"Stop writing!"

I don't know how long it took, just listening to Lin Hu in the center of the field, hundreds of Confucian disciples who were working hard all froze, and then stopped what they were doing.

Lin Hu noticed that although there were still many disciples who were frowning and pondering, or standing with their heads held high, more of them still breathed a sigh of relief.

He was not surprised by the performance of the others, so he went straight to the leftmost desk in the first row, and walked to the right in turn, checking the calligraphy that the disciples had just finished writing on the table.

For a long time, the people in the land of the Southern Wilderness have maintained the customs and habits of ancient times and even ancient times, and even the composition of forces is still a tribal system that has long disappeared in Dongzhou.

Most of these newly enrolled disciples can be said to be geniuses selected from their tribal peers who are tens of thousands of miles away from the academy, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are one out of 100,000 miles, just in terms of qualifications, the worst estimate is more than one step stronger than Lin Hu at the beginning.

This is the advantage of having no competitors, in a place like Dali, this kind of good seedlings have long been scavenged, and it is not the turn of Zhuang Yuyuan to pick and choose here.

After all, talent is not a cabbage, you can have it if you want it, and the competition for outstanding disciples, from the major dynasties to the various academies and sects, will not be easily conceded.

However, no matter how talented these disciples are, it is not so easy for them to become familiar with Confucianism in a short period of time when they have lived in the primitive society of the tribe since they were children.

After walking down in a circle, Lin Hu wondered, obviously he was teaching regular script, regular script!

But...... What did these disciples write?

I only saw that on the white paper, there were crooked and slanted lines. The earthworm-like lines are not so much words as children's masterpieces after graffiti, and occasionally a few of them seem to be written, but with a strong wild grass style, people don't know what they are writing.

Beginners. Although he was unhappy, Lin Hu didn't blame these disciples for anything, continued to be patient, and looked back, maybe there would be surprises.

Gather together!

Suddenly, a strange "black" piece of paper appeared in his field of vision, except for the corners of the paper that still had traces of the original white paper, and there was a vertical pen shaft stuck in the middle, and the pen head was completely submerged in the table.

So, Lin Hu looked up. I saw that the owner of this blank piece of paper was a barbarian disciple who was about two meters four tall and had a tiger's back, and in front of him, Lin Hu was like a child who had not grown up.

Seeing Lin Hu's opinion, this barbarian disciple who wore Confucian clothes into a "jin" costume smiled innocently, touched the back of his head and said, "That, Teacher Lin, when you shout to stop." I was excited, accidentally. He pressed the pen into the table......"

Get!

After listening to this child's explanation, Lin Hu's sweat was about to flow out, and the words he just wanted to ask immediately choked again, and the strength of the barbarian was really nothing, so he had to nod speechlessly and continue to look down.

After watching dozens of people in a row, Lin Hu still didn't see any satisfactory works. Just when he was a little disheartened and thought that this was it, suddenly, a very unique page of calligraphy appeared in his field of vision.

To say that it is unique is compared to the previous works, if you look at it purely from the perspective of calligraphy. The font on this is not good, but it can only be said to be good.

However, everything is afraid of comparison, and when he thinks of the crazy cursive calligraphy of the previous disciples, Lin Hu feels that this person's calligraphy is as bright and dazzling as the scarab in the field.

"Good!"

Lin Hu not only gave twenty-three praises in his heart, but also prepared to praise this classmate with words of beauty, so that everyone could use this as an example to encourage, however, the appearance of this calligraphy master made him stunned.

"This classmate, your eyes ......"

As soon as the words came out, Lin Hu felt that something was wrong, and was thinking about how to explain, only to hear this disciple say quite shyly: "Teacher, I am Moren." ”

As soon as the crisp voice came out, Lin Hu knew that this man's dressed and delicate disciple who was a little too much was actually a female disciple, she was no different from a normal person, and her face was very cute, but in her eyes, it was a little surprising.

A pair of eyes are as black as ink, extremely deep, and you can't see a trace of the whites of your eyes, so at a glance, you think you're blind, however, as long as you think of the ink people she said, it's not surprising.

The Mo people belong to the alien people, of course, they have little to do with the Mo family, if you really want to talk about history, the Mo people have existed for more time than the Mo family.

It is recorded in ancient books that the Inhuman race has been a branch of the human race since ancient times, and it is the hero who helped the human race to stand up.

I don't know how many aliens were exterminated along with their country, and the aliens did not escape, but fortunately, because they were regarded as a branch of the human race, although some of them were destroyed and their tribes were disbanded, few of them were uprooted like aliens.

For this period of history, the ancient books are not too detailed, Lin Hu only knew that many sages of the hundred schools had been instructed to let the people treat strangers well, and it was like this that the Southern Wilderness Branch recruited a lot of stranger disciples, which was rare in Dongzhou and even Zhongzhou.

According to the characteristics described in the classics, the whole body of the Mo people is as black as ink, and even the skin is no exception, which can be said to be darker than the black people.

And like this female student, only her eyes are black, and the rest is no different from ordinary people, but she has never heard of it, and it is no wonder that Lin Hu did not recognize it at first.

However, one thing is true, that is, Mo Ren is naturally good at pen and ink calligraphy and painting, which can be seen from the level of these disciples who were at the same time as her.

"I see, what's your name?"

Hearing Lin Hu's question, this ink girl was obviously a little nervous, "Learn...... The student's name is Mo Yebai. ”

Ink night white?

Fair-skinned ink man, well, this name is quite suitable for her, Lin Hu nodded and said: "Mo Ye Bai is, yes, I remember you, if you have any doubts about calligraphy, you can ask me for advice." ”

After that, Lin Hu continued his work, checking the disciples' "homework", he didn't know that the speaker had no intention of listening to the heart, and his casual two words made the female disciple of the ink man a little panicked.

She looked at Lin Hu's departing back, her dark eyes couldn't see any expression, but the hands under the table grabbed the placket between her legs.

Immediately afterwards, she took out a book from her arms, looked at it intently, and saw the four big characters "A Chinese Ghost Story" written on it, I don't know what she thought, and a red cloud unconsciously appeared on her cheeks.

......

"Ahem!"

At the end of the inspection, Lin Hu could barely see a few words that looked like words, but they were far worse than Mo Yebai, and as their calligraphy teacher, he naturally felt that his face was dull.

So, our teacher Lin was angry and began to lecture: "Lin Mou saw the efforts of all the classmates, and he was very pleased, but calligraphy, the most important thing is in practice, well, as long as any of you can reach the same level of calligraphy as Mo Yebai, I will teach that person a set of calligraphy skills." ”

Seeing that these people were indifferent, Lin Hu paused again and said, "This is a pen recipe that helped a certain scholar to enlighten the Dao!"

Book Saint?

"Teacher, this ...... Is this true? We don't read much, so don't fool me. Some of the disciples said excitedly.

"The gentleman does not lose his mouth, it is naturally true, I can tell you, this book saint is named Wang Xizhi, and this set of pen recipes is called Yongzi Eight Methods!"

Although they didn't know Wang Xizhi, and they hadn't heard of any Yongzi Eight Laws, but looking at Lin Hu's serious appearance, it should be right.

"Whoa!!"

As soon as I thought of the word "book saint", this group of people who had just entered the academy, re-established their world view, and had dreams in their hearts, couldn't hold back anymore, and shouted with red faces one by one, eager to be a new person from now on and practice calligraphy well.

Seeing that everyone's appetite was fished, our teacher Lin naturally nodded with satisfaction, looking like a fish on the hook. (To be continued.) )