"It turns out that we still have to talk about the Tao of Calligraphy!Master, we still want to hear you talk more about the Tao of Martial Arts!"

Hearing that Hong Qiaobei was going to talk about the secret of the sermon, the teenagers in the classroom were half angry and put forward their heart's desire. Although the master is talking about the sky, the young people still have a unique love for martial arts in their hearts.

"You don't understand this! There is a law in all the ways, and all things have spirits, and only by mastering this spirit and the law can you cultivate the Tao for a period of time! And the way of writing is the basic way of cultivation, which can be called the way in the path, if you lay a good foundation on it, then no matter what kind of path you cultivate in the future, you will be able to get twice the result with half the effort!"

"Really?" the teenagers were skeptical.

"I'm your husband, and I'll fool you! I can guarantee it in the name of the head of the Dao Academy!"

"That's pretty much it!" The young men completely dispelled the doubts in their hearts and were willing to continue to listen to Hong Qiaobei's fools. Although the title of the dean of the Enlightenment Academy is nothing in the eyes of the big figures of the Ming Dao Sect, it is still very sacred in the hearts of the young man.

Hong Qiaobei's eyes were red, knowing that he still underestimated these little rabbit cubs, so he also tried his best to induce them.

"We just said that all things have spirits, and the words that are the foundation of the book are also spiritual. Calligraphy, that is, the way of words, including both the writing of words, but also the content of words, many people scoff at it, in fact, it seems that ordinary words contain huge power, he can have life, soul, and power, the key is whether you can mobilize your essence, qi, and spirit to control it and use it according to certain laws and laws!

With that, he picked up a pen and gently wrote a word on the blackboard - "water", and then showed it to the teenagers.

The teenagers looked at the word "water" written on the blackboard, and only felt that a dingdong spring water flowed happily in the classroom, which made people feel happy. Yuan Chonghui let out exclamations again and again, feeling very magical.

Hong Qiaobei waved his hand, erased the word, and wrote the same word "water" vigorously, and then let the teenagers see, this time it was different, everyone felt that a kind of ocean breath was blowing in their faces, and they were like a small boat blown by the rain and wind, although they struggled hard, but they were about to be annihilated and swallowed by the water of this ocean! Even Yuan Chonghui felt that he was about to suffocate and stop breathing!

At this time, Hong Qiaobei gently wiped it with his hand, and with the disappearance of the word "water", the ocean of water disappeared in an instant. Everyone gasped for breath at this time, dumbfounded, and their eyes were full of incredulity.

Seeing this, Hong Qiaobei smiled: "This is the way of calligraphy, the same is the word for water, the text is the murmuring of the stream, and the ding dong flows; Wu, the waves are stormy, and the waves are rolling! It is the word 'martial' of the martial arts you favor, and it is not what you think!"

He lightly wrote the word "Wu" on the blackboard. It is strange to say that the word "Wu" does not kill the flamboyant Jin Ge at all in the pen of Mr. Dean, but has a peaceful and peaceful atmosphere, which makes people feel peaceful and peaceful!

The teenagers asked in unison, "Why is this happening?"

Hong Qiaobei was triumphant: "Silly, why is this happening? Hmph! The reason is that you don't understand the fundamentals of calligraphy!" He paused deliberately to adjust the appetite of the teenagers.

"Open your little eyes and take a closer look at what the word 'martial arts' is made of! Martial arts, stop fighting! The original meaning of the word martial arts is to stop fighting! Therefore, martial arts is not competitive and competitive, nor is it brave and ruthless, he and Wendao are on the same path, if you are blindly paranoid about martial arts, then you are on the wrong path!"

At this time, everyone nodded their heads after listening to this, and suddenly realized that this was the case! At this point, Hong Qiaobei's lecture could be regarded as truly entering the hearts of all the young people.

"Calligraphy is also one of the three thousand avenues, and if you learn calligraphy well, you can also derive thousands of doors. However, in order to learn the Tao well, each practitioner must find and realize his or her own unique Dao mind, so that he can go further on the path of cultivation in the future. The heart of the Tao is in the book, but also outside the book, and the way of the book is between the lines and between the heart, depending on how much you can absorb. The same word 'martial arts' is written differently by different people, which is related to the difference in each person's comprehension, and also related to everyone's character, cultivation, talent, and even more to everyone's pursuit of Taoism. ”

Old Master Hong licked his lips that were a little dry, and continued to make a lofty statement: "If you have murderous intent in your heart, then the word 'Wu' in your pen will be murderous, and if you have compassion in your heart, then the word 'Wu' in your pen will be peaceful and peaceful. Therefore, on the path of cultivation, it is most important to find and sharpen one's own Dao mind! Because everyone has a Dao mind that is different from others, looking ahead and ignoring the back, this requires you to diligently pursue, and even more so, to persist and wait for a lifetime! Some people study the way of calligraphy, but they are just nerds, and some people look through it slightly, but they have a deep meaning, and the same is true. Therefore, we should not stick to the old ways, follow the same path, stick to dogma, nor can we forget our ancestors and be arrogant, and the truth of this depends on the purpose of monasticism and the individual's ability to become conscious! No matter what Taoism you learn, it is the right way to be both civil and military, to be relaxed, to be rigid and soft, to be fast and slow, and to be harmonious with each other inside and outside!"

