It was already midnight when he returned to the villa in Lake X, and Qi Lao had already rested. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Lying on the bed, the two diamond-shaped darts that he saw during the day kept coming to his mind, and Old Man Xu's words seemed to be still in his ears, Dongying, ninja······ It's all about whatever! It seemed that there was a group of villains fighting in my mind, and they just refused to sleep, so I simply got up and went to the study with my clothes on.

There is also a pair of words written by Qi Laogang in the room:

On the Bijiang River, why is spring delayed. In the deepest part of Tinghua, I found mandarin ducks.

The fisherman is carefree, and so is the narcissus. Sleeping by the green reeds, I don't know how to make a fishing tube.

Qiaosu is worry-free and bitter, and the earth immortals are no different. Among the flowers on the shore of the house, the grandson's head is like snow.

Buckle the side to get a new poem, tea boiled peach blossom water. A few pieces of sails, to go to the end.

Benevolence and government are all equal, and the otter will be the son. Who's bitter bamboo forest, there is the sound of reading.

The whole article is full of energy, vivid and smooth, there is a dragon and a tiger lying down, I can't help but itch my hands when I look at it, I think I have copied a lot of books, but Qi Lao's cursive is rare, and I haven't come, so I tried to copy it. But I didn't feel good when I wrote a few pieces, not because the glyphs weren't like it, but because the rhyme wasn't vivid, and it didn't feel like a taste.

I emptied my body and mind, thinking that if I were an old Qi and came to H City to find the old man who had a general relationship, but I learned that the old man had no news, what should I feel like in my heart? Is it melancholy or regret? Is it open-mindedness or nostalgia? Slowly it seems that I have become Qi Lao, full of pen, like flowing water, in one go, when I write to the sound, the ink has been broken, but this dry pen seems to have more aftertaste.

After writing and comparing it, I feel much better than the previous ones, very divine, and I don't know how to describe it accurately, but the words seem to have feelings in it. At this time, I could vaguely feel that it seemed that the trick to refining qi and transforming gods was here.

After venting, the whole person felt a little sleepy, fell asleep on the bed, and forgot to clean up the words I scribbled.

I was woken up by a quarrel in the morning, and I followed the sound and looked, oh, good fellow! Several white-bearded old men were there holding my words and talking to Qi Lao's words.

This said: "These two characters are obviously the handwriting of Qi Lao, but the former calligraphy is heavy, and the latter one is a little high-flying, and I can't figure it out." ”

The one said, "I think it's a good word!" Although this pair of words is a little flying and jumping, between the lines is free and open-minded, and that piece of writing is old, but it reveals a strong nostalgia. My old man likes open-minded people the most in his life. ”

"Otherwise, I think it'······"

Looking at the old men who were arguing inside, I really didn't dare to go in, let alone say that I wrote one of them, so it wasn't going to make a fuss. I saw Qi Lao sitting on the chair at the top of the chair and watching the others quarrel with a smile on his face, and he didn't explain, I really didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd.

It turned out that early this morning, there were finally colleagues and friends in H City who knew the whereabouts of Qi Lao, so they came to visit. So Qi Lao took out these two words for everyone to taste, and there was this scene in front of him.

When Qi Lao saw me outside, he waved at me, and I walked in. When the white-haired old men saw that someone had come in, they stopped arguing. Qi Lao clapped his hands and said, "Everyone, this is my newly accepted little apprentice, Chu Jiu. Come, the ninth day of the first month, hurry up and greet the elders. "It's not just me, it's the whole room with a dull expression, what's going on.

My heart was full of questions, but I still gave the old men a salute one by one, what uncle, uncle, looking at the white hair in the room, I suddenly felt that my generation had grown up all of a sudden, and I didn't feel a loss when I thought about it.

Qi Lao said: "Chu Jiu, you write a few words and let the elders criticize the axe. ”

Hearing this, I was not hypocritical, picked up the pen and thought about it, and wrote the four words of holding the urn irrigation garden, and the four words of holding the urn irrigation garden are the meaning of a person who is poor and happy. Suddenly there was a lot of praise, and I was embarrassed to say it.

One of them said, "It's really strange, the penmanship of these characters is eight points like the first one, but there is no spirit in it." ”

Another person said: "This character technique is on the heavy side, and in terms of form alone, it can be nine points like a god, but there is something missing inside, but it is rare to be able to write such words at this age." Not bad. ”

When I heard this, my heart moved, these people always emphasize the need for God, but how can we achieve God? For example, when we practice Tai Chi, we separate the skill from the realm. Skill is something that can be increased by manpower, but the realm is not good, it needs to be understood, refining qi and transforming the god, which is to give the charm of boxing, just like writing, to give the word charm, although it is not one thing, the truth is the same.

