Ning Fei took out the brush, inkstone, and ink.
"My master likes to write calligraphy, which is one of the few hobbies of old people."
"So, I have learned calligraphy from my master since I was a child."
Ning Fei started grinding and slowly explained at the same time.
Chinese tradition has always been inseparable from pen, ink, paper and inkstone. To give the simplest example, in the 2008 Olympic Games, pen and ink landscapes occupied a large space.
Because it is the essence of Chinese culture and a Chinese treasure that can amaze the world!
"Taoist priest writing? Suddenly I thought of those masters."
A netizen suddenly said.
His words made many people agree.
It was very popular on the Internet some time ago. A so-called "master" with disheveled hair and white clothes demonstrated Chinese calligraphy. He held a huge brush and flicked it on the paper a few times, and a group of people around him applauded.
This is still conservative, and there is another "master" who is even more ruthless. He has long hair, directly dips his head in ink, and then uses his head to scribble on the paper.
Just like that, there were many of his "disciples" around, all of whom seemed to be middle-aged people in their thirties, clapping and applauding.
The clown is in the hall, the master is wandering.
Some time ago, there was a very popular painter on Douyin. He was nearly fifty years old, with a little gray hair and beard, and shabby clothes. He sat on the street and made a living by drawing pictures on fans.
He can only draw 5 paintings a day and earn about 240 yuan a day.
His paintings, which are purely handmade and lifelike, became popular immediately after being exposed on the Internet.
Although this painter is older, his eyes are clear, pure, and sincere.
Even after it became so popular, someone offered a very high price to buy his fan, but he still continued as usual, only drawing so much in a day.
His realm may be something that those so-called "masters" can never reach.
Ning Fei studied the ink, took out a langhao pen, and dipped it evenly in the ink, letting the tip of the brush absorb it fully.
As soon as he took hold of the brush, many people suddenly felt that something was not right and began to set the pace.
On the Internet today, there is no shortage of people who show their superiority by popularizing science to others. In fact, there are many such people.
"The anchor only uses three fingers to hold the pen? Are you sure you can do calligraphy?"
"I have studied calligraphy for three years, and the method of writing is the five-finger method of holding the pen. All five fingers are used, and the emphasis is on 'pressing, pressing, hooking, pushing, and resisting' to ensure that the pen is held securely."
"Three fingers, it looks a bit amateurish."
"I thought he was a master of calligraphy. Isn't he just trying to impress people?"
"It's okay if the Taoist master doesn't know calligraphy. It's not necessary."
A few netizens who felt they understood began to popularize science and took some steps, while some netizens who didn't know what was going on hurriedly followed up to show that they were equally talented.
The village dog barked, and the other dogs barked too, but they didn't know why. —Lu Xun
Ning Fei also noticed this barrage, and he just shook his head indifferently.
"There are many ways to hold a pen, such as three-finger pen holding, five-finger pen holding, tube grip, etc. The most commonly used one now is the five-finger pen holding method."
"The three-finger holding method is the way ancient Chinese people held their brushes."
"Su Dongpo once said: 'There is no fixed method for holding the pen, it must be empty and wide.' That means there is no certain standard for the way to hold the pen. As long as the palm of the hand is empty, it will be convenient when writing."
"Those who don't understand can go to Baidu on their own. There is no need to show your ignorance in the live broadcast room."
After hearing what Ning Fei said, the person who originally set the rhythm actually went to Baidu to check it out.
In fact, he had just started learning calligraphy, and he learned how to hold the pen with five fingers from his teacher. He didn't know anything else at all, and he just couldn't help but want to show off.
Now that Ning Fei is being taught so much, he suddenly feels ashamed.
Ning Fei was not disturbed by these people.
He holds the pen in his right hand, ready to write.
"There are three states for writing calligraphy: pillowing the wrist, hanging the wrist and hanging the elbow."
"The pillowed wrist means that the wrist is resting on the table, and the hanging wrist means that the elbow is on the table and the wrist is suspended."
"And the method I use is hanging elbows! This method is more free and you can do whatever you want."
