"Treading the waves and running thunder, point - volleying momentum. Lin Yao immediately gradually pondered and recalled, and there was already a picture of pen and ink flying in his mind, "Horizontal - thousands of miles of clouds, vertical - mainstay, hook - fish jumping in the abyss, pick - galloping, skimming - swallow sweeping under the eaves, pecking - taste and stop." ”

Seeing that his son understood it with his heart, Lin Yi was silent for the time being, of course he cared very much, and he felt extremely happy to be able to teach.

Fang Cai summed up the "Yongzi Eight Methods" so incisively and vividly on the spot, to be honest, Lin Yi himself did not expect it, and it was indeed extraordinary.

After a while, Lin Yao picked up the large soft hair that his father had just put down, and tried to hold the pen in the air, weighing it up. At this moment, Lin Yi looked at the pen stand, and wanted to suggest that his son practice with a small trumpet first, but then he felt that it would be okay to use a large soft hair, but after all, he didn't speak, and let him do what he wanted.

"Is this pen and pen moving, is it exquisite?" Lin Yao suddenly asked.

"The method of holding the pen really refers to the virtual fist, and the method of moving the pen is intended to be the pen first. Lin Yi immediately replied.

Lin Yao nodded after hearing this, and thought: The intention is to put the pen first, and in one go, the ink will naturally not be dizzy on the rice paper.

Lin Yao immediately took out a piece of new rice paper and spread it, obediently held the soft silk in his hand, dipped it in ink, and tried to write. The word "Yong" is displayed on the end of the pen in an instant, and now I feel that it is very different from before breakfast.

Lin Yao, who had a peek at the door, continued to put pen to paper, fluently writing one after another "Yong" words, not seeking change, but seeking stability, and mastering such a feeling state proficiently. Smooth, steady, isn't this the state of Lin Yao's aunt's requirements for timbre when he practiced a tone when he first learned the flute?

Shen Yi was calm, Lin Yi saw that the word "Yong" in his son's pen was already logical, and the more he wrote, the more magnanimous he became, and he even had a bit of style. The son kept writing, and Lin Yi watched silently, but he didn't feel depressed at all, he just felt happy.

Time passes in a happy way, a morning passes, a stack of rice paper is covered with the fragrance of ink, I don't know how many "Yong" words, not trivial.

Lin Yi can be regarded as being contaminated with writing for decades, how can there be such a situation of practicing calligraphy in his mind?

Because this is his own son practicing calligraphy! Ordinary people have to learn to walk slowly, and then slowly learn to run, Lin Yi's thirteen-year-old son in his eyes, no matter what he learns, he is extremely fast.

Three days have passed in a blink of an eye, and Lin Yao has been practicing this word in the morning and afternoon for three days, and there will naturally be corresponding changes after being stable and proficient, and the word "Yong" with different styles of large and small is even more unknown, and all I can know is that the rice paper has been written.

Lin Yi, who was rarely in a hurry to go to the street, asked Ah Bing to drive a carriage to Yueqing with him after breakfast on the fourth day, and it was estimated that he would need to buy more rice paper and pen and ink.

If he doesn't practice calligraphy today, Lin Yao is in a different mood, standing in the courtyard looking at the sky, and walking away leisurely. When the young master goes out, Xueya will almost always accompany him.

"Xue Ya!" Fang Fei stopped her and took out an oil-paper umbrella.

"Young master, don't ......"

"This is a newly bought umbrella, you see how beautiful it is. ”

"Oh. Xue Ya saw that Mrs. opened the oil-paper umbrella, which was indeed very beautiful.

"Take it. Fang Fei handed the umbrella handle to Xue Ya, "If the young master doesn't need you to use the umbrella, you can do it yourself and let him bask in the sun by himself." ”

"The young master is not afraid of the sun!" Xue Yayan said with a smile. But she happily held the oil-paper umbrella, and immediately turned around and looked at the ink and blue on the oil-paper umbrella, only to think that the smart picture was beautiful, she liked it very much, so she was very happy.