The spittle that Mr. Hong talked about was flying around, and a lot of knowledge about calligraphy was eloquent, Yuan Chonghui listened to it with relish, this was the first time that Yuan Chonghui, who had awakened his soul, listened carefully to Mr. Dean to explain this kind of knowledge, so he naturally would not let it go, and listened attentively to what Mr. Hong said.

Yuan Chonghui listened to it as if he was drunk, like an initiation, I don't know how much others have been taught, anyway, he has benefited a lot, which causes him to think about it: "First, he thinks of being a teacher on the earth in his previous life, but he rarely thinks deeply about the way of the teacher, let alone explores the Dao heart! At this time, listening to it in his ears, he is deafening, and he can't help but sweat, and he is a little embarrassed! At the same time, it also makes him think that he wants to become a strong man and control his own destiny before, and the idea that I am the master of my life is not a kind of rudimentary form of the Dao heart!" Thinking of this, he clasped his hands and secretly encouraged himself, he must learn this magical spell!

When everyone heard Old Master Hong talk so magically, they suddenly had a sense of yearning, and shouted excitedly: "Master, then you can make a 'flying sky' character on the spot and take us to the blue sky for a swim, right?"

Hearing everyone shouting like this, Old Master Hong panicked, his head shook like a rattle, the performance just now was already the upper limit of what he could do, if he showed it further, it would be exposed, so he waved his hand again and again: "You all saw it, I came to the distinguished guest just now, I need to be accompanied, and there is a calligraphy practice class in the next section, this is the foundation of calligraphy, but you have to practice it well, you can't delay it, this class will go here!"

In the middle of the word practice class, when everyone was practicing words seriously, Mr. Hong quietly slipped in again, and came to Yuan Chonghui's side to personally guide Yuan Chonghui to practice, after all, Yuan Chonghui basically slept during the previous practice time, where did he practice!

This flattered him a little, and he was quite uncomfortable tugging at the collar of his clothes. Old Master Hong glared: "What are you afraid of! If you kid is younger, I will have to wipe your ass for you!" and let Hongyu also listen to the training.

The teenagers around them all laughed when they heard this, and they also dispersed some uneasiness in Yuan Chonghui's heart, and honestly and seriously listened to the teachings.

Old Master Hong first wrote a character for demonstration, let him carefully observe and figure it out, and then taught them how to pick up the pen, move the pen, turn the pen, and collect the pen, which is really meticulous. Although Yuan Chonghui also practiced calligraphy in his previous life, he was all practicing by himself, compared with the current practice under the guidance of a teacher, it is simply a difference between cloud and mud.

After all, Yuan Chonghui had the experience of studying in his previous life, and he naturally got started quickly when he wrote, which made Old Master Hong surprised, and he was surprised again and again, saying that he had a talent in this area, and if he practiced hard for a long time, it would not be an exaggeration to become a book saint in the future. Yuan Chonghui knew in his heart, he was not arrogant or impatient, and he was even more impressed.

Hongyu is a guy who doesn't have a bench in his buttocks, and naturally he doesn't like boring word practice, writing is a letter and graffiti, and his palms are not long and acute after a few strokes of the board, Old Master Hong can only give up, shaking his head and sighing, sighing in his heart, the same Taoist, why is the difference in heart so big?

After practicing calligraphy, Mr. Hong asked everyone to continue reciting "Youth Self-improvement Song" in the classroom, and then beckoned Yuan Chonghui to his study, which was not big but very elegant, with rows of books neatly placed on the antique bookshelves. It was the first time for Yuan Chonghui to come to such a study, and he felt very fresh and curious, and looked around.

Hong Qiaobei asked him: "After your soul is well, you must study seriously in the academy, especially calligraphy and medicine, and you must be more attentive, there will be great use drops in the future!"

Yuan Chonghui touched his head: "What about other Taoism?"

Hong Qiaobei smiled, and looked much younger: "If the Dao is practiced to the highest level, then the Tao is a general rule, and the key is whether you have really learned it!" He told Yuan Chonghui: "Among the many cultivations, the calligraphy is the most unique, and many cultivation paths need its bearing, you have to be very careful!" He pointed to the rows of antique books on the shelves, "You can come to me to read more books when you are fine, after all, you have been delayed too much time because of sleep in the past!"

