The next day, the sky was slightly bright, and Feng Xiangtian came to the grass house early. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

From afar, Feng Xiangtian saw Chu Xiwu sitting under the plane tree on the top of the mountain, while Chen Han was sitting on the big stone by the waterhole formed by the top of the mountain, motionless, towering like a rock.

I don't know why, every time Feng Xiangtian sees this uncle, who is known as the No. 1 joke in the village, there is always a kind of indescribable weirdness, just like a dragon trapped in the shallows, even if it can't set off the wind and waves, it is definitely not to be underestimated.

Is this person really a person who has been stuck on the threshold of the sixth to seventh orders and stuck for a hundred years?

"Uncle Shi. Feng Xiangtian saluted respectfully.

Feng Xiangtian himself talks about demeanor, etiquette, and also likes elegant things such as piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and it just so happens that only Chen Han is quite accomplished in the entire Zhuangzi, so he has not been guided by Chen Han in the past, so for Chen Han, this etiquette is still solid.

"Coming?" Chen Hantou didn't reply.

"A few days ago, when I went down the mountain, I accidentally got a Shuanglong inkstone to give to my uncle. Feng Xiangtian stepped forward as he spoke, and took out an inkstone that was delicately carved with the two dragons entwined and coiled.

Chen Han turned around, stood up, took the inkstone from Feng Xiangtian's hand, measured it carefully, took water and studied ink, and as the ink strip slowly swam on the inkstone, a little ink spread.

At the same time, the two dragons on the left and right ears of the inkstone also began to get up and roll at this moment, turning over the river and the sea in the inkstone pond, and were submerged by the ink pushed in a little bit, and the two vivid ink dragons appeared.

Chen Han couldn't help sighing: "Good ink, good inkstone, with the power of ordinary people, it can achieve such a ghostly work." ”

Chen Han said, handed the inkstone back to Feng Xiangtian, and said, "This inkstone is too valuable, you should keep it." ”

Feng Xiangtian shook the folding fan in his hand and said with a smile: "Uncle Shi said that he laughed, although Xiangtian boasted of his elegance, but he also felt that he was not worthy of this inkstone.

Chen Han's eyes raised slightly, looked at Feng Xiangtian and smiled, "It's to see that kid." ”

Feng Xiangtian showed a slightly embarrassed look before he smiled: "I won't hide it from Uncle Shi, I did come to see how Xi Wu's cultivation is." ”

"Can't believe me?" Chen Han smiled, but his words were ruthless.

Feng Xiangtian smiled "haha", and then said: "It's not that I can't believe it, it's just that my uncle's teaching method ......."

Chen Han smiled and didn't say anything, just walked into the grass house with Feng Xiangtian, took out a scroll from the flower tube next to the desk, handed it to Feng Xiangtian, and said, "Take a look." ”

Feng Xiangtian took the scroll and unfolded it slowly, he couldn't help but show a look of surprise, and sighed: "What a picture of "Ancient Wood Chuiluo"!"

I saw that the peaks and cliffs in the picture are towering between the clouds, the deep curve of the mountain at the foot of the mountain, the pine and cypress bushes, the clear stream splashing between the gravel, the water potential is turbulent, the place where the stream turns, the flat spread shallow, and the reeds are verdant and delicate. The whole painting is rigorous, the brush and ink are calm, the method is simple and thick, and the trees, vine branches, and reeds are fine and sharp with the tip of the brush, and the style is delicate and vivid.

In the upper right corner of the scroll, there is a vertical inscription of self-knowledge: put the pen vine flower into the inkstone pond, and move the stone at night to know the clouds. Kaixuan hangs the shadow of the South Mountain, why bother with the east fence when the chrysanthemum.

These 28 characters are mottled and clumsy, the letter pen is vertical and horizontal, and the letter pen is covered with a bald and dry edge; its knotted body, introverted and accumulated, and the circle and rotation reflect each other. Its chapters, the pen is broken, scattered like stars, and looks forward to lingering.

