In order to hone Lin Fusheng's mind, Li Fuzi created a set of Dafa for cultivating the mind. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Since then, in the Master's Courtyard, no matter the cloudy weather, wind and snow, hot and cold, Lin Fusheng must sit in the courtyard and practice calligraphy.

He tried every way to keep himself focused and not distracted by the outside world.

However, how is that possible.

Just when he was about to concentrate on writing, Li Yan'er, who was not far from him, seemed to have been beaten with chicken blood, and kept shouting and drinking, turning over the river and the sea.

As soon as Lin Fusheng lowered his head, he could glimpse that red light, pushing a stone the size of an egg, flew straight to the top of his brain.

Lin Fusheng was almost scared silly.

But the stone, just reached the center of his eyebrows, and before it touched the skin, he heard a "whoosh" sound, and the stone was taken back. Immediately, not far from him, Li Yan'er's "giggle" laughter was heard.

Lin Fusheng was shocked, hesitated and turned his head, looking at Li Fuzi, but saw that Li Fuzi was looking around aimlessly. It's as if you don't see what's going on here.

It seems that the old man is going to ignore it.

All right. Lin Fusheng suppressed his shock, and then, taking a deep breath, he was ready to fight.

He bowed his head again, lifted the pen, and was just about to write with luck, but suddenly felt a strong wind in front of him, and his eyes suddenly turned red. Li Yan'er danced in front of him, flying up and down, not only blocking his vision, but also disturbing his mind, making him completely unable to put into the pen.

Li Fuzi's good intentions really made Lin Fusheng mentally devastated, and he was a little crazy by Li Yan'er.

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The sun rises and the moon sets, the flowers bloom again, the years are like streams, flowing quietly, and in the blink of an eye, the little guy who used to sit at the low table and practice calligraphy with fear has now grown into an eleven or twelve-year-old half-sized child. has grown taller, and the originally cute and innocent little round face has now become a little handsome. The only thing that remains unchanged is the dress of the green cloth robe.

Lin Fusheng smiled, calmly waved the brush in his hand, lowered his eyebrows, and practiced calligraphy calmly.

Suddenly, a stone flew from his side, straight for his temple. If this is fought and a hole is not drilled in his head, I am afraid that he will have to smash a hole.

It was such a thrilling moment, and when he looked at Lin Fusheng again, he looked disapplieving, only casually glanced at the flying stone when he was dipping in ink, and then bent the corners of his mouth, looking so disdainful. It seems that the flying thing is not a stone, not even an egg, at most just a small ball of cotton.

I saw that the stone flew quickly, but when it was about to touch Lin Fusheng's head, it was suddenly pulled back by a force. The stone, with a red glow, was received into the hands of a little girl.

"Humph! And it didn't scare you! It's not fun. ”

Li Yan'er has now changed from a little girl with a hint of baby fat to a slim girl. Thin eyebrows and big eyes, pink and tender face, there is also a curved, peach-like pink lips. The little girl combed her sideburns, had neat bangs on her forehead, short clothes and trousers, tiger skin boots, and was red and gorgeous, looking very capable and spiritual.

"Sister Yan'er, you've been playing this trick for more than five years, and I'm not afraid of it for a long time!" When Lin Fusheng heard Li Yan'er's words, he stopped the pen in his hand, raised his head and said, "You should also change something fresh!" ”

Li Yan'er pouted, then ran to Lin Fusheng, the corners of her mouth bent, and threw Chaotian Aya out, and then danced around Lin Fusheng. The red silk is like a fire dragon, printed with the sunshine of early spring, sometimes bright and sometimes dark, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and people who go straight around are dazzled.

Li Yan'er danced up and down, but when she saw Lin Fusheng just smiled lightly and shook her head, Fu was dipped in ink again, and then picked up the pen and wrote, as if sitting quietly in a no-man's land, with an indifferent expression, not shocked or angry, smooth and free.

Li Yan'er waved for a while, tired and panting, but saw that Lin Fusheng ignored her, so she withdrew her hand, clapped her hands on the table, stared at Lin Fusheng angrily, and said, "Hmph! I don't believe that Brother Fusheng can sit here and write all the time! ”

Lin Fusheng has long been accustomed to Li Yan'er's deliberate troublemaking, and every time he sees her angry like a fried little fighting, he has an incomparable sense of accomplishment. "Hehe, could it be that Sister Yan'er has come up with a new trick again?"

Li Yan'er bit her lip and thought for a while, then suddenly her eyes rolled and she had an idea. "Haha, there is!" After that, Li Yan'er took an arrow step and ran to the kitchen.

Lin Fusheng sneered, shook his head, and shouted at Li Yan'er in the kitchen: "Sister Yan'er, I just got full, it's useless to tempt me with food." After saying that, he lowered his head and began to write.

After several years of experience, when Lin Fusheng writes, he can really not be disturbed by external objects and concentrate. But this time, he was writing seriously, but he suddenly felt itching in his ears and eyes, and when he looked sideways, he found that it was Li Yan'er squatting next to him, pinching a chicken feather in his hand, and constantly stirring his ears.

"Oops, it's itching!" The itching of his ears and eyes made Lin Fusheng no longer calm, and hurriedly put down the pen and picked up his ears.

At this moment, Li Yan'er was considered to have succeeded, and happily clapped her hands and smiled: "Ha, finally, let me win you again." How's that, you can't write it down, can you? Haha......"

"No one can bear this trick of yours." Lin Fusheng picked his ears and muttered to himself.

As I get older, my ears become more and more sensitive, and I can't stand a girl's scratch like this. This scratched not only the ears, but also the heart.

"Yan'er, are you naughty again?"

Hearing a deep and hoarse voice, Li Fuzi walked out of the room. "I said that you are only allowed to practice martial arts next to you, who told you to tickle people with chicken feathers?"

This Master Li has a regular life, goes to bed early and gets up early, and only deals with a group of children all day long, so he doesn't bother much. Therefore, although it has been more than five years, there seems to be no mark on his face. The bones of the body are still so strong.

"Whoever called Brother Fusheng sat there, he couldn't move, and he couldn't let him play with me." Li Yan'er stood up and said coquettishly.

Li Fuzi smiled lightly and shook his head, and then ordered: "Yan'er, you go and make a pot of tea, I have something to say to Fusheng." ”

"Hmm!" Yan'er answered and jumped away.

"Echo, let's stop here today."

"Yes, Master." Lin Fusheng responded, then rolled the rice paper on the table aside, and put the things in the study room to the side of the low table.