Seeing this, Li Hansha's heart suddenly tightened, and his breathing suddenly became difficult.

Lifting the pen and pressing it on the inkstone, the positive and negative Tai Chi turned in a circle, stirred Xu Luoxi's tears and ink together, and while he was drunk, he completely let go of himself and splashed ink.

Press the paper with a heavy stroke, and start with a little bit!

Yonghe is nine years old, and he is ugly......

In Li Hansha's subdued and frustrated cheers, one word after another blossomed in his pen.

Hook and pick, force through the back of the paper, it seems to be crazy, but it is natural and elegant, and it is extremely chic.

When Tang Tian'er showed Li Hansha's words on the live broadcast closely, everyone was shocked.

Those who know calligraphy are worshiped as gods!

This word...... Integrating the calligraphy of the sage and the cursive writing of the grass sage, the words of the dragon and snake are taken by the pen, which is very beautiful to look at alone, and it is more meaningful to look at it when it is connected.

in the world.

They don't understand the profundity of Chinese calligraphy and the beauty of Chinese characters, and they won't understand it if they haven't been exposed to Chinese culture.

In the world, calligraphy is the only thing written in Chinese characters!

Have you ever seen calligraphy appear in other countries?

No!

Even if it is an island country, the calligraphy they respect is still used in Chinese characters!

This is especially true in countries such as Goryeo.

Harada Ai, the beloved disciple of the island calligraphy master Yanagida, once left the four characters 'Guotai Min'an' in Mount Tai in China!

Her calligraphy attainments are very profound, and when she came to China this time, she did not believe that Chinese young talents could surpass her in calligraphy.

With the guidance of a famous teacher, Harada Ai has copied the true handwriting of Song Huizong since he was a child, and practiced the thin gold calligraphy that has reached the peak of his life!

Thin gold calligraphy, tall and beautiful, elegant and sharp, there is a sharp edge, even the air of the emperor!

The extremely confident Harada Ai, before she made a move, saw Li Hansha's words, her complexion changed instantly, and then she flushed, her breathing was not smooth, her brain was dizzy, and she fell to the ground.

At this time, Li Hansha had already fallen into the realm of forgetting things and me, like a book saint possessed, every word came out, Jiang Lan was shocked, and Xu Luoxi, who was grinding ink, was even more beautiful.

Those who know calligraphy know what the words in front of you represent.

If you don't know calligraphy, it doesn't matter, it doesn't hinder the beauty they feel from this calligraphy and painting, as well as the artistic conception of flowing clouds and water!

"Oh my God, what did he write? I don't know a word, why do I feel like I can't say it?"

"The first book in the world, Lan Tingxu!"

"I don't know the magic of Chinese characters, why do I think it's so beautiful, like a painting?"

"Not just a painting, every word is a painting, you see, some of these words are like geese, some are like galloping horses, some are like fish swimming in the water, the lion of the grassland, oh my God, every word can correspond to the natural world!"

"That's true, it's amazing, I want to learn kanji!"

"Hahaha, this is our ancient Chinese characters, our Chinese characters are mainly divided into pictographs, ideographic characters and morphophonetic characters, every word is like a painting is not strange!"

"What an eye-opener!"

"I have never felt that Chinese characters are so beautiful!"

"So, why not popularize Chinese characters so that we can write calligraphy all over the world. ”

"Give up, although Chinese characters are magical, they are too difficult, and they are still simple in the international common language. ”

"No, no, no, how can I know the difficulty of everything and retreat? I always firmly believe that the more difficult it is to learn, the more advanced it is, and no one can stop me from learning Chinese characters!"

A book is about to be completed, Li Hansha, who was drunk, was stunned for a moment, and wrote the last sentence directly with a pen.

Those who read it later will already be impressed by Sven.

His body shook, he seemed to be unsteady, he calmed down, put down his pen, and looked at Lan Tingxu in front of him, Li Hansha couldn't believe it, this was written by him.

I'm afraid that the rebirth of the book saint is nothing more than that, right? Before he could be happy, his mood instantly fell.

Xu Luoxi is leaving, leaving him!

Li Hansha endured the pain of parting, rolled up the painting, held it in front of Xu Luoxi with both hands, and was silent.

"Silly brother...... Thank you...... Don't cry...... I'll wait for you!"

After taking the scroll, Xu Luoxi stepped on Li Hansha's lips and kissed them gently, and between the lips, they were all so cold!

Turned around ruthlessly, and under the escort of the two men in black, he staggered away.

Looking at the figure of Yiren leaving, until he could no longer see it, Li Hansha still watched without blinking, until a certain moment, his body shook, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Chu Xiu was shocked and hurriedly held him up.

Li Fu in the crowd sighed lightly, came out of the crowd, sang verses, and matched his dress, as a true fairy and a fairy.

"Rootless trees, flowers are secluded, greedy for glory when will it take off, floating things, bitter sea boats, floating around and not free. Boundless and shoreless, it is difficult to moor, often swim in the fish and dragon danger, willing to turn back, is free, don't wait for the storm to break the boat. ”

Li Hansha, who was in a state of despair, trembled for a while, and looked at him with teary eyes, a shabby Taoist priest walked towards him.

The person who came was dressed in green clothes, with a timeless face, and a black and white bun, inserted with a wooden hairpin, like a lone crane and a lonely pine.

Grandfather!

Li Hansha screamed in grief and fell to his knees.

"Things in the world, you can ask for them, you can't force them, I hurt you!" Li Fu touched Li Hansha's head.

"No, it's the grandson who is useless!"

Li Fu helped Li Hansha up: "You are already very good, and what you have done today has greatly exceeded my expectations for you." ”

When he looked at Chu Xiu, Chu Xiu saluted respectfully: "Hello Grandpa Li!"

"You're good too!" Li Fu nodded.

"Grandpa, why are you here?"

"Your teacher and a few old friends from Xinglin came to visit, and they came with them, and I took a look at you by the way. ”

Li Hansha was grateful in his heart, knowing that he had told the teacher his grandfather's address to them, disturbing his Qing Xiu, and constantly blamed himself for his satisfaction, and even came to visit him.

"I won all of them, grandpa has something to like, grandpa will give you ......"

Li Fu looked around, pointed a little at Qian Kailu, Qian Kailu came to him with a gold body and a silver fart, and greeted him respectfully.

Li Fu beckoned and called Mo Lao and Ivy League several old Chinese medicine doctors.

"The gold body and silver man's acupuncture and moxibustion skills in the Chinese medicine world are of great importance, and I will leave it to you today, my grandson has his own things to do......"

Needle King Ba Zehe hurriedly said: "Senior, don't worry, we understand what you mean!"

Li Fu turned to look at Li Hansha, his eyes were full of doting: "Immortals have no way to cross people, they need to cross by themselves, your business, you can do it yourself." ”

patted Li Hansha's hand holding the placket tightly: "I'm going to travel all over the world, you don't have to look for me, you and my grandfather and grandson will meet when we should meet!"

With that, he turned and left.

Chu Xiu hurried a few steps and saluted respectfully: "Grandpa Li, I want to know, does the cultivation path have to be 'Dusty'?"

Li Fu looked at Chu Xiu, who was beautiful in Zhong Lingyu, and his eyes showed a look of satisfaction, and his voice came from the wind.

"Not necessarily, each has its own way, or what you let go of is what you think is abandoned, and what is reborn is another kind of Taoism, the painting you painted is very good, and it is also a kind of Tao!"

(End of chapter)