"In the end, I still don't know it..."Hu Sheng said with a regretful face, looked at the sky and said regretfully: "Originally, I wanted that little Taoist priest to know that there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the sky, even if I saw my little granddaughter's words, there was no wavering..."

The side has been silent, and the driver who was in charge of driving just now said silently.

"Boss, not everyone can understand you..."

Hu Sheng patted the driver's shoulder and shook his head.

"Xiao Fang, you don't understand, in this world, there are always a few talented and talented people, and the little Taoist is a talented and talented person, and it is the most pity to waste this talent and talent. ”

The driver of Xiaofang was dumbfounded for a while, and said no more, he couldn't understand Hu Sheng's idea of being overwhelmed by the cold, and then hesitated: "I'm sorry boss, I only know how to have a hot kang head for my wife and children, and I can have a perfect day by drinking and chatting with my friends every day when I get off work..."

Hu Sheng didn't speak, just came to the backyard, looked at the smooth stone wall of the back mountain, and said: "How to say, even if you go down alone, it doesn't matter, there are no friends who can communicate with each other, no one can talk to me on an equal footing, I... I'd love to go back to my student days, at least in those years, when I could still have a few friends. ”

At this time, Hu Sheng closed his eyes and recalled the past, it was the college days, everyone was in high spirits, and scolded Fang Xuan, just when his classmates were young.

There is no so-called talent, no fame and fortune, only brothers who sleep on the top bunk.

"I can't go back, and even if I can come back, my time is running out..."

The driver didn't speak, just listened quietly to Hu Sheng's words.

"I was thinking, if I could take in an apprentice and give him the name of my [Lonely Calligrapher], would I be free?

At this moment, Hu Xiaoice and Li Yun also came to the backyard.

The white Taoist robe, fluttering in the wind, looked at the bare stone wall with Hu Sheng.

"Thank you for your hospitality. Li Yun said.

"Haha, I really want to thank me for being my apprentice. Hu Sheng said half-jokingly.

"Layman, your interest is really high, it's just that Poor Dao just said that Poor Dao has only one master," Li Yun paused, and then said, "Besides, your words are not good." ”

My words are bad?

Hu Sheng was stunned, Hu Xiaoice was stunned, and Xiao Fang was also stunned.

No one has ever said that his handwriting is bad.

"Little Taoist, you can eat things indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense. Hu Xiaoice couldn't help but say: "My grandfather's words may not be the most perfect in this world, but you can't say that this tone is a little bigger." ”

Hu Sheng did not speak, and his attitude was exactly the same as Hu Xiaoice, this word may be imperfect, but it is definitely second to none.

"Among my many achievements, my favorite is calligraphy and painting, and I have never conceded defeat in this regard. Hu Sheng shook his head, it doesn't matter if Wen Wuyi is the first Wu Wudi, but if he doesn't say anything bad, he wants to accept you as an apprentice because he obviously appreciates you, but your attitude is not interesting enough, and then said: "So little Taoist, have you ever seen the so-called [good] word? Can you open my eyes to the old man?"

"Get calligraphy, cultivate the body and mind, calligraphy expresses people, lay people, your words, expresses arrogance, but this arrogance is only the meaning of the poem itself, behind the calligraphy, what is hidden is a lonely old man for the so-called face, the pain left by himself. Li Yun didn't care about Hu Sheng's scorching gaze, and said with a slight smile: "Therefore, the words of the layman are not good, there is no so-called arrogance, there is no so-called high place is unbearable, and the rest is only indescribable pain..."

Li Yun pointed to the words hanging on the top in the living room-

Linjiang Immortal, the rolling Yangtze River East passing water, the true works of the old man Hu Sheng, the proud emotions contained in it gushed out... However, under this proud emotion, there is an awkward loneliness - yes, Li Yun guessed it.

"You... Do you see that?" Hu Sheng said with a wry smile.

Li Yun smiled indifferently on his face, but he already knew it in his heart...

"So, what kind of calligraphy do you think is good calligraphy? Can you open the eyes of this old man? Hu Sheng was not angry when he was poked, but asked Li Yun instead.

"The calligraphy of the poor Tao may be on the table, at least, a little better than the calligraphy of the layman. Li Yun said confidently.

Most afraid that the air will suddenly be quiet, Hu Xiaoice looks confused, now she just wants to say that famous line, she has never seen such a brazen person...

As the saying goes, there is no first martial arts and no second, not to mention that he is still a junior, and he dares to shout in front of a real master...

"I've never seen anything like this..." Hu Xiaoice couldn't help it.

However, Hu Sheng did not get angry, but said: "The quality of the work cannot be described by whether it is famous or not. ”

Hu Xiaoice was dumbfounded for a while, indeed, many of the paintings in the room are the works of unknown people, and even many are still studying in school, but Hu Sheng still put their works together with the works of the so-called masters, which is a kind of appreciation, a kind of recognition.

"However, the words that the little Taoist chief wrote on the yellow paper are not as good as the old man, do you still have any real skills that you haven't taken out?" Hu Sheng said with a smile, but in his heart, he felt that Li Yun was indeed a little anxious, and he was not really chic...

It can be seen from the mantra on the yellow paper that Li Yun's calligraphy skills are only beginners at best, and he is still a very unfamiliar kind of beginner.

If you have a form and a god, it is a good word.

"Layman, your tea is very delicious, for the sake of this tea, I will tell you. Li Yun gently looked at the bare mountain wall in front of him and smiled: "The so-called calligraphy is the same as life, if you are too rigid about one point, you are really stupid..."

"You... Wait, when did you bring it in!" Hu Xiaoice just wanted to say something, but saw an extra sword on Li Yun's right hand.

The three-foot green edge, extremely sharp, reflecting the sunlight can almost pierce the eyes of blind people...

Xiao Fang suddenly became vigilant, looked at Li Yun holding the murder weapon in front of him, and protected Hu Xiaoice and Hu Sheng in one step.

Hu Sheng was also stunned, they came by car together just now, and they didn't see a sword, where is this sword hidden?

"Chief, you're... What do you mean?"

Li Yun smiled slightly, looked at the heart in his hand, poured the remaining tea on it, and looked at the bare mountain wall in front of him.

"The pen of the poor road, the paper of the poor road, the ink of the poor road. ”

Tea as ink, mountains as paper...

With the sword as a pen –