"Shen Yun?" Yu Sheng raised his eyebrows and looked at the old man puzzled.

The drizzle outside the inn continued, and the whole town was drowned in smoke and rain, becoming an ink painting.

The blind storyteller is telling the story of the Four Desolations and Ancient Kingdoms, and the story is so long that it even reached the time of opening the world.

The old man stood beside the table with a hat stained with wet rain and pointed to the words on the sign, "Your word has no form, but it can't convey the spirit with the form, and it has fallen down." ”

Seeing that the rest of his life was confused, the old man put the wine bowl in his left hand and said, "The pen goes with the interest, and the book comes out of the mood." ”

He felt that the taste of the wine was not right, sniffed the wine with his nose, and licked the wine bowl suspiciously.

Seeing Yu Sheng looking at him strangely, the old man sat down and continued: "The changes in calligraphy density, emptiness and reality, momentum and rhythm can change according to your heart. ”

He knocked on the sign for the rest of his life, "Your word is too dull, you can't see emotions or changes in every stroke, it's all carved out of a mold." ”

For the rest of my life, I looked at my own words, and I wrote a food brand, what emotions do you need?

The old man understood what Yu Sheng was thinking, and said, "You can take another brand." ”

Yu Sheng handed it to him, and the old man handed the wine bowl to Yu Sheng, took the brush and wrote the words stewed pig's trotters on the vegetable brand.

In terms of shape, these words are really not as good as the rest of your life. But for some reason, the rest of my life looked at a few words and felt soft and rotten.

"How did you do that?" the rest of his life was curious.

The old man didn't answer, and asked him to get a jar of wine for the rest of his life.

Yu Sheng took another jar from the counter, the old man slapped open the mud seal, took a sip, and asked Yu Sheng, "Do you know where this 'word' came from?"

"It is the sage who observes the circle of the stars, the veins of mountains and rivers, birds, beasts, insects and fish, plants and trees, sheep and horses' hoof prints, and takes the form of all things in the world. ”

Without waiting for the rest of his life to answer the question that the eighteen generations of ancestors are old, the old man continued to give the answer leisurely.

"Words encompass all things in heaven and earth, but ordinary people gradually only learn their shapes, and cannot comprehend the charm inside, so they lose the ability to convey the gods. ”

He pointed to the words he had written, "The old words are not as good as yours, but God has them, and they can make you understand them together." ”

Yu Sheng understood a little, but the old man was afraid that Yu Sheng would not understand.

He pointed to the dog lying at the feet of Yu Sheng, and said, "My words are just like this dog, although it is ugly, but it looks like a dog." ”

The dog looked up blankly and saw that the old man was pointing at himself, although he didn't know what he was talking about, but it was certainly not luxurious, so he barked at the old man.

The rest of his life was comprehending, patting the dog's head to stop it, "Don't bark, say you look like a dog." ”

Perhaps feeling that this was barely a compliment, the dog stopped, and continued to lie at the feet of the rest of his life, looking at the rainy world outside.

The old man said: "Possession of form and spirit is the first step in entering the Tao, and the transmission of spirit is the first and most difficult practice in the way of calligraphy. ”

"There is also a way in calligraphy?" asked Yu Sheng.

"A flower, a grass, a cloud, a pool of water, there is a Tao in heaven and earth, if you can comprehend, you can become an immortal. The old man said.

Yu Sheng looked at the old man carefully, and said in his heart, could this be the legendary old man, who came to cross me to become an immortal?

"I'll just say I'm different. The rest of my life was triumphant in my thoughts.

The system's cold voice said, "Before the system mission is completed, the host is not allowed to leave the inn for thousands of miles. ”

Yu Sheng greeted the uncle of the system, and was about to ask the old man for advice, but the old man had already spoken, "Hou Sheng, do you want to enter the Tao from calligraphy?"

Yu Sheng nodded fiercely, he always felt that he was born with a talent for calligraphy in this life.

The words of his previous life are no longer enough to describe it as "dog crawling", perhaps it is not too much to describe it as a dog.

