In early spring, everything revives, and there is a little more greenery on the treetops.

A few birds skimmed through the air, leaving a trail of surprise in the clear blue sky.

The town in the sun was quaint and calm, and a young man in an old gray-and-white robe walked out of the dilapidated courtyard and turned around to close the door full of cracks.

The young man was thin and sallow, looking undernourished, with a badly faded scribe's scarf tied around his head, and his eyes full of bright color, like stars in a long dark night, which was seriously inconsistent with his image.

Walking on the street, people did not have half respect for him because he was wearing a literati robe, but all had a very disgusted expression.

His current name is Qin Mo, his soul comes from the modern era more than a thousand years later, and he is an artistic young man who loves calligraphy.

Strictly speaking, the history in his impression is completely different from the world in front of him, this is a world parallel to the earth, although the historical events and historical figures are the same, but the people here cultivate literary power, and have the strength to surpass the number of people on the earth.

The so-called literary power is to use the piano, chess, calligraphy, and painting of the four friends of the literati as a means of cultivation to produce powerful abilities, and such people are respected as scribes.

When Qin Mo was eleven years old, Wengong awakened and obtained the qualification to enter the town public school.

In the next six years, he took six exams in succession, and failed seven exams in total, breaking the county's children's test record, so he was disliked by the villagers.

As he walked through Main Street, he heard everyone talking about what had happened last night.

"Something happened to the Niu family, the second child of his family was killed, and his daughter-in-law and newborn child did not escape the catastrophe!"

"Similar things happened in Li Village and Gao Village, all the children born yesterday, even the adults were killed, and the county commander sent a catcher to investigate. ”

Qin Mo frowned slightly, although he didn't know what was going on, he vaguely felt that it was related to him, he had come to this world last night and occupied the body of a scholar who had died of injuries.

Could it be that it was because of his own appearance and the domineering spirit that came with him that the wicked people here were excited, and then lost their minds and caused a tragedy?

If that were the case, the people on the street would have bowed to themselves...... It's incredible.

According to his thoughts, even if he didn't come with colorful auspicious clouds, at least he couldn't be a person who even hated dogs, which was seriously inconsistent with the normal plot setting.

Walking into an alley, two people wearing gray shorts appeared in front of him, and footsteps also sounded behind him, Qin Mo frowned slightly, according to the memory of inheriting the original owner, he recognized the person who was the leader, Qin Hao, as the cousin of his own family.

Qin Hao's tall man was tall and big, in stark contrast to Qin Mo, who was thin and weak, he was carrying a two-foot-long wooden stick in his hand, with a sneer on his face: "Qin Mo, where are you going?"

Qin Mo didn't answer, but turned sideways, revealing the coarse cloth satchel on his shoulder, which contained stationery supplies.

Qin Hao glared angrily, blue tendons appeared on his forehead, raised his hand and pointed at him with a wooden stick, and said coldly: "It seems that the beating three days ago didn't make you remember it for a long time!"

Three days ago, Qin Mo was blocked at home by him and asked him to give up his place in public school to his younger brother.

Qin Mo didn't agree, he was seriously injured and bedridden by a blast, because no one took care of him and there was a lack of medical treatment, he died last night, and he came from the earth through time and space to take advantage of the weakness.

Qin Mo stretched his brows, reached out and took out an old brush from his satchel, held the barrel in a standard posture, and then raised his left hand to Qin Hao and hooked his index finger.

Qin Hao has an arrogant personality, relying on his grandfather being the patriarch of the Qin family, he will not take his identity as a Mengtong scribe in his eyes at all, and shouted: "Break his two legs, see how he still goes to class with vigor!"

Qin Mo was not in a hurry, and slowly raised his right hand, and there was an extra layer of translucent energy fluctuations on the worn-out pen shaft, which was the special skill that the scribe possessed-Wen Li.

Wenli is covered with the whole pen barrel, flowing to the pen at a very fast speed, the one-and-a-half-inch long pen stroke seems to be alive, instantly becomes vivid, each edge is tightly attached to each other, like an arrow ready to go.

"Use the pen as a knife. Qin Mo said these four words in a deep voice.

Qin Hao's wooden stick smashed towards his head, and this stick came out with hatred, and the force was enough to smash a person's skull.

Swish...... Click!

The stroke of the pen brings out an afterimage, and the wooden stick is cut into two pieces, and the cut is very smooth.

Qin Hao's eyes widened, holding half a wooden stick in his hand, and before he could react, Qin Hao waved the brush again.

"Ahh

Seeing this, the other three showed a tacit understanding, and at the same time threw away the wooden stick and turned to run.

Qin Mo said coldly to Qin Hao: "If you dare to provoke me in the future, I guarantee that you will die a miserable death!"

With that, he turned and walked away.

It wasn't until he disappeared at the end of the alley that Qin Hao shouted at the top of his voice: "Qin Mo...... You dare to seriously injure me, and if you don't take revenge, you swear that you will not be a man! You three unrighteous fellows, why don't you hurry up and carry me to the infirmary for treatment. ”

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Muyang Public School, the only Wendao college in Muyang Town, only teaches calligraphy, one of the four arts, due to limited teaching conditions.

The academy was jointly funded by several families in the town, and the Qin family was also among them, and it had a free school place, which had been in Qin Mo's hands for seven years, and this year was the eighth year.

