Zhao Ting was silent, didn't he himself always be hated by his brother, and he wanted to kill him quickly? If the sons of other families have brothers, most of them are in the same situation, and his question is really a bit redundant.

"But there are some lustful and domineering, but after entering the Qingdu, I have to restrain a little. lest they end up imprisoned in this collection building and copy books. ”

Zhao Ting laughed when he heard this, pouted and said, "I thought you liked it here and didn't want to go out! ”

"That's not it, I'm here for the second time in this collection building, and I've seen all the books here, so there's no point in staying any longer!"

"So many books, have you read them all?!"

Gu Jun nodded and said meaningfully: "Practice is the only criterion for testing theory. After reading the book, I had to go out and practice the content of the book so as not to waste my time. ”

“......”

"So for the rest of the day, I'm going to start copying books!"

The hand that punched the pen was clumsy, but after a day of copying, Gu Jun got used to it, but this speed really made him depressed. At the speed of ten times a day, if you want to copy it three thousand times, why not copy it for a year?

He didn't have that much spare time, so he pondered and copied the book with his left and right hands together, which made Zhao Ting cry and laugh, because the things copied out by Gu Jun's left hand really didn't look like a human writing, but like a cockroach crawling.

Gu Jun didn't think so, he was a famous alchemy prodigy, and God was not afraid of fire, and he could do alchemy with his left and right hands at the same time. Now it's just copying books, how can you be sad about alchemy?

Gu Jun held his breath and practiced for a whole day, and finally practiced the handwriting on his left hand as neatly as that on his right. But it's still not fast enough. Left-handed and left-handed colleagues can copy it 20 times a day when they start work, and it will take half a year to complete it 3,000 times.

If only he could have three heads and six arms, he could copy sixty times a day, and he could finish it in a month and a half, but obviously, he didn't.

For Gu Jun, a money fan and liar, time is money, and there is no delay. So he began to meditate again on how to copy the Fa so that he could complete it three thousand times quickly and well.

Looking at the rows of bookshelves, Gu Jun's eyes unconsciously glanced at a bookworm. The bookworm in the archive building has always been fat, and the bookworm is even fatter and translucent, lazily lying on the pages of a thin booklet and nibbling on the pages carelessly.

Gu Jun glanced at the title of the thin booklet - "Folk Acrobatics"

I unconsciously reviewed the content of this book, and suddenly it occurred to me that this book describes an acrobatic technique called "pen art".

Gu Jun walked over and opened it, and found the page that described "pen art", which clearly recorded the performance method of "pen art". Although it is not very detailed, for Gu Jun, a refiner, this bit of writing is enough for him to learn "pen skills".

The so-called "pen art" is actually the ability to juggle dozens or even hundreds of pens at the same time.

This skill requires flexibility and dexterity, and the quicker the eye, the more strokes can juggle at the same time. An ordinary acrobat can juggle thirty pens at the same time, and have all the pens write a single word in the performance, which is connected into a compliment, and falls on the paper to become a banner, even if the performance is completed.

"Pen art" is light and fast, and Gu Jun's practice of the heavy trick makes him shoot with heavy hands, let him play "pen art", before he wrote a word, the pen was folded by him.

But fortunately, his spiritual sense is a hundred times better than ordinary people, the source of this ability is not clear, but it must be thanks to Xiyue, he can sense all the subtle movements and changes around him very well.

So Gu Jun thought of a compromise solution.

He asked the eunuch to bring him a bamboo pole, a ball of silk thread, a basket of cotton, and a basket of brushes.

The cotton is rolled into a cotton strip, soaked in ink, and then poured into the barrel of the brush and sealed.

The bamboo pole is placed between the two tables, and the brush is tied to the bamboo pole with silk thread and suspended in the air, so that the tip of each pen is facing a piece of rice paper.

Gu Jun closed all the doors and windows of the collection building, and then stood in front of the bamboo pole from a distance, concentrating and calming, mobilizing the true yuan in his body to gently send out a palm. The palm wind is weak, but it is enough to stir the silk thread on the bamboo pole, although the silk thread is light, but it is hung by a slightly heavier brush, so the shaking is quite light, so that the tip of the pen is just enough to draw strokes on the corresponding rice paper.