He casually took out a copy of "Dao Zhilu" and handed it to him, "Read more when this book is fine, it will be profitable." ”

After speaking, he led Yuan Chonghui to the courtyard, pointed to a big tree that bent vigorously and said, "Look at this class tree, can you find something!"

Yuan Chonghui carefully observed the big tree around it, and then said: "It is indeed not easy for this big tree to grow like this, first, it has grown into such a big tree today after going through a lot of hardships and finally breaking through the obstacles of the boulder, so it is bent like this; second, it is bent like this but it is still verdant and grows so high, you can imagine how tenacious its vitality is!"

Yuan Chonghui knocked on the trunk of the tree with his hand again, listened carefully, and said with regret: "It's a pity that the big tree won't live long in this lesson, and the trunk has been hollowed out by silverfish!"

Hong Qiaobei nodded, and then asked, "Is there anything else you have discovered?"

Yuan Chonghui bent down and picked a leaf from the branch, put it in his mouth and chewed it, and said: "The leaves of this tree have a special taste when chewed, and maybe they can be used in medicine." ”

Hong Qiaobei smiled with satisfaction: "Reading is like reading a tree, there are three keys, one is how to read, the second is what content and taste are read, and the third is how to treat what you get." Some people are shallow and blind, some people are chewing words and doing things for purity, some people are hooking the essentials and looking at the general outline, and some people are the unity of knowledge and action, and apply what they have learned,...... The situation is different, the results are different!"

Although Yuan Chonghui has read similar statements in books in the past, but it is not as clear and thorough as it is now, listening to it is like an enlightenment, and suddenly realized, he sniffed around with his nose again, and sniffed at the root of the big tree, and then clapped his hands, and shouted as if he had received a treasure: "I understand, the reason why this tree grows so luxuriantly must be due to your merits, sir, do you do not pour urine on the roots of this tree every night when you get up at night, so even if it is bitten by silverfish, it does not die!" After screaming, he suddenly realized something, and spit out in his mouth.

Hong Qiaobei heard Yuan Chonghui's shout, his face immediately turned red, he looked around weakly, and hurriedly said in his mouth: "Stinky boy, what are you doing so loudly! This tree has grown like this before I came, you also know that I am old for the teacher, and sometimes it is normal to do anything at night, and the fertilizer and water do not flow into the fields of outsiders, not to mention that this tree is in danger, and it is also in need of moisture, the ancients said, people are good, although the blessing has not come, the disaster is far away, I just accumulate a good virtue, form a good fate, and stay away from disasters!"

Yuan Chonghui: "......"

He was a little dumbfounded, he didn't expect Mr. Hong to say a dirty little thing so high-sounding and righteous.

Hong Qiaobei patted him on the shoulder, with a solemn face and a serious voice: "A gentleman doesn't act rashly, and he doesn't speak lightly." I believe that your eyes are bright drops, and your mood is a drop of kindness, and I understand that the teacher is a drop of hard work!"

Yuan Chonghui: "I ......"

Hong Qiaobei's eyes glared: "What am I, I! Pick up your book and get out of here for me!" Then he remembered something and added, "Don't go down to the barren river to bathe, let alone spill urine into the barren river, otherwise you will be severely punished!"

Yuan Chonghui smiled, picked up the book on the stone and ran out.

Looking at Yuan Chonghui's back, Hong Qiaobei smiled proudly in his heart: "Little rabbit cub, there are more secrets of this tree, how can you, a stinky hairy boy, know! If I am not like this, how can I hide from your dead ghost master!" Then happily went to the living room to drink tea and play chess with Bao Danian.

Yuan Chonghui returned to the classroom, and the classroom was full of books, "Green willows, germinating in spring, astringent youth, early practice in the morning, not afraid of hardships, washing my soul, not afraid of difficulties, strengthening my physique......"

When he heard such a reading voice again, Yuan Chonghui had a different feeling, the old time of the past life and this life may never come back, he was inexplicably a little stunned, the days in his memory were like the wings of a warbler, flying over the entire year in the blink of an eye.

In this way, Yuan Chonghui, who fused the souls of two people, returned to his student days and became a Taoist seeker of cultivation, which reminded him of the nursery rhyme "Reading Lang" that he sang when he was a child on the earth in his previous life: "Little Erlang, carrying that schoolbag to school, not afraid of the sun, not afraid of the wind and rain, I am afraid that my husband will scold me for being lazy, I have no knowledge (hello) and I have no face to see my father and mother, ...... It's not to be an official, it's not to save face, it's just to be a man, not to be bullied, not to be a cow or a sheep, ......"

Yuan Chonghui in this world doesn't want to see the so-called stepmother Yang Xiaocui again, and he doesn't want to be a nest that is bullied by others, he waved his fist, "To be a man, not to be a bullied cow and sheep" is his primary goal.