Mu Zhengyang smiled slightly, looked up at the sky and said, "It's eight o'clock in the morning now, so you can observe here first. I'll go back to the academy to get you an umbrella!"

Liu Lihua stayed in the academy for half an hour before going down the mountain. Yesterday, she discussed with Mu Dahai about opening a winery, and there were still a lot of details waiting to be discussed.

Mu Zhengyang looked at the time in the yard, guessing that his mother should have arrived at home, took out two umbrellas from the warehouse, walked to the edge of the hillside in front of the academy, and gave Zhao Shiran one.

at this time.

The white clouds were hidden, the black clouds were surging, and the birds in the forest flew low, and there were also bursts of "rumbling" thunder sounds.

Zhao Shiran looked at the unpredictable celestial phenomena in surprise. When he went up the mountain, there was a sunrise, and there was no sign of rain. However, his teacher had already talked about taking an umbrella an hour and a half ago. He suspected that such people living in seclusion in the mountains had some special skills, so he asked: "Teacher, how did you know it would rain? Did you watch the celestial phenomena last night and knew that it would rain at around 9 o'clock this morning?"

Watch the celestial phenomena at night?

Mu Zhengyang has not learned this kind of slutty operation yet.

However, the weather forecasts provided by his mobile browser are still very accurate, especially in the past one or two days, when the sun comes out, when it rains, how many levels of wind blows, and from which direction, they are all clearly displayed clearly.

Mu Zhengyang smiled and said, "It seems that you have no habit of looking at weather forecasts!"

"It's actually a weather forecast..." Zhao Shiran was disappointed and said casually and enthusiastically, "Since it will rain heavily soon, let's go back to the academy! My grandfather praised your calligraphy as the style of "Liu Gu Yan Yun", which is a masterpiece in the calligraphy world. Take this opportunity to open my eyes!"

"No hurry, you are so lucky. On the first day of your study of calligraphy, you will get the right time and place. Let's appreciate the calligraphy of nature together!"

Mu Zhengyang's eyes were also full of expectations, as if he was waiting for something to come.

"You asked me to observe these trees to appreciate the calligraphy of nature?"

Zhao Shiran seemed to understand the reason why Mu Zhengyang asked her to observe the tree, but after looking at it for an hour and a half, he could not see the reason.

Mu Zhengyang nodded and said, "Here you come!"

A lightning bolt exploded, like a gap in the sky.

The sound of thunder was like a horn of charge, and the pouring rain poured out on Tiannan Mountain at all costs.

The wind sways, and the silver snake dances.

Under the fierce attack of the storm, the trees under the hillside seemed to be bent by the thunder that was smashed down, but then they straightened their waists again, and then there was a loud bang, as if they bounced the thunder and threw it into the deep valley!

Trees of all sizes all stand to confront the storm and storm, thunder and lightning, during collisions, injuries, cracks or collapses, but also let thunderstorms taste the taste of the tree!

In the hazy, a tree fell east and west in the deafening thunder, sometimes tilted, sometimes bent, sometimes firm, sometimes mopped the ground, sometimes pierced the sky...

Mu Zhengyang was holding an umbrella, and his clothes were still wet, but he didn't care at all. He said to Zhao Shiran: "Do you understand?"

Zhao Shiran's clothes were also wet, but his mind was immersed in this hillside, his heart was beating violently. He suddenly thought of something and screamed with excitement: "These trees are like a pen, a pen that has just been tightened and released, just moved and tilted! This flying pen shrinks and sweeps and drags in the storm. It is Zhang Xu's pen and Huaisu's pen! They are crazy! They are bumping!"

The thunder is still blowing wildly, the wind is still blowing wildly, the rain is still falling wildly, the trees are still rushing wildly, and they are still writing!

In the misty rain, the head of the pen is like a human head, and the staggering tree is like a drunken tree, and it looks like a hungry person who appears and is addicted to alcohol. When he is drunk, he roars and immerses his head in ink and writes!

And the rumbling thunder that fell to the ground seemed to be thrown from the air while Zhang Xu was writing!

The thunder is still blowing wildly, the wind is still blowing wildly, and the rain is still falling wildly, and the vigorous and clean tree is still raging wildly, still writing!

Zhao Shiran stared at the trees and strong branches all over the mountain, like a shocking snake and wandering around the water, like a sudden rain and whirling whirling around, without restraint, and change without restraint.

The magnificent momentum reflects a dangerous and toned structure, revealing some brush marks, some ink marks, and some lines, making people fascinated by the world of Huaisu's calligraphy works.

The thunder gradually faded away, the heavy rain gradually subsided, and the strong wind gradually weakened.

The ink clouds piled up in the distance in the sky, and the gray sky lit up in the wind.

The whole mountain walked out of the thunder, wind and rain, and the warm sunlight came out again.

Zhao Shiran fell into a state of enlightenment, and the scenes of trees fighting against thunder and lightning storms appeared in his mind. Zhang Diansu's crazy true intention was in his chest.

Mu Zhengyang knew that Zhao Shiran should have understood Zhang Dian Sukuan’s Xingyi, but in fact, the essence of grass is not the superficial arrogance, but more from the inner “quiet” and “emptiness”.

If you want to make the style of the work look different from vulgarity, you can only present it if your mood is empty and bright!

Su Shi had a sentence in "Sending Chanliao Shi": "Silent and quiet make the movements of the group, and empty make the world envelop all things."

Can an impetuous and snobbish heart be free and free? Can love be concentrated, can ink be smooth? Can the spirit be concentrated, can the pen be crazy?

Only by letting the pen and ink flow smoothly and the lines change at will, can it be achieved through the scattered emotions and spirits.

Mu Zhengyang knew that Zhao Shiran had done his best, and what was left was a state of mind, which was indeed too early for Zhao Shiran.

Zhao Shiran came back from his enlightenment. The heavy rain came and went quickly. However, in just half an hour, although her teacher did not tell her anything about calligraphy, she could understand Zhang Diansukui’s true meaning from another more intuitive way.

This true meaning may take her ten, twenty years, or even longer to have the opportunity to understand it.

Zhao Shiran was grateful to Mu Zhengyang from the bottom of his heart, and bent down to Mu Zhengyang respectfully and said, "Thank you, teacher!"

She didn't talk much, but every word was sincere. From this moment on, she regarded Mu Zhengyang as her real teacher and her lifelong teacher!

Mu Zhengyang smiled indifferently and said, "What do you want to thank me for? I just got wet with you! If you want to thank you, thank you for the trees all over the mountain, thank you for the storm just now!"

Zhao Shiran smiled mysteriously and said, "Teacher, you said you were an amateur before and had not yet learned the master. Actually, I have never believed it very much! But I suddenly discovered your secret, just like Zhang Xu saw the princess and the porter scramble to pass by and suddenly realized the artistic conception of cursive writing, watching Gongsun Da Niang dance the sword and realize the magic of cursive writing! Teacher, you must have learned from nature, and then understood the secret of calligraphy!"
Chapter completed!