After sending off a group of old men, Qi Lao pointed to one of the words and said, "Chu Jiu, you wrote this, right?" ”

I said shamefully: "On a whim, it's just scribbling according to your words." ”

Qi Lao shook his head and said, "You are very talented. Do you know why I said I want to take you as an apprentice? ”

I honestly replied, "I don't know." ”

Qi Lao said: "When I saw you, I remembered the past, when your master always asked me these questions: Why is it that those who practice martial arts do not have the status of learning literature?" Why can't those who practice martial arts be the same as those who study? Do you know? ”

I shook my head, and Qi Lao said: "China has always been a literati society, if you only know how to dance with guns and sticks, you will only be regarded as a fan. I nodded.

Qi Lao said: "Actually, it's not just like that. In the end, everything is just a word, and it is also good for you to borrow multiple ways to realize. Legend has it that Wang Shouren of the Ming Dynasty was a literati, and he suddenly had an epiphany one day, not only his own knowledge was close to the two saints of Confucius and Mencius, but also seemed to suddenly know martial arts, and he was very powerful. Of course, this is just a legend, whether it is true or not and don't care about him, but it is a reason. ”

I nodded again and again, and asked the doubts in my heart: "I just heard many people say that there must be God between the lines, how can we be God?" ”

Qi Lao asked rhetorically: "Do you think about the difference between what you wrote last night and what you wrote today?" ”

I thought back for a moment and said, "When I wrote it yesterday, I had a lot of feelings in my heart that I wanted to express, but today I just wrote a few words. ”

Qi Lao then asked: "Some people write a word and you feel solid and stable when you read it, and some people write the same word but you feel light and elegant, why is this?" ”

I shook my head blankly.

Qi Lao said, "This is God. No matter how similar you imitate others, it can only be called a skill, at most it can be called a skill, at most it is close to the Tao, and if you master the skill, you must forget the skill, and then go to the law to learn the nature, and you can be divine. ”

I understand what I heard, but I didn't understand it very well, so I could only keep it in my heart first, but I probably know my own problems now, and I always secretly imitate the master in my heart when I practice boxing, so I can't practice it.

In the following time, Qi Lao simply didn't go out, so he stayed in the villa and taught me to write wholeheartedly. I gradually understood what Qi Lao said before, and I could also feel the painstaking effort of the Taoist master to let me understand the Taoist realm through calligraphy.

Time passed quickly, and Qi Lao left a plaque of "Sichuan Xiangguan" and went back to Beijing.

After sending off Qi Lao, I returned to my little attic, the difference is that this time I brought back a little stray cat, I call it a lazy worm, because it is always lazy in the sun. Although its arrival brought a lot of life to the attic, it also interrupted my peaceful life. It's like, when I pick up a pen and just want to write, it looks at me pitifully, grabs my hand with its paws and asks me to touch it, or when I write a word, it adds a few paw prints and makes a mess, which is really infuriating and funny. The cat's body is extremely soft, but its movements are light and agile, and there are many mysteries of boxing, and I spend most of my time observing this kitten.

Maybe it's because I had a lot of blood some time ago, but I had a gorgeous cold when the cold snap passed through H City this time. I curled up on the bed in the little attic, and used paper was thrown everywhere. The lazy insect is also rare and well-behaved, and even caught a mouse and put it in front of me, I don't know whether to show off or let me eat it, I can only refuse its kindness.

Knock knock, knock on the door, and then a person came in, it was Senior Sister. Seeing the tissues all over the ground, the senior sister's face turned red, and she said, "Chu Jiu, I didn't expect you to be such a person!" Hum! After speaking, he threw the thermos bucket in his hand on the table, and left without looking back, and took the door heavily when he went out.

I wondered, what kind of person am I?

Knock knock, knock on the door again, this time it was Yuan Qing. After seeing the situation inside, Yuan Qing put the thermos bucket aside, then sat next to me and said to me: "Chu Jiu, you are still young, but you can't be so careless about your body!" You said you're sick and ······"

I asked out loud, "What's wrong with me?" Yes! ”

Yuan Qing saw that my face was flushed and loud, and he fled in fright.

Knock knock, it's Lao Tie coming. He looked at me with a smirk. I said impatiently: "If there is a fart, let it go!" Lao Tie patted me on the shoulder and said, "Good boy! I think you're in good health! Okay, hurry to work, don't stand up in bed. Sister-in-law still has something to look for you. After saying that, he put down the fruit and left.

I looked up to the sky and roared, what's wrong with all these TMs!

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