street and made a living by painting on a fan.

   He can only draw 5 pieces a day, and earn about 240 yuan a day.

  His paintings are purely handmade and lifelike. After being exposed online, they immediately exploded.

   Although this painter is older, 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. As always, he only painted so much a day.

  His realm, perhaps those so-called "masters" can never reach.

   Ning Fei grinds the ink, takes out a wolf pen, dipped it in the ink evenly, so that the tip of the brush is absorbed.

   With this brush he held, several people suddenly felt that the situation was not right, and began to take a rhythm.

   Now on the Internet, there has never been a shortage of people who show their superiority to others in popular science. 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 it means that the method of brushstroke is the five-finger writing method, and all five fingers are used. The emphasis is on'pressing, pressing, hooking, pressing and pressing' to ensure that the brush is safe.

   "Three fingers, look at some laymen."

   "I thought I was a master of calligraphy, maybe it's also grandstanding."

   "The Taoist master doesn't know how to calligraphy, it's not necessary."

   Several netizens who think they understand started to popularize science and brought some rhythm, and some netizens who didn't know it hurriedly followed to show that they were as talented.

   The dogs in the village barked, and 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 move the pen, three-finger pen, five-finger pen, holding tube, etc. The most commonly used method is five-finger pen writing."

   "The three-finger writing method is the ancient Chinese way of holding a brush."

  "Su Dongpo once said:'There is no way to write a pen, you must make it vacant and wide.' This means that there is no standard for the method of writing, as long as the palm of the hand is empty and it is convenient to write.

   "People who don't understand can go to Baidu on their own. There is no need to show your ignorance in the live broadcast room."

   Hearing what Ning Fei said, the person who had the rhythm at first actually went to Baidu to check it.

  Actually, he just started to learn calligraphy, and the five-finger pen was also learned from his teacher. He didn't understand anything at all, just couldn't help but want to show off.

   Now that Ning Fei is so popular in science, I suddenly feel ashamed.

  Ning flew down and was not disturbed by these people.

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

   "There are three states for writing calligraphy with a brush: resting on the wrist, hanging on the wrist and hanging on the elbow."

   "Wrist pillow means the wrist is resting on the table, and the arm hanging means the elbow is on the table and the wrist is hanging."

   "The method I use is to hang the elbow! This method is more free and you can sway it at will."

   As Ning Fei said, hanging the elbow means that the arm holding the pen is all suspended in the air, so the written characters are the most unrestrained and domineering.

   "Creative breeze view!"

   Ning Fei's movements were completed at once, and the brush was dancing freely as if it had a soul under his hand.

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

   "So handsome!"

   "Really chic!"

   "This word is so beautiful!"

   "I wipe, he really knows how to calligraphy!"

   "What is the name of that word, yes, the pen is a dragon and a snake!"

   "I know this, exaggerating the vivid image of calligraphy, from Li Bai's "Coursive Songs": I see dragons and snakes all the time, and Xu Xu is shocked by electricity!"

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

   "The pen walks the dragon and the snake, the snake and the mouse are a nest."

   "Nest, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon"

   "Ryoma spirit!"

   Since ancient times, there have been talents in Barrage. Everyone was still praising Ning Fei's calligraphy. Soon afterwards, netizens began to play idiom solitaire.

   But this scene where Ning Fei writes the calligraphy still surprised many people.

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

   Qingfeng View.

   This is his Taoism.

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

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

The word    must be three minutes into the wood.

The carving of    is more detailed than the wood carving just now.

   Ning Fei held the file in his hand, and started lettering again.

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

   He doesn't want to make the plaque unusually domineering and aggressive, but he hopes that this plaque can also be generous and square.

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

   He just so immersed himself in the lettering.

   Little Falcon no longer knows where he went to play. Every time when he was working hard, Little Fox would lie down and close his eyes quietly.

   In the end, both plaques were made. Ning Fei smiled satisfied looking at the plaque he made by himself.

   "I have to buy something tomorrow, paint, glaze, seal wax, the new Qingfengguan plaque, even if it's finished!"

   "Congratulations to Ning Guanzhu."

   "It's really amazing. After watching the whole process, I was amazed."

   "Salute to traditional craftsmanship!"

   "This is the master!"

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

   "It's really promising, much better than me. I know that this kid will be extraordinary in the future. The Qingfeng view is in his hands. UU reading www.uukanshu.com will definitely be able to carry forward."

   "What are you giggling about? Wash the apple quickly, and Jiaqian will be back in a while." A middle-aged woman's voice came from behind him, which sounded a little nagging.

   "Here is coming." The middle-aged man was scorned, but smiled happily, and immediately got up to wash the apples.

  ...

   Early the next morning, Ning Fei opened the live broadcast again as usual.

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

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

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

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

   "Yes, I won't answer the phone call from him, I'm going to die of anxiety." Zhou Peng said again.

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

   "Neither. I have already contacted the search and rescue team and the armed police. I am worried that something may be wrong with them."

"okay, I get it."

   After hung up the phone, Ning Fei felt a little uneasy.

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

   "Yong Tao..."

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

   "You are my best man, right that day?"

   Ning Fei did not hesitate to think of Yong Tao's words.

   "Go and see what happened!"

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

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