"Why is this?" Gao Yue stood under the tree, puzzled.

Wu Cailuan turned his back to him, sighed again, and said, "Do you know that if you want to change your pipa to learn skills, you must give up playing the pipa for ten years. Only when he forgets everything he has learned before can he learn new music. The same is true for calligraphy. Gao Langjun, your previous calligraphy has accumulated a lot of problems. You must stop writing for three years, and then learn eight-point regular script with me again."

Gao Yue thought something, then nodded repeatedly, expressing his agreement with Wu Cailuan's statement. Then he walked closer and whispered to Cailuan under the shade of the tree, "Do you dare to ask the master, if this is to use money, can you speed up?"

"Oh, Gao Langjun is smart!" When Wu Cailuan heard this, she laughed and turned around and patted Gao Yue on the shoulder with ease. "If you get the money, be sincere! The three-year blank period is ten jin a year. Gao Langjun only needs to give me 30 jin a yuan to speed up immediately, and you can come to learn regular script tomorrow."

The next day, Gao Yue left Wubenfang early in the morning. He handed the "Qiyun" to the Duke of Wei and Liu De's room, and asked all the members of Taofenpeng to copy one of them immediately for academic reference. He carried the mat, food box and thirty guan coins on his back and ran all the way to the Shengye Temple scripture writing workshop.

In the courtyard of the scripture writing workshop, Wu Cailuan was waiting for him for a long time. When Gao Yue arrived, his eyes immediately shone and asked about the money. Gao Yue presented all the thirty knots. Cailuan took it without hesitation, sat cross-legged on the mat next to him and began to carefully count the money.

"Master, please ask about the practice of eight-point regular script?" Gao Yue couldn't help but bow and asked.

Wu Cailuan looked at him, then smiled heartily and patted her forehead, "Look at the little woman's money, no, I remember!" Then she put up a volume of Buddhist scriptures on the wooden stand where she copied the scriptures, and then gave Gao Yue a pen and ink, and then clapped her hands, "This volume is about 800 words, and it must be copied at midday."

"The master doesn't have any guidance to the late students?" Gao Yue felt a little dissatisfied.

Wu Cailuan sat back on the mat impatiently and patted her thighs, "I said Gao Langjun, you are a student who knows the literacy and snippets. You should know the story of Wu Daozi, the great painter of Tang Dynasty, right?"

"I don't know."

"The little woman will tell you, don't look at what Cao Yi came out of the water and Wu Dai was in the wind after Wu Daozi became famous. When he was still young, he was first sent by his father to He Jian to learn calligraphy and painting."

"Who is the Hejian?"

"You don't know this? He Zhizhang (He Zhizhang has served as secretary-general)!"

"oh."

"Do you know that Wu Daozi went to Hejian and what did Hejian ask him to draw on the first day?"

Gao Yue thought for a while, suddenly felt that the visual feeling was overwhelming, and then blurted out, "Can't it be, chicken egg?"

Wu Cailuan, who had a mysterious face just now, immediately exhaled half of her anger, and her expression was probably "So you know it too."

"So, He Jian asked Wu Daozi to draw eggs every day. One day, Wu Daozi couldn't stand it, so he asked the career chief He Jian, why do I have to draw eggs every day? What's the use of eggs? Guess how He Jian answered?"

"Yes, He Jian replied that the chicken eggs are like this, vertically, and lying down again. Then there are subtle differences between each chicken egg. As painters, we must grasp the slight difference between eggs, so that we can fully understand the world. This is called "having an egg to be useful."

"Yes, yes, it's useful." Wu Cailuan shook his finger excitedly, meaning Gao Yue's words are true.

Gao Yue's smile gradually calmed down, "Can the refiner know where the chicken eggs went in the end?"

“Where did you go?”

"As for chicken eggs, of course, they hatched the chicken, and then they were made into chicken soup by He Jian and Wu Daozi. However, after a long time, it tasted a bit bad."

This rotten chicken soup from the Tang Dynasty is simply crossing eras and countries, and it is so hot that it is coming.

"Yes, why didn't they drink it early?" Wu Cailuan was unaware of it, and then she had no intention of chatting with Gao Yue. After ordering the money, she said to him, "Gao Langjun, the little lady is going to Shengye Temple to repay the loan. You can copy it here. Remember to limit the number of daily life. When the little lady comes back, I will tell you the words of Yan Lu Gong (Yan Zhenqing) who went to study Zhang Xu as his teacher when he was a teenager and practiced the word "Yong" for three years."

"The story of this egg alone has already made Wansheng excited. Thank you, Master!" Gao Yue waved goodbye to the departing Wu Cailuan.

At this time, Wu Cailuan came over, looked at the words Gao Yue had just written, and stretched out his hand. Gao Yue felt a delicate warmth, and felt like a sister (although she may be younger than Gao Yue) - his hand was held by Wu Cailuan, "My husband remember that writing eight-point regular script requires roundness and fertility, so don't use the center. Remember to lie down on the tip of the pen side, and turn your wrists as the basis."

After the explanation, Wu Cailuan left.

The scripture writing workshop was already lively, and the group of scripture students came one after another. After greeting Gao Yue, they worked hard.

"Is Master Cailuan very tight?" During the copying, Gao Yue asked the female Sutra next to him, named Ran Sanniang.

Ran Sanniang thought about it and said that she only knew that Cai Luan had agreed to copy Buddhist scriptures for her to repay the debt because she borrowed money from Shengye Temple. As for why she borrowed money, the reason was not clear. But it was not easy for her to live alone in Chang'an.

Gao Yue nodded, then calmed down and silently wrote down words and word by word as Cai Luan told.

He suddenly felt that he was similar to what he did now, Yang Xi, a student of Bohai, - but he had goals, yes, had goals, and copying was just a necessary skill for me to achieve my goals.

The sun shadow gradually moved up to the center of the courtyard. Gao Yue also tried hard to copy and copy the words in the Buddhist scriptures as required, with a total of 800 words, which made his wrists sore and numb, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat. At this time, he admired Wu Cailuan even more: Although this person is greedy for money and loves to pour rotten chicken soup, he can instantly copy a piece of rhyme in small fly heads and it is not bad at all. This ability is beyond the reach of people.

Shortly after copying, a male scholar came outside the door and saw Gao Yue copying the Buddhist scriptures. He happily shouted to the main hall of the scripture writing chamber, "Miss Huang, you have copied the scriptures you want."

Soon an elderly woman, covered in silver hair and dragged Doumai Gu, walked in tremblingly. Gao Yue hurriedly stepped forward to support her. Aunt Huang thanked her repeatedly. When she saw the copied scriptures, she clasped her hands happily and said that the Bodhisattva blessed the Bodhisattva.

Then Aunt Huang left the Liusheng Mai Gu to Gao Yue, saying that this was the cost of copying scriptures.

He gave Gao Yue two more chicken eggs and said that you are still so young, so you can replenish your body.
Chapter completed!