"Oh, what's wrong with you?"

Gu Caiyu was very taken aback when he saw the middle-aged scholar screaming a few strange times, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to support him, "Isn't it just a few words of yours, so you won't be angry like this?"

After the middle-aged scholar's eyes left the thousand-character text written by Yang Yi, although his chest was flustered and dizzy, compared to the whirling world just now, the feeling of frequent hallucinations was much better. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

He is a martial arts master, with deep internal strength, he took a deep breath at the moment, and under the flow of internal breath, his mind gradually became clearer, and he said to Gu Caiyu: "I'm fine, thank you for the little lady's help." ”

Gu Caiyu let go of his arm, saw that his face was calm, his eyes were bright, and he knew that the problem was not big, and said: "Okay, it's just a pair of words, if it's dirty, it's dirty, what's the big deal?"

If Yang Yi heard Gu Caiyu's words before he wrote, the middle-aged scholar would definitely argue with Gu Caiyu unrelentingly, but now that he has seen Yang Yi's calligraphy, where would he care about this?

After listening to Gu Caiyu's words, the middle-aged scholar nodded and said: "Yes, yes, yes, what the little lady said is right!

Gu Caiyu saw that his attitude changed so quickly, as if he had changed to a different person, and couldn't help but be surprised: "Huh, didn't you just say that your words are rare?"

The middle-aged scholar said: "I really felt very rare just now, but now that Zhuyu is in front of me, my words have become rubble, and it doesn't matter if I want it or not." ”

Gu Caiyu said happily: "You have vision!"

She is not very good at calligraphy, but she thinks that Yang Yi's writing is very good, far beyond what she has seen written by a famous calligrapher, but as for the specific goodness, she only has a vague clue in her mind, and it is difficult to describe it in words.

After Yang Yi put away the pen, he looked at the words he wrote carefully, and the more he looked at it, the more satisfied he became.

If you want to write such a work in the future, it is estimated that it is unlikely, and this pair of words may be your pinnacle work. Thinking of this, I was a little reluctant to leave this painting here.

He looked at the middle-aged scholar and said with a smile: "Brother Ren said just now, writing also needs inspiration, just like composing poetry, the time and place are favorable, all of them are indispensable, 'the so-called chapter is natural, and the magic hand is even there', poetry is like this, calligraphy and painting are not so?"

He threw the brush in his hand into the pen wash, shook his head and said, "But there is one point, my brother is mistaken!"

The middle-aged scholar respectfully said to Yang Yishi: "I would like to hear about it!"

When he saw Yang Yi writing such wonderful words, he was convinced by Yang Yi, "Please also ask Lord Yang to teach me!"

Yang Yi smiled: "You really know who I am, but you deliberately embarrassed me just now!"

The middle-aged scholar said embarrassedly: "Meeting friends with literature, not with martial arts, this is the rule of many sects to test the descendants of Confucianism, it has been the case for generations, but it is not deliberately embarrassing." ”

He bowed deeply to Yang Yi and said, "Please also ask your Excellency to explain the wonderful theory!"

Yang Yi said: "Don't dare!"

He sighed: "If you want to write well, it is indispensable to study hard and practice hard, and writing poetry is the same, the so-called 'kung fu is outside the poem', which is what it says." ”

The middle-aged scholar nodded again and again, and said: "Yes, yes, yes, deep in my heart, I also feel so, I don't dare to slack off for a day on weekdays, and I have to write a thousand words every day before I stop." ”

Yang Yi said: "If there is no thick accumulation, how can there be thin hair? Without deep accumulation, it is impossible to have the possibility of an epiphany." ”

The middle-aged scholar said: "Yes, yes, yes!"

"But ......"

Yang Yi looked at the middle-aged scholar, "What you do, you must pay attention to talent and understanding, some people are not congenital spiritual, even if they are willing to work hard, but they may not be able to achieve much! You don't see that there are countless good calligraphers in the world, but how many people can be called calligraphers?"