In the school, the gentleman with a long beard on his chin stood in front of the table, wrote a willow character "country" on the paper with a brush, and then said in a straight and round tone: "Young Master Liu's words are balanced and thin, and the dot painting is crisp and beautiful, you all see it clearly, go and practice it separately." ”

The students then dispersed and went to their seats to practice calligraphy.

Students from better families use low-grade rice paper, worse ones use rough-edged paper or straw paper, and worse ones use brushes dipped in water instead of ink to write on blue-gray slates, saving both paper and ink.

Only Qin Mo used the bluestone slab alone, and when he picked up the brush and was about to dip it in the water, he accidentally saw his reflection in the water dish, which was not only handsome and white, but most importantly, it had a unique literary taste, that is, melancholy.

Ahem...... After three days of starvation, the dog can also give birth to melancholy.

In the face of such a handsome face, even he couldn't help but take a few more looks, deeply intoxicated and unable to extricate himself.

He walked back and forth in the aisles, observing the students' handwriting and instructing them on how to use the pen incorrectly.

When he saw Qin Mo looking at himself in the reflection with a cheap face, the corners of his mouth began to twitch unconsciously, how could the old man teach such a shameless student, he really wanted to round his arm and give him a big mouth.

Qin Mo suddenly had a feeling of being stared at by a poisonous snake, and when he looked back, he saw that it was Mr. 's sharp gaze, and quickly changed to a serious writing look.

His posture of holding the pen is extremely standard, writing down the word "country" one stroke at a time, as a calligraphy lover, the willow body is his introductory learning, although later focused on learning Zhao style, but also worked the willow body.

After writing the last stroke, he felt that there seemed to be a change in the Wen Palace, and he was about to check it.

It just so happened that Mr. saw this scene, and was very relieved to think that this child had finally opened his mind, and in vain the old man's careful teaching to him over the years, he stroked his beard and praised: "Qin Mo has made a lot of progress, and the strokes are very regular, and he has reached the realm of [Four Levels and Eight Stability], which is worthy of praise." ”

The gentleman's face turned over so fast, and he was still gritting his teeth just now to clear the portal, but in a blink of an eye, it became a gentle drizzle.

Mr. Xie, a student, complimented. Qin Mo said cheekily.

Mr. nodded: "There seems to be a change in personality, not like before, continue to practice calligraphy and get admitted...... What's that...... There is still hope. ”

Mr. is difficult to speak, the original intention is to say that Qin Mo is hopeful to be admitted to Tongsheng.

"Hahaha!"

The students couldn't help laughing, in their opinion, even if the sow could climb the tree, Qin Mo would not be able to pass the Tongsheng exam.

Mr. shook his head a little helplessly, and did not blame these ridiculed people, mainly because Qin Mo was not angry, and he was sure that he could be admitted several times before, but he failed again and again, which made Mr. feel slapped in the face.

Qin turned a deaf ear to the ridicule, he was looking inside the Wen Palace, and there were two cyclones inside, which were slowly spinning.

The two cyclones, one large and one small, represent the two skills of [Pen as Knife] and [Siping and Eight Stability] respectively, [Using the Pen as a Knife] is already possessed when he takes over the body, and Siping and Eight Stability are just generated, and there is a slight gap between the size and [Use the Pen as a Knife].

In addition to this successive cyclone, there is also a golden star in the Wen Palace, hanging on the highest place like an oval treasure mirror, radiating a golden light, and there are two small seal characters arranged vertically on it-Holy Dao.

In his inherited memories, the star named the Holy Word did not exist, but appeared with him last night.

He didn't know what this star represented, but because there were several murders last night, he vaguely felt that this matter was strange, so he didn't plan to ask his husband for advice, but decided to keep it a secret.

But one thing is certain, the creation of a new cyclone is related to this star, because before it appeared, the Holy Dao star shone brightly, and then the beauty of the Bungong blew a cyan whirlwind, and then a cyclone was formed.

He continued to write, and under the force of "Four Levels and Eight Stability", the more he wrote, the smoother it became.

At the end of the noon class, the students left one after another.

Qin Mo is resistant to the so-called home, not to mention the poverty, the most important thing is that there is not a grain in the rice tank, and he will definitely go hungry when he goes back.

"Qin Mo, you are so bold, you dare to seriously injure someone in your clan!"

A menacing middle-aged man stopped him on the street and said, "Go to the ancestral hall immediately to confess the guilt, there must be no mistake." ”

He shrugged, what should come must come, when he injured Qin Hao in the morning, he had already thought that there would be such a result.

He followed the middle-aged man leisurely, and his stomach was too hungry to go fast.

He slandered in his heart, it was all crossing, why could the protagonist in the novel become a prince and nobleman or the child of a wealthy merchant, but I couldn't even mix it up.

Even if you cross into a poor family and encounter the most popular divorce stalk in the novel, it doesn't hurt, at least you can get a returned bride price, so that you won't be empty.

If there is a middle-aged man with a lot of money, he points to his nose and asks, "How much money is it to leave my daughter, is 10,000 taels enough?"

He will definitely pick up the silver and leave without thinking, and look back at me more I am your grandson!

PS: The new book is opened, and I need all kinds of support for the first time, asking for collections, asking for recommendation votes, and all kinds of requests.