Last year, when the old man Lin Yi asked the carpenter master to make this vertically carved camphor wood brand, he also made two horizontally carved plaques, both of which were four-character but not as big as the width of a palm. Compared with the plaque of the gate of "Lin Yin Village" that Lin Yao was already looking at in front of him, one was slightly shorter and narrower, with four elegant words engraved on it, and one was slightly narrower and longer, with four extremely elegant words of "bright moon and clear breeze".

Lin Yao walked into the door briskly, and when he stepped into the second door, he saw the four-character plaque of "Bright Moon and Clear Breeze" in a conspicuous position, which was on the door of the main hall.

Fang Fei, Mingxiang, and Xueya, who went to the back slope to pick tea, have not yet come back at this time, and the courtyard is very quiet. The five pots of camellia bloomed in the morning sun, and the old man Lin Yi was in the study at the moment.

The study is on the left side of the main hall, located in the northeast corner of the courtyard, and the orange and banyan trees standing quietly in the morning sun are happily whirring in the wind, as if sensing the footsteps in the corridor.

"Yao'er, you're back!" Lin Yi saw the young man who walked into the study.

"I'll be back first. Lin Yao said succinctly.

The morning sun shines in from the pane, and the study is exceptionally bright, and Lin Yao is rare to come to the study at this hour. In recent years, Lin Yi has not often drunk tea in the main hall at this time, but often reads books while drinking tea in the study, or writes as he does today.

Lin Yi did not teach his son to write, at the beginning of teaching his son to read, he still lived in a thatched house, and later the house was built, and his son was still young when he first had a study. Unexpectedly, his son has the qualifications to cultivate witches, and his future is really beyond Lin Yi's vision, and his heart is full of plans for his son's future, which can only be completely overturned, and his son's study situation is also natural.

Therefore, the father and son use the study on weekdays, and they are very tacit and courteous, without disturbing each other, and rarely meet in the study.

In the study, the father and son each said a few words when they met, and there was no other thing to say. Lin Yi continued to write his words, and Lin Yao looked at it everywhere.

On the north side of the study is a bookcase, on the south side is a door and a bookcase that is not so wide, and then Lin Yao's eyes are cast on the top of the bookcase, and the horizontal plaque engraved with the words "When the snow is fast and sunny" is hung there.

When the snow is fast and the weather is clear, Lin Yao likes these four words very much, and of course he also likes this plaque very much, and he is in a good mood every day when he sits in the study and looks up. When he saw this plaque at the beginning of winter last year, Lin Yao felt the meaning of the words, and the day he named "Xueya" came to his mind.

That kind of sky is rare, and there is not snow in the south of the Yangtze River every year, so Lin Yao once guessed that his father's idea of writing "when the snow is fast and the snow is clear" is also derived from the heavy snow, Lin Yao just read all the books in the study here and really didn't know that "when the snow is fast" has another source, and only cares about his own feelings.

Lin Yao turned around leisurely, and his eyes fell on the words written by his father: "The reason for the void of nature, there are natural things, there are natural things, there is no annoyance, the heart is not annoying, the heart is at ease, and the dwelling of nothingness is in the ......" The memory was searched, and he had not read it before, Lin Yao turned his eyes and looked at the previous text. "There is Huang Ting, Guan Yuan, and then there is a secluded front life gate, breathing in the hall, entering the dantian, and being able to cultivate it for a long ......time," Huh, Lin Yao was very surprised, even if he hadn't read it before, but what was explained between the lines was actually the fun of cultivation, and how could he not understand it.

I really didn't expect that my father was so familiar with the fun of cultivation, Lin Yao looked at it from the previous article, and he was amazed.

In such a situation, Lin Yao couldn't help but peek at his father again, his soul state was very good, but it was very normal, and he was not a cultivator.

Of course, in the past thirteen years, Lin Yao has seen the gradual change of his father's temperament, from a scholar to today's gentle and elegant, just like the words in the pen, his expression is very different.

"Daddy, what did you write?" Lin Yao asked.

"Huang Tingjing", Wang Xizhi's Xiaokai. Lin Yi stopped writing and responded.

"It turned out to be calligraphy!"

"You think Daddy is writing an article!"

"Hmm. Lin Yao nodded, and then asked, "Is Wang Xizhi a cultivator?"

"How do you say that you have high skills?" Lin Yi put the pen away, "Although Wang Xizhi is a member of the Taoist sect, his most impressive skill is calligraphy, known as the 'sage of calligraphy'. As for cultivation, the degree of strength, there is an allusion to 'three points into the wood', maybe you can know a thing or two. ”

"Three points into the wood, daddy and come. ”

"At that time, Wang Xizhi accompanied the emperor to the northern suburbs to worship, and he needed to replace the new greetings, and ordered the craftsmen to cut off the old greetings on the wooden boards. The craftsman cut the wooden board layer after layer, there is still ink, the old greeting is also Wang Xizhi's book, it is conceivable that Wang Xizhi's skill with the pen, into the wood three points will come from this. ”

"Oh. Lin Yao looked at the soft hair with ink on the inkstone, and took off a new one from the pen holder and touched it.

"Yao'er, do you think it's easy?" Lin Yi asked with a smile.

"It shouldn't be difficult. Lin Yao said and hung the soft hair in his hand back on the pen holder. Although he had never written with a pen, and there was no need for Lin Yao's own true cultivation, with Lin Yao's current magic power, whether it was soft or hard, he could make the ink enter the wood for three points, and even if it entered the bone, it was extremely simple.

"Does Yao'er find it difficult to write?"

"I haven't written it, let me try it first. ”

"Okay—" Lin Yi moved the unfinished "Huang Ting Jing" to the side and spread a new piece of rice paper.

Lin Yao, who was standing opposite, picked up the soft hair on the inkstone, dipped it in ink, pondered it for a while, and began to put pen to paper on rice paper.

Two horizontal and one vertical, after writing a "Shang" character in three paintings, Lin Yao looked at his first attempt, and then looked at his father. Although his son wrote in an orderly manner, Lin Yi was not in a hurry to comment, but he was full of emotion in his heart, his son who had already read so many books in the study here was still writing for the first time, and it was really funny to think about it.

The appearance of the word "Shang", in fact, did not meet Lin Yao's expectations, and continued to write after a while, and there was still consideration in his mind when he put down the pen, but unexpectedly, the pause in his thoughts made the soft ink blur on the rice paper, and the second one was written with the word "have", only to see that it gradually became a moonless night under a horizontal skimming.

Lin Yao stared at this word that he didn't know what to do, as if he felt that his brain was in water.

Hard-headed, Lin Yao continued to put pen to paper, "Huang", "Ting", "Xia", "Guan", "Yuan", "Hou", "You" and "You" were written, but they really couldn't write anymore.

Because it was unsightly, Lin Yao copied his father's words and wrote them like this, and the word "yes" written on his face was not as messy as the word "have" written earlier, but still looked very ugly. In contrast, ugliness and beauty are very distinct, and of course they can only be convinced.