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Ye Qiudi picked up the fan in front of Su Musha, turned around and walked to the bookcase near the window with the lion ball in his arms.

"These days of recuperation, morning classes can be avoided, but the method of breathing luck between morning and evening, and the technique of meditation and contemplation cannot be saved. ”

Ye Qiudi said, opening the fan and spreading it on the desk. Shuyu slowly spread out a four-foot snow-white rice paper on the side, and pressed it with a long strip of black carved bamboo paperweight.

Su Musha muttered: "Others lie on the top of the cliff, memorize a few words of 'thinking is forgetful, and if you are weak, you are lucky', and then the back of your head is clear and clear, lie on your side, and practice your internal skills after sleeping, how come you come to me, you have to meditate and practice qi all day long, I also want to sleep and practice!"

"Then you have to be able to sleep too!" Ye Qiudi teased Su Mu.

She knew that what Su Musha said was a method of practicing for Guo Jing's kid in a story she heard from nowhere.

However, it is not feasible for ordinary people to integrate the practice of internal strength into breathing, sitting, walking, and sleeping, only the mind is simple, the soul is not wandering, and the spirit is not traveling, which is barely feasible, but it can only be integrated into sleep.

At this time, it is not difficult to integrate the practice of internal strength into breathing, sitting, walking, and sleeping, which is why the master duel, you can know the opponent's internal strength cultivation and luck rhythm between breathing.

"Who said I can't sleep?" Su Musha laughed: "I just like to sleep with beautiful women." ”

"Virtue!" Ye Qiudi glanced at Su Mu.

Shuyu takes out a side of the eel yellow clear mud inkstone, the inkstone body is carved with the stone canal pavilion tile, the knife and pen are condensed, and the skill is exquisite.

This inkstone was given by the king to Su Musha.

However, Su Musha was very impatient with the cumbersome words in this world, but there was a written word, and someone else did it for him, so he never used it, and was placed on the desk as a decoration.

Chengni inkstone is the best with eel yellow, Ze Ruo beautiful jade, hit like a bell chime, easy to ink, do not hurt the pen; winter does not freeze, summer does not wither, insects do not moth, Ye Qiudi likes it at a glance.

Shuyu takes a little water and puts it in the inkstone, presses the ink strip with his fingers, and slowly evens out the ink and flows into the inkstone.

"After the bright moon and dusk, I am drunk alone with a bottle of mulberry wine~"

Shuyu stared at the Jiudan jade bamboo fan and read softly: "Friends give thousands of miles, like a crane flying thousands of miles, if it is far away, it is called a crane." ”

"Yu'er is really powerful, that fan of wild grass, I smacked it for a long time, and I couldn't recognize a word. ”

Su Musha was lying prone on the soft collapse and bored, listening to what Shuyu said, he immediately accosted and praised.

Shuyu was not arrogant or arrogant, and smiled slightly, but listened to Ye Qiudi and Su Mu raise the bar: "Even if it's not a wild grass, you can't recognize a few words." ”

"This is not the one who made the word. "Su Mu Sha Zhenzhen has words," words are a sharp tool for education, but the font is cumbersome, making it difficult for people to learn, and they lose the original intention of making words. ”

In the Valley of the Medicine King, Su Xiaozi and Ye Qiudi are already commonplace. I don't know where he got his crooked reasoning, Ye Qiudi has never won against him, but every time Su Musha admits defeat - in terms of force, Su Musha is far from being the opponent of the little senior sister.

However, now that he is already in bed recuperating from his injuries, Ye Qiudi does not have the same knowledge as him, and does not argue with him anymore, but lowers his head and dips his pen in ink.

