Chapter 101: The Eight Laws of Yongzi

Tomorrow is 515, the anniversary of the starting point, and the day with the most benefits. In addition to the gift bag and school bag, this time's "515 Red Envelope Flip" must be seen, how can there be a reason not to grab the red envelope, set the alarm clock high~

The prison guards have always been used to being strong, and when they saw that the cell boss was beaten, they rushed forward one after another.

Tai Chi stained clothes eighteen falls.

Yang Can stood at the door of the prison, his footsteps did not move, and he only relied on his hand to throw out the prison guards who rushed one after another.

The more fierce the prison servants, the harder they fell, and they couldn't get up on the ground for half a day.

"Good kung fu. ”

The prisoners were so excited that they applauded one after another, and Yang Can's move was a bad breath for them.

"Who dares to make a big fuss in prison?"

With a heavy shout, a group of people came over, all of them were congenitally strong, and the leader was calm.

"Lord Tsunami. ”

The prison guards bowed down one after another.

Innate master.

Yang Can's eyes were picked, even if he was a congenital master, he was not afraid at all.

Geng Changqing was originally angry, but when he saw Yang Can, he couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Young Master Yang, how could it be you?"

Yang Can looked at the old man in front of him, he was a little familiar, and he remembered that he had met twice.

Call!

Fang Maocheng smashed at Yang Can with a punch from behind, and he relied on the presence of an innate master to make a sneak attack.

Yang Can's body flashed, and with a gentle stroke, Fang Maocheng fell to the ground and stepped on it.

With Fang Mao's successful husband, in front of Yang Can, it can be said that he is vulnerable.

"Unexpectedly, we met here. Yang Can's expression was unusually calm.

"Lord Dian Dian, this man is trying to rob the prison, you should arrest him quickly. ”

Fang Maocheng begged bitterly, and in front of the prison guards, his face was completely lost.

"Shut up. Geng Changqing shouted angrily.

The prison servants did not look at each other from the ground. The person in front of him, how can he be virtuous, even a group of innate masters, he doesn't dare to act rashly.

"Young Master Yang, this is not the place to speak, please raise your feet. Let's talk on the sidelines. Geng Changqing said.

Bang!

Yang Can's feet were full of strength, and he kicked forward hard, Fang Maocheng flew out, and his head was bleeding, and he was embarrassed.

A quiet room.

"What the hell is going on?" Geng Changqing shouted angrily.

Fang Maocheng was the villain who sued first: "This person offended Pang Gongzi, so Pang Gongzi ordered me to put him in a prison cell, and asked me to engrave words on his face?"

"Pang Gongzi?"

Geng Changqing gasped, this was a figure he couldn't afford to offend.

"That Pang Gongzi is too arrogant. Riding in a carriage on the street, I almost injured a flower girl, I helped the girl, and he ordered someone to arrest me and send me here......" Yang Hu was full of anger.

When it comes to Pang Gongzi, Yang Can can't help but have a headache, this Pang Zheng. is the first son of Qingshui County, and his father is a prefect who has returned to his hometown. The family is very powerful and belongs to a wealthy family.

"The matter is very clear, these two people are corrupt and pervert the law and disregard human life, what crime should they be guilty of?" Yang Can sank.

"You two, leave together. Qingshui County Prison. There can be no one like you. Thinking of the county magistrate's importance to Yang Can, Geng Changqing finally made up his mind.

"My lord, I am not convinced. ”

Fang Maocheng shouted with a sad face, his own strength was not high. Relying on the relationship, it was not easy to get into this position, but I didn't expect to be removed by Geng Changqing's words.

"Thank you. Yang Can saw righteousness from Geng Changqing's face, which was really rare.

Return.

Yang Can knew that he didn't have the strength yet, so he asked Pang Zheng for justice, and this account could only be written down first.

Who knows, the tree wants to be quiet and the wind does not stop.

Not long after Yang Can returned to the Panlong Inn, someone came to the door, and the person who came was a long-term entourage of Pang Mansion.

"Gongzi asked me to bring a message, so that you can tie up Yang Hu and go to Pang Mansion to make amends. "Long toe swaggering authentic.

Even though his status in Pang Mansion is not high, but relying on Pang Zheng's favor, he walks sideways in the entire Qingshui County.

", what's that?"

Yang Can was furious, and kicked this guy out, with all his strength, until the bone marrow, but he was afraid that he would not be able to get up for half a day.

"Good boy, you wait. ”

After a long time, a weak voice sounded.

Faculty of Letters.

This is a calligraphy class, the teaching of the lecture is an old man, Zhou Moran, who is very old-fashioned, and the handwriting is really good.

Yang Can listened with relish.

After all, the calligraphy here is quite different from his previous life, and there are many things, all of which are new.

"Writing must be energetic, only when the kung fu is reached, the words written can be full and round......"

Zhou Moran said seriously on it.

There is no noise at all below, Zhou Moran has a great temper, whoever dares to provoke him, I am afraid that he will be scolded to the core.

"You two, each write a word, and whoever is bad at writing should go and stand outside the door. ”

Zhou Moran is the calligraphy authority of Qingshui County, and in his class, he must abide by his rules.

The people who were chosen this time were none other than Yan Nansong and Yang Can.

Yan Nansong couldn't help but be overjoyed, this is really a godsend.

Because of the cold moon, he looked at Yang Can extremely unpleasantly, and he had long wanted to trouble Yang Can.

"Yang Gongzi's handwriting must be very good, but I'm afraid that I may not be able to compare. ”

Yannansong fakes a stupid authenticity.