Throughout the article, there is not only the elegant charm of sparse and sparse, but also the self-imposed atmosphere.

"Good painting, good calligraphy!" Feng Xiangtian asked himself if he had worked calligraphy and painting, but compared to Chen Hanlai, it was still too far behind.

"As long as you're willing to take the time and bother, you can do it. Chen Han said with a smile.

Feng Xiangtian smiled, shook his head and said, "I don't have the talent of my uncle.

"Talent?" Chen Han twisted his beard and smiled self-deprecatingly, "Look at my uncle, I was known as the first person of the same generation in Zhuang back then......" The meaning of the words has been overflowing.

Feng Xiangtian was also stunned in disbelief when he saw that Chen Han was making fun of himself like this, of course he knew that Chen Han couldn't be unaware of what Zhuang was talking about Chen Han, but he didn't expect Chen Han to say it so openly.

"Uncle Shi, you ......" Feng Xiangtian pondered for a moment and said.

Chen Han waved his hand and said, "I don't care, and you don't have to care." I just want to tell you that things like aptitude and talent are all illusory, but they can determine how fast a person can run, and they can't decide how far they can go. ”

Feng Xiangtian nodded.

"Xi Wu's child is different from other children, maybe other people can't accept him, but I like it very much. Chen Han poured a cup of tea and handed it to Feng Xiangtian.

Feng Xiangtian took the tea and took a sip.

Chen Han's tea grade is far inferior to the silver needles used in the village, but drinking it makes Feng Xiangtian feel mellow and far above the silver needles.

Feng Xiangtian also knew that this matter was not in the tea leaves, but in the people who made the tea.

After all, this is the tea made by the most elegant person in the village, how can it be bad.

"So don't worry, I'll teach him well. Chen Han said.

Feng Xiangtian took another sip of tea and pondered for a moment before saying, "Since Uncle Shi said so, then I will rest assured." ”

Chen Han said: "What will happen in three years is basically decided now, right?"

Feng Xiangtian was stunned for a moment and did not answer.

This incident did make him feel a little unhappy.

It's just that he doesn't know what Chen Han means by saying this at this time, is he trying to fight for Chu Xiwu?

But there are only two places in total, one for Jiang Rong and one for Chu Xiwu, so the Feng family is really selfless.

"The two children of Qiwu and Yinli are the most suitable candidates, and Jiang Rong is really not suitable. Chen Han said, but shook his head again, and said, "But I'm just talking about it, how to distribute it depends on the owner's intentions." ”

Feng Xiangtian didn't expect Chen Han to say this, and he was stunned for a moment before he smiled with relief and said, "Yes, listen to the eldest brother." ”

Feng Xiangtian talked with Chen Han about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting for a while, and when he looked up, he saw that the West was already dark, and he knew that it was not too late, so he smiled and said: "Uncle Shi, it's not too early, I'll leave first." ”

Chen Han sent Feng Xiangtian out of the grassland, only then did he look back at Chu Feng under the plane tree, nodded with a smile, and jumped behind Chu Feng.

This kid, since he was in meditation for him last night, has been in the fugue for nearly a day, and I don't know how he did it.

The length of time is not too important.

The function of meditation is to refresh the monk's spirit and free him from the shackles of the world.

Some people take a long time to do it, and some people can do it quickly, which is directly related to a person's understanding, and has little to do with the root bone qualification.

Chu Feng has not been awake for a day, so it can only be said that his comprehension is indeed a little surprisingly poor.

If you change to an ordinary master, you may indeed think so, but unfortunately it is Chen Han who is standing behind Chu Feng at this moment.

What Chen Han saw was not a question of Chu Feng's understanding, but Chu Feng sitting here, merging into heaven and earth.

Because by Chu Feng's side, in the snowdrift, there is a tender green sprout.

Chen Han looked at the touch of greenery and couldn't help but smile.

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