Seeing the ugliness of the big character written by Xie Bin, the old man stood aside and laughed, "Go ahead, rewrite!" ”

Xie Bin patted his head in annoyance, obviously he felt very good when he wrote, but when he stood on the roof, he couldn't write words, and some of the strokes were twisted and crooked, just like a person who had never learned to write was describing indiscriminately.

This time, Xie Bin held his breath and slowly pressed the broom, moving step by step, and when he finished writing this super big "Fu" word, Xie Bin felt very good about himself, and climbed to the top of the building again, but found that it looked even uglier than last time.

The old man looked at him with a smile and didn't speak, but just motioned for Xie Bin to continue. Xie Binjie summed up the experience, but he didn't know where to summarize it, and he couldn't even find what the problem was. Xie Bin even wondered if this old man was deliberately making things difficult for him, who was idle and had nothing to write such a big word? He Xie Bin is here to learn miniature carving, not giant carving, does he want him Xie Bin to paint the wheat field circle?

But looking at the old man's expression, Xie Bin had to write and rewrite over and over again, but he never satisfied Xie Bin once. I wrote it more than 20 times in one afternoon, but the most similar word is just like, and I don't even mention any calligraphy essentials.

When it was dark, the old man smiled and took the broom in Xie Bin's hand, which was already a little grinding, and said, "Let you see how my old man writes." ”

The old man waved the broom as he spoke, took a deep breath, brewed for a while, dragged the broom with one hand and ran quickly, leaving a gray mark under the broom, and every time he turned, the broom in the old man's hand waved loudly, making Xie Bin feel that this was not writing, but a master practicing swords with a broom.

The old man's footsteps did not stop, and he used his hands and feet to rotate left and right to finish the yard in less than a minute, looking at the scratches on the ground like dragons flying and phoenixes dancing, Xie Bin climbed on the roof and looked down, and the surprise in his heart was like seeing aliens.

Under Xie Bin's nose, there is a big line of "Fu", the font is full and smooth, the skeleton is clear and powerful, the transition is round and accessible, and the length and distance between the strokes are completely as standard as a handwritten small regular script. This made Xie Bin wonder how the old man did it, and what does this have to do with miniature carving?

The old man looked at Xie Bin's surprised expression but didn't speak, smiling and touching his beard, which had few roots, full of pride.

Seeing Xie Bin's slightly depressed appearance, the old man patted Xie Bin on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, I'll stay here tonight and continue tomorrow...... Hey! ”

Seeing that the sky was dark, although Xie Bin was unwilling, he did not continue.

At night, Xie Bin still cooks and serves this master with a small shelf. Before going to bed, Xie Bin also called the old man to wash his feet, and after the old man washed his feet, he poured it out, and then he was ready to rest.

Although the environment here is simple, Xie Bin doesn't care much, and the place where he lived a year ago is no different from here. It's just that I don't know how the old man has come over all these years, he is lonely, and he doesn't even have a person to talk to. The old man was locked up and criticized when he was young, and by the time he was released from the farm, the old man was already in his thirties. Since then, he has never married a wife, nor has he adopted a child like Xie Bin's grandfather.

Until now, he happened to accept such a closed disciple as Xie Bin, maybe the old man himself was afraid that no one would bury him after he died. However, Xie Bin didn't mind supporting this eccentric teacher until he was old, so he had the right to support his grandfather.

It is said that the personalities, tempers and appearances of these two old men have nothing in common at all, but after this short day of contact, I always feel that this teacher is very similar to his grandfather in some places. Maybe it's a special mark left by that era.

Xie Bin lay on the slightly moldy bed cover and fell asleep deeply.

Early the next morning, Xie Bin still got up early, and when he saw that the old man was still asleep, he quietly went out and practiced his Tai Chi in the yard. As the old man said, this Tai Chi has no other effect, it is still good to strengthen the body, and it can make Xie Bin quickly wake up from the fatigue of getting up in the morning, and the refreshing effect is really first-class.

After Xie Bin finished his set of punches, he heard the old man's puzzled voice: "This is the Tai Chi you practiced?" Xie Bin nodded a little weakly, "Yes, I've always practiced like this, what's wrong?" ”

The old man shook his head suspiciously, "I don't know, I haven't practiced Tai Chi, but it doesn't seem to match your strength," he sighed and said, "Forget it, I don't understand you anyway, you come to see me." ”

Saying that, he stood in the courtyard, stood with bated breath, made a set of simple preparatory movements, and then put his hands together in the dantian position, then slowly raised his waist to his chest, and then raised his hands high like lifting a stone, held his breath for a few seconds before slowly putting it down, and then repeated this action, and then changed to another set after two times.

