The hot breath filled the room, and the servant soaked in it, his limbs were warm, and his strength seemed to have increased a lot.

Surprised, he looked intently, and only then did he see that it was Qiu Yan writing at the desk! Around Qiu Yan, there were three people who were stunned.

On the paper in front of Qiu Yan, there were faint fluctuations of qi and blood, and the heat was surging.

This servant has never practiced martial arts, so he naturally doesn't know the meaning of masculine blood, but this qi is visible to the naked eye now, of course, he can't ignore it, and he is surprised in his heart.

"What's going on? This room full of heat is coming out of the paper?"

Just when the servant was surprised and puzzled, Qiu Yan turned his wrist and wrote a ziihou stroke. Then, he put down his pen, picked up the paper, and blew it gently.

Call!

The masculine blood on the paper was blown away by him, and the next moment, the warm breath in the room was gone.

"Huh?" Sun Xingming came back to his senses at this time, got up and walked over, he stood behind Qiu Yan, looked at the column of words on the paper, and read it lightly: "Fuzi, take God as the spirit, take the heart as the muscles and bones, if the god is not harmonious, the words are excessive, if the heart is not strong, the words are not healthy." ”

After reading this sentence, looking at the words full of bones and blood, and feeling the strong, progressive, and square circle exuded in the words, Sun Xingming couldn't help but admire: "Good words! Good sentences! This passage of yours is a trick to practicing calligraphy!

Speaking of this, he leaned down, widened his eyes, little by little, carefully looked at each word, and was amazed: "Sure enough, there is Shen Yun! This trick, with this word Shen Yun, can be called a treasure for those who practice calligraphy! This kind of achievement, even if it is put in the previous dynasty and ancient times, it can be called everyone!"

Practicing calligraphy should have charm, which has been the pursuit of those who have studied calligraphy since ancient times, not artificiality.

The text carries the Tao. It is the carrier of inheritance culture, wisdom and knowledge, the ancient sages and Confucians, who spent their lives to summarize the principles of heaven and earth, recorded in bamboo slips and paper, and passed on to future generations. When they put down the knife and put down the pen, they not only want to use words to describe the truth, but also want to integrate their perception of heaven, earth and people into the words, this perception and spirit are the charm of the words and the style and bones of the words.

Such as the eight-character ancient seal. It records a sage's perception of the fire of heaven and the fire of man, and zuihou even became a fine character!

Today's people practice calligraphy, mostly copying, first seeking its shape, and then step by step. However, there are only glyphs, but there is no surface, just like a dead creature, although it also has sinews and bones, skin and flesh. But there is no soul, just a dead corpse, which looks good at first glance, but it cannot be seen for a long time.

People who practice calligraphy. Only by injecting the perception of life, or the comprehension in the heart, into the words, into the charm. In order to be able to rise from skill to law.

It's easy to say, but it's so hard to do. There are very few people who can achieve the rhyme of the pen, and once they can rhyme in the words, they can be called calligraphers, and the words they write also have the qualifications to be passed on to future generations.

Such a word is worthy of a treasure word.

Calligraphy.

At this time, Zhang Zhen and Sun Wei, who had recovered from their trance and surprise, also came around.

Zhang Zhen is a person who knows calligraphy, and has many collections at home, but when he saw this calligraphy, he was as surprised as Sun Xingming, his eyes flashed, and he raised his hand to touch it, but he was afraid of getting dirty and wrinkled, and said in his mouth: "These words give me the feeling that they are like flesh and blood, especially when you wrote them just now, these words seem to come to life." ”

Sun Wei also nodded and said: "I feel the same way, and even feel that these words exude a warm breath and can warm the body...... Sun Wei's understanding of the way of calligraphy is not as profound as that of his father and Zhang Zhenjing, but he is also aware of the goodness of this character.

Qiu Yan's original words, he has also seen it, compared with the one in front of him, but there is a world of difference, it is obvious that he has entered the country quickly, and he has entered the house, and he will not be an unknown person in the future, and it will be of great benefit to the son of a Xu official to make friends with such a person.

However, because he was not immersed in the way of calligraphy too much, Sun Wei was able to appreciate and observe it more objectively.

As soon as he said this, he immediately reminded the other two, Sun Xingming and Zhang Zhen hurriedly looked at a few more words, comparing and confirming them with the calligraphy, inscriptions, and steles in their memory, but after recalling for a long time, they couldn't find the same place.

"Could it be...... This is a new genre?"

Thinking of this possibility, Sun Xingming and Zhang Zhen were startled one after another, and then reacted again.

"That's right, people who can write Shen Yun are integrating their own feelings into the words, expounding their own truths, and the glyphs have changed and become a new style, which is normal, but this is too meaningful......"

Just as the two of them were thinking about it, Sun Wei exclaimed: "Father, your body is ......"

"Huh?" Hearing this, Zhang Zhen also reacted, turned his head, looked at Sun Xingming beside him, and then exclaimed, "Uncle Sun, your illness is cured?"

As soon as he said this, Sun Xingming woke up like a dream, withdrew his gaze from the painting, and looked at himself.

