"This is the pavilion body, created by the emperor of the Qing Dynasty, and then carefully ground by the calligraphy, which formed today's pavilion body. Because of the clear font and standardized writing, it has now been used in the imperial examination. The first thing you have to learn is the pavilion style, and other fonts will be copied after you buy a copybook. Wen Fuzi wrote and let Gu Chengyu sit in his seat.

Gu Chengyu felt that it was necessary for him to know more about that Yuan Qing's emperor, he had to find out Yuan Qing's life deeds, and he was now sure that he was a traverser.

"You open the "Thousand Character Text", and I will teach you to read the first few sentences first." Wen Fuzi stood up, "Read along with me!" ”

"Heaven and earth are yellow, and the universe is desolate. The sun and the moon are shining, and Chen Su lists Zhang ......" "Thousand Character Text", eight characters for one sentence. Gu Chengyu followed Wen Fuzi to read the first eight sentences, repeated them a few times, and then stopped.

"You speak these sentences first, and you are proficient in reading, and it is best to be able to recite them. Reading while writing can deepen your impression, so I'll follow the words in the book for the time being, and I'll check it out later. Then, regardless of whether Gu Chengyu remembered it or not, he was busy teaching other students.

Gu Chengyu also knew that there were so many people in the private school, and it was impossible for the master to delay everyone's progress for the sake of one student. He knew all these characters, and as long as he read them carefully and then carefully observed the strokes of the traditional characters, he could firmly remember them in his mind.

Spreading out the paper, Wen Fuzi had already sharpened the ink and dipped the brush in ink, but found that the posture of the little hand holding the brush was not so coordinated. After adjusting for a while, I felt that my posture was barely correct, so I put down my pen. Of course, just writing must not be able to show the skills of the previous life, you have to keep some, although the previous life is often said by the teacher to be more than ingenious, but the neatness should be okay.

After writing down the first four words of "Thousand Words", he took away the pen and hand, and looked at the four big characters on the paper, Gu Chengyu twitched the corners of his mouth, he had never practiced calligraphy since the end of his previous life, and he had never even touched the brush since he had traveled to the Dayan Dynasty, and besides, this little hand was very uncoordinated, and it was a little difficult to grasp the pen.

At such a level, I guess I don't need to keep it, so let's practice hard!

Gu Chengyu picked up the brush and practiced on the spread paper again, and after practicing a few big characters, he slowly found his senses. At this moment, his mind was clear, and he was completely immersed in this flowing feeling.

When Gu Chengyu came back to his senses, he found that Wen Fuzi was already standing at his desk, looking at his words intently. Seeing this, Gu Chengyu hurriedly put down the pen, but found that he had written five large characters, from the beginning of the strokes to the back, more and more upright, until the words in the back actually had a trace of chic charm, that is, maybe the wrist strength was insufficient, and the words written were still a little frivolous and had no backbone.

In the previous life, the teacher judged the lack of aura, after experiencing the end of the world and the passage, it may be that the mood has been improved, or it may be the effect of drinking the spiritual spring regularly. In short, no matter what the reason is, there has been such progress, Gu Chengyu was pleasantly surprised in his heart. Of course, such a word is not good, it can only be said that there is some superficial tactfulness and delicateness, but it lacks introverted style. However, calligraphy is expensive to be practiced in the future.

But when he saw Master Wen standing next to him, Gu Chengyu felt a little troublesome. He just started class today, and he was a peasant kid who didn't know how to write big characters before, and he just picked up the brush and wrote like this, so it doesn't look like a beginner's writing, right? It's also to blame that he was so immersed in such a beautiful feeling just now that he forgot about his surroundings.

Ma Junhui began to pay attention to Wen Fuzi from the time he stood beside Gu Chengyu. Seeing that Gu Chengyu was very involved in practicing calligraphy, he didn't even know that Master Wen was standing beside him. And Mr. Wen didn't bother, he still touched his beard and nodded, even his expression softened a lot, and he even saw a smile in the master's eyes. Is this Gu Chengyu well written? Why does the Master seem satisfied? The bookcase was so far away that he couldn't see what he was writing......

Wen Fuzi picked up these papers full of words, and looked at Gu Chengyu's handwriting that was a little messy at first, but later he had a flying demeanor. Even Master Wen had to marvel, some things have to pay attention to talent after all, and it is rare for a beginner to be able to practice like this.

"The font tends to be soft and delicate, and at first glance it looks a little beautiful, but it loses its strength. I think you still have some talent in calligraphy, but despite this talent, you can't be complacent. It is necessary to know that in ancient times, there were not no talented people, but in the end, they were all wiped out. I hope you can guard against arrogance and rashness, and you will not slack off in the future. Wen Fuzi put down the paper and said his heartfelt exhortation to Gu Chengyu.

"Thank you, sir, for your teaching! Students should practice diligently in the future, and never dare to slack off. It's just that in the future, I have to ask the master for advice. ”

The students in Class C had already whispered beside them, and Ma Junhui had already stopped practicing the pen, and the right hand holding the pen looked a little white because of the force. In the past, only his words in Class C were often praised by Mr., and the content of the praise was only good and the like, far less profound and detailed than today's master's comments on Gu Chengyu's words, it seems that this Gu Chengyu should not be underestimated. Then I felt a little gloomy in my heart, if he had studied two years earlier, I am afraid that he would have already been promoted to Class B, how could he still be in the company of these gentlemen who don't learn all day long?

"Just come to me in the future, but you can memorize these sentences that you just asked you to memorize?"

"Back to the master, I have already memorized it." Gu Chengyu knew that at the beginning, it was just a test of the master's qualifications for the student, and he would adjust it according to the student's learning ability in the future. So he can't care if it's too high-profile! Because he didn't want to waste too much time in Class C, memorization was his strong point, and he preferred to spend his time on the Four Books and the Five Classics or other miscellaneous studies of interest.

"Then you carry it!" Wen Fuzi put his hands behind his back, and his eyes implied some expectations.

"Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang ,......" The immature children's voice echoed in the somewhat quiet room, the words were round, not a word fell, and the word was good.

As soon as I finished memorizing it, one of the students said, "Wow! The earth screamed, and the conversation became louder.

Ma Junhui felt that he was more nervous than Gu Chengyu just now, he didn't know what he was nervous about, and he didn't know what he was looking forward to, seeing Gu Chengyu fluently recite what he had learned before, he suddenly felt a little disappointed. The master only taught it twice, and Gu Chengyu was able to memorize it all in only about a quarter of an hour, and he could also get praise from the master in writing, such a qualification is really enviable!

originally thought that Ye Zhiqiu, who had just been promoted to Class B, relied on early enlightenment and hard study, and his qualifications were indeed inferior to his, but what did Gu Chengyu say now? Did he really have that kind of enviable talent for reading?

Ma Junhui looked at the brush in his hand that was originally going to write and was dipped in ink, and dripped a few drops of ink, staining the paper into a ball of ink, and the ink had blurred a large piece of the original handwriting on it.