Xie Bin was a little inexplicable at first looking at this set of contact information like morning exercises, but when he suddenly saw one of the movements, Xie Bin shouted in surprise: "Yijin Jing? ”

The old man ignored Xie Bin, waited until half an hour later, and slowly exhaled before nodding and saying, "It's the Yijin Sutra, what's the matter, have you studied?" ”

Xie Bin shook his head, who doesn't know the name of Yi Jin Jing? Especially after Xu Zhimo's talented cousin wrote so many novels, Yijin Jing has become the ultimate martial arts treasure book in the rivers and lakes. Now if you find someone in the crowd, you probably know the name of "Yijin Jing".

Of course, Xie Bin doesn't believe that "Yijin Jing" has such an exaggerated effect as in the novel, but it has been circulating for so many years, and now the official version has been released, and more and more people are going to experience it, it is said that the effect is still very good, and Xie Bin can't completely doubt it. Xie Bin has also seen several versions of it on the Internet, but the difference is not small. Without the guidance of the master, Xie Bin didn't dare to practice blindly, if this thing didn't really practice three long and five short, no one would be able to save him.

Now that he suddenly saw someone practicing, and the effect was not bad, how could Xie Bin not be surprised? Hearing the old man's rhetorical question, Xie Bin shook his head and said, "No, I've just seen it on the Internet, but what you practice is not very different from what you practice on the Internet." ”

The old man asked curiously: "I just heard people talk about the Internet, but what is the Internet?" How can there be other versions of the Yijin Sutra? ”

Xie Bin smiled secretly, not to mention the "Yijin Sutra", that is, the "Nine Yin Sutra" and "Jiuyang Sutra" can be found on the Internet, and there are even some more mysterious "Taishang Jindan Sutra", "Xiuzhen True Solution" and other legendary secrets. Of course, whether it is true or false is only known to the person who posted it.

But how do you explain the Internet to the old man? Think about Xie Bin said helplessly: "The Internet is similar to TV, but it is more advanced than TV, not only can you watch TV, you can also call and write letters, and you can also use it as a library, as long as you want, almost anything can be found on it." ”

"So powerful? Let me see," the old man said with some eagerness, "and I'll see how other versions of the Yijin Sutra differ from mine." ”

Xie Bin looked at the old man who looked like an old naughty boy, and laughed in his heart, this old man's temper is really like a child, he broke out when he said that he broke out, and he was okay when he said it was okay, but his curiosity did not diminish at all at such an age, unlike some old men who were conformist and always kept some wariness of new things......

Xie Bin took out his laptop from the room, opened it and searched for "Yijin Sutra", and a large piece came out in an uproar, and the old man who watched it shouted, "Oh, the heavy weapon of the country, how can it be passed lightly, alas, ......"

Xie Bin thought about what this is, the more large-scale it spreads, the more ordinary people really don't dare to practice casually, and they don't know which set to practice. Clicking on the website of the National Health Qigong Management Center, Xie Bin opened the column of "Yijin Jing" again and let the old man read it.

The old man leaned in front of the screen and looked hard, Xie Bin smiled: "Teacher, don't be so tight, it's not good for your eyes." ”

The old man glared, "I still need you to remind him!?" But he shrank back.

Xie Bin looked at it and laughed secretly, he really looked like an old naughty boy, although his actions were grotesque, but most of them came from his heart. But think about it when he first entered the door yesterday, the old man pretended to be a master, and almost scared Xie Bin.

Of course, the old man's heart must be very clear, he is not confused at all, and he is clear about the priorities of things.

The old man underestimated while watching, and after reading it, he shook his head and said to Xie Bin: "No, this is fooling, missing key things, plausible." ”

Xie Bin opened the official website of Shaolin Temple again and opened that version.

Seeing the entries in the catalog such as the seventy-two stunts, the Yi Jin Sutra, the marrow washing, etc., the old man's eyes glared at the boss, "This, can this be seen casually?" ”

Xie Bin nodded, "Yes, anyone can see it," he said, and clicked on the iron sand palm for the old man to see.

"This ...... Oops, it's all good stuff, and no one cares? ”

Looking at the old man's shocked appearance, Xie Bin was a little amused and explained: "Teacher, who still practices this now, let alone whether they can endure this hardship, even if they can endure hardship, they don't have the time and energy to practice." Saying that, Xie Bin suddenly felt a little sad, not to mention that people spend five or six hours a day practicing martial arts, but there are not many people who can insist on spending half an hour practicing calligraphy every day.

Thinking about the traditional culture that is losing little by little every day, and then looking at the gray-haired old man in front of him, Xie Bin has an inexplicable urge to cry. Thinking about those who are trying to keep their traditional culture, Xie Bin suddenly feels that he should have a responsibility to do something.

(To be continued)