Zhang Xiaolin has been living in Guozijian, and because of his special status, the school specially prepared a single room for him, and also arranged two servants to serve him. However, Zhang Xiaolin has always been used to taking care of himself, and the two servants only do hygiene for him, cooking and water.

The hygiene of the room did not need to be cleaned at all, it was clean, including the bedding, as if one had not been touched, and the two of them didn't bother to ask him.

In fact, since Zhang Xiaolin entered the school, he has not touched anything on the bed at all, and he meditates cross-legged on the bed every night.

There was no pressure on him to study tasks, they were all rote memorization, and he happened to have the sense to remember them.

Arithmetic is relatively difficult, but for a person who has gone to college, arithmetic in ancient times was at most equivalent to part of the mathematics knowledge of junior high school.

As soon as the morning dawned, Zhang Xiaolin got up and played Tai Chi in the yard, he also liked Tai Chi in his previous life, but he just painted a gourd in the same way, and now he recalls the one move and formula of Tai Chi Boxing, and knows how superficial it was before.

As long as Tai Chi moves, the aura in the body will run wildly, and the meditation and breathing at night complement each other, one movement and one stillness, one yin and one yang, both water and fire, and the way of the five elements of life and restraint. Therefore, under Zhang Xiaolin's unique cultivation, the green sac practice qi technique entered the realm quickly.

After practicing boxing, the two of them just sent porridge to the nest, and Zhang Xiaolin didn't talk much, but breakfast was eaten, which was also a tacit understanding, day after day, repeating the same thing to each other.

After breakfast, Zhang Xiaolin is going to go to the academy, and now the only thing that is holding back is calligraphy.

When I walked out of the small courtyard, someone kept greeting me: "Your Highness." ”

"Your Highness. ”

Zhang Xiaolin nodded and agreed.

Entering the schoolhouse, Zhang Xiaolin sat down in the front row, and after a while, a goatee wearing a gray robe walked in, and everyone immediately stood up and shouted in unison: "Morning, sir." ”

It turns out that this is Zhu Suiliang? Zhang Xiaolin felt that he had seen it before, the palace, and suddenly remembered that he had seen it in the palace, and it seemed that Zhu Suiliang was mixing well.

In fact, Zhang Xiaolin guessed wrong, Zhu Suiliang did not enter Li Shimin's sight at this time, and his task knowledge recorded Li Shimin's words and deeds, and only provided materials for historians, and he did not have the right to speak.

Because the pen in his hand has not stopped, over time, he has practiced a good hand, horizontal and vertical, well-behaved, self-contained, and there is no one else in the early Tang Dynasty.

Although Li Shimin is still martial, he also loves calligraphy, and even likes to dance and write with ink, which is how Zhu Suiliang slowly entered Li Shimin's sight.

Zhu Suiliang does not smile in class, and is as well-behaved as his words.

After talking about the theory for an hour, Zhu Suiliang was also a little dry, so he announced that he would start self-study and practice a few simple words.

While sipping the fragrant tea, I walked to the students and read their writing.

When he saw Zhang Xiaolin's words, his eyes lit up.

What is this?

Is this still a font that you teach?

Zhang Xiaolin didn't understand it at all, his heart was deeply rooted in the words printed out by the computer, and no matter how he practiced, he wrote it in print.

The so-called printed font is actually Song font.

Song style originated from Song Huizong in the late Northern Song Dynasty, and the reason why it was able to become a family of its own and spread through the ages naturally has his characteristics.

Zhang Xiaolin has been deeply rooted in the bone marrow of Song Ti, and it is a pity that he usually reads more and writes less, although the appearance is correct, but in terms of pen stability, it is too far behind.

Rao is like this, Zhu Suiliang still seems to have discovered a new continent, and he is stunned from the sidelines.

"Your Highness, have you studied calligraphy before?"

"Family heirloom, learned a little bit, just to cope with the prescription. ”

"Your iron painting silver hook, strong and powerful, thin but not losing its flesh, is really graceful, self-contained, more practice, you don't deliberately learn my way of writing. ”

"Teacher, I practice very little. ”

"Yes, in time your handwriting will be unique, you will have to practice a lot, your hands will not be steady. Zhu Suiliang taught him while demonstrating with his hands.

Zhang Xiaolin's receptivity is very strong, and he quickly mastered the correct use of the brush, and after a few pages, he was already at ease.

The more Zhu Suiliang looked at it, the more happy he became, and nodded again and again: "The child can be taught, the child can be taught, your font is completely different from the old man's, my words are wide open, and the force penetrates the back of the paper, but your words are smart and changeable, the intention is not forceful, the intention is to force first, unique style, unique style." “

"Teacher, you are a master of calligraphy, and you have won the award. Zhang Xiaolin looked at his crooked lines of calligraphy, a little embarrassed.

"Who taught you to write?"

"No one teaches it, it is written in the font of ancestral medicine. “

"Ancestral, you mean the font of the Doctor Saint?"

"That's right, it's called Skinny Gold. “

"Thin gold body, good, good font, smart and fast, easy to record, good words!" Zhu Suiliang sighed, suddenly narrowed his eyes, and shook his head.

Zhang Xiaolin knew that Zhu Suiliang had entered a state of epiphany at this time, not a cultivation, but a comprehension of calligraphy.

God, isn't this the mantra of Taijiquan? Could it be that I unconsciously use the softness of Taijiquan when I write?

Next, Zhu Suiliang has no heart to lecture, Zhang Xiaolin's thin gold body has had too much impact on him, Confucius said, there must be my teacher in the threesome, and I will not be bullied.

Not only Zhu Sui was inspired by Zhang Xiaolin, Zhang Xiaolin Ye was inspired by Zhu Suiliang, the intention is not to force, the intention is to force first, the brush is written more and more smoothly on the paper, and finally it is like flowing water, has begun to take shape in the style.

When Zhu Suiliang came to Zhang Xiaolin's side again, he was already stunned.

Zhang Xiaolin, who was still extremely jerky just now, is now like a fly, and looking at what he wrote, his eyes are even more round, but his heart is rolling like waves.

I saw that on the brown and yellow rice paper, a poem was written in a flowing stream, in one go, and the handwriting in many places was connected, which was really graceful:

The rolling Yangtze River is passing away, and the waves are sweeping away the heroes.

Success or failure turns empty.

The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times.

On the white-haired fisherman river, accustomed to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze.

A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet.

How many things in ancient and modern times are laughing and talking.

Zhu Suiliang muttered in his mouth, shaking his head and shaking his head: "How many things in ancient and modern times are all paid in laughter, and they are all paid in laughter!"