Looking at the handwriting on the paper, Zhong Yue nodded, "How many years have you copied it?"

Qin Bin, who came of age for another year, put down his pen and said: "I have studied for four years, and I have not written much in the last two years, but I used to write better." ”

Zhong Yue nodded and said, "But I have learned the form, and I have not learned the essence of the pen that Lao Zhu has learned in his later years. You see these elongated strokes of yours, these are all drawn from the Han Dynasty, so you are all sick brushes. ”

"Hush. My mom hired a professional calligraphy teacher to teach me, you know what. ”

Zhong Yue chuckled and said, "Although I haven't been to Zhu Suiliang's calligraphy, I can understand his muscles and bones. ”

"Nonsense, I don't believe it. ”

"Don't believe it? ”

Qin Bin handed the brush to Zhong Yue.

Zhong Yue lifted the pen, and now the nine potentials of the gods are gradually perfected, and he can see the muscles and bones of each stroke when he looks at the words, that is, the penmanship of the pen, which is a rebellious way of writing from the word, which is impossible for ordinary people to do.

"What do you think?"

Qin Bin looked at the word "Da Tang" written on the paper, it was indeed much better than the words he copied, he originally thought that Zhong Yue taught him calligraphy was just a joke or a pretext, and Qin Hai sent him to monitor him, but now it seems that this guy still has two more moments.

"Not bad. ”

Zhong Yue saw that this kid was still a little unconvinced, handed him the pen, and said, "You hold the pen." ”

"What?"

"Just take it. ”

Qin Bin frowned, "Then you should let go." ”

Zhong Yue didn't give the pen to Gu Qin completely, he pinched the upper end of the pen and said, "I want to teach you what it means to feel the muscles and bones of calligraphy." You now sit up straight. ”

Qin Bin was a little puzzled, but now he was holding the lower half of the pen, but Zhong Yue grabbed the pen shaft on it.

"You ......"

"Don't be noisy, now relax your body, feel the power I transmit to you from the pen, you don't resist, you have to guide it. ”

Zhong Yue slowly released Mo Yun and entered Qin Bin's body.

Originally, he felt that Zhong Yue's divine spirit was chattering behind Qin Bin, who was talking nonsense, and he felt a slight tingling pain in his hand.

"You ......"

Unlike Fu Guoqiang, Zhong Yue's treatment of Qin Bin is not just as simple as relaxing his muscles and activating his nerves, because Zhong Yue doesn't know where Qin Bin's reason for not being able to stand up is.

"Don't be nervous, relax, nothing will happen. ”

Feeling the tremor from the pen disappear, Zhong Yue slowly infiltrated Qin Bin's body with ink rhyme.

Due to Qin Bin's perennial sedentary lifestyle, Zhong Yue found it difficult to enter Qin Bin's body with ink rhyme this time. It's not like Fu Guoqiang's body that has been exercising all year round, only the shoulder is seriously strained.

Mo Yun is deep, Fu Guoqiang is because of the strain on his shoulder, so Zhong Yue can easily comb his blocked meridians to relieve the pain in his shoulder, but Qin Bin can't walk, it may be a leg, it may be a spine or even a brain problem, these Zhong Yue are unknown. If it is said that the body that exercises all year round, Zhong Yue may be able to find the key to the problem, but now Qin Bin's physical condition is very bad, so now Zhong Yue has no way to start, so he can only come step by step.

He only entered from Qin Bin's hand this time, because Qin Bin needed to move the wheelchair with his hands, so the joints on his fingers often moved, so there was no resistance.

It wasn't until Qin Bin's back that Zhong Yue felt that it was difficult for Mo Yun to go deep smoothly. Especially those bruises, although Zhong Yue didn't know what these were, it was very difficult for Mo Yun to pass through them, and Zhong Yue didn't dare to move rashly.

When Zhong Yue withdrew the ink rhyme, the hand holding the pen was covered with sweat, and most of the rice paper was wet along the pen.

"Teacher...... You ......"

Zhong Yue picked up the tissue on the side and wiped the sweat all over his face.

"Is this an internal force?"

Zhong Yue looked at Qin Bin and threw the tissue into the trash can on the side, "If you think so, that's it." I'll rest for a while, you practice calligraphy, the wet one is thrown away, and a new piece of paper is changed. ”

"Don't worry, I won't tell Qin Hai. ”

Zhong Yue smiled and looked at the scenery outside the window, "You have to exercise more......

Qin Bin looked at the back figure standing at the window, after the special feeling just now, he felt more and more the mystery surrounding Zhong Yue's body, "I look like a ghost, how can I still exercise?"

"That's not my business, it's not enough for me to come twice a week and teach you how to practice. ”

The pen Qin Bin was holding trembled, he understood what Zhong Yue meant by this, pursed his lips, and said, "Thank you." ”

"Let's practice calligraphy. ”

After an hour, Zhong Yue felt that the sweat on his body was gradually drying out, and when he saw that there were two more written words on the table, he said, "That's all for today, I'll come back next time." ”

"Good. ”

Zhong Yue walked out of the room and didn't see Qin Hai, until he walked downstairs, he saw an anxious Qin Hai waiting in front of the elevator, "How is it?

Zhong Yue said very calmly: "Old Qin, I said it, I just taught him calligraphy. He didn't want to treat this matter as a cure, because no matter what, Zhong Yue would not go too far to take this path of hanging pots to help the world.

"Zhong Yue, I think you should understand that if you just teach calligraphy, I don't have to. ”

"If you have time, care more about Xiaobin. ”

Qin Hai frowned and said, "Concern? Am I not caring enough about him?" But he doesn't appreciate it at all, and now he doesn't even want to see me, what do you want me to do?"

"It's not that I'm telling you to do it, it's that you should ask yourself, what to do? What he's struggling with, you should know. ”

Qin Hai sighed, "Okay, I'll send you down." ”

Zhong Yue walked downstairs and was about to leave, when he suddenly saw the four screens hanging on the side of the bookshelf and asked, "Old Qin, ...... this word?"

"Oh, it's a fake. I don't know who wrote it. ”

Zhong Yue walked in, saw the ink of the pen walking the dragon and snake, imitated his fingers back and forth in the palm of his hand, and said, "Old Qin, you should have a lot of crazy cursive calligraphy works, right?"

"This ...... I haven't counted them, but there should be hundreds. ”

"Next time, can I borrow a look?"

Qin Hai frowned, Qin Bin's legs before, looking at Zhong Yue's meaning, didn't seem to want to help, but when it came to the collection, Zhong Yue seemed to be pasted up, and said it so generously.

"Okay......" Qin Hai now has a request for Zhong Yue, so he can only agree, and it is not a big deal to show Zhong Yue that little cursive collection.

Zhong Yue walked out of Yongxin and took a deep breath, "There is a hard time." ”

At the beginning, why didn't he have such a mentality, seeking this glimmer of life for Huang Youwei.