Strongest Broadcast System

Overpower Broadcast System Chapter 77: This is my Taoist temple

Ning Fei took out her brush, ink stones, and ink.

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

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

Ning Fei started grinding, and slowly explained.

Chinese tradition has always been inseparable from pen, ink, paper and ink stones.As the simplest example, in the 2008 Olympics, pens, inks and landscapes accounted for a lot of space.

Because that is the core of Chinese culture, it is a Chinese treasure that can make the world extraordinary!

"Tao Writing? Suddenly I remembered the master."

Saying a warganet suddenly.

These words made many people agree.

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

It's still conservative, there's a "master" who is even more ruthless, has long hair and instantly dips his head into ink, then uses his head to scribble the paper.

Exactly like that, there were many "disciples" around him, who looked like middle-aged people in their thirties, clapping and clapping.

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

Some time ago, there was a very popular painter in Douyin, almost half a century old, with a bit of gray hair and beard, as well as shabby clothes. He sat down on the street and made a living by painting in a fan.

He could only draw 5 pieces a day, and make about 240 yuan a day.

The painting was purely handmade and like the original, After being exposed online, it instantly exploded.

Although this painter was older, his eyes were very clear and pure, and he looked very sincere.

After the explosion happened, someone made a very high bid to buy his fan, as usual, he only painted once a day.

His territory, perhaps the so-called "master" would never be able to reach out.

Ning Fei grinded her ink, took out a wolf pen, dipped it into the ink evenly, so that the brush tip was absorbed.

With the brush he was holding, some people suddenly felt that the situation was not right, and started to take a rhythm.

Now on the Internet, there has never been a shortage of people showing their superiority to others in popular science, even many such people.

"The marker only uses three fingers to hold the questioner? Are you sure you can make calligraphy?"

"I have been studying calligraphy for three years, and that means the brushstroke method is a 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, see some civilians.”

"I think I'm a calligrapher, maybe it's also arrogant."

"Teacher Tao doesn't know how to make calligraphy, it's not necessary."

Some netizens who thought they understood started popularizing science and bringing rhythm, and some netizens who didn't know it hurriedly followed to show that they were just as talented.

The dogs in the village bark, and the other dogs bark, but they do not know why. ——Lu Xun

Ning Fei also noticed the rope, she simply shook her head indifferently.

“There are many ways to move the pen, three-finger pen, five-finger pen, holding tube, etc. The most common way is to write a five-finger pen.

"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 have to make it empty and wide.' This means there is no standard for the writing method, as long as the palm is empty and it is convenient to write. "

"People who don't understand can go to Baidu on their own. There's 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 on her.

Actually he had just learned calligraphy, and the five-finger pen was also learned from his teacher, he did not understand at all, just wanted to show off.

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

Ning flew and was not bothered by these people.

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

"There are three circumstances for writing calligraphy with a brush, namely, armrests, hanging wrists, and hanging elbows."

"Wrist cushion means the wrist is placed on the table, and the arm is hung means the elbow is on the table and the wrist is hung."

"The method I use is to hang my elbow! It's freer and you can swing it at will."

As Ning Fei had said, hanging elbows meant that the arm holding the pen was hanging in midair, so the written character was the most uncontrollable and domineering.

"Creative wind sightings!"

Ning Fei's movements finished at once, and the brush danced freely as if it had a soul under its hand.

He wrote these three characters on a plaque with a very standard block font.

"How dare!"

"Very pretty!"

"This word is so beautiful!"

"I cleaned up, he really knows how to make calligraphy!"

"I know this, exaggerating the vivid calligraphy picture, from" Coursive Songs "Li Bai: I see dragons and snakes all the time, and Xu Xu is electrocuted!"

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

"It leads the dragon and the serpent, the serpent and the mouse are the nests."

"Hive, Squat Tiger, Hidden Dragon"

"Spirit Ryoma!"

Since the ancient times, there were talents in Barrage, everyone still praised Ning Fei's calligraphy. Shortly thereafter, netizens began to re-play the idiom solitaire.

But the scene where Ning Fei wrote this calligraphy still shocked many people.

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

Qingfeng Scenery.

This is his daoism.

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

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

The word must be three minutes into the forest.

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

Ning Fei held the file in her hand, and started writing again.

This was the plaque of the Qingfeng Temple, which symbolized the front of the Qingfeng Temple.

He did not want to make a domineering and aggressive plaque, but he hoped the plaque could also be generous and square.

Therefore, while making the writing, he carved it with emotion.

He so immersed himself in the writing.

Little Falcon no longer knew where he went to play, every time he was working hard, Xiaohu would lie down and close his eyes calmly.

Finally the two plaques were so, Ning Fei smiled in satisfaction at the plaque she made herself.

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

"Congratulations to Ning Guanzhu."

"Truly amazing. After witnessing the entire process, I was greatly amazed."

"Wrap for traditional craftsmanship!"

"This is the master!"

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

"It's very promising. He's much better than me. I know this boy will be amazing in the future. The sight of Qingfeng in his hands would definitely continue."

“What are you giggling about? Wash the apples quickly, and Jiaqian will be back in a moment.” The voice of a middle-aged woman came from behind him, which sounded a bit of a nag.

“This is it.” The middle-aged man was scolded, but smiled happily, and immediately got up to wash the apples.

...

The next morning, Ning Fei reopened the live broadcast as usual.

He first went to gymnastics for a while, then took a shower and had breakfast.

Currently, he received a call from ranger Zhou Peng, Yong Tao's colleague.

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

"Tao Yong? Didn't he invite Lao Zhang? Why, he's not coming back?"

“Yes, I didn't answer the phone when I called her. I am almost dying,” Zhou Peng said again.

Ning Fei realized something was not right, so she asked: "Then, patrolman Zhang, has he returned?"

"Not both. I've contacted the SAR team and armed police, and I'm afraid something's wrong with them."

"okay, I understand."

After hanging up the phone, Ning Fei felt a little uncomfortable.

Deep inside Mount Qin, no cars could pass, meaning the SAR team could only search inside on foot, surely the progress would be slow.

"Yong Tao's..."

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

"You're my companion, it's okay that day."

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

"We have to go and see what happens!"

Furthermore, Ning Fei quickly put on her hiking boots, carried a hiking bag, and picked up her Su Mu bow, and rushed into the depths of Mount Qin.