Cloud-Perch Academy.
"Junior Brother Chu, look. You should draw this line like this."
In the courtyard, Liang Yuan was earnestly teaching Chu Ming how to paint.
"At this point, your brushwork is also inaccurate. Watch closely, Junior Brother Chu. If you finish the stroke like this, the painting will feel complete."
"Thank you, Senior Brother. I'll give it a try."
Chu Ming picked up his brush and began painting. From trees to mountains and rivers, every stroke was delicate and careful.
At the same time, the progress of [Calligraphy and Painting] on the panel was rising rapidly.
That was the benefit of proper guidance: you could quickly find the right approach instead of wasting time down the wrong path.
23...33...45...56...
After he finished two paintings, the progress of [Calligraphy and Painting] had risen to 56, much faster than when he had been figuring it out on his own.
"Senior Brother Ning's been gone for so long and still hasn't come back." Liang Yuan looked toward the courtyard entrance, then turned to Chu Ming. "Junior Brother Chu, you even dared to refuse Master Shen's invitation. I admire you."
Chu Ming continued painting with his brush. "Senior Brother Ning has a greater gift for poetry and song. He deserves Master Shen's guidance."
He had a faint idea of what that Lord Shen was planning.
Formal script, simplified script... forging new paths...
According to the history of his previous life, breaking down the entrenched barriers of literature would be a great boon to future generations, but it wasn't something one or two people could accomplish.
Every tradition that was broken had been bought with countless lives ablaze with passion.
Rather than wasting time on something so unrealistic, and so likely to offend powerful figures, it was better to focus on practical matters.
Derive