'What is that purple hao made of, this hair doesn't look purple.' ’

The expected question, Lao Shan didn't think there was anything, after all, he had asked this question back then.

'Purple hair is made by picking the hair on the back of the hare's neck, and is named because of its black and purple hair. ’

'The sheep is soft and the wolf is tough, and the purple is even more so, and it is both soft and soft, which is suitable for beginners like you. ’

Su Ling hadn't fully digested the difference between Mo and Mo before for a while, and was completely blinded by Lao Dan's half-ancient and half-white words.

'Speak human words! ’

Lao Shan only found out at this time that Su Ling was eating people, no, it was a ghost eater, and he was suddenly frightened to the core, if Lao Shan was still alive at this time, it was very likely that he would have a heart attack.

'Just, that is to say, the sheep's hair pen is softer, compared to the wolf's hair, it is more tough, and the purple hair is harder, compared to these three, and the milli, that is, more than two kinds of milli made, soft and hard, more suitable for beginners. ’

Hearing this, Su Ling nodded, he didn't expect that there was so much attention to the brush, so he picked it up and looked at it.

Which is better? ’

That's Zihao, of course. ’

Su Ling picked up Zihao, tried the feel, and nodded.

'Well, then I'll use this. ’

Lao Shan listened to Su Ling's words and nodded.

'Well, that's right, use both...... What the! You're going to have to use Zihao, which is not suitable for beginners. ’

Lao Shan didn't expect Su Ling to directly pick Zihao, which is the most difficult to use, and originally wanted him to use it first, and then gradually increase the difficulty.

"Well, with a simple one, you don't have to change the pen later, it's better to use Zihao directly, and it also saves the effort of changing the pen in the middle." ’

Su Ling didn't know where to get his confidence at this time, in the face of this pen that even Lao Shan said was difficult, but he didn't retreat at all, but a kind of confidence that was almost arrogant, which was something that Su Ling had never had before.

Lao Shan also smiled bitterly at this time, which is true, but this introductory effort is several times more.

It's not impossible to use this method, but it's difficult to start everything, and it's even more difficult to start with Zihao. ’

Su Ling had forgotten what it meant to be difficult at the moment, nodded lightly, picked up Zihao and waved it in the void.

'No problem. ’

Holding Zihao in his hand, Su Ling felt that there seemed to be a trace of illusory aura connected to him on this pen, and an urge to put pen on the paper arose in his heart, which made Su Ling a little uncontrollable.

According to what Lao Shan said, Su Ling will not grind it well, Zihao swept it on the inkstone, and the original purple-black nib instantly added a touch of ink color, and fell on the rice paper that had been paved.

After writing a word, Su Ling felt as if something was missing, and looked at the paper in a daze, thinking.

And Shan Ruan Juan and Shan Zhiwen on the side looked at Su Ling after entering the room, and no longer paid attention to the two, and at this time they wrote by themselves, and couldn't help but be a little angry, after all, the thing was a relic of their dead father, and it was used so silently, and anyone would be angry.

And Lao Dan, who was standing next to Su Ling, was frowning at this time, because Su Ling's state at this time was very strange, obviously there was still talking and laughing just now, why did he ignore others at this time? And looking at the concentrated appearance, it doesn't look like it's pretending, but it seems to be ......

An idea suddenly popped up in Lao Dan's heart, and when this idea came up, even Lao Shan was taken aback, could it be done, it was ......

And Su Ling, who was standing in front of the desk, holding a Zihao pen, after thinking for a moment, suddenly had an idea, as if Fulin was in the heart, and wrote a stroke above the word, as if it was a vertical, intersecting each other, and the combination of horizontal and vertical was a cross.

After reading this pen, Su Ling returned to normalcy and said happily to the ordinary old man.

'Lao Dan, you see that I write this cross well, this is the first time I have really written with a brush.

When he saw Su Ling's stroke, Lao Dan's heart was already true, Su Ling had indeed entered a very mysterious state just now, and many people generally dreamed of a state and had an epiphany!

Epiphany is a state that comes out inadvertently, which can make people comprehend something that was difficult to comprehend before. According to the scientific method, it is a state controlled by the subconscious.

It's just that what Lao Shan didn't expect was that Su Fu actually appeared in this state when he first started using the pen, which is simply the rhythm of the birth of a generation of calligraphers.

'Good, good, good, very good, such a talent at a young age, it must be extraordinary when you grow up. ’

Indeed, Su Ling was also slightly aware of the state just now, although he was not very clear, but he could still feel his talent for this aspect.

Well, even if I don't have the talent, just being able to catch ghosts is already extraordinary. ’

If it were an ordinary person who said this, he would definitely be considered arrogant, but Su Ling would not, after all, he had thirty years of psychological experience at the bottom, so he would not become fluttering all of a sudden.

Lao Shan also heard the taste of self-ridicule in Su Ling's words, so he naturally didn't worry about Su Ling, and nodded.

When I first taught Zhiwen to write, I told him that if you want to write well, you must first write a good one, and if you write a good one, the other words will get twice the result with half the effort, but when you first used the pen, you spontaneously wrote the cross, which is much better than me. ’

Everyone loves to listen to good words, Su Ling is no exception, looking at the cross he wrote, Su Ling also felt that he wrote well, but he was still not dizzy by music.

'One praise is enough, two praise will be fluttering, three praise will fly to the sky.' ’

"Yes, yes, the young master understands. ’

At this time, Lao Shan slowly lost his previous scheming, but he looked a little thinking about Su Ling, probably because he saw that Su Ling was about the same age as his great-grandson, and he couldn't help but have a little more love for Su Ling.

Picking up his own cross, Su Ling blew it, although the writing is not as majestic as some of the people, but it is the taste of greenness, which makes people look at it, and they can't help but want to move the pen and compete with him, maybe many people write better than this cross, but the artistic conception is only surpassed by some calligraphy masters.

Su Ling looked at his words, remembered what Lao Shan had just said, and turned his head to Shan Zhiwen and smiled.

"This cross, I'll give it to you, Shan Lao asked you to learn a word first, now, you should be able to start learning from the cross, like you said, learn things again, and then I will have to compete with you."

At this time, the single article is a little puzzled, what cross? What word? Why did you get to Daddy again?

Puzzled by the small meeting, a memory hidden in the depths of his memory in Shan Zhuanwen's mind was turned out.

When I was a child, when my father was teaching myself to write, I told myself that if I wanted to write, I would write one first, practice one word first, and then go to write.

may be the reason why the memory of many years ago was turned out, Shan Zhiwen's eyes became a little moist, but Shan Ruan Juan, who was behind Shan Zhiwen's left, didn't find it.

"Okay, okay, I'll definitely start studying again."