"You can't rush, it's just the beginning. But at this moment, Wang Hong's face suddenly showed a sinister smile, even if it was said that the inkstone turtle had been weathered, but he still felt a sudden tremor in his heart, as if something bad was about to happen.

But in fact, it was so fast, because at this moment, Wang Hong had already made a move, and as soon as he threw his hands, the inkstone turtle in his hand had already flown into the sky, but when it reached the highest point, it was sent out that the powerful gravitational force of your A Yigu dragged it downward.

The scene at this moment is as if Wang Hong is playing with a ball, constantly repeating up and down, up and down, this regular action, but this "ball" is a little peculiar, after all, looking at it from a distance, this is a turtle.

This rollercoaster-like energy lasted for ten minutes, and Wang Hong nodded slowly, thinking secretly: "Now this time should be about the same, and then see if you are still obedient." ”

Then a dodge had already taken the inkstone turtle in his hand, or put it on the desk, and he could find that after such a long time, this action was undoubtedly quite a huge blow to the weak mind of the inkstone turtle.

At this moment, both eyes were constantly turning there, their tongues were even sticking out, and their four legs barely supported their bodies, but they could only fall down helplessly because of their dizziness.

All in all, in the thoughts of the Yan Turtle at this moment, there is basically only one thought in his mind: "Who am I? What did I just do? Why do I have a feeling of wanting to vomit?"

After Wang Hong saw the inkstone turtle in such a situation, he smiled quite unkindly, he had heard of motion sickness, seasickness, and plane sickness, but he really didn't expect that there would be a faint one, so he immediately opened his curious eyes and carefully looked at the little guy in front of him.

Although the previous feeling was quite uncomfortable, the inkstone turtle was worthy of being a magical turtle, and after a period of time, it finally returned to normal, but at this time, Wang Hong's head had suddenly stretched out, and then because of the fear in his heart, he immediately retreated again and again.

"Well, little one, I shouldn't be fussy now, otherwise I still have a lot of games here. Immediately afterwards, Wang Hong finally spoke, but the terrifying situation in these words still made Yan Turtle's heart full of collapse.

What are you kidding, just the first attempt has already made it a turtle or a turtle, a ghost or a ghost, if there are other tricks, how terrifying it will be in the end, and I don't even dare to imagine at all, the inkstone turtle is trembling all over at this moment.

Then in Wang Hong's stunned situation, it seemed that he had adjusted from static to sixth gear in an instant, and quickly came to the front of the ink block, and without any hesitation, he had already put it into his ink pool.

As an inkstone turtle, he was born with an instinct to grind ink, so basically when the ink block was just on his turtle's back, it had already metamorphosed into ink, and the air was filled with a fragrance of ink.

And what surprised Wang Hong was that the ink developed by the inkstone turtle seemed to be more uniform and thorough, and it looked extremely black, as if it had been upgraded by one or two grades, which was really surprising.

It's just that after the inkstone turtle who finished his work saw Wang Hong's expression, his little eyes were full of disdain: "Just such a little ink makes you like this, it's really a dirt bun." ”

Of course, the inkstone turtle is still cautious in this way, after all, it doesn't want to re-experience that extraordinary feeling later, it is just a turtle and not a bird, and now An Ansheng is good enough.

Wang Hong didn't notice the performance of the inkstone turtle at this moment, after all, all his attention was not in this aspect at all, and now he had lifted the brush, carefully dipped some ink and began to write.

Because it is the first time to use it, Wang Hong has consciously started to lift the pen without using his talent, and every stroke can be called the pinnacle of what he can achieve, which is called a horizontal and vertical.

It's just that although every stroke is quite perfect, when it is integrated into a word, it is really a little unsightly, even if Wang Hong sees it himself, he can clearly see the kind of red shame on his face.

As for the inkstone turtle on the other side, it was obvious that he was also paying attention to Wang Hong's actions, and when he saw this word, no matter how much he wanted to be patient, the inkstone turtle still wanted to say that it was the first time in his life that he had seen such an ugly handwriting.

Wang Hong himself is quite clear about this shortcoming, so after being ridiculed at this moment, he just glared at him viciously, and did not make any other moves, after all, this is still a fact.

Brush words can be called the essence of Chinese culture, the so-called words are like their people, but time has progressed to the present, there are still quite few people who really understand brush words, as for Wang Hong, this can barely be regarded as a ghost painting.

Fortunately, after some shame, Wang Hong finally said that his psychological situation had been adjusted, at least at this moment, his face looked a lot more solemn, and he could no longer see the slightest other expression.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Hong began to practice for the second time, but this time there was a completely different charm in the air, and his gestures were full of elegance, as if he had a strong bookish atmosphere.

Lifting the pen and writing can be called in one go, and even after the final pen, Wang Hong still has this faint sense of loss in his heart, after all, this time it is too smooth, and that kind of experience is intoxicating.

When you turn your head, you can see that the white paper on the desk has four big words written "Tranquility Zhiyuan", each word can be called extremely wonderful, the pen is powerful but not too fierce and sharp.

The words are like their people, and what is revealed in these words is an indifferent attitude to life, as if they do not like things and do not feel sad about themselves, which perfectly fits these four words together, because the spiritual will is connected to each other, this word can be called a master-level work.

What's more, when writing a few words, Wang Hong has already used his talent in the palace, so after the final completion, even a faint white light can be seen above the font, and although the white paper is ordinary, but just such a piece of paper, at least fifty catties, is more than enough to take it to the town.