All that remains is to direct the pace of these nibs landing on the paper at the same time. Gu Jun closed his eyes, and while slowly pulling out his palm, he carefully felt the force of all the silk threads tied to the pen barrel, and let the silk threads pull the tip of the pen on the rice paper under the palm wind, and slowly draw out square words one by one.

Zhao Ting was amazed when he watched from the sidelines, and he was amazed, but he didn't dare to disturb Gu Jun, just watched silently from the sidelines.

At the beginning, there were only five pens on the bamboo pole, and the words drawn by the tip of the pen on the rice paper were not regular enough.

Practice makes perfect, after practicing for a long time, Gu Jun's five pens will write quickly, and the handwriting will be neat, and it will be written five times after one time, and the handwriting on each piece of rice paper is exactly the same, and it is impossible to see that it is not handwritten.

Gu Jun was overjoyed, and was amused by the copying method he had invented, and he began to add more brushes on the bamboo poles, and then used his own palm to pluck the silk threads tied with the brushes on the bamboo poles like a piano. It is quite elegant, the palm of the hand is like a swimming fish gently swimming in the air, and the sliding breeze caresses the dozens of pens on the bamboo pole in the same posture rhythm, like a dancing elf, neatly aligned, the posture is beautiful, and it is pleasing to the eye.

Zhao Ting was amazed, the brilliance in his eyes was shining, Rao is he was born in the world, and he grew up in Qianyan Kingdom, and he had never seen such a "pen art" - he could make the pen write obediently without directly touching any part of the pen with his hands, which was simply a ghost.

"Zhao Xu, you are too powerful!" Zhao Ting sincerely praised Gu Jun, and said timidly, "You copy it fifty times a day, ten times a day, that is, five hundred times, your three thousand times will be copied in two days, you see, I am still eight hundred times away, can I bother you to help?"

"This ...... It's not impossible. Gu Jun looked at Zhao Ting with a smile, and couldn't help but stretch out his hand and spread his palm, so as to say, "You see that our handwriting is different, if you want me to help you, I still have to imitate your handwriting, I still have to practice." I can do that 800 times in a day and a half, but it takes some time to practice your handwriting. Can you imagine the hard work? You can't let me work in vain, can you......?

Zhao Ting squinted at "Zhao Xu" and shook his head in surprise and said: "You are worthy of being Gu Jun's friend! His greedy surname has made you look like you! However, you are a dignified prince of Qi and have a lot of wealth, so why should you learn from him to be greedy for money?"

Gu Jun's heart sank-he almost forgot his identity as a fake son. He hurriedly changed his expression, and said solemnly: "I won't tell you, Gu Jun and I don't know each other if we don't fight! After getting acquainted, I found that he is a jade tree in the wind, a talent, wise and brave, handsome and extraordinary, so that my respect for him is like a surging river, endless. So I begged him to be my mentor in life, the future leader, and he reluctantly agreed. So since then, I have been looking forward to Gu Jun. To put it bluntly, I worship him as my boss! My boss is greedy for money and not lustful, but I, who is a younger brother, are not greedy for money. Now that I'm in the Deep Palace Academy, I've been under house arrest and punished for copying books because of lust, how can I still be lustful after **? Naturally, I have to change my stinky problem, so I decided to keep up with my boss, and seriously and profoundly learn his good qualities, and from then on I will be greedy for money and not lustful!"

“！”

Zhao Ting was speechless for a long time, then reached out and took out ten taels of gold from his ring and handed it to the open palm of "Zhao Xu", except for shaking his head and smiling bitterly, but he was relieved.

"Your boss has always adhered to the tenet of 'taking people's money to eliminate disasters for others', and has a high-quality and honest style, and this son hopes that you can do the same. ”

"Definitely, definitely. ”

Gu Jun accepted ten taels of gold, smiled and continued to play the new "pen art" he invented, and after copying his own 3,000 times, he began to imitate Zhao Ting's notes and copy the book. (To be continued.) )