Seeing that hundreds of disciples were all whetted by the word "book saint" in his mouth at once, Teacher Lin was very satisfied, and in this way, it was not in vain that he took great pains.

Of course, this is also related to everyone's cognition, after staying in the academy for so long, especially Confucianism, even if it was really just a vulgar and ignorant Southern Barbarian, now he has a deep understanding and awe of the word "sage".

A long time ago, some Confucian predecessors said to them that there were many masters among Confucianism, and in ancient times, there was a sage who was alone against an army of millions of demons, so he held a brush and drew a long river of nothingness composed of space storms, which simply blocked the demon army for half a month and dragged it until the arrival of reinforcements.

This kind of god and demon style that shakes thousands of troops and horses with the power of one person, any junior can't help but yearn for it when he hears it, and in everyone's mind, this character who is called a book saint by his own teacher must also be that kind of god, and it may even be even more unattainable.

However, if everyone knew that the "Book Saint" in their hearts was just an ordinary person with no mana, they didn't know what kind of expression it would be.

However, Lin Hu didn't break it up, in his previous life, Wang Xizhi was not recognized by the world as a book saint, but he would not explain the difference between this book saint to these people.

"Old ...... Teacher, can you tell us about the deeds of this sage?"

"Yes, yes, why haven't I heard of his old man's name before?"

"Stupid, that's your ignorance, ignorance, but the teacher must know. ”

......

"This, uh. ”

Seeing that this group of little cubs all looked like curious babies, and kept asking him about the deeds of the book saint Wang Xizhi, Lin Hu couldn't help but have a headache, but he still had to say what he had to say, he couldn't say that he didn't know, right?

Ponder a little. Lin Hu said slowly: "Well, I only learned about the deeds of this book saint by accident, but I don't know much, so I'll tell you the story about this trick." ”

In the Chinese folk, the story of the eight laws of Yongzi has a long history and is rumored. The calligrapher Wang Xizhi once went to Tiantai Mountain and was deeply attracted by the scenery there, so he stayed on the top of the mountain, where he admired the wonders of the sunrise and the sea of clouds and fog all day long, and obtained calligraphy inspiration from it.

He practiced calligraphy tirelessly every day, kept washing pens and inkstones, and finally dyed a clear pool of water black.

Late one night, Wang Xizhi was practicing calligraphy, and wrote one after another on a blank piece of paper. It was all over the floor, but I was still not satisfied, and then I was so tired that I fell asleep on the table.

At this time, a gust of wind suddenly blew, and a white cloud floated in, and I saw a mysterious old man with crane hair and silver hair on the cloud, who looked at him with a smile and said, "I see that you devote yourself to studying calligraphy every day, and you work very hard. Now I will teach you to comprehend a pen trick that will have its own effect in the future. Stretch out your hand. ”

When Wang Xizhi heard this, he stretched out his hand suspiciously, and the old man wrote a word on his palm, then nodded and said, "Your calligraphy skills will get higher and higher." With that, he disappeared into the air.

At this time, Wang Xizhi hurriedly shouted: "Where is the gentleman's home?"

I only heard a faint voice in the air: "The rooftop white clouds ......"

After watching the old man leave, Wang Xiyi looked at the palm of his hand, and it turned out to be the word "Yong".

Since then, Wang Xizhi has practiced calligraphy more diligently. Calligraphy has also become more free and superb, and finally achieved a generation of calligraphy saints.

After Lin Hu finished telling this story, he took away the previous little girl Mo Yebai, leaving behind hundreds of Confucian freshmen who fell into infinite reverie.

To be honest, this kind of ordinary person is studious because of his diligence. The story of being favored by the master by chance can be said to be common in this world, and it is even a bad street.

But even if it is already a bad street, it still inspires countless ordinary people with dreams, just like these hundreds of Confucian freshmen at this moment.

In their eyes, Lin Hu has become the embodiment of the old man Baiyun, as long as they can work as hard as Wang Xizhi in the story, and reach the level of calligraphy to the same level as the ink girl before, then they will be the next Wang Xizhi.

However, the word chance seems simple, but it is a power that can change a person's fate, if it is really so easy to get, how can it be so miraculous?

I don't know how many people will regret this simple calligraphy lesson when they recall today's scene in the future......

This is a fairly spacious study room, which can easily accommodate hundreds of people without being crowded, but at this moment, in the huge study room, there are only two slightly thin figures, one red and one white.

"Mo girl, don't stick there, hurry up, do you want to learn the eight methods of Yongzi?"

In front of a desk, Lin Hu looked at the somewhat restrained ink man Mo Yebai, a little crying and laughing, her appearance, people who don't know, still think he is a well-dressed beast who wants to behave badly?

When Mo Yebai got closer, Lin Hu nodded, spread a blank piece of paper on the desk, and then took out a brush that looked a little shabby out of nowhere.

Mo Yebai widened her dark eyes without the whites of her eyes, and carefully looked at the strange pen, only to see that there was a monster carved on it, a bit like a legendary dragon, why did she have a feeling that "it" was looking at her?

"Look, I'll just say it once!" Suddenly, Lin Hu at the table changed his previous relaxed demeanor and said quite solemnly.

This sudden drink made Mo Yebai immediately come back to his senses, leaving all the dragons behind, and staring intently at Lin Hu's movements.

This is the first time that Lin Hu has revealed the existence of the Ninth Master to others, not because he is not the slightest wary of Mo Yebai, but an attitude, an attitude towards the treasures of cultural inheritance in his previous life.

In the previous life, as the basic rule of writing regular script, the Yongzi Eight Methods can almost be regarded as a synonym for calligraphy.

This is the first time it has appeared in this world, just like the ancients burned incense and bathed in the psychology of reading, as his quoter, Lin Hu naturally did not want to treat it so hastily, but to meet it in his best state.

The pen used is the original body of the ninth master, and the ink used is also the best ink ingot dragon pattern ink that he exchanged for "Shenjun Tianle Music Map" that day.

Needless to say, the mysterious Nine Masters naturally have no idea that this dragon pattern ink can also be called the best in ink, and the entire painter may only have a small piece of treasure the size of a finger.

This is a consumable, but at this time, Lin Hu is willing to take it out, which shows his determination.

So, in Mo Yebai's eyes, the moment Lin Hu put down his pen, the whole world seemed to change.

When I lifted the pen a little, there was a strange fragrance in the air, and I saw that a dot appeared in the center of the Xuanbai paper.

At first glance, this dot seems to be ordinary to ordinary people, but in Mo Yebai's eyes, it is a fluttering phoenix, and it is three points into the wood.

Before she could think about it, she only heard Lin Hu drink: "The point is on the side, like a bird turning over and down the side." ”

Somehow, in a trance, in this strange atmosphere, the dots on the paper seemed to really "come to life", like a dancing spirit bird jumping on the paper.

Not only Mo Yebai, but even the writer Lin Hu seemed to have fallen into a strange state, and his eyes revealed a kind of heart-pounding look that anyone would be excited to see it.

I saw that as soon as his pen turned, the posture of the spirit bird also changed, and a horizontal stroke on the paper like a meteor, but it stopped abruptly.

"Horizontal is a rein, like a reins for a horse!"

The calm voice sounded in Mo Yebai's ears like a bell, exploding like thunder, and in the dark, there seemed to be a galloping appearance of thousands of horses. (To be continued.) )