At this time, Sun Xingming was standing by himself, and he had walked a few steps just now, but before Qiu Yan and others visited, Sun Xingming was infected by evil qi, not only skinny, but also weak limbs, and the slightest movement would cause colicy in the viscera, so he could only be supported and lifted by others, and when he got to one place, he lay motionless.

But now, he not only stood up, but also walked as usual, and even felt a trace of warmth in his legs and feet, although there was still a feeling of weakness, but the heavy feeling of being haunted by evil qi was gone.

"This, when did I stand up? The warmth in these limbs is like the ...... born when Qiu Gongzi was writing."

As soon as he said this, the eyes of several people in the room fell on Qiu Yan, who was sitting silently.

After Qiu Yan finished writing a column of words in one breath, he closed his eyes, as if he was recalling something, and now he noticed the eyes of several people, and only then did he open his eyes.

"Brother Xian, you ...... the word" Zhang Zhen pointed to the word, looked at Sun Xingming who got up, and stopped talking.

Naturally, this painting should be given to Mr. Sun. Qiu Yan stood up with a smile.

"Give me this word?" Sun Xingming heard this, and forgot to ask about physical problems, but hesitated a little, "This is not very good, just talking about words, it is already very precious, not to mention that there is a trick to practice calligraphy on it, which condenses the charm, as long as someone looks at it, you can understand the deep meaning of the way of calligraphy......"

"Trick?" Qiu Yan shook his head.

The list of words written on this paper is not only a calligraphy trick, but also a kind of exercise, which is a little spiritual light that Qiu Yan had in his soul just now, and the insights that evolved were recorded by him on paper.

This set of exercises has transcended the stage of writing and strengthening the soul, and when splashing ink to write, it can shake the muscles and bones, mobilize qi and blood, and thus polish the body.

This word can only be written when the soul is as one!

"Although it is only a prototype, but continue according to the current line of thought, improve the way of calligraphy, should be able to develop a kind of exercise that is both strong and spiritual, and even to zuihou, it is not impossible to write well, well, do you want to give this exercise a name?"

Just as Qiu Yan was thinking, Zhang Zhen turned his eyes and finally saw the servant of the Zhang family.

"Huh, Zhang An, when did you come?"

After this question, the servant named Zhang An woke up from the shock, ran to Qiu Yan in three steps and two steps, and said eagerly: "This son, go and save my master!"

"Zhang An, what are you doing?" Hearing this, Zhang Zhen chuckled in his heart, his previous attention was focused on the words, he didn't notice Zhang An coming in, and he didn't hear the words in the other party's mouth, but who Zhang An's master was, he still knew very well, "What's wrong with my father?"

"Young Master," Zhang An turned his head, his face anxious, "The old man has just relapsed, he fell to the ground, and his face was bruised, no matter how many doctors called, there was no response." ”

"What!?" Zhang Zhen's face changed, "Didn't you say that there was a young scholar who wrote to suppress evil spirit......s?"

"The little one doesn't know!" Zhang An cried with a sad face, and then pointed at Qiu Yan, "But the little one has seen that young man write sage, in terms of momentum and jiashi, he is far inferior to this son, if he lets this son make a move, maybe he can suppress the evil spirit." ”

"Virtuous nephew, it's important to save people, and I'll ask about other things later. Seeing that Zhang Zhen was a little flustered, Sun Xingming reminded him.

"Yes, yes!" Zhang Zhen came to his senses and looked at Qiu Yan.

"Without further ado, let's go. Qiu Yan didn't delay, saluted Sun Xingming, and left first, Zhang Zhen and Zhang An hurriedly followed.

Looking at the backs of several people leaving, Sun Wei also wanted to follow and deepen his friendship with Qiu Yan, but he was stopped by Sun Xing's name.

"Don't be in a hurry to go to Zhang's mansion, go to the yamen first, and inform the mansion of the affairs here," Sun Xingming said, glanced at the painting, and said with some pain, "In addition, bring this character with you." ”

..................

At this moment, Zhang's Mansion is still full of people, but compared with the previous hot situation, it seems a little chaotic now.

From time to time there were bursts of crying in the courtyard, and a servant from a different mansion came in and out, all with a sad face.

In the lobby of Zhang's house, Qi Jiulian's face was full of astonishment, he stood in front of the table, holding a pen in his hand, looking at the flow of people coming and going outside the door, his eyes were full of confusion.

The people who admired him before were now no longer paying attention to him, and occasionally someone walked by, also looking hurried.

On the table in front of Qi Jiulian, there were still a few words with ink that had not dried, and the pages were yellowed, exuding a rotten and gloomy atmosphere.

Suddenly, Qi Jiulian came to his senses, the confusion in his eyes was swept away, and his essence flickered.

"What a heavy evil spirit! It is so strong that it even overshadows the wishes of the people in the city! Even the charm in my words has been suppressed by Shengsheng!"

At this time, a riot suddenly broke out at the gate of Zhang's mansion.

In front of the door, Zhang Yu took a few servants to block Zhang Zhen's way, staring at Qiu Yan behind him, with a look of disgust: "Go, go! Evil words confuse the public, really I Zhang Mansion is so deceiving?" (to be continued......)

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