In the blink of an eye, Lu Ziming had left the mountains for seven days. It was only when he arrived outside that he realized how complicated the world outside was compared to the world in the mountains. No matter what he did, he needed money. In the blink of an eye, the money that the village chief gave him was spent. Lu Ziming vaguely remembered that he only used it to eat a few sesame cakes. Fortunately, Lu Ziming looked handsome and easy-going, so he easily attracted the favor of others. From time to time, someone would take the initiative to give him some food. Otherwise, he really didn't know how long he could last. As for the problem of accommodation, it was easy to solve. As long as it was night time, Lu Ziming would jump onto the roof of a high-rise building and cultivate while killing time. It was quite comfortable.
There was another thing that made him feel troubled. Beijing, which he had always wanted to go to, was far from where he was. It was not as easy as he had imagined. For a moment, he was worried. The more he understood how important the colorful things that the village chief had given him were. On this day, Lu Ziming was wandering on the streets. Suddenly, a place not far away from him became unprecedentedly lively. People gathered together and cheered from time to time. After all, Lu Ziming was a young man who liked to join in the fun. He instantly threw the problem of money to the back of his mind and squeezed into the crowd with his flexible body.
Looking over, he saw an old man with a white head, a flowing beard, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He was writing rapidly on a huge piece of white paper, dipped in angry ink. Every time she finished writing a word, she would be praised by the crowd.
Lu Ziming was no stranger to calligraphy. When he was young, he was deeply influenced by his grandfather in this aspect. Moreover, he had gathered the strengths of the ancient masters and could be said to be a self-contained body. Looking at the old man's swift movements, he was full of energy and had some skill. Lu Ziming's eyes lit up when he read the words, but then they dimmed. At first glance, the old man's handwriting was flamboyant and exceptionally beautiful, but it could not withstand careful study. In other words, it lacked content and could not be read carefully. Therefore, Lu Ziming's sigh was especially ear-piercing among the cheers around him.
The old man was called Dan Yuehui. He was a famous calligraphy master in City G. He had studied the Yan Style since he was young. After a lot of hard work, he had some attainments. In recent years, he had even received personal guidance from Du Miaosheng, a painting master known as the Art Saint. His attainments had deepened and his reputation had grown. Today, he had nothing to do, so he went to the book market for a stroll. He couldn't stand everyone's begging, and when he was in the mood, he spread out paper and ink on the spot and started writing. The first three words were written very smoothly, and it was even more satisfying under the flattery of the crowd. However, when he wrote the last word, Lu Ziming sighed in his heart and pulled him out of the state of mind. It was impossible to enter the state of mind just now. He could not help but look at Lu Ziming angrily.
Dan Yuehui looked over and saw a young boy standing there. Although he was elegant and had some spirituality, in Dan Yuehui's eyes, he was just a child. Therefore, she was more dissatisfied with his " random " sigh. She couldn't help but snort and shout at Lu Ziming," Who is this..."
Why did the child run around?”When Lu Ziming saw Dan Yuehui looking at him with some annoyance, he knew that his sigh had disturbed him. He felt a trace of guilt in his heart and said apologetically," I'm sorry, old man. Just now, I was only grateful. Please forgive me.”
"Feelings? Hmph, so you think that my calligraphy is really not pleasing to your eyes, right?”Dan Yuehui was even more dissatisfied and said coldly. Lu Ziming had lived in the mountains for a long time and was straightforward. He didn't understand the interpersonal relationships of the outside world. He thought that Dan Yuehui was really asking him for advice. He said very seriously," This calligraphy has its shape but no essence. It's like the Dragon's Unparalleled Eyes. When you open your eyes, you're blind." Feng Wushuang's wings are like a chicken on the ground." Lu Ziming's words caused a burst of laughter in the crowd. They all accused Lu Ziming of being young and frivolous, but Dan Yuehui was shocked. This was because Lu Ziming's words were exactly what Du Miaosheng had said to him.
Dan Yuehui's expression immediately became serious. She no longer discriminated against Lu Ziming because he was a young man. Originally, there were specializations in every field, and there were orders for learning. The most important thing in art was talent and comprehension. It was simply nonsense to judge one's artistic cultivation based on age. "This little brother, what you said makes sense. Now that three of the four words have been written, there's still one more to go. Why don't you fill in the gaps?”
Lu Ziming was a forthright person. His hand was already itching after watching Dan Yuehui write for a long time. He laughed and said," Why not?" Then he took the brush from Dan Yuehui's hand. He dipped it in ink and looked at the paper. There were already three words on the paper," Golden Pen Point." Lu Ziming frowned slightly and stretched his body. His right hand that was holding the brush danced on the paper like flying. Dan Yuehui's eyes widened the moment Lu Ziming moved the brush. The seemingly casual stroke had the power to lift mountains in her eyes.
A few people in the crowd who really knew calligraphy could not help but exclaim at this time. Their eyes were unconsciously attracted by Lu Ziming's movements. It was impossible for them to move their eyes away the moment Lu Ziming moved his brush. Dan Yuehui clearly felt that Lu Ziming had entered a supreme realm. And this realm was something that he might not be able to reach in his entire life. It was like an exquisite landscape painting. The scenery in the painting was extremely beautiful, but he was just a spectator outside the painting. He could appreciate the beauty of the painting, but he could never walk into the painting.
In the midst of the flamboyant dance, it seemed to have only been an instant, but it also seemed to have been a long century. A huge word,'Spring' that was like a soaring dragon, appeared on the paper. Between the hook and the stroke, there seemed to be an invisible force pulling people's gazes, as if it wanted to pull them all in. Dan Yuehui stared at the word as if he had seen the most precious thing in his life. He instantly fell into the realm that Lu Ziming had created.
A painting that could only be considered a top grade painting had suddenly risen to a top grade painting. Even those who did not understand painting would be instinctively attracted to it after seeing it.
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