But in this life, perhaps it is the inheritance of his parents in this life, and he admires himself when the words are written.

The old man took a sip of wine and said, "Although your words have been formed, they are too neat, and you have to learn to change them." ”

"The changes in calligraphy cannot be explained clearly in a few words. The old man took out a few books from his bosom.

Yu Sheng glanced at it, and the old man avoided it vigilantly, and picked up a book from Yu Sheng, "This one." ”

He shook it to the rest of his life, and the rest of his life saw that it read "Book from Heaven"

"Does this book have words?" said Yu Sheng.

"Nonsense, there are no words to call a book?" said the old man, "This post brings together the strengths of a hundred schools of thought, exhausting the changes of heaven and earth......"

I wanted to take it for the rest of my life, but I was avoided by the old man, "Hey, although meeting is fate, it can't be given to you for nothing, right?"

"Money?"

"Yes, two times. The old man nodded.

"Forget it. Yu Sheng said.

"Boy, I see that you are surprised by your bones, you are a one-of-a-kind genius in practicing calligraphy, and I feel that it is a pity to be buried, so I will point out to you. The old man said.

"I'm still one of the best cooks. Yu Sheng said, "You have a crumpled book this day, and you are embarrassed to ask me twice?"

"That's always. The old man said.

"Deal. ”

Yu Sheng snatched the book of heaven, and was about to open it when the old man suppressed it, "Where's the money?"

"The jar of wine in your hand is exactly the same. Yu Sheng pointed to the sign hanging on the wall, "Wood wine, consistently" was impressive.

"It's not a family, it's not a door. The old man muttered quietly.

He saw that he was going to turn the book again for the rest of his life, and said: "Don't worry, that book is just a change in the exhaustion of the strokes, and this book is the introduction to conveying the spirit." ”

The old man took out another book from his bosom, and froze for the rest of his life just by looking at the name.

He read word by word: "Stomach pain sticker?" This word is written wrong, it should be a belly pain sticker." ”

"You should be a prescription. The old man reprimanded Yu Sheng, paused and said, "It seems to be a prescription for stomach pain." ”

"But it doesn't matter, the important thing is that this post will inspire you on how to convey your spirit. The old man said.

"Really?"

"Really. The old man said, "This post was written by the sage after making the word when he had a stomachache, so it is called a stomachache post." ”

"Stomach ache?"

"Yes, the person who wrote the stomach pain and diarrhea was anxious to jump on the post, and the person who watched the post was easy to empathize. ”

The old man said proudly, "This can be called a primer on calligraphy, and the posts next to it are difficult to reach." ”

"Can a stomachache convey the spirit?" Yu Sheng was surprised.

"The writer's emotions cannot be expressed in the pen, so how can he use his own Taoist meaning between the pen?" said the old man.

Reasonable, Yu Sheng nodded, "But you really have such a god in this post?"

"You take a look first. The old man handed it to him.

Yu Sheng opened this "Belly Pain Post", he was naturally sensitive to words, and after just a glance, he felt a surging outpouring of consciousness coming to his face.

Then, the sound of deflation and the roar of the belly echoed in my head, accompanied by a smell.

"Smack", Yu Sheng hurriedly closed the post, "You wait first, I'll go to the thatched house." ”

The old man took it, took a sip of wine, and said softly: "It's really sensitive, there are successors from the old Yu family." ”

He looked up and saw Aunt Qing looking at him, and raised the wine jar to salute her.

Although there is no metabolic intention, the rest of his life still stays in the thatched house for a while, and the changes when the post is uploaded during this period are really in front of me.

Yu Sheng sat in front of the old man, "You change it, this post is too lethal." ”

"This is profound, so that you know how to write with God. The old man said.

Yu Sheng said: "I'm afraid that I haven't written yet, and I'll become an immortal with diarrhea first." ”

The old man pondered for a moment, and said slowly in the expectant eyes of the rest of his life: "I really haven't heard of diarrhea and become an immortal, you can try it." ”