"Professor Wang, what do you think?" "Ah..."

Professor Wang then came to his senses.

He found himself attracted by the calligraphy and paintings.

"The word "bamboo." Professor Wang looked at the word "painted" and said in surprise: "Is this word "painted"... an antique?"

"Antique?" Zhang Mengmeng's expression was strange. The circle of friends clearly marked the newly released calligraphy and paintings. How could it be antiques?

"Although the painter's skills are somewhat biased, this is... antique calligraphy and painting."

"How do you see the professor?"

"How to say it, this is a kind of intuition to appreciate calligraphy and painting for many years." Professor Wang touched his chin and said, "A lot of intuition, ancient paintings and modern people's paintings will have a different feeling. This feeling is very mysterious. You can understand it as the traces left by time, or as some of the ancients have the spirit that we modern people do not have. The calligraphy and paintings they make are different from the new paintings."

"For example, Wang Xizhi, Wang Wei, Tang Bohu, Zhao Mengfu, etc., their calligraphy and paintings are excellent, but the most attractive thing is the 'soul' in calligraphy and painting..."

"In my experience, this should be an ancient painting that has been around for hundreds of years, and it is the kind of paintings written by famous artists, but the paper is so new, and the ink on it does not seem to be dry..."

Professor Wang was a little confused. He couldn't do this admirable calligraphy and painting.

Is this an antique? Or is it an antique?

Professor Wang said.

"And, what makes me most strange about this painting..."

“What is it?”

"He gave me a...it seems...it seems like the words in this painting are about to pop out, as if they have vitality." Professor Wang was a little conflicted, which was exactly the same as the calligraphy and paintings of famous people in ancient times.

"Yes, yes, yes, professor, it feels the same as me!" Zhang Mengmeng was shocked. It turned out that it was not just me who would be attracted by these calligraphy and paintings.

The feeling of the word "bamboo" in the painting seemed to be about to be revealed by oneself, which shocked Zhang Mengmeng the most.

"Where is this calligraphy?"

"If nothing unexpected happens... it should be Xiangmen Mountain, Taixu Temple. I know the Taoist priest there. He is a very young and magical Taoist."

"Can you send this picture to me?"

"Professor Wang? Of course."

"Can I display it on the school's official account?"

"Wait, I'll ask."

Zhang Mengmeng hurriedly asked Li Wei on the other end of WeChat.

Compared with many little geniuses who have not read it back, Li Wei respects his friends opposite WeChat very much.

It is displayed on the school’s official account, Li Wei has never cared about such things.

"He said yes."

"Um..."

Professor Wang uploaded the photo to the school’s official account, with the title called ‘Bamboo’ and signed.

"Article, his name?"

Zhang Mengmeng said, he still remembered Li Wei's Taoist name.

"Sign up... just write Mingche."

"become."

When Professor Wang put it on the official account, it did not cause much trouble. After all, Professor Wang often puts students' calligraphy and paintings on the official account, let alone this is just a word.

However, it soon attracted people's attention...

"This word is so weird. I clearly think he doesn't write it well, but I feel it comes from a famous master."

"Yes, I feel like there is a strange charm in it."

"A little curious, this word has a little 'meaning' in it."

"I feel like I'm writing better than him, but I definitely don't feel that way."

"I don't feel anything, it's just an ordinary word. What's so magical?"

"The pigs upstairs eat fine bran and don't know how to appreciate it. They are good at this word, and they understand everything, and they don't understand what we understand. We don't understand what we understand, and you don't understand what we say."

"Damn, I've understood it all for you."

For a time, the word "bamboo" triggered a small wave of discussion on the official account on campus.

Some people think that this must be made by an old masterpiece, some people think that this is an ancient calligraphy and painting processed with modern technology, and some people think that this is a high school student's word.

Some people can see the long-standing charm in this ancient painting, while others think that this is just that, not as mysterious as so many comments.

But no matter what, this strange word "bamboo" caused a lot of discussion in the school.

.........

After Li Wei put down his phone, he was also observing his calligraphy and paintings.

After a breath of fairy spirit passed, the whole calligraphy and painting felt different. The bamboo characters on it seemed to be coming alive, and the paper decorated with ink seemed to be about to jump out of the paper.

Just when Li Wei was still observing, incense aura came leisurely from the sky.

These incense auras poured into the bamboo directly.

A mouthful of fairy spirit and incense, and at this moment a phantom ink bamboo grew directly from the painting!

"Damn!"

Li Wei was shocked when he looked at the ink bamboo growing out of the paper.

The paper is soil, and it breaks out of the paper. It is not tall, just 1.6 meters tall, and it looks translucent.

The style of painting is also different from ordinary bamboo, it is in a translucent ink style.

The small ink bamboo rises, which is a bit more illusory than the real bamboo, but also has a bit more ethereal in landscape ink painting style.

Just as the painting of the two-dimensional world is presented in the third dimension, it has a strange beauty.

At this moment, the ink bamboo was absorbing the incense power floating in the distance and was growing slowly...

The writing is made into ink bamboo, and the incense is absorbed and the power is long.

"Can this still happen?"

Li Wei was shocked and wanted to give it another try.

Write another word for bamboo, and a mouthful of fairy air blows on it, but it no longer grows, which is different from the ink bamboo that looks like it has its own life.

Even the meaning of a famous master with the style of a master has been eliminated.

It seems that the word "Bamboo" written by Li Wei himself has only one original copy, and it is no longer useful to pour it into the immortal spirit.

"Damn it, I thought I could change my career and write calligraphy and painting to make money to eat pork ribs."

Li Wei suddenly felt a little bored. At first, he thought that his calligraphy and paintings could draw a big wet style.

As a result, this ‘big wet’ style seems to be a one-time job, and only the first authentic one is effective.

Faced with the illusory ink bamboo that can absorb the power of incense, Li Wei didn't know how to place it at first, but then he had a sudden idea.
Chapter completed!