On the third day after the examination, the county government posted the examination list, and all the students on the list can participate in the next Enke Township Examination. As for those students who are not on the list, then go back and forth, of course, if there is interest in watching other people's exams from afar, no one will object.

Early in the morning of this day, the fat man Xue Chi wore gold and silver, and dressed himself like a groom to go to the list.

In fact, this product came to ask Zhu Ping'an to watch the list before dawn, but Zhu Ping'an was not interested, and he was already firmly on the list, so why waste time to watch the list. But the fat man's interest is very strong, this thing has been waiting for this day for too long, and he can't wait to be in the limelight, and he can't help but want to make a fuss in front of the scholar at the table next to him.

Don't pretend to be a teenager.

Zhu Ping'an looked at the fat man's back, and for some reason always felt that there seemed to be a faint thunder rolling in the sky.

Zhu Ping'an and the fat man parted ways at the door of the inn, the fat man went to the official office in high spirits to wait for the release of the examination list, and Zhu Ping'an walked slowly to the woods where he was used to go.

Repeating the previous preparations, he sat down on the stone and laid a black plank on the board and began to practice calligraphy.

The environment is born from the heart, and the heart is like stopping water.

When practicing calligraphy today, Zhu Ping'an felt that he had entered a very wonderful state, and felt that his calligraphy seemed to have entered a realm since the last time Taihu Lake broke through the bottleneck, and this realm could almost be described as superb. The lone sail that had been riding the wind and waves in the sea seemed to suddenly burst into the sky from the sea and soared in the sky.

What can I say about this transcendent realm? It's like the description of swordsmanship in martial arts novels:

When I first learned, I used my hand to make a sword, and sometimes the sword did not obey the call, and even hurt myself. After practicing for a period of time, the hand and sword are one, the sword is made with the heart, and the sword goes with the heart, and the swordsmanship has reached a higher level. The highest level of swordsmanship is the unity of heart and sword, without sword and self. A gesture is a sword. Flying flowers and picking leaves, all are sharp swords. A thin embroidery needle can also withstand three swordsmanship masters, and such swordsmanship can be said to have reached the realm of supernatural swordsmanship.

Now Zhu Ping'an feels that his brush and calligraphy have reached this kind of unity of heart and brush, no pen and no self.

At the beginning, I practiced calligraphy and wrote by hand. There is a process of the pen from not listening to the call of the hand to gradually becoming proficient, and it can further develop to the second realm of the unity of the pen and the hand. At this time, when I write, I feel that the pen is part of the hand. Not writing with a pen, but with a hand. This realm has already been reached by Zhu Ping'an. At this moment, Zhu Ping'an has reached the third realm: the unity of heart and pen, no self and no pen.

This was the case with many famous calligraphers in ancient times.

Wang Xizhi, looking at the posture of the white goose swimming in the water, reached this realm and realized the stunt of "floating goose hook"; Zhang Xu saw the husband fighting for the road, and the grandson and the aunt danced the sword, reaching this realm. From it, I realized the contention of structural dot painting and the interspersed relationship and the speed and rhythm of the brush, and the cursive calligraphy was superb; Huaisu looked at the summer clouds and seawaves, reached this realm, and realized the majestic atmosphere of cursive writing, and the trend of turning over the river and the sea.

When Zhu Ping'an reached this state, he felt that his calligraphy not only had flesh and blood. And there is also an aura, calligraphy has a kind of momentum to ride the wind and waves.

This time. Zhu Ping'an feels that he has a pen or not, a good pen or a bad pen. Even if you give yourself a rotten branch or a dog's tail grass, you can write wonderful calligraphy.

It's a bit of a hard time to get.

Zhu Ping'an splashed water. A little caught up in it and couldn't help myself.

Until the silky light rain fell from the sky, waking up Zhu Ping'an, who had fallen into a calligraphy frenzy.

belch

Is it raining?

Zhu Ping'an, who was practicing calligraphy, raised his head and wiped a handful of raindrops on his forehead.

How long has it been raining? I just felt it. That's all for today.

Zhu Ping'an shook his head, put away the pen and bamboo tube with some reluctance, and got up and walked out of the woods without hurrying. Looking up at the sky, I saw a silky light rain falling from the sky, the raindrops were so small, and the rain curtain was so dense, covering Ying Tiancheng with a white veil like cicada wings.

On the way back to the inn, the rain became heavier and heavier, and the rainwater on the bluestone slab collected into a stream, running along the drainage system of the city, gurgling forward.

Back at the inn, the innkeeper saw that Zhu Ping'an was wet from the rain, so he hurriedly handed over a dry towel for Zhu Ping'an to wipe the rain on his head, and asked the shopkeeper to cook a bowl of ginger soup.

"Thank you to the shopkeeper, Youlao will send a breakfast upstairs by the way." Zhu Ping'an wiped the rain on his head and returned the towel to the shopkeeper to express his gratitude.

"Zhu Gongzi is polite, oh, I almost forgot, just now there was a messenger who reported good news, and Gongzi has passed the scientific examination." The shopkeeper took the towel and was about to turn around and ask the shopkeeper to send a breakfast upstairs, when he suddenly remembered what had just happened, and thanked Zhu Ping'an with a smile on his face.

"Oh, it's so early this time?" Zhu Ping'an was a little surprised.

"It's not, but someone else also said it, saying that it was the matter of arranging the release of the list after reading the papers overnight." The shopkeeper seems to have a good sense of the teacher Zhao.

"Oh, that's right. Well, thank you for the shopkeeper, please send another bucket of hot water. Zhu Ping'an thanked the shopkeeper, asked the shopkeeper to send a bucket of hot water upstairs, and then went upstairs.

Soon, a few shopkeepers brought ginger soup, breakfast, and hot water upstairs. Zhu Ping'an drank ginger soup and ate breakfast, took a simple hot bath, changed into dry clothes, and sat on the desk in front of the window to continue reading.

But the weather outside seems to be getting worse.

Storms, lightning and thunder, heavy rain, like a break in the heavenly river, Zhu Ping'an is really worried that the roof will be smashed. The wind swept the rain like countless whips, and it was pumping hard at the wooden window, and the rain really got into the cracks of the window, and flowed down the windowsill, and the lightning flashed brightly, like a giant python leaping over the clouds, and a thunderstorm exploded outside the window......

Zhu Ping'an had to close the window and move the desk back a few steps.

"Well, it's not like the fat guy is pretending to be too much, is it? Provoked so much thunder. Zhu Ping'an looked out the window and sneered, he felt really right in the morning.

But with the virtue of a fat man, he must be able to pretend to be ten points and not nine points! I just don't know what kind of mood this thing is in when I see the lightning and thunder outside, and I don't know if I dare to continue to install it.

Today's list is released, and it is not far from the Enke Township Test. After Zhu Ping'an moved the table back a few steps, he continued to devote himself to preparing for the exam. Reading a book, waving a pen...... The lightning and thunder outside, the wind and rain, did not hinder him at all. ()