The master led the way into the door, and the practice was in the individual. After all, self-taught geniuses are a minority, Daoist Fang is not among them, and the foundation is too poor, so I still have to trouble Daoist Lu at this step. In the face of the big enemy, the old demon, Boss Fang lowered his eyebrows and looked very obedient, which can be said to be very rare! Of course, people under the eaves have to bow their heads, neither can they always learn, and if they want to learn, someone must teach them, and if they don't let him teach, who will teach them? Is it difficult to learn from their brothers? Is it difficult to let the younger brother teach? That way the boss will only be even more faceless, and he will be a generation shorter for no reason! Forget it, just let him teach, anyway, he also bears the name of a master, and he doesn't need to use it in vain, and he uses it in vain!

No, it's not in vain.

Lu Daochang went back to the house and washed his face and sobered up. After washing his face, he sat down for a while, calmed down, and then came back. In any case, apprentices are always used to teach, otherwise wouldn't this master be deserved? You can't learn, you can't ask questions if you don't understand, just put your heart into it. Don't you know that when you meet again, your beloved disciple's attitude immediately changes drastically! First, he looked at him with admiration and affection, which made people's hairs stand on end and he was confused, and then he whispered softly and cowardly, which made people goosebumps fall to the ground! What do you say? I won't? You will teach?

The sun came out in the west, and no clouds rained down, going out, entering the door, and in the blink of an eye, judging the two of them! Strange, strange, could it be that he was sick and confused, and he had taken the wrong medicine? Or did the Supreme Heavenly Venerable appear and enlighten him? Lu Changlian's mind had just cleared up and he was a little confused, but seeing Daoist Fang's sincere and thirsty look of humility and respect, he was also quite happy in his heart: "Fang Yin, there are a few things prepared for the teacher, you see——"

Really!

Accompanying the smiling face to say soft words is effective, this is a smooth donkey, coaxing and patting and holding the offering, he is so happy that he can't find the north! Look, the horse's fart has just been filmed, and the big gift will be delivered immediately! Fang Daoist was surprised and delighted, but saw a cloth bag, the color was blue and gray, not big or small, and the ribbon was entangled. When it is opened, it has several pens of length and thickness, a thick and solid roll of paper, a stone inkstone, a copper ink cartridge, and two thin thread-bound books.

Daoist Fang was a little happy, but also a little disappointed, touched and looked at it for a long time, and then looked at Lu Daochang: "If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools, this is the four treasures of the study, and the study is indispensable; these two books, one is a three-character scripture, and the other is a thousand-character text, and you can call it a little general text when you are familiar with everything contained in it; this cloth bag is a green bag used for the teacher's early years to travel down the mountain, you can take it and use it." Lu Dao spoke for a long time, stroked the cloth bag with his hand, and his eyes scattered in the void, as if he recalled the past, those passing years, and those clouds and smoke in the past.

Several little Taoist priests turned their heads and looked at the cloth bag, with a little envy, a little jealousy, a little puzzlement, and a little unwillingness in their eyes. Daoist Fang was overjoyed: "It seems that none of them have this! Don't look at this cloth bag as inconspicuous, but it is really a good thing! Why? Isn't this clear? Others don't have it, so they have their own, this is called Scorpion Baba, the only one!" Seeing that his family has a good child, Daoist Fang's dissatisfaction with Daoist Lu couldn't help but dissipate a little.

Whether things are good or not, it's all in personal preference, if you are born with a love of dancing knives and sticks, it is not uncommon for you to give him the entire study room eight treasures. Rare things are precious, don't love it, only love it, the world is good. As long as someone is red-eyed, as long as someone fights for it, it is a piece of, and it is also soft gold! If you coax me to lift it for a while, openly and secretly, it will be worth doubled, doubled, and doubled. What are you talking about? Aren't you talking about Bao'er? That's what you say, that's right.

Back to the point.

Fang Daoshi not only wants to do a good job, but also has his tools, and finally wants to show his strength and feet, and do a big job!

