Xiao Zheng regrets it very much now, regrets it so much that he wants to slap his mouth, regrets why he wrote a Song style, even if he copied a flying white style, no matter how bad the handwriting is, he will be scolded by Mr. A few words. It's okay now, every morning after five watches, the old man was picked up on time to practice pen power as soon as the day dawned, and he wanted to sleep lazy, no problem, the old man didn't know where to find a jujube stick that was more than three feet long, the thickness of the thumb and the thief's sturdy jujube stick, see you sleep lazy and split the head and cover the brain is a mess. Find someone to make a wooden shelf more than a foot high and put it on the waist-high side of the well platform, and found two wooden sticks to make the length of the brush, just put it vertically into the shelf, the upper and lower sides of the shelf are covered with a wooden board, the wooden stick of the length of the brush is erected inside and leaves a gap of half a finger width, the two ends of the wooden stick are dipped in ink, and a brick of seven or eight catties is tied to each wrist, Xiao Zheng holds a wooden stick in one hand and puts it into the wooden box vertically, and the upper and lower can not touch the wooden board, This posture is one hour in the morning and one hour in the evening, and the old man is good anywhere, but once it comes to learning, he immediately becomes iron-faced and selfless.

The children who went to school were very curious when they saw Xiao Zheng like this, but seeing that he was beaten by Mr.'s stick and screamed, they immediately learned to study obediently, and even read and write a little more energetically, for fear that Mr. would fall on himself with his wooden stick. For a while, the babies made a lot of progress in their studies, and the happy gentleman called these babies also know that they have studied diligently, only Xiao Zheng wants to cry without tears, these babies are frightened by the living chicken-killing monkeys in front of them!

I thought that Mr. could find an opportunity to steal a little lazy when he was in class, but he didn't expect that as soon as Mr. was in class, he let Jin'er look at him, and he was often beaten by Jin'er if he was not careful, no matter how Xiao Zheng said good things to Jin'er's eyes, Jin'er didn't seem to hear it, and the angry Xiao Zheng gritted his teeth but was helpless against Jin'er. Lou Shide saw Xiao Zheng like this, his eyes showed sympathy and seemed to have a trace of envy, Xiao Zheng grinned and said to Lou Shide: "Do you want to try it too?" Lou Shide just wanted to reply, but saw that Mr. coughed lightly, and immediately focused on reading, but his hand did not stop, picked up the pen and wrote a big "no" on the paper, and stood up to show Xiao Zheng, so angry that Xiao Zheng's eyes were on fire, and he was stunned for a moment The wooden stick touched the board, dang! was beaten by Jin'er again. Xiao's mother, who has always loved herself, seems to have changed as a person, and often asks Jin'er if she is tired, otherwise she will sit down and drink some water and then fight, this is her mother! Xiao Zheng lamented in his heart.

Two months have passed, and it is time to harvest the rice. Xiao Zheng was originally an excellent surgeon, his hand was very stable in his previous life, but he changed his body and adapted again, after two months of experience, his hand slowly stabilized, Xiao Zheng also slowly discovered the benefits of maintaining stability in this way, two months later, even if he hung two bricks on his wrist, he could stay steadily for two hours, this method of making his hand stable was also integrated into his consciousness, and now Xiao Zheng felt that an artistic conception was indeed slowly rising in his heart.

As the hand stabilized, the number of beatings became less and less, only leaving a shadow on the stick, and when he saw Mr. holding it in his hand, he dodged it far away, so that Xiao's mother couldn't help but laugh when she saw it. Seeing that Xiao Zheng's posture and gestures holding the pen had become very stable, Mr. could also chat with himself about a few words of "Lisao" or "Chu Ci", praising Xiao Zheng's talent for calligraphy and shortening the time of daily practice by an hour.

