The stern woman pursed her lips, averted her gaze, and looked elsewhere, remaining silent.
After surveying the room, Zhu Yourong slowly began,
"When Ziyu writes horizontal strokes, each stroke is like restraining a horse by its reins, striking the paper against the grain, retreating slowly and returning swiftly. It is not as all of you methodically and smoothly pass over with the grain. At that time, his brush pressed down to the right before stretching out horizontally and then gradually retracting to form a sideways stroke, capturing an upward diagonal momentum like a rider tugging at the reins intensely, the force driving inward through the crossbow..."