Luming Library, on the edge of Zaozifang, is located in the west of Jiangcheng City, near the secluded place of the West Gate.

The place is not too big, and there are not many disciples among them, and there are only twenty or thirty teenagers here, most of whom are children around, and they can barely maintain themselves.

Among them, the master is still a little famous, Lu Ming, the word Yi is less, Yang Haoran is righteous in the chest, one hand is a holy hand, and the other hand is a ghost, although Lu Ming is only a talent, he is quite capable.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to cultivate Haoran righteousness, and it is even more rare for a scholar to cultivate Haoran righteousness, and he is also a scholar from an ordinary background.

Lu Ming is also quite famous in Jiangcheng, which is related to his danqing and calligraphy attainments.

Selling words and flowers on weekdays, writing for dignitaries and nobles, it is also a lot of money, it can be said that there is no worry about food and clothing, and it is completely possible to do two ears without hearing things outside the window, and only read sage books.

However, he opened the Luming Library, teaching children to read and write, which is not unrelated to his personal cultivation, raising Haoran righteousness, and cultivating his own calligraphy and painting.

There are two pieces of information about him that are widely circulated in Jiangcheng, one is that: "Yi Shao was academic, and he could not take his pen from behind, knowing that he would be able to become famous when he grew up, but he did not lose his nature, he was diligent and studious, and the pen became a mound and ink became a pool; ”

The second is what he himself said: "My family washes the trees by the inkstone pond, and the flowers bloom with faint ink marks." Don't let people praise the color, only leave the air full of goodness. ”

Practicing pen writing and painting can wash all the water in the pond and turn the pen into an ink pool, which shows that he still has a Dan heart, and does not lose his literary heart, and also shows his love for calligraphy and Danqing.

He also taught children to read and write, and it was natural to bless the township and stimulate Haoran's righteousness.

However, the matter of Shilitan made him a little righteous and hidden, today's Lu Ming is particularly irritable, and the calligraphy and danqing he was proud of in the past can't arouse interest and inspiration.

How to write, how to draw, I feel that it is a little bit less meaningful, missing the little blessing to the soul in the past, and the artistic conception of the wonderful hand.

Haoran's qi is said to be useful, the gods and ghosts are easy, and it is useless, which is also a kind of existence that readers have collected their spirits, personal experience and understanding, and their literary atmosphere is equal to one, condensed and condensed, and they are more idealistic.

"This doesn't work, that doesn't work, why is it so unbearable!"

Lu Ming watched those childish schoolchildren washing pens in the ink pool, in the past, he felt this positive atmosphere, and often felt its thriving artistic conception, writing a word, or painting a picture of Danqing.

After several years of perseverance, Lu Ming has achieved today's achievements, but this is not the case today, and he has not been able to enter the state for a long time.

"Goodbye, Master!"

"Why is the Master distressed?"

One after another, some disciples left to have lunch and greeted Lu Ming, and some of them were able to observe words and expressions, seeing Lu Ming's absent-minded appearance, they asked loudly.

"What's my trouble?"

When Lu Ming heard this question, he woke up like a dream, and found that he was in a wrong state, with some discrepancies and abnormal behaviors from the past, and found the problem.

Originally, he was dark under the light, but he only felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't find it, or he didn't have that consciousness at all, he just felt irritable.

And after the disciple's question, he instantly clarified his own state, but it was because he had a problem, "Haoran righteousness is hidden? Is it really as Chen Long said? How can he see that Haoran righteousness really exists?"

As a master, he naturally will not easily believe in the mysterious existence of Haoran righteousness.

It's just that the facts are in front of me, and in the past, there were furrows in the chest, the skills were proficient, and the pen and ink were like divine help.

To this day, after experiencing a dream, I am like a stubborn stone, stubborn, for my own calligraphy and danqing creation, like seeing flowers in the fog, I always feel that I can't see clearly through a layer of vague mist.

"Don't worry, I'm fine. ”

Since he knows where the problem is, as Lu Ming, who is not lacking in talent and understanding, naturally has his own way, he is now looking forward to Chen Longlai, and the second is to take action to solve the problem.

A critical step to solve the problem, the crux of the problem he already has an eyebrow, and what he needs now is to take action.

