The next day.
Early in the morning.
Yang Chen arrived at the gym early, worked out for a while using the equipment, but it wasn't very effective.
After breakfast, Yang Chen went to Master Ye's study.
"You're here." Master Ye was practicing calligraphy.
As the saying goes, when the sun rises in the east, purple aura comes from the east.
At dawn, when the day begins.
This is the best time to practice calligraphy, with the best state of mind, deeper insights, and the best results.
Yang Chen nodded slightly, didn't disturb Master Ye, but stood aside and watched him practice calligraphy.
At this time, Master Ye was copying Wang Xizhi's Lanting Preface.
Wang Xizhi's calligraphy is considered the epitome of calligraphy, acknowledged by everyone as the sage of calligraphy. Everyone wants to master a hand of Wang Xizhi's cursive script, taking it as an honor.
But Yang Chen didn't quite agree with this.
