Feng Ya smiled knowingly and sighed: "Since that's the case, then I'll give you a divination, lest you go back and be unable to explain." ”

Long Yutian immediately leaned over slightly and said, "Thank you, Mr. for making it complete." ”

Feng Ya didn't say anything polite to him, turned around and lightly instructed Feng Qi: "Go and prepare pen, ink, paper, and inkstone." ”

"Yes." Feng Qi turned and walked to the bookcase by the wall.

Feng Ya got up and got down and carefully sorted out the clothes on her body.

Long Yutian stood beside him, and suddenly said as if unintentionally: "Yesterday in the police station, the little nephew happened to meet the new apprentice of Mr. ”

Feng Qi, who was standing in front of the bookcase, was bowing his head to prepare what the master was going to use, and he paused slightly when he heard the words, and then quietly pricked up his ears.

Feng Ya turned to look at Long Yutian, put her hands behind her back, and said indifferently: "You should have heard, my conditions for accepting apprentices are a bit strange, first of all, we must look at the edge, then the character, and finally the talent, my little Liu'er is the same, maybe she is inconspicuous in your eyes, but I feel that I have a fate with her, so I left her." ”

Long Yutian hooked the corners of his mouth meaningfully, "Sir, this is modest, which of your apprentices is not the best among people?" This little sixth brother, I'm afraid that she is also beyond the ordinary. ”

Feng Ya listened, but smiled silently.

At this time, Feng Qi suddenly raised his voice and said, "Master, everything is ready." ”

Feng Ya nodded, and said to Long Yutian: "Virtuous nephew, let's start, don't let the old lady wait at home for a long time." ”

With that, he turned around and walked towards the bookcase.

Long Yutian followed unhurriedly.

Feng Ya walked behind the bookcase, sat down slowly, stretched out her hand and pushed the rice paper placed on the table forward, and said to Long Yutian with a smile: "Come, Ah Yu, write a word at will." ”

It seems that this is going to be a word test.

Long Yutian didn't speak, walked to the bookcase, put the snow-white rice paper in front of him, lowered his head and thought for a moment, picked up a brush, skillfully dipped it in ink, and wrote a word on the rice paper.

Then, Long Yutian put down the brush and gently pushed the rice paper back in front of Feng Ya.

Feng Ya looked down at the words on the rice paper, and couldn't help but secretly marvel, he really didn't expect that this kid would write such a good hand.

As far as he knew, the Long family was a family of generals, and although the children of the family were required to be familiar with the art of war for generations, there were no strict requirements for writing.

Therefore, Long Haisheng, the old man of Long, and Long Aoxing, the father of Long Yutian, in Feng Ya's eyes, their words are not very good, and they can only be regarded as barely able to see them......

However, Long Yutian's words are different.

Feng Ya only glanced at it, and knew that the font used by Long Yutian was a font that spread in the Xuanyuan Kingdom more than a thousand years ago, and later generations named it Xuanyuan style.

It is said that this font is also the original of a certain emperor of Xuanyuan Kingdom, the style of the font is very grandiose, every stroke contains a peculiar style and bones, both the lonely arrogance of the literati and the heroism of the rivers and lakes, and therefore, it has been very loved and respected by the literati and ink writers for thousands of years.

It's just a pity that this font is extremely difficult to copy, and so far, many people can only imitate the shape of Xuanyuan, but they can't imitate its style and charm.