In a flash, eight days passed.

Last night, Jing Chen ate the last Kailing Pill, and when Zhang Daoran was practicing in the morning, Jing Chen had already gotten up and started practicing calligraphy.

Zhang Daoran finished his cultivation, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Jing Chen's face a little haggard standing not far away in a daze: "Dao Chief, I feel that the more I write, the more difficult it is to grasp, and I feel that the more I write, the more awkward it becomes, and the more unfluent it is......"

Standing up, Zhang Daoran didn't speak, walked to Jingchen's room, came to Jingchen's desk, looked at the mountains of calligraphy on the desk, Zhang Daoran picked up one casually, glanced at it with a little satisfaction in his eyes.

In the past few days, Jingchen has almost forgotten to sleep and eat, except for eating and sleeping, almost all of the time is spent on calligraphy. So much so that Jing Chen looks a lot haggard these days. Still, the progress of calligraphy is evident.

"The Spirit Pill did not open your spiritual vein, but it gave you a wisdom that ordinary people could hardly reach. Nowadays, calligraphy in general only lacks "gathering momentum" and cannot have its own style. Just take the font and calligraphy as far as you go, the domestic masters are far inferior to you......"

Zhang Daoran walked out of the room, Jing Chen was still in a daze, with a trace of confusion in his eyes.

"Broadly speaking, calligraphy refers to the rules of writing words and symbols. To put it simply, calligraphy refers to writing according to the characteristics of the text and its meaning, the meaning, structure and chapter of the font itself, so that the font that originally only expresses human language becomes an aesthetic work of art. Chinese calligraphy is beautiful, has a very strong art, with wordless poetry, without line of dance, without pictures of painting, silent music to say calligraphy is not an exaggeration. ”

Zhang Daoran came to Jingchen's side and continued: "So, if you want to write calligraphy well, you must first understand the meaning of each word you want to write, as well as the meaning you want to express......"

Jing Chen's face was even more dazed, and he stood under the peach tree and continued to be in a daze.

Zhang Daoran did not say that the artistic conception of calligraphy can only be understood but not spoken. If Jingchen passes this hurdle, he will be able to rank among the first-class calligraphers in China, and even surpass them. If you can't get past this hurdle, you can only stop there.

After more than half an hour, Jingchen turned around and returned to his room.

Zhang Daoran just glanced at Jing Chen and didn't bother him. Instead, he got up and came to the door of Jingchen's room.

Jing Chen returned to the room, spread out the rice paper, picked up the brush and walked like a cloud, and the brush danced on the rice paper. At first, Jing Chen was still writing normally, but suddenly Jing Chen's temperament changed, and an invisible, faint aura emanated from his body.

"It's time to gather momentum!"

Zhang Daoran's eyes lit up, Jingchen's gathering momentum was different, Jingchen himself expressed this gathering momentum very lightly, but the written font had a faint artistic conception. Even if this kind of gathering momentum is only a little bit, it has surpassed nine out of ten calligraphers in China.

Zhang Daoran turned around and left, returned to the peach tree, and read the Taoist scriptures.

It wasn't until ten o'clock in the afternoon that Jing Chen came out of the room. is still haggard, but his eyes are bright, and he has an indescribable temperament.

"Let's cook......"

Zhang Daoran said lightly, his eyes did not leave the Tao Sutra.

Jingchen nodded, entered the kitchen and started cooking. After a while, a strong aroma came from the kitchen. Zhang Daoran put down the Taoist scripture and sat down next to the stone table: "It's a pity, you're about to leave, and if you want to eat ready-made meals in the future, it's not so easy......"

Zhang Daoran's heart was even stronger about the idea of accepting a Taoist boy by his side: "If you have a Taoist child, you don't need to do these trivial things yourself, and the Taoist child can complete it." ”

"Dao Tong, ......" A wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "In contemporary society, there are countless only children, who wants their children to become monks?

After a while, Jing Chen walked out with the food, Jing Chen was obviously absent-minded, and seemed to be still immersed in the feeling just now. Zhang Daoran ate by himself, and Jingchen ate every bite.

Wiping his mouth, Zhang Daoran stood up: "After eating, pack up and go down the mountain, just go directly to Fang's house in the provincial capital." I promised them that you would go and help the Fang family write an invitation, this is your chance......"

The Fang family is an upper-class socialite in the provincial capital, and the invitation will naturally not be an ordinary person. Jingchen helped write the invitation, and these celebrities saw Jingchen's calligraphy, and for Jingchen, they could be famous in the provincial capital.

"Dao Chief... I ......"

Jing Chen was taken aback, now he felt that his calligraphy was not yet mature, lacking heat, and there was still a big gap compared with Zhang Daoran's. Now let him go down the mountain, Jingchen felt aggrieved in his heart: "Did I do something wrong?"

"You didn't do anything wrong, you've been doing well these days, I'm satisfied. Now that your calligraphy climate is in place, staying here won't help you, you should go down. ”

The artistic conception of "gathering potential" can only be felt by others, and cannot be felt by oneself. Therefore, now Jingchen does not know that he has become one of the first-class calligraphers in China. Instead, he held his own calligraphy and Zhang Daoran's appearance, and naturally felt that his calligraphy was not mature. Zhang Daoran's calligraphy, in its own sense, was given by the "Huang Ting Jing", inheriting Wang Xizhi, but because of Zhang Daoran's cultivation, the calligraphy artistic conception has surpassed this predecessor.

Compared with Zhang Daoran's calligraphy, Jingchen naturally feels that he has great shortcomings.

"The climate has come?"

Jing Chen smiled bitterly: "Why didn't I feel it?"

Jingchen was a thousand unwilling, ten thousand unwilling, at this time Zhang Daoran had already turned around and left, knowing that Zhang Daoran's words could not be disobeyed, he hastily ate lunch and turned back to his room.

He didn't bring anything else, just brought his own change of clothes, Jingchen walked out of the room and came to Zhang Daoran's door: "Dao Chief, I'm leaving......"

Jing Chen stood in front of the door for a long time without responding, and left with a somewhat gloomy face.

"Dalong, I'm leaving, I'll come back to see you when I'm free......"

Touching Dalong's head, Jing Chen walked out of the Taoist temple and went down the mountain.

"Hiss ......"

Dalong climbed out of the Taoist temple, cocked his head and watched Jing Chen's figure disappear around the corner, as if he was a little reluctant.

Since Jingchen went up the mountain, Dalong is like finding a daddy, and Jingchen, who eats and drinks, has never forgotten Dalong. So much so that during this time, Dalong had some intimacy with Jingchen.

In the room, Zhang Daoran watched Jingchen leave through the window, standing in front of the window speechless for a long time. I don't know if it's reluctant, Zhang Daoran smiled after a long time: "This time, marriage fame and fortune are both harvested, although Jingchen uses you to gain luck, but it also makes you change your fate, speaking of which the poor Dao still suffers......"

Suddenly, Zhang Daoran's eyes froze, and several familiar figures walked into the Taoist temple at this time.

"Dao Chief, Living Immortal, are you there?"