"For the next month, you're going to live with me!"

Wu Shengyin stroked his beard and smiled, he was very happy that there was someone under him. Since the death of his wife, he is also alone, and now that he has been tested, he feels that this kid can be trusted.

"Master, you haven't tested me yet!"

Li Bingyang whispered a word on the side, and the old man was happy not to mention it, but it made him feel uneasy.

"Haha, you see, since the children have brought up this matter, they must be confident! Let's go, Gao Chang, come with me to the house to see how this little guy is practicing!"

Wu Shengyin's heart was overjoyed, and his voice was full of anger.

"Okay! This kid has been practicing calligraphy at home, let's see his results today!"

After Li Bingyang washed his hands, he began to grind the ink and lay the paper, and his movements were much more natural and smooth than before.

"Gao Chang, it turns out that he is also a person who knows calligraphy!"

Wu Shengyin looked at Li Bingyang's movements and suddenly praised Li Sheng.

Li Sheng was puzzled: "How can the fifth uncle see it?"

"You see Li Bingyang's technique, if you don't do it thousands of times a day, you can't be so smooth. ”

Li Sheng understands what the old man said, he has also studied calligraphy diligently in the past 20 years since he graduated, and naturally knows that this iron pestle is sharpened into an embroidery needle, depending on how deep the kung fu is. But listening to the old man's words, he turned around and continued.

"Calligraphy is certainly a meditation act, but even if it is practiced thousands of times a day, if no one mentions it next to him, he will lose his anxiety, only seek the quantity and forget the fundamental meditation, and then want to reflect on it in the future and suffer a big loss, but now it is early to break this step astray, and as Gao Chang said, his mother has lived in the army for a long time, and the person who can guide is naturally Gao Chang, you say that my analysis is reasonable?"

"You're a good guy!"

For example, Li Shengshu looks at people, the old man has been in the world for a long time, and naturally he also has a pair of discerning eyes.

"Don't worry, let's see what he writes next!"

After Wu Shengyin's words, he didn't say more, and calmed down to see how Li Bingyang wrote.

"You learned this calligraphy from the ancient Li Tang Dynasty, right?"

Li Bingyang is just as he said at the time, today's writing, pen movement, pointing, and structure seem to be troublesome, but he only writes one word.

"Yong" word five strokes, but the world calligraphy is the entry point, the so-called road to simplicity, perhaps this is the truth.

"Tang Yan structure, Song Shang is interesting. It's not surprising that Gao Chang can see it! Why don't you show your hand for me to see it in a moment. ”

Wu Shengyin thought that Li Sheng could see these things for granted.

"The elders are invited, dare not obey their orders!"

Li Sheng arched his hand, and then stepped aside to wash his hands and polish his ink.

At this time, Li Bingyang has already completed this word, Wu Shengyin took a look, but he didn't make many comments, just two words, but compared with Wu Shengyin's previous comments on him, this is already a considerable improvement.

"Yes! Look at what your father wrote. ”

To learn calligraphy, according to the orthodox rules, it is generally practiced first, and the same is true for Li Bingyang.

Li Sheng's calligraphy, on the other hand, belongs to the category of calligraphy, which is a kind of pen style between regular script and cursive script.

Xingshu, after the Han Dynasty Yingchuan Liu Desheng also. That is, the real book is less longitudinal, in order to be simple, popular with each other, and the book of good deeds is also. Zhang Huaijun's book is broken: non-grass is not true, away from the square, and the true is called the line, and the grass is called the grass.

Dedication of the white father cloud: the ancient chapter grass, not grand, suddenly different from the real body, the reason of the poor and the lucky, the extreme grass is longitudinal, not as good as the grass also. Jiang Yao Zhangyun: Wei and Jin Xingshu have their own one. The right army Lanting Ji and Zhu Ti are the first, and Xie Anshi ordered Zhu Ti to be the second. The precious fibers come out of the room, the blood is connected, the muscles and bones are old and healthy, and the wind god is sprinkled.

Li Bingyang looked down at the words written by his father, which made some sense of the situation.

"Forty beings, falling to Chang'an, the public is thinking about it! The halberd door is open, and the rest of the seat is shocked; where the candle is extinguished, I am thinking. The ancient saying is that it is better to be grateful, than to be a confidant, and to drink for the public security? Last night, it rained, and I sighed that the world was so wild. Just the mountain collapses and the stone cracks, its poverty is very much; the lion soars and the elephant steps on, this scene is particularly strange. ”

At this point, the handwriting is dry and white, as if the ink is about to run out. Li Sheng once again put pen to paper.

"I will return, I will live in the public and return to the silver waves. It is warm, and while the copper street is like water, it is untitled. Don't go back, sail early. Look at the autumn side and want rain, the poems compete for people to be thin, the sky is not old, and the body is hidden with the name. The Zen couch blows the flute, and the brothel talks about the sword, which is also considered a man's spirit. It's really sad, but my heart is like the moon, and my temples are bald and frosty. The new words fill in the desolation, and even postpone the drunkenness. In addition, the servant hates people, and he can be free from piercing, and the honest elder will inevitably be stained. This is going to the thorn. The old name is Gonghua, and it is intended to plant poplars around Xiao Zhai. In the future, Mo Fengren will allow me, Song Yan Banxiang. ”

"Good words! Good words! High and long penmanship, not below me!"

The old man looked at Li Sheng's calligraphy, stroked his palms and sighed, obviously very happy and emotional.

In ancient times, all the literati and writers, who did not yearn for a life of talking and laughing, having a great deal of Confucianism, and no white ding.

Then the two of them gave in to each other, and Li Bingyang was left behind.

In fact, Li Bingyang was reluctant in his heart, not that he didn't want to serve his ancestor, but he was simply afraid, just imagine, as soon as he went out that night, he heard ghosts crying wolves and all kinds of calls, he was really afraid that he would not live long here.

"Master, what the hell happened that night! How could there really be ghosts and gods?"

Li Bingyang stayed, but he desperately needed a reassurance to explain the phenomenon.

"Why bother asking? Ever since you were touched by the calligraphy I wrote that day, you young man has half of the eyes of heaven who don't know whether it is good or bad, and he is full of resentment, and it is naturally easy for evil spirits to stand in the way. Don't be frightened by these lonely ghosts. ”

"I know, Master!" Li Bingyang nodded, he happened to have nothing to do here, and he took care of the old man's life every day.

Get up early during the day, practice Baduanjin first, then practice push-ups, squats, sit-ups and other physical kung fu, and finally practice boxing and martial arts.

After that, boil water for the old man to wash in the morning, and then cook for the old man, complicated will not do, but simple rice porridge, millet porridge, eight treasure porridge and other home-cooked porridge, he has done it but I don't know how many times.

At noon, I will take a horse walk, practice calligraphy, buy vegetables, and cook. In the afternoon, it's about the same as in the morning, practicing basic punches and kicks, followed by running to practice the style. After practicing, rinse your body with water, wash your clothes and those of the elderly.

As for the evening, the old man ate early and slept early, going to bed at seven o'clock. Li Bingyang didn't dare to go out, so he naturally forced himself to rest early, so he slowly developed a habit of going to bed early and getting up early.