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Chapter 77: Chapter 77. This is my Taoist temple

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Ning Fei took out a brush, an inkstone, and ink.

“My master likes to write calligraphy. It can be considered one of the few hobbies of the elderly.”

“So, I’ve been learning calligraphy from my master since I Was Young.”

Ning Fei began to grind and slowly explained.

Chinese tradition had always been inseparable from ink, paper, and Inkstone. To take the simplest example, during the 2008 Olympic Games, brush, ink, and landscape took up a lot of space.

That was because it was the essence of Chinese culture, a treasure that could amaze the world!

“Taoist writing? I suddenly thought of those masters.”

A netizen suddenly said.

His words made many people echo him.

Some time ago, it was very popular online. A so-called “Master”with disheveled hair and a white robe demonstrated Chinese calligraphy. He held a huge brush and casually waved it on the paper, and the crowd applauded.

This was still conservative. There was another “Master”who was even more ruthless. He had long hair and dipped his head in ink. Then, he used his head to scribble on the paper.

Just like that, there were many other “Disciples”around him. They seemed to be middle-aged people in their thirties. They were clapping and cheering.

The clown was in the Palace Hall, and the master was wandering.

A while ago, there was a very popular painter on Douyin. He was already close to fifty years old. His hair and beard were a little white, and his clothes were tattered. He sat on the street and made a living by drawing on fans.

He could only draw five times a day, earning around 240 Yuan a day.

His paintings were purely handmade and lifelike. After they were exposed on the internet, they immediately became popular.

Although this artist was older, his eyes were very clear and pure. He looked very sincere.

After he became popular, someone offered a very high price to buy his fan. He was still the same as before, drawing only so many times a day.

Perhaps his realm was something that those so-called “Masters”would never be able to achieve.

After Ning Fei finished grinding the ink, he took out a wolf’s hair brush and dipped it in the ink, allowing the tip of the brush to absorb it fully.

When he held the brush, a few people immediately felt that something was wrong and began to pace themselves.

There was no lack of people on the internet who wanted to show off their sense of superiority to others. In fact, there were many such people.

“The host only uses three fingers to hold a pen? Are you sure you know calligraphy?”

“I’ve studied calligraphy for three years. It means that the way to use a pen is the five-fingered method of holding a pen. I use all five fingers. The emphasis is on ‘press, press, hook, top, and touch’to ensure that the pen is held securely.”

“Three fingers. It looks like a bit of an amateur.”

“I thought he was a calligraphy master. Could it be that he’s also trying to sensationalize the crowd?”

“It’s fine if the priest doesn’t know calligraphy. There’s no need.”

A few netizens who felt that they understood began to explain the situation. Some netizens who didn’t understand the situation quickly followed, showing that they were equally talented.

The dogs in the village barked. The other dogs also barked, but they didn’t know why. — Lu Xun

Ning Fei also noticed the bullet comments. He just coldly shook his head.

“There are many ways to use a brush. There are three fingers holding a brush, five fingers holding a brush, holding a pipe, and so on. The most commonly used method now is the five fingers holding a brush.”

“The three fingers holding a brush is the ancient Chinese way of holding a brush.”

“Su Dongpo once said, ‘there is no fixed method for holding a brush. You have to make the empty space wider.’this means that there is no fixed method for holding a brush. As long as the palm of your hand is empty, it will be easy to write.”

“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.”

Hearing Ning Fei’s words, the person who initially had the rhythm really went to Baidu to look it up.

In fact, he had just started learning calligraphy. He had also learned how to write with his five fingers from his teacher. He did not know anything else, but he could not help but want to show it off.

Now that he was so popular with Ning Fei, he suddenly felt ashamed.

Ning Fei was not disturbed by these people.

He held a brush with his right hand and prepared to write.

“There are three forms of writing with a brush: occipital wrist, hanging wrist, and hanging elbow

“Occipital wrist is the wrist resting on the table, hanging wrist is the elbow resting on the table, hanging wrist

“And the method I use is hanging elbow! This method is more free, and you can freely use it.”

