Suddenly, Jiu Sixuan quieted down, the wind did not flow here, and the people under him also stood like a tree, whether they looked from the inside or from the outside, it was quiet.

"Uncle!" Mo Lingfeng's cry was so loud that it shook people's hearts and pounded in their chests, "I wrote!" ”

Zhao Shiheng immediately showed a smiling face, stretched out his hand and touched her head: "Leaf is sensible, Uncle is happy." ”

Mo Lingfeng pointed and told Zhao Shiheng which character was written by himself, which character was written by Cheng Ting, and which character was written by Wu Jin.

Zhao Shiheng was quite patient, and read them one by one along her fingers: "You wrote very well." ”

Cheng Ting stuck out his head and couldn't help but say, "Really? ”

Zhao Shiheng glanced at him, his face changed in an instant, Cheng Ting shuddered, and silently retracted his head.

Mo Lingfeng asked again: "Then are the two of them good?" ”

Zhao Shiheng picked out Cheng Ting's cursive writing: "It's not good." ”

Then he picked out Wu Jin's positive letters: "The worst." ”

Cheng Ting's eyes widened, his face was full of disbelief, his fingers quietly poked Mo Lingfeng's back, and whispered: "Why is the gentleman you invited blind?" ”

This is not a state school, there are many students, few gentlemen, and the room is already quiet, and what he said immediately came to Zhao Shiheng's ears.

Zhao Shiheng looked at him condescendingly: "Do you think I said something wrong?" ”

There was a calm darkness in his eyes, as if he had seen the best in the world, and suddenly fell into the abyss, and after enjoying the two landscapes, he could not make waves again when he looked at anyone and anything.

Cheng Ting made his scalp tingle at a glance, and waved his hand again and again: "No, Mr. is really discerning, much better than Mr. in the state school." ”

Zhao Shiheng shook his head and smiled, and asked Wu Jin: "Do you think I'm blind too?" ”

Wu Jin was also surprised, but when he listened to Zhao Shiheng speak, he used his heart to distinguish that Zhao Shiheng did not deliberately embarrass him, but really thought so, so he said seriously: "The student is ignorant and does not understand his meaning, please give me advice." ”

Zhao Shiheng stared at his face, and saw that his complexion was always respectful and humble, his eyes were connected with his heart, transparent and bright, and his bearing was pure and upright that he didn't know, and he was secretly satisfied.

"Now that you've written, let's talk about the words in the first class." Zhao Shiheng walked to the statue of Sage Kong and sat down on the rose chair.

He sat on a high chair, and the three students were sitting on the floor, looking up at him, making his face more and more unfathomable, cloudy and intimidating under the candlelight.

"Wu Jin's characters are too timid to write, and they are constrained everywhere, so they can only write small characters, not big characters, but small characters do not have the physique momentum of big characters."

"Even though Wu Jin is diligent and writes very beautifully, it is still difficult to hide his timidity, if he sends a solution test, he can pass one out of a hundred, but if he wants to pass the provincial test, it is difficult, the reason is that the paper and pen used are inferior, causing him to shrink his hands and feet, and in the long run, the words are also timid."

His tone was indifferent, his voice was neither light nor heavy, but it was deafening and exploded above Wu Jin's head like thunder.

In the state school, his words are decent, and he has never mentioned this matter.

And Zhao Shiheng saw the shortcomings in his words at a glance, and even explained the reason clearly.

Zhao Shiheng took out a tube of Xuancheng Zhuge pen from the beacon mountain on the square table, and showed it to the three of them: "The world says that the white house is out of the minister, but in fact, it is not, with this treasure broom, you can add the strength of its words, if you use a chicken quill pen, less than two hundred words, it will be defeated." ”

Cheng Ting thought that Zhao Shiheng was not blind this time, and he was more knowledgeable than the gentleman in the state school, so he had the courage to ask: "What kind of character should be written?" ”

"Ink." Zhao Shiheng put pen to paper.

Wu Jin immediately got up, walked to the square table, rolled up his wide sleeves, straightened his posture, held the ink strip straight, and grinded it vertically.

After the ink was ready, he spread out the paper, Zhao Shiheng dipped the pen in the ink, and wrote a "Tian" character in block letters.

The word is a big character, the rules are neat, like the branches of the Kai tree, straight and not bending, you can see at a glance that it is a good word.

Zhao Shiheng took the pen and instructed Wu Jin: "There is a carving knife in the flower hall, ask someone to take it, and go to the paper to store the ink." ”

Wu Jin nodded in response, and when he walked out, Mo Lingfeng couldn't hold back, jumped up, ran to Wu Jin's legs, followed in and out, and almost tripped Wu Jin.

Cheng Ting was eager to try, but he didn't dare to stand up, so he could only stretch his neck very long, watching Wu Jin meticulously carve the words, and when he saw that the words were not damaged at all, he also breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhao Shiheng casually supported his students: "Put out those two candles." ”

Cheng Ting jumped up three feet high, ran to extinguish the candle, and stepped forward with another smoke, snuggling up to Wu Jin with Mo Lingfeng left and right.

There was only one candle left in the room, and the light immediately became dim and indistinct, except for the little candle on the incense table.

Zhao Shiheng pinched the carved word "Tian" and placed it behind the lamp, and the word and his shadow were cast on the white wall, and then, he pinched the word and moved it back, and the black shadow on the wall became smaller and smaller.

Mo and Cheng tilted their heads in unison, their faces full of doubt.

And Wu Jin stared at the words for a moment, and his eyes lit up - Zhao Shiheng's regular script is very exquisite.

A simple word, from the size of the nail to the size of the fingernail, the turn, hook and other strokes are still clearly visible, dense!

Zhao Shiheng received the supernatural powers, ordered them to light candles, and asked them to sit back: "To make big characters is like small characters, and to make small characters like big characters, it is a good word." ”

He spread his hands, flicked his long sleeves, placed his elbows on the square table, supported his forehead with his hands, and sat on his legs: "Today, you two college students will practice calligraphy. ”

Cheng Ting opened his mouth and stammered: "No, no?" What about so many lessons? ”

He was sleepy after a long day of classes at the state school, and he was so shabby that he was frightened that he might become illiterate in the near future.

Zhao Shiheng disagreed: "Useless techniques, don't learn them." ”

Wu Jin took a deep breath and suppressed his agitated and full heart.

On the last day of state school, he specially went to see the three tripods of each subject recorded in state school, and when Zhao Shiheng was mentioned, there was only one sentence: "The ability of the world is done." ”

Since Zhao Shiheng said that it was a useless technique, the technique he wanted to teach must be unheard of.

Wu Jin calmed down and began to practice calligraphy, and there was a sound in his ears from time to time, it was Zhao Shiheng who was teaching Mo Lingfeng "Three Character Classic", and gradually, he became into a god, and the voice became blurred.

The pen is a broom, the ink is Pan Jiamo, the paper is a blue paper, and the inkstone is a tile inkstone, all of which are good things.

He was copying a pair of Liu Gong Kai script hanging on the wall.

After finishing the post, he stared at his words, which was indeed too shrunk and had a sense of curling.

After reading it, he looked at Liu Gong's words carefully, figured out its "side, sweep, peck, and mention", and then corrected it.

I don't know how long it took, he turned his sore wrist, the tip of his nose suddenly smelled the aroma of food, and his stomach suddenly let out a long ring.

It's noon.