In the following days, Mr. took Xiao Zheng to the bottom of the cliff every day, watched the cliff sit and chatted about some ancient classics, sometimes took him to the top of the mountain to watch the clouds and mist rolling at sunrise and sunset, and sometimes took him to the top of the cliff to watch the ancient vines climbing on the stone wall. The two seemed to have a leisurely day for more than a month, and one day after dinner, Mr. suddenly asked Xiao Zheng: "I took you to watch the cliff and see the clouds these days, have you realized something?" Xiao Zheng scratched his head and thought about it and said, "The student is really stupid, these days I just thought that Mr. took me to teach the disciples outside of class, but I really didn't understand anything?" ”

"Didn't you realize anything?!" The old gentleman walked up to Xiao Zheng and pointed at him and said angrily: "Bastard thing! Do you think the old man has the leisure to take care of you for more than a month? I thought that with your intelligence in more than a month, you could completely understand some calligraphy things, but I didn't expect you to be a tour, you bastard, angry old man! So saying, the old gentleman picked up the stick with his hand. Xiao Zheng saw that Mr. had a tendency to run rampant again, and suddenly rushed out of the door, and said to the right gentleman: "Sir, please calm your anger, the disciple is really stupid this time, and I don't realize your hard work." The gentleman took the stick and looked at the man hiding outside the door and said, "You come in for me!" Xiao Zheng's angry gentleman said: "Sir, if you have something to discuss, you calm your anger first, don't get angry and break your body, put down the stick first." The performance of the two people provoked Jin'er, who was standing on the side and watching the excitement, covering her mouth and snickering.

I saw that the old gentleman said to Xiao Zheng again: "I'll let you come over!" Xiao Zheng said to Mr., "You put down the stick first, sir." looked at the stick in his hand and said to Xiao Zheng: "You come in, I won't beat you." Xiao Zheng slowly rubbed into the door, only to see the gentleman say to him, "You sit down." Carefully glancing at the stick in his hand, he slowly sat down on the couch.

Li Wenbo also sat opposite him and said: "I have taken you to the bottom of the cliff for more than a month, so that you can see the peak falling stones, see what kind of momentum the stones fall from the heights, and let you feel the writing of the middle point of calligraphy." To let you see the sunrise or sunset is to see the arrangement and rolling of the clouds, so that you can feel how the thousands of miles of clouds expand to the sky, let you understand how the words are arranged on paper, and understand the process of how ink is rendered on paper. Let you go to see the ancient trees, rattans, plates, and stones to understand the strength of the vines and roots on the stone wall, to experience the movement of the pen and the movement of the pen..., but you take my hard work as a tour of the mountains and rivers, you don't learn and don't know how to do things." After finishing speaking, he stood up again, and Xiao Zheng was startled by Mr. Together, he just wanted to get up and run out again, but he didn't expect Mr. to say to him: "You sit for me, I won't beat you this time." After finishing speaking, he turned around and went to the back room to get three volumes of silk books, Xiao Zheng looked at Mr. blankly, and then looked at the three-axis silk book is framed in silk very carefully but there is a simple atmosphere, at a glance it is a few years old, I saw Mr. looked at these two books stunned for a while, and said with a long sigh: "These three volumes of silk books are the Eastern Han Dynasty Cai Yong's own handwritten "Pen Theory" and "Nine Potentials" and "Seal Potential", which is a gift from the master at that time, and what is said in the book is the mystery and essence of calligraphy, The old man gave you the guidance to practice calligraphy in the future, you should cherish it, you should memorize it for me well, and if you are as lazy as before, the old man will beat you to death."

Sitting at the table and opening the "Pen Theory", Xiao Zheng saw that the scroll was covered with the collection mark of the two kings and sons of the calligraphers of the Jin Dynasty, and his heart jumped suddenly. Seeing that Mr. loved him, Xiao Zheng was also very moved, so he knelt down and bowed deeply to Mr. and said: "The student is confused for a while and misunderstands Mr.'s painstaking efforts, and the student does not make your old man angry and angry, and the student promises to study these three strategies carefully in the future and live up to Mr. expectations." I saw the old gentleman stroke his beard and said: "The old man does not blame you, but in the future, you should study calligraphy based on these three volumes, and seriously understand what the old man told you just now, the words you practice may not be achieved in a short period of time, as long as the direction is right and persist, he will be able to reach the avenue in the day, the old man sees you as very talented, don't waste it, remember that these three volumes are the world's treasures in calligraphy, don't show it easily, collect it well, or waste the old man's hard work." Xiao Zheng said respectfully to Mr. "Mr. Xie is very kind! ”