Just as Ning Fei said, the hanging elbow was the arm holding the brush that was completely hanging in the air. The words written in this way were the most elegant and domineering.

“Qingfeng Temple!”

Ning Fei’s movements were completed in one go. The brush seemed to have a soul under his hand as it danced wantonly.

He wrote these three big words on the plaque in very standard regular script.

“So Handsome!”

“So Cool!”

“These words are so beautiful!”

“D * mn, he really knows how to write with a brush!”

“What’s that word called again? Yes, the brush moves like a dragon and snake!”

“I know that. It’s a vivid image of the calligraphy. It’s from Li Bai’s “Cursive calligraphy: a dragon and snake move from time to time. The left side, the right side, the crease, and the Lightning Strike!”

“Hahaha, the netizens are all literate people. I’m impressed.”

“Dragons and snakes are in the brush, snakes and rats are in the nest.”

“Nest, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon”

“Dragon and horse spirit!”

Since ancient times, the bullet screen had produced talented people. Initially, everyone was still praising Ning Fei’s calligraphy, but in a short while, the netizens started to play with the idiom “Dragon and dragon”again.

However, the scene of Ning Fei writing calligraphy still shocked many people.

Ning Fei looked at the words on the plaque, and a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Qingfeng Temple.

This was his Taoist temple.

Then, he wrote three words on another board: Sanqing Hall!

After writing the words on the board, the next step was to carve.

The words had to be carved into the wood.

The carving of the words was even more delicate than the wood carving.

Ning Fei held a file in his hand and started to carve again.

This was the board of Qingfeng Temple, representing the facade of Qingfeng Temple.

He did not want to make the plaque unusually overbearing and aggressive, but he hoped that this plaque could also be generous and square.

Therefore, when he carved, he carved with emotion.

He just immersed himself in the carving.

The Little Falcon had gone somewhere to play. Every time when he worked seriously, the Little Fox would lie down at the side and quietly close her eyes to rest.

In the end, the two plaques were completed. Ning Fei looked at the plaques that he had personally made and smiled in satisfaction.

“I have to go buy some things tomorrow. Paint, glaze, and seal the wax. The new tablet of Qingfeng Temple will be completed!”

“Congratulations, Abbey Dean Ning.”

“It’s really amazing. I’m amazed after watching the whole process.”

“I salute the traditional crafts!”

“This is the real master!”

At the same time, in a small city, a middle-aged man who had experienced a lot looked at Ning Fei in the live broadcast and smiled very happily.

“He’s really promising. He’s much better than me. I knew this kid would be extraordinary in the future. Qingfeng temple will definitely flourish in his hands.”

“What are you smiling for? Hurry up and wash the apples. Jiaqian will be back in a while.”A middle-aged woman’s voice came from behind him. She sounded a little nagging.

“I’m Coming, I’m Coming.”The middle-aged man was scolded. Instead, he smiled happily and immediately got up to wash the apples.

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The next morning, Ning Fei turned on 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. It was the forest ranger Zhou Peng, a colleague of Yong Tao.

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

“Yong Tao? Didn’t he go to pick up Old Zhang? Why? Didn’t he go back?”

“Yeah, he didn’t pick up his phone either. I’m dying of anxiety,”Zhou Peng said again.

Ning Fei realized that something was wrong, so he asked again, “Then, Ranger Old Zhang, did he go back?”

“Not yet. I have already contacted the search and rescue team and the armed police. I’m worried that something might have happened to them.”

“Okay, I got it.”

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

In the depths of Mount Qin, cars could not go there, which meant that the members of the search and rescue team could only go in on foot. This kind of progress would undoubtedly be very slow.

“Yong Tao...”

“I’m getting married. The Bride is Lin Fang. Hehe.”

“You’re my best man. There won’t be any problems that day, right?”

Thinking of Yong Tao’s words, Ning Fei did not hesitate at all.

“I have to go and see what happened!”

Following that, Ning Fei quickly changed into his hiking boots, carried his hiking bag, and took his Su Mu bow as he rushed into the depths of Mount Qin.