"Less nonsense, start writing. Zhou Moran glared at Yan Nansong.

Yan Nansong sneered, he was full of confidence, picked up the pen and sharpened the ink.

A group of people from the Songzhu faction all know that Yannan Song is known as a poetry and book, and they are all extremely excited.

Han Yue looked at Yang Can with a worried look, this time, Yang Can was afraid that he would be punished.

Yan Nansong splashed ink and wrote a poem full of river red: "The sun is warm and the smoke is light, the bamboo tips are reflected, and the flowers are messy." The breeze is wrinkled, the pool is green, and the green poplars hang down the bank. The bright apricot wall is red and pink, and the fragrance is warm under the orchid. Say the guests, go to find the fragrance tomorrow, and feast frequently. The light is fast, like an arrow. In a drunken dream, the spring is half strong. And don't get tired of it before flowering, and the jade cup is frequently persuaded. A pillow of wandering immortals is vigilant, and the floating name is still laughing. Drunk and waved, pay with the snow song, Jiao Ying. ”

After writing it, Yan Nansong was extremely satisfied. With a smug expression, he looked at Yang Can.

Yang Can smiled slightly, gently picked up the pen, moistened the ink, and quickly entered the Tai Chi state.

In just a moment, Yang Can wrote with a pen.

The people around were amazed. Yang Can really has a kind, in Zhou Moran's class, he dares to be so foolish, it seems that he wants to be scolded.

Zhou Moran took Yan Nansong's book and read it carefully, without comment.

Yan Nansong breathed a long sigh of relief, if he could not be criticized for being incomplete, even if it was good, he could not count on it. This old antique, what a good evaluation will be given.

The people in the audience gave a very high evaluation of Yan Nansong's words, and the handwriting was like a swimming dragon, and the writing was extremely good-looking.

Zhou Moran opened Yang Can's book.

The people in the audience couldn't help laughing, Yang Can really coped with it. I actually wrote only one word.

This is a "yong" word.

Zhou Moran glared at Yang Can, he had always thought. Being a human being requires attitude, and the same is true for writing calligraphy.

"This is the note you gave me?"

Zhou Moran shook the notebook in his hand and shouted at Yang Can.

"Yes, I hope the old master will enjoy it carefully. Yang Can replied indifferently.

Zhou Moran didn't look at it at all just now, but now that he glanced at it, he couldn't help but be stunned on the spot.

"You wrote this?" Zhou Moran asked with a look of surprise.

The people in the audience. One by one dumbfounded, Zhou Moran's words were really strange, who couldn't see it, Yang Can just wrote it below.

Yan Nansong sneered. He was sure that Yang Can would definitely be kicked out.

"Not bad, not bad. Zhou Moran's old-fashioned face showed a rare smile.

Everyone was taken aback, they had never seen Zhou Moran laugh, it turned out that he could laugh too.

"Wonderful, wonderful. ”

Zhou Moran carefully looked at Yang Can's notebook and couldn't help but sigh.

Everyone is going crazy, since they have known Zhou Moran's teaching, they have seen him evaluate people like this.

Yang Can sneered.

It's just this one word, which he has written countless times, and it's the basis of his calligraphy.

Yongzi Eight Laws.

There are eight paintings of "side, strangle, crossbow, bao, strategy, plunder, peck, and 磔", which are the culmination of traditional calligraphy and the program of all words.

The dot is sideways, like a bird tumbling down.

Horizontal for the reins, such as the reins of the horses.

Vertical as a crossbow, such as force through it.

The hook is like a jump.

Suggestion is a strategy, such as riding a horse with a whip.

Skimming is a sweep, such as a grate.

Short skimming is pecking, like a bird pecking.

Philosophistication, such as the opening of the pen.

These eight simple strokes can deduce the words of the myriad of weather.

When writing the word "Yong", Yang Can completely integrated the concept of Tai Chi pile gong and Tai Chi luck into one, and in the state of complete relaxation of the body, he sent the strength to the end of the pen with the intention of inducing qi and using the form of qi rate, fully embodying the use of fingering and brushwork.

There is a legend that the word "Yong" was left by the sage Wang Xizhi and came from the immortals.

"Still stunned for something, don't stand outside the door. Zhou Moran glared at Yan Nansong fiercely.

"I'm not convinced. Yan Nansong shouted loudly, he really didn't believe it, he had spent so much effort and written so much, and he couldn't compare to Yang Can a word.

Not only Yan Nansong is not convinced, but many people have slander in their hearts, Zhou Moran really likes Yang Can too much.

"I'm too lazy to explain to you like you. Zhou Moran snorted coldly and turned to Yang Can: "Yang Can, I know that your word is extremely precious, as long as you are willing to exchange, you can choose any one of my collections." ”

The audience was suddenly chaotic, and everyone looked at Yang Can with envious eyes.

Everyone knows that Zhou Moran has loved collecting all his life, and there are many rare treasures in his house.

"Okay. Yang Can nodded, "If it weren't for the fact that the old master likes calligraphy so much, I wouldn't have written this word anyway." ”

The people in the audience couldn't wait to step forward to pinch Yang Can's neck, and with just one word, they exchanged it for Old Man Zhou's rare collection, and he looked like he had lost money.

Yang Can sneered, as far as the qualifications of these people in the audience are concerned, if they don't explain, they will never understand.

Zhou Moran was only trembling with excitement, he could see that this word was mysterious and abnormal, and he faintly felt that he had the potential to become a treasure.

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