Lu Changlian opened a book and pointed out: "Fang Yin, read with me - at the beginning of people, the surname is Benshan." "What's so difficult about this?" Fang Yin read the book at the moment and said it out loud. Lu Changlian nodded slightly, and closed the book: "Okay, let's learn these six words today." "That's it?" Daoist Fang was stupid. It has just begun, it has ended, it was full of expectations, but it was a big disappointment, Daoist Fang raised his head and said dissatisfiedly: "It's only six words? Come again, I want to learn a hundred!" Lu Changlian was silent, leaned over to take the pen, moistened the ink, and wrote down the six characters on the paper, and said: "Look, the pen, it's like this." ”

Press the hook to the top, the five fingers are used for their own purposes, the height should be appropriate, and the tightness should be moderate. The virtual and real change with the pen, the pen is also right, the fingers and wrists must be flexible, and the elbows and shoulders are more relaxed. This way, this way, said that Daoist Fang was in a fog, like a goose. It's just a pen, and how poor and exquisite? How to take it or not, how to write or not to write? Fang Yin was a little impatient, and slowly lowered his head. But I saw those six characters, vigorous and powerful like a branch, the wind and bones were as dignified as an old pine, the iron painting silver hook penetrated the back of the paper, and the majestic horse took off! Good words! Good words! Although I don't know it, I can know it. Boss Fang is a person with eyesight, this word is obviously more majestic than persimmon, to compare with his own, don't mention it, learn!

People have to die more than others, and goods have to be thrown away, and people are not afraid of being incompetent, but afraid of self-righteousness. Daoist Fang is not that kind of person, Daoist Fang has made up his mind to study hard and not to compare with others. Shaoqing Fang Taoist came to take the pen, Lu Changlian pointed and pointed, this is not right, that is not possible, it is crooked, loosened, these, Fang Daoist gritted his teeth and endured it, and finally learned a eighty-percent appearance, and finally waited until Lu Laodao nodded and pulled out a piece of white linen paper: "Okay, according to the words of the teacher, write it again." ”

Okay, it's finally time to start! Daoist Fang was full of confidence, and he was going to do a lot of work with a splash of ink! Don't you know that the tip of the pen had not yet fallen on the paper, Daoist Lu suddenly stretched out his hand to stop: "Fang Yin, you, uh, go back to the house and write." Fang Yin was stunned for a moment, and then his anger surged: "I'm not going!Hmph, you must be afraid that I can't write well and embarrass you!" Lu Changlian waved his hand again and again: "No, no, it's not like that-"

"What's that?" Daoist Fang glared angrily, unrelenting. Lu Daochang pondered for a moment, and squeezed out a smile: "Fang Yin, those who are new to learning words, need to be quiet and unattended, so that they can not be disturbed by external objects! Daoist Fang thought for a while, and hesitated: "Is this so?" Lu Chang said honestly: "Exactly! You think about it, your ears are noisy, your mind will be confused, how can you write well?" Fang Yin sighed when he heard this, nodded and said, "It makes sense, and it is true." ”

Seeing this, Daoist Lu breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly said: "Let's go, take it after the words are written, and let the teacher see your talent!" At this time, let him write from here, and he was not happy: he is a talented person, and he can't show it casually, and he can secretly write it after a while and then take it out, so as to give others a big surprise.

The secret Dao said to the Supreme Heavenly Venerable, and the old Dao finally took the path.

Why?

The apprentice has the plan of the apprentice, and the master has the master's care. As the saying goes, there are differences in wood, and people are good and bad, and no matter what the person's talent is, just talking about the progress of this learning, this matter is absolutely impossible. Here we have talked about picking peaches on the tree, and we have to talk about planting seedlings and raising seedlings, and here we have taught the hens how to lay eggs, and the chicks have not yet broken out of their shells. How can we let him learn together? How can we teach together? Saying that one side does not understand, and saying that one side knows everything, one time he is busy in vain, and he delays things at both ends, and he will not succeed. What's more, Daochang Lu has another concern-

Boss Fang was born to be a person of right and wrong, let him sit here, I am afraid that no one here will be able to feel at ease.

