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"This girl's ink grinding technique is very good. The ink she grinds is fine and not sticky. I don't know who she learned it from."

Grinding ink may seem simple, but there is still a lot of knowledge involved. You can see the difference in the ink produced by those who know it and those who don't.

"Is there anything special about this?"

Among the many Zijin invitation holders, Yun Qingmo is completely at the junior level, so every time there is a gathering, he is the one who is not ashamed to ask questions.

"You can wait until she finishes writing and try it and you will know."

Although ink ingots are an ancient method, the ink produced by grinding really good ink ingots is definitely better than ink, and the written words will have a completely different feeling.

Yun Qingmo nodded, thinking that after Cheng Jinli finished writing, he would try the ink grinded by the book boy to see if it was different from the ink they usually used.

What Cheng Jinli practiced most during this period was Mr. Wang's "Huang Ting Jing", and he mainly practiced regular script.

According to 016, she is still in the stage of laying the foundation. It is better not to think about cursive writing. When she can practice regular script well, it will be the best foundation for practicing calligraphy.

What Cheng Jinli showed this time was also Mr. Wang's "Huang Ting Jing". The calligraphy written in regular script was so graceful and elegant that everyone present was full of praise for the calligraphy.

"That's right, that's right. Cheng Yatou's beautiful regular calligraphy is so penetrating. It's because we have limited knowledge."

"Boy Yun, you have to work hard, otherwise you won't even know when Cheng Yatou will catch up with you."

"I know, I will definitely practice more when I go back!"

Seeing Cheng Jinli's calligraphy, Yun Qingmo really felt like the waves behind the Yangtze River pushing the waves ahead. He didn't want to be beaten to death on the beach by the waves behind, so he had to increase the intensity of his daily calligraphy practice.

"Junior sister Cheng, can I try to write a few words with the ink your friend grinded for you?"

Yun Qingmo has not forgotten what he just said below.

Cheng Jinli did not answer, but looked at Shutong and let her make her own decision.

"Please, remember to do the final cleaning after use."

The book boy didn't think anything of this request. Anyway, the eldest lady had already used it. If he wanted to use it, he would be responsible for cleaning it up.

Although she is a book girl, she is only a book girl for the eldest lady. If others want to manipulate her, there is no way!

"...Okay! I'll do the cleaning."

Yun Qingmo didn't expect that when Shutong faced Cheng Jinli and others, the difference in treatment would be so obvious.

Yun Qingmo took another piece of rice paper for himself, dipped a clean brush into the ink in the inkstone, and quickly completed a few large characters in regular script on the rice paper.

Because of what the person just said, Yun Qingmo paid special attention to the experience of using it during the writing process.

Sure enough, the ink grinded by the book boy feels completely different from the ink they usually use, or the ink he grinds himself.

Yun Qingmo put down the pen in his hand and sneakily came to Cheng Jinli and the book boy.

Cheng Jinli was originally chatting with others about his experience in practicing calligraphy. When he turned around, he saw Yun Qingmo suddenly appearing behind him. He was startled and took a step back.

If it weren't for the boy who stopped him, Cheng Jinli would have fallen down.

"Mr. Yun, are you okay?"

Cheng Jinli took a deep breath and told himself that he didn't mean it and couldn't be angry.

"I just wrote a few words with the ink developed by Miss Shu, and it feels very good. I wonder if Miss Shu is interested in working at the Yun Family Calligraphy Association?

Whatever your current annual salary is, I’ll give you double it! "

"Mr. Yun, you started poaching people in front of me. Isn't it a bit unkind?"

Although he knew that the book boy would not agree, Cheng Jinli still felt angry.