Leaving the palace, Fu Ran wandered alone on the street, originally Wang Yi planned to send someone to follow, worried that Hu Tianao would be unfavorable to him, but he refused.

The shot at the auction venue had already made Hu Tianao jealous of him, and when he didn't figure out his identity, he thought that even if Hu Tianao was the son of the city lord, he wouldn't come to Hu Lai.

Putting aside a qiē, Fu Ran was like a child, walking on the street, looking at the surrounding qiē, with a look of interest in his eyes.

At this moment, Fu Ran suddenly paused, and his eyes fell on a shop not far away.

This is a painting shop, and an old man dressed in plain clothes is painting at this time, seeing this scene, Fu Ran chuckled and shook his head, although this painting and painting symbols have something in common, but there are thousands of miles away, the two cannot be compared.

However, when he was about to turn away, he suddenly turned back, pondered for a moment, and walked towards the painting shop.

If there are similarities, why not take a look?

With this thought, Fu Ran came to the painting shop, but the old man in the shop did not come forward to greet him, perhaps because he was painting, and he didn't find Fu Ran without distractions, or he saw that Fu Ran was just a child, not like a buyer.

And Fu Ran was indeed not a buyer of paintings, he just stood aside like this, quietly staring at the pen in the old man's hand and the painting on the paper.

From time to time, the old man paints lightly with ink, and the movements are smooth and smooth, which is the foundation of perennial painting.

The old man seems to be relaxed, but there is another world in the painting, the mountains and flowing water seem to be in the far distance, which makes people not real, and the small bridge and flowing water in front of the treetops of the yellow warbler are like the real one.

The two converge on one paper, but they are so coordinated, neither of them can be missing, so that Fu Ran, who doesn't know much about painting, can't help but nod his head and show appreciation.

When the old man's last stroke fell, he looked back at Fu Ran, saw the look in his eyes, and chuckled: "Does the young master also paint?"

Asked by the old man, Fu Ran nodded and said, "Yes, it's just different from the old man's painting." ”

"Then it seems that the young master is also a person who loves painting!" the old man smiled.

Hearing this, Fu Ran shook his head and said: "Old man, you are wrong, I do know how to paint, but I haven't even stepped into the threshold, I can paint but I don't like to paint, I don't know how to paint but I love to paint, does the old man know that I love to paint?"

The old man was slightly stunned, then shook his head with a smile, and did not answer Fu Ran's question, but said: "Those who love painting may not necessarily paint, but those who can paint must love painting, those who love painting may not know how to paint, those who understand painting may not necessarily paint, but those who can paint must know how to paint." ”

The old man paused, and then said: "I see the young master here to watch me paint, must be a person who understands painting, how can a person who doesn't understand painting waste time here, since the young master knows painting, then he must love painting, both love painting and understand painting, presumably the young master is learning to paint now, I don't know what the old man said?"

Fu Ran's face changed, and he saluted the old man with both hands, and said, "I want to hear it in detail!"

The old man nodded, put his hands behind his back, raised his head slightly, seemed to be admiring the painting on the wall, seemed to be thinking about other things, and only then did he speak: "If you want to paint a good painting, the most important thing is not how skillful the technique is, but the most important thing is the heart when painting." ”

Heart!

Fu Ran nodded slightly, and the old man also said that the most important thing for the talisman master is also the heart, especially the state of mind when drawing the talisman, and he must be in a state of not being alarmed.

Although the two are different, they have something in common: they are both paintings, one is for people to see, and the other is for the enemy.

"When the young master came in just now, the old man found it, but he didn't stop the pen in his hand, because once the old man stopped, he might be able to finish the painting, but it must be different from now, not impatient, tepid, as a painting with such a mentality, then even if it fails, it will not be far from success. The old man said.

Fu Ran seemed to understand something, saluted the old man again, and then turned to leave.

Leaving the painting shop, Fu Ran had no intention of returning to the palace and continued to move forward.

Entering the store, a middle-aged man is writing in front of the wooden case at this time, the pen is vigorous and powerful, but the pen is frivolous and floating, but the whole is smooth, in one go.