It's really helpless, that's all.

Lu Daochang thought that he had a plan and was complacent. As everyone knows, a genius is a genius, and the ability of a genius cannot be measured by common sense, and the progress of a genius must be a thousand miles. And the innate non-human being, no matter where he sits, will not make people feel at ease! Before he could settle his mind, the other party had already panted and ran back with his hands raised, and said eagerly: "Master, Master, take a look, is my writing good?" Such a speed was really unexpected, and Lu Changlian was surprised and surprised, so he took the paper and looked at it fixedly——.

At first glance, it was dark in front of him, and he didn't fall up in one breath, and almost fainted!

At the beginning of people, the surname is benshan.

Is it good? Crawling horizontally like an earthworm on the ground, hanging vertically than caterpillar silk, skimming people to break their legs, and bending hooks to break their waists for a car! I have seen the poor writing, but I have never seen such a bad writing, and this word can no longer be described as miserable. That's it, beginners, I didn't expect him to write well, what is even more infuriating is that he writes nonsense, scribbles! Fang Daoist was eager to make meritorious contributions, eager to express himself, Tengteng ran back to the house three times five divided by two according to the gourd painting scoop drum out of the things, you don't need to look at it to know what it looks like!

What is it like?

Let's talk about it, the line is not the line, the grass is not the grass, and the Kaili seal book is not relied on at all! How wild and unrestrained, how strange and enchanting! fluttering like a fairy, it is difficult to distinguish between life and death, the two kings are angry and angry, they are drunk and absolutely down, the style is self-contained, and the brushwork is difficult to eliminate through the ages. That's it, that's it, it's not good to write, it's not good to write, it's all okay to adjust. The most infuriating thing is that there is a blank piece of paper, six black characters of all sizes, crowded to the brim! You say how wasteful this is, it costs both ink and paper, and when the Taoist chief looks at it directly, the ink on the paper is slowly stained together, and a white paper has become black paper, and a god-level masterpiece has finally disappeared.

"Fang Yin, what do you call a teacher?" Lu Daochang took the black paper and asked gloomily. Daoist Fang was shocked when he saw this, strange and annoyed: "Huh, no, obviously-" Since the work has come to naught, there is no need to evaluate whether it is good or bad, Lu Changlian breathed a long sigh, took the pen and paper and put it on the case, and wrote the six characters in the upper left corner. The body is small, as small as broad beans. The size is like this, write one stroke at a time, you can't be impatient, and think about it with your heart.

Daoist Lu handed over the paper to speak, and Daoist Fang took it and retreated.

As soon as the steamed buns came out of the pot, they turned into thin porridge in the blink of an eye, it was really strange, what the hell was in the daytime! Daoist Fang had words in his mouth, and left with a frown. It seems simple, but it is not easy, it is a fine polishing of the kung fu work, how can it be achieved overnight! Taste and smell the ink pool water of Xi? can know that Huaisu book plantain? Everyone has success is still like this, and the first person who enters this door is the wood of the embrace, born in the end of the millimeter, the nine-story platform, from the soil, not in a hurry, but also have to take it slowly. It is about learning words, but also doing things, and it is also for people.

This is half a day. Until noon, Daoist Fang did not come back.

The sky outside the window was still hazy, and the Taoist chief's mood gradually brightened - this step, he, finally came out. No matter how difficult and difficult, no matter how stumbling and stumbling, the starting point is to go on the road, and moving forward will make progress. The apprentice must be practicing diligently, copying stroke by stroke, and painstakingly cultivating for the teacher, but it has not been put into water after all. Hard work will succeed, and hard work will always be rewarded, just like the apprentice, and the same is true for the teacher.

Thinking like this, Lu Daochang slowly walked out of the lecture hall.