""Crane Thread"!" Ye Qiudi sighed lightly and said to Shuyu: "It is rumored that the second post was written by Mr. Withered Teng after drinking the Sangluo wine given by his friend for thousands of miles alone, and he has never heard of his name, but he doesn't want to see it like this today." ”

Shuyu smiled and said: "I saw people in the book praising Mr. Withered Teng's "Crane Thread": 'After getting drunk, leaning on the rope bed, I have to sweep thousands of sheets, the wind and rain are frightening, and the falling flowers and snow are boundless. Get up and don't stop to the wall, and a line of numbers is as big as a bucket. I was frightened when I heard the gods, and I saw the dragon and snake walking all the time. ”

At that time, I only thought it was a bit exaggerated, but now I see this post, the penmanship is thin, flying naturally, like a whirlwind of rain, changing with all kinds of hands, and it is just like thousands of troops galloping on the battlefield, full of walls and horizontals. I was ashamed that I underestimated Mr. Withered Vine. ”

Ye Qiudi didn't put down the pen for a long time after dipping it in ink, just frowned and looked at the ink on the fan, listened to Shuyu's words, smiled slightly, and put the pen on the white rice paper.

The pen is like lightning, and like a storm of wind, like a frightened snake, showers and winds, vertical and horizontal oblique and unstoppable.

During the period, the lion ball lying on the table saw the pen and walked quickly, and was very interested, and wanted to step on the rice paper to chase, but was gently stopped by Ye Qiudi's left hand.

Her right hand still does not stop, as if she can use it with two hearts, until she retracts the pen and copies it with a wave.

If he realized, Ye Qiudi held the pen in his hand, never put it on the pen stand, looked at the fan and the grass post he copied, frowned and thought.

Shuyu looked up and down, and said: "The old man of the withered vine once passed on the disciple flat, straight, even, dense, sharp, force, turn, decision, supplement, loss, skill, called the twelve strokes, that is, the flat is horizontal, the straight is vertical, the average is between, and the secret is intermittent, although the valley master does not have the charm of Mr. Withered Teng's penmanship, but the twelve brushstrokes have been deeply understood, and there is a calligraphy form of Mr. Withered Teng. ”

"The Crane Sticker" is made by Mr. Withered Teng after he is drunk, if the lady puts a jar of wine on the desk, drink and write a book, I think I can get a little charm. It's a pity that the young lady is difficult to get drunk when she drinks, and it is not easy to pretend to write books, but it is a little difficult to have both. Soyu took the opportunity to make fun of Ye Qiudi.

"Okay!" Su Musha talked to pass the time again, "It's too late for this king to persuade her, beg her, and let her quit drinking, but you, Nizi, persuade her to drink, it really doesn't make sense, and when this king recovers from his injury, he has to serve the family law." ”

Soyu sticks out her tongue.

"Drunken copying the book "Crane Sticker" needs to drink mulberry wine, if the wine next to the world, it does not match the copy. ”

Ye Qiudi was still frowning and pondering, but he was able to talk to Shuyu easily.

"Sangluo wine, the name is really good, it is made from mulberries?" asked Su Musha.

"Sangluo wine is made by Luoyang people Liu, it is rumored that he takes water to make wine every time he goes to Sangluo, because the wine is very beautiful, so it is called Sangluo wine. Sangluo wine has always been given as a gift, so it is also known as crane. The method of making Sangluo wine has been passed down from generation to generation by the Liu family in Luoyang, until the former Qin was broken by the righteous army, and the descendants of the Liu family who made wine did not know what to do, so Sangluo wine is now undrinkable. Ye Qiudi sighed, deeply regretful, but his brows were deeply locked, still thinking.

"Sangluo wine also has a name, which is suitable for the prince to drink. Soyu said with a smile.

"How can you say this, it has a miraculous effect on healing injuries?" asked Su Musha.

"It is rumored that the fragrance of Sanglu's wine is beautiful and drunk, and he will not wake up after menstruation. In the pre-Qin period, some people returned to their hometowns after traveling to Luoyang, and only bought Sangluo wine as a gift, but they didn't want to be robbed by the thieves on the road. ”

"What does this have to do with me?" Su Musha was surprised at first, but quickly came to his senses: "Oh, it's the other way around, you, Nizi, have also come to bully this king." ”