Lin Yao walked on the cobblestone path, and when he heard the words of his mother asking Xueya to bring an umbrella, he couldn't help but smile alone helplessly, and he was still in a good mood. The little goblin Xue Ya is a daffodil, for her life, she can not eat the fireworks of the world, but she must have clear water and sunshine to live her style.

Mother didn't know that Xue Ya was a little goblin, she didn't know that she was a daffodil! Lin Yao smiled and sighed in his heart, slowed down, his eyes were full of flowers, and the pear blossoms and thousands of trees in front of him were smiling lightly, but how could she be as beautiful as that daffodil?

"Young master, look, are you beautiful?" Xue Ya, who was holding an oil-paper umbrella, walked over with a smile.

"Beautiful. Lin Yao raised his eyes, and his footsteps did not stop. Walking through the cobblestone path, the pear blossoms, apricot blossoms, and peach blossoms along the road are eclipsed one after another.

The fruit grove is very quiet, Xue Ya accompanies the young master, the sound of the two pairs of footsteps falling lightly on the pebbles is also beautiful, Mo Dao birds are fragrant, or the flowers are fragrant, this scene is even more intoxicating.

"Catch. "I'm fighting with you. "Rush over. "Eat you pawn who crossed the river. "Look at my horse, don't eat your horse. "Behold my elephants, and do not trample your horses to death. "Don't you see that I still have a horse guarding here, and what can I ......do if I break your elephant?"

"Get out of the car—"

"I still have a car. ”

“......”

“......”

"General. ”

The breeze was blowing, and there were some noisy sounds from the "Huai Caolu" in the south, and Lin Yaotian saw that the two little guys in the pergola, Chunzhang and Qiugui, were playing chess, and they were fighting extra energetically.

The fork in the road appeared in front of Lin Yao and Xue Ya, a cobblestone path led to Junquan on the left bay, and a cobblestone path on the right bay led to Lingran Mountain.

I didn't hear the young master's flute for three days, Yun Xiu was sullen at the bottom of the Green Whisper Lake, in the past, unless it rained, he would definitely come to play the flute on such a sunny day, why didn't he come? Yun Xiu has developed a habit in the past five years, and the days when the young master plays the flute can be regarded as a good day.

In an instant, on the rock on the shore of the Green Whisper Lake, a figure suddenly appeared, and the young master is here today. The clouds that look up from time to time at the bottom of the lake immediately float past, stirring the surface of the water and rippling.

"Yunxiu, look, are you beautiful?" Xue Ya asked lightly with an oil-paper umbrella and into the water.

"Beautiful...... What is this?" Yun Xiu raised her eyes and came closer.

"Umbrella. Xue Ya also raised her eyes.

"Umbrella?" Yun Xiu was confused.

"It can shade the sun. Xue Ya smiled.

Yun Xiu looked at Xue Ya's smiling face, and envied her very much, not that she was good-looking, although this daffodil essence was more beautiful than the umbrella that could shade the sun in front of her, but that she could be inseparable from the young master's side.

Lin Yao saw that the two little goblins had nothing to say, so he took out the flute, sat on the rock, and began to play. Xue Ya quietly stood beside the young master holding an oil-paper umbrella, the east shining with her back was still shining, and the mirror image facing the Green Language Lake was like a Danqing ink painting.

"Spring is late, and the trees are blooming. Cang Geng, picking Su Qiqi. The execution was ugly, and Bo Yan returned. Hehe Nanzhong, the ......"

Accompanied by Lin Yao's melodious flute, Xue Ya is whispering, Yunxiu is singing, and the poetry and sound are lingering among the green mountains and green waters, which is really beautiful. Lin Yao played Xiao Ya's "Out of the Car", but it was reconciled by the two little goblins Xue Ya and Yun Xiu, so tactful and gentle, although it was also touching, the scene of the song fighting and killing was not so chilling.