As Ning Fei said, the hanging elbow means that the arm holding the pen is completely suspended in the air. The words written in this way are the most free and domineering.
"Qingfeng Temple!"
Ning Fei's movements were done in one go, and the brush seemed to have a soul under his hand, dancing freely.
He wrote these three characters on the plaque in very standard block letters.
"So handsome!"
“Really chic!”
"This word is so beautiful!"
"I wonder, he can really calligraphy with calligraphy!"
"What's that word called? Yes, the pen moves like a dragon and a snake!"
"I know this. The vivid image that praises calligraphy comes from Li Bai's "Cursive Script Song": From time to time, I only see dragons and snakes walking away, and the left and right are frowning and shocked!"
"Hahaha, netizens are all cultural people, I admire them."
"The pen moves the dragon and the snake, and the snake and the rat den together."
"The nest, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon"
"Dragon horse spirit!"
Since ancient times, barrage has revealed talents. Originally, everyone was praising Ning Fei's calligraphy, but soon netizens started playing idiom solitaire again.
However, the scene of Ning Fei writing calligraphy still amazed many people.
Ning Fei looked at the words on the plaque with a satisfied smile on his lips.
Qingfengguan.
This is his Taoism.
Then, he wrote three words on another plaque: Sanqing Palace!
After writing the words on the plaque, the next step is to engrave it.
Words should be penetrating into the wood.
The carving of the characters is more delicate than the wood carving just now.
Ning Fei held the file in his hand and started carving again.
This is the plaque of Qingfeng Temple, which represents the facade of Qingfeng Temple.
He didn't want the plaque to be overbearing or aggressive, but he wanted it to be generous and square.
Therefore, when he does engraving, he does it with emotion.
He just lost himself in the carving.
The little hawk no longer knew where to go to play. Every time when the little fox was working hard, he would lie down beside him and quietly close his eyes to rest.
Finally, both plaques were completed. Ning Fei looked at the plaques made by himself and smiled with satisfaction.
"I have to buy some things tomorrow, paint, glaze, and seal wax. The new Qingfengguan plaque will be finished!"
"Congratulations to Master Ning Guan."
"It's really amazing. After watching the whole process, I was amazed."
"A tribute to traditional craftsmanship!"
"This is the master!"
At the same time, in a small city, a somewhat vicissitudes of life middle-aged man looked at Ning Fei in the live broadcast and smiled happily.
"He is really promising. He is much better than me. I know that this boy will be extraordinary in the future. With Qingfeng Guan in his hands, he will definitely be able to flourish."
"Why are you giggling? Wash the apples quickly. Jiaqian will be back soon." A middle-aged woman's voice came from behind him, which sounded a bit nagging.
"Come on, come on." The middle-aged man smiled happily after being scolded, and then hurriedly got up and went to wash the apples.
Early the next morning, Ning Fei started the live broadcast as usual.
He first went to do morning exercises for a while, then took a shower and had breakfast.
At this time, he received a call from ranger Zhou Peng, a colleague of Yong Tao.
"Hey, Ning Fei? Has Yong Tao gone to your place?" Zhou Peng's voice was a little urgent.
"Yong Tao? Didn't he go to pick up Lao Zhang? Why, didn't he go back?"
"Yeah, I don't even answer his phone calls. I'm almost dying of anxiety." Zhou Peng said again.
Ning Fei realized that something was not right, so he asked again: "Well, ranger Lao Zhang, has he gone back?"
"No. I have contacted the search and rescue team and the armed police. I am worried that there may be something wrong with them."
"okay, I get it."
After hanging up the phone, Ning Fei felt a little distracted.
Deep in the Qinshan Mountains, vehicles cannot pass there, which means that the search and rescue team members can only search inside on foot. Such progress will undoubtedly be very slow.
"Yong Tao."
"I'm getting married, and the bride is Lin Fang, hehe."
"You're my best man, so that's no problem on that day."
Thinking of Yong Tao's words, Ning Fei didn't hesitate at all.
"Gotta go see what's going on!"
Then, Ning Fei quickly put on his hiking boots, picked up his hiking bag, and took his sappan bow, and headed deep into Qinshan Mountain.
(End of chapter)