The girl answered obediently, turned around and walked towards the study, took out a thick stack of paper full of words and walked back. After a serious look at my uncle, he raised his head and looked at me. "Come here, write a few more words, and let the old man see it."

I could only honestly walk up to the bookcase, pick up the pen and write a few words, and then I heard my uncle's toothache inhale. "Mowgli, why is your handwriting so different from the past?"

"In the past, you were good at official writing, but now what you write is somewhat similar to Wei Bei, but not very similar, this ......" Uncle's eyes almost clubbed on the paper. That's really ...... Someone, huh...... Forget it, are you writing all these days? "My uncle was a little excited, well, his hands were a little shaky, and his beard began to tremble, which startled me and my sister-in-law.

My little liver is beating wildly at the moment, mainly because I can't understand what my uncle is excited about after seeing my son's calligraphy. I nodded tremblingly, and next to me, the girl nodded vigorously affirmatively: "Yes, it's all written by my brother." ”

"Well, you wait, the old man will come when he goes." Uncle threw my handwritten book aside, uh, it should have been the eldest grandson Wuji in the past, and then very carefully folded the one I had just written and the paper that Ben Gongzi had practiced calligraphy these days, and rushed towards the outside of the study with vigor.

I don't quite understand what my uncle wants to do with my son's handwriting, could it be that my uncle is also a crazy fan of Yan Zhenqing and Yan Dada?

Belch...... I carefully poked my sister in the shoulder. "Good girl asks you something."

"What's wrong?" The sister, who didn't seem to have recovered from her uncle's changes, asked rhetorically.

"Do you know Yan Zhenqing? He is a great calligrapher who is very good at calligraphy. "Ben Gongzi has never been a fan of Yan Zhenqing, back then, he was driven by his father to the shelf, and he had to learn his book style, but he vaguely knew that he should be from the Tang Dynasty, but I don't know if Lu Dao is the early Tang Dynasty or the middle Tang Dynasty or the late Tang Dynasty, I have to ask the sister first, and let this guy run to my house to ask for copyright fees.

"Yan Zhenqing?" The girl blinked her eyes wide and shook her head affirmatively. "I haven't heard of it, little sister, I know that the calligraphers of the Qin Dynasty include Li Si, Cheng Miao, Hu Wujing, Shi You of the Han Dynasty, Zhang Zhi, Cai Yong, Cui Yin, Zhong Xuan, Wei Qi, and Huangxiang...... There are also Ouyang Xun and Yu Shinan of this dynasty. But I haven't heard of Yan Zhenqing. "My sister seems to be very familiar with calligraphers, and these people have also heard of it, but they are not impressed, but it is Cai Yong, a cup character who has appeared many times in the Three Kingdoms. Ben Gongzi still has a deep memory, but I didn't expect this guy to be a calligrapher.

"Are you sure?" I was a little uneasy. I'm glad that I learned Yan Phy instead of European Phy, otherwise, I bumped into Ouyang Xun, the inventor and creator of European Phy, wouldn't this son be the opposite example of the class to get an axe?

"Well, pretty sure." The girl nodded vigorously, and the bun on her head swayed with her movements, which was extraordinarily cute.

"That's good, it's fine." Hmm, it seems that in the future, there will be no more faces, but the eldest grandsons, wow, haha......

"Brother, what are you laughing at?" The girl poked her finger very much, her eyes were full of worry and helplessness.

"Uh, it's nothing, I'm thinking about it, why is my uncle so excited?" Hurriedly took a serious expression, well, although Ben Gongzi is still quite confident in his calligraphy, he thinks that he has practiced hard for more than ten years, how can he get Yan Zhenqing Yan Dada's seven or eight points of true essence, but I don't know if I can get into the eyes of the ancients in this era.

In less than an hour, someone came to summon me and my sister to go to my uncle's house, and when I entered the house with my sister, I saw the hall, where my uncle was spitting on a piece of paper full of words, and my mother was sitting beside her with a happy face, and in her hand, she was also holding the same piece of paper, uh, it seemed to be the manuscript of my son.

"Mowgli, Guanyin, come here, I didn't expect that in just a few days, my son gave my mother a big surprise." Seeing me and my sister-in-law, my mother's face showed a big smile, and I and my sister waved to me who walked to the door.

I met my mother first, and then I saluted my uncle who was wiping the white foam from the corner of my mouth, and before I sat down, my uncle came over and handed me one of the papers: "Wuji, this is what you wrote at the beginning, right?" ”

"Uncle really has a torch in his eyes, this is exactly what Wuji originally wrote after his illness got a little better." Well, it is worthy of being a person who has written calligraphy for decades, and his eyes are very vicious, and it is the calligraphy that was handed to me when his son traveled to this era and decided to pick up the calligraphy again.

"Sure enough." The old uncle nodded with a look of relief, and then said to the mother who was holding the sister in his arms and staring at me with a happy face: "Did you hear it, my brother is not wrong." ”

"Ruzi's book is square and tight, the strokes are horizontal and vertical, the pen is strong and round, and the momentum is solemn, which is really ...... That's good. "Well, my uncle is already a little incoherent in his excitement.

"Brother, is it really that good?" One of my mother's hands grabbed my right hand, and she turned her face to look at my uncle, who was excited.

"Of course it's good, even if it's an old man, it's not as good as himself. I really didn't expect it. For three days, you should be impressed. The ancients did not deceive me. "Uncle suppressed his excitement, put my handwriting on the desk next to him, stroked his long beard and sighed." I really can't imagine that in the Wuxun family, there is such a ...... as Wuji"

I don't know if this is a praise or a loss to me, is it possible that men and women, young and old, who are from a family of military generals, should not be able to play with big blades all day long?

Besides, this son will not have the opportunity to practice any bows, horses, clubs and other eighteen weapons in the later life, and occasionally join in the crowd fight is just playing with folding stools, throwing lime or something, and making it a skilled and technical combat situation.

"But although you have some achievements, don't be too proud. On the contrary, it is necessary to step up the grinding, so that he can achieve great achievements in the future. My uncle looked at me and said very solemnly.

Hearing this, I gave my uncle a deep snort. "Wuji should remember it, and never forget his uncle's teachings in this life." No matter what, now I am the eldest grandson Wuji, and what I have to do is to live better than the eldest grandson Wuji in history, change the fate of myself and my family, and I will definitely cherish this opportunity to cross and be reborn.

"Hehe, with this good child, can you rest assured?" The old man smiled and then turned his face to his mother and said.

"My son has ambition and such talent, what other regrets can I have as a mother?" My mother took my hand, and the smile on her face deepened.

"Hehe, okay, come here, the old man really wants to see it, your masterpiece." The old man rubbed his hands and hooked his fingers at Ben Gongzi, looking like he wanted to appreciate how Ben Gongzi wrote.