Seeing this, Fu Ran chuckled, came to the wooden case, and flew with a pen, but after a few breaths, a vigorous word "sword" appeared, and at this moment, the middle-aged man had already put down the pen in his hand, looked at the white paper in front of Fu Ran, and nodded with a chuckle.

"The young master is a good skill, he can write such domineering words at such an age, it seems that the young master has a lot of ambition!" the middle-aged man praised.

Hearing this, Fu Ran raised his eyebrows lightly and asked, "Why do you say this?"

The middle-aged man did not answer Fu Ran's question, framed the written words, and then said: "Looking at words is like looking at people, how can the words of the village man be compared with the words of the emperor?

Fu Ran shook his head and said, "The kid just has a hobby for this calligraphy, and he is here to ask for advice on how to write a good hand." ”

In this regard, the middle-aged man was noncommittal, and said: "I also said just now, words are like people, if you want to write a good hand, you don't just practice words every day, some people can't do it after practicing words for a lifetime, and some people write for the first time and are a blockbuster, and the difference is that the two are in different moods." ”

"What's the difference?" Fu Ran asked.

"I see that the young master is not turning his attention when he writes, and he is engrossed, but I don't know where the young master has put his spirit?" asked the middle-aged rhetorically.

"Naturally, the spirit is all on the word. Fu Ran replied without thinking.

The middle-aged man shook his head and said: "Wrong, the essence of writing is not in the words, nor in the pen, let alone on the paper, put the spirit on the pen, is afraid that you will not control it well, put the spirit on the paper, is afraid of being affected, but put the spirit on the word, is afraid of failure because of a little negligence, if you can write good words in this way, then everyone in the world is not a master?"

Hearing this, Fu Ran lowered his head and pondered, seeing this, the middle-aged man stopped talking and continued to be busy with his own affairs.

After a long time, Fu Ran came back to his senses, and after saluting the middle-aged man, he left, and this time, his target was the palace.

After the guidance of the old man who painted and the middle-aged man who wrote, Fu Ran already understood something, it turned out that he thought he had done a good job, but he was wrong, he did a good job but did it wrong, no matter how good it was, what was the use?

"Little one, it seems that you understand!" Halfway through, the old man suddenly spoke.

Fu Ran chuckled lightly and said, "Whether it is painting or writing, in fact, it is the same as drawing talismans, no matter how good it is, what is the use? What if there is a good talisman pen? What about a good talisman paper? The most important thing is to have the heart of drawing talismans!"

"Why do you say that?" asked with a smile.

"I was originally careful to put down the pen, trying to control the charm without a trace of error, including the control of Xuanli, including speed, strength, and weight, but I was wrong, and the fault was that I cared too much about these things, and I failed because I cared too much about these things. Fu Ran said.

When the voice fell, Fu Ran heard the laughter of the burning old man in his heart, and there was appreciation in his voice.

"Little guy, congratulations, now you, I think you already have the requirements of a first-grade talisman master, if you draw talismans now, you should be successful. The old man laughed.

Back at the palace, Fu Ran locked himself in the room directly.

In the room, Fu Ran looked at the white paper floating in front of him, felt the fluctuation of the mysterious power emanating from it, chuckled, turned it over with one hand, and the rune pen appeared in his hand, without any hesitation, and at the moment of the pen, the pen head flew on the rune paper.

There was no pause, no effort to control it, Fu Ran at this moment was like drawing talismans at random, and the power continued to flow out of the pen, but behind the paper, there were red runes.

A trace of silver can still be seen in these runes, but these did not attract Fu Ran's attention at this moment, at this moment he smiled lightly, his movements were light, and he didn't even think about whether the runes he drew were right, whether there would be a mistake and failure, and even for a moment, he even forgot that he was drawing a rune.

Time passed in an instant, and it didn't take long for Fu Ran to pass after the last stroke, the light flashed, and all the runes were fixed on the rune paper, which also represented the completion of a complete rune.

"It turns out that the more you want to control zhì, it means that the closer you are to failure, and the feeling of a first-grade talisman is not bad!"

Fu Ran's voice came from the room.