Yang Yidao: "Poetry and painting, there are many people who know how to do it, and there are few achievers, not because they don't work hard, but because they are born with high and low talents." ”

The middle-aged scholar's face turned pale, and he muttered: "Diligence can make up for clumsiness, I **** practice diligently, and I will always be able to understand the wonderful truth!"

Yang Yi asked, "Then have you realized it now?"

The middle-aged scholar was silent.

Yang Yidao: "Since ancient times, everyone in calligraphy has emerged at a young age, and they have been crowned for a while. If you are over 30 years old and do not know how to write a master, your achievements are limited, and the possibility of becoming a grandmaster is very small. It's like playing chess, 'If you don't become a national player at the age of 20, you will have no hope for life!' ”

The middle-aged man lost his soul and didn't say a word, but his face became whiter and whiter.

He is the leader of the generation of disciples of Taixumen, the talent for martial arts is extremely high, when he was young, he was the best among his peers, and later became obsessed with calligraphy, and he learned words all day long, and martial arts gradually fell into disuse.

Now that he is close to his age, he is not confused, although he can be regarded as a martial arts master in the door, but he is far from the brilliance of his youth.

His fellow disciples and brothers have also persuaded him many times, but there is no effect, this Taixu Gate is a Taoist holy land, pay attention to do as you like, practice at will, do what the door does, as long as you do not deviate from the purpose, generally do not impose interference, so see that the persuasion is fruitless, the door people have to follow him.

But when discussing it in private, I can't help but sigh secretly.

At this time, I heard Yang Yi say that the way of calligraphy cares about talent, and the middle-aged man will be skeptical. If an ordinary person said this, he would definitely scoff at it, but he saw Yang Yi write such wonderful words in front of him with his own eyes, and he already had a feeling of admiration for Yang Yi, but he didn't dare to deny it easily.

He is a very smart person, but he usually studies calligraphy ********, and he is so oblivious that he seems a little demented. Now after listening to Yang Yi's words, I thought about it carefully, the more I thought about it, the more shocked I became, my forehead was cold sweat, and I sweated through my clothes for a while, and said in my heart: "How stupid I have been all these years! I have wasted time and sought the end of my life! I am a disciple of Taixumen, practicing martial arts is the right reason, and the way of calligraphy and painting is acceptable.

His face was blue and white, his breath was suddenly solemn, suddenly light, and after a while, his body was shocked, his eyes returned to their smart color, he smiled, and saluted Yang Yi, "Brother Yang, how about giving me this painting?"

Yang Yi smiled: "Enlightened?"

The middle-aged scholar shook his head and said, "Where can I be called enlightened? I just woke up!

He gently rolled up the words written by Yang Yi and presented them to Yang Yi with both hands, "How about borrowing it from me for a few days?"

Yang Yi stretched out his hand to take it and said with a smile: "Can I continue to move forward now?"

The middle-aged scholar laughed, slapped it with one palm, and smashed the painting table in front of him, and a gust of wind blew, and the wood powder rose to the sky and disappeared in a moment.

Gu Caiyu was startled when he saw him so powerful, "Writing, you are so good at kung fu!"

If you slap a big hole in the wooden table with one palm, ordinary martial artists can do it, but if you go down with one palm and shatter the entire table, then you can't do it without a master.

But if you are like the middle-aged scholar in front of you, the internal force of one palm spreads, and the entire table is shaken into powder, which not only requires a high level of internal strength, but also requires absolute control of the internal breath of the body to be able to do it.

Yang Yi smiled: "Calligraphy is not good, kung fu is good!"

The middle-aged scholar's face turned red, and then he laughed, "Brother Yang's calligraphy is skillful, and his speech is also good!"

Yang Yi smiled: "Offended!" handed the text in his hand to the middle-aged scholar, "You frame it for me, and I'll let you see it for three days." ”

The middle-aged scholar smiled: "Deal!"

Yang Yi took Gu Caiyu's hand and said to the middle-aged scholar: "In this case, farewell!"

The middle-aged scholar smiled: "The future is uncertain, be careful!"

(To be continued.) )