When Chen Long arrived, this situation was ultimately dependent on external forces, and before he came, or when he didn't know if he would come, it was better to ask for others than for himself.

Carrying the pen, I came to the ink washing pool, recalled the realm of holding the pen, prepared, and felt.

There are three realms of penmanship, at the beginning, to make the pen by hand, to write in the real thing and to write, from learning to hold the pen, writing on the paper, copying to write with the pen, looking at the landscape, looking at the stone monument and other predecessors, or the reality of things that already exist to learn the shape of the strokes.

Use your own pen, imitate things, find out how to write or draw by watching, followed by remembering with your brain, which can be described as training your eyes and brain, and finally practicing your hands, practicing your fingers, practicing your wrist, practicing your feel, and the pen from the beginning of not listening to the call to gradually mature There is a process, and it can further develop into the realm of the unity of the pen and hand.

At this time, the writing feels like the pen is a part of the hand, not writing with the pen, but writing with the hand.

As the so-called Yang Yang sprinkled his hands and walked with the pen, as long as he did not lose the law, he would also learn something, which can be described as a great achievement in the pursuit of skills.

Further, the second realm is to make the pen with the heart, the heart is moving, the heart and the pen are one, what the heart thinks is what is written under the pen, the things that are painted, can be written in the water, painted, condensed but not scattered, and the high depths are all things in the world, which can be loaded under the pen, and can be written anywhere.

The last realm, the third realm is difficult, no pen no self realm, the pen with potential, see the white goose swimming in the water, realize the gesture of "floating goose hook", see the road, see the sword dance, from which to realize the structure of the dot painting to make the interspersed relationship and the speed and rhythm of the pen, enrich its writing momentum, self-contained, writing such as God, painting such as recreating the world.

At this level, no matter whether it is a hard pen or a soft pen, with a pen or not, even if it is a dead branch, you can write wonderful calligraphy and draw a real picture!

It can be said that there is no pen in the hand, there is a pen in the heart, and the thought can be realized into reality, which is almost the same as Chen Long's mouth with the edict and the sound, and the words are followed, such as the mouth with the heavenly constitution, and the pen debuts by itself, almost no different.

Originally, Lu Mingzhi's pen realm has long exceeded the degree of Haoran's ability to listen to the pen without losing the law, reaching the state of making a pen with his heart and controlling the pen with his heart, writing in the ink washing pool, and the pen and ink in the water condense and form by itself, writing calligraphy, painting and painting, with a little Haoran righteousness in his heart, all of them are like divine help, and the miracle is beginning to appear.

If you give him time, I'm afraid you can really break through to the next realm, and make a pen that frightens ghosts and gods, and ink is like a dragon.

I'm afraid that when I reach that realm, the righteousness in my chest bursts out, the ghosts and gods are easy, and the evil spirits retreat.

In this case, not to mention slaying demons and destroying demons, but even if the god of the red mantis and the mantis Jiao exists, and the eagerness of seeking the dragon, he will not dare to provoke him easily and rob him of his righteousness.

Standing on the edge of the pen washing pool, Lu Ming was angry and dantian, concentrating on the pen, lifting the pen, putting down the pen, paddling with his hands, in the dark ink pool, the ripples were agitated, and the pen was clear and the water was clear, which did not happen.

In the past, the pen washing pool because of Lu Ming into ink, he wrote in the pool, the pen out and the water is clear, the ink around the pen area condensed into the words or paintings he wants to write, if not the wind blows the waves, the water waves are not alarmed, that is condensed but not dispersed, what is written in the water is the same as what is written on the paper, there is no difference, preserved.

Until a breeze rises and the water ripples, it can also be kept for a quarter of an hour, condensed but not good, and the miracle is very strange.

However, today, after Lu Ming put down his pen, the ink did not condense, one horizontal and one painting, one mountain and one water, each stroke was stroked, and the ink color did not change in the slightest.

Not to mention the problem of the hidden righteousness in the chest, in the past, the pen realm of the heart and the pen is not guaranteed, and the pen is not guaranteed at this time, although the technique is skillful, but there is no heart.

I have lost the heart of the pen, and I write in the water, and the ink cannot be condensed, and it is invisible.

However, at this moment, outside the Luming Library, Long Chen was busy, crossed most of the river city, and came here, "Mr. Lu, is it okay?"