The sun was shining, the flowers were smiling at me, and the little bird said, "Early, why are you carrying a small schoolbag?" Daoist Fang hummed a song and walked happily on the way to school. Today is a very cloudy day, the sun is hiding in the clouds and does not come out, there are no flowers, there is no school bag, and even the little bird does not want to see this naughty boy. However, none of this mattered, and it did not affect the good mood of the little Taoist priest and his expectations for a better future.

Today, it is called Xiwen.

The text of the text, the text of the article, the text of the talent, the style of the style. Wen can be clear, Wen can establish a career, Wen can become famous, and Wen can make history. Throughout the ages, how many students have studied diligently at night, and they have worked hard for them, and their heads have turned white. How many literati and writers have worked hard for them, led the wind for a while, and passed down the reputation through the ages. Words are the crystallization of wisdom, but also the inheritance of spirit, no less, no less, no less!

Daoist Fang also attaches great importance to it. When you are the boss and a hero, you don't know a single big word, and you always have a little bit of a bad look. Although it is not as important as learning martial arts, it is still necessary to learn it after all. Besides, it's not difficult, and with your own intelligence, it won't take long to learn. After writing a poem or something, people will look at it as a learned person, and at that time, the big girl and the little girl will not compete to throw themselves into their arms?

Beautiful, beautiful! In short, I'm in a good mood.

There were no two steps in the lecture hall, and Fang Yin stepped into the door. The four trails were burying their heads in writing, and suddenly they saw him walking in in a big way, and they couldn't help but be stunned. Daoist Fang sat down, clasped his fists and smiled: "Everyone, give me a lot of advice." Seeing that the brothers were stunned, Daoist Fang was very proud, acting as a master, he was unfathomable, not for anything else, just for the sake of scaring people!

"Fang Yin, go and stand in the back. ”

"What? what do you say?" Daoist Fang was taken aback, and Daoist Lu didn't raise his eyelids: "Half an hour late, punish for an hour." "It's so early, why is it late? I was stunned for a moment, looked left and right, and I didn't know what was going on. The four small paths turned their heads in unison, and said in their hearts Who knows that you are coming, and now I will talk about what is going on for you sooner or later, but it will be too late! Lu Changlian glanced up and sighed: "I don't know if you don't know, and you don't care, you remember, you have to enter the door before the hour, and you don't have to take an example." ”

It's okay? It's okay? This Lu Lao Dao, both the pros and cons are his reasoning, and he really has some demonic spirit. Daoist Fang breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. The tiger and leopard are unbearable to ride, and the hearts of the people are separated from the belly, Lu Daochang didn't know what the little Taoist was thinking at this time, and when he saw him smiling at himself, he also nodded lightly to show his understanding. It's hard to be a master, scolding people in his stomach, hiding a knife in his smile, and no one can guard against it! But it's okay, at this time, Lu Changlian is very relieved, and even a little happy, just because-

He's coming.

Whether you are well-behaved or stubborn, after all, you are just a child, and it is inevitable to make mistakes for a while. Whether he loves his disciples or rebels, he is always his own disciple, so how can the master not take it to heart? Although he beat him before, he still regrets it in his heart, knowing that he has a bad temper, so why bother to care about him in general? As a teacher and an elder, it is a last resort to do it, and the next policy among the next strategies, if he beats and scolds him at every turn, he is unable to discipline himself.

After getting along with this little ghost for a few days, he also knows a little bit about his spleen and surname, how to manage it well, how to teach it well, and he must teach him according to his aptitude and pay attention to ways and methods. You see, this person eats soft and not hard, and is suitable for slapping two dates. Look at it again, this person is naughty and loves to mess around, he should watch it tightly and then grasp it! Loose on the outside, tight on the inside, this is the only trick! Look, don't pay attention to him, dry him for two days, isn't it just a waking up? The kid is sick, the master has medicine here, the wood is not good, and he can barely make do with the carving!

Lu Daochang sighed for a long time, got up and slowly paced over.

In front of him is a big cow, holding a brush to write, the words on the paper are round and round, and a ball of harmony. Next to it was a fox, also writing, and the word was bold and angular. It's a bit interesting, the words written by this person and the person who wrote them look similar! I don't know what the persimmon and the stupid look like when they write it? Daoist Fang was looking left and right from the probe, and he was full of novelty, and he couldn't help but see a horse's face, close at hand: "Donkey——"

The face darkened and grew a little longer. Daoist Fang hurriedly covered his mouth and swallowed the remaining two words back into his stomach. Immediately, the master and apprentice glanced at each other, and at the same time looked away, relatively speechless. This old Taoist is always so elusive, he can't come out cold and scared people, and he can't be scared to death, and he will be scared crazy! Demon Dao! He is asking for it, and it's none of my business! Daoist Fang is a person who cares about the overall situation, although he thinks so in his heart, but when he sees the scene, he smiles on his face again: "Master, I also want to write." ”

Xu felt that he was in the wrong, and he didn't stretch out his hand to hit the smiling person, especially this one-Master! I haven't heard it for several days, and Daochang Lu sounds very kind and pleasant at this time. Like a spring breeze turning into timely rain, it extinguished a lot of anger and gave birth to a little pity in my heart. This child, looking at the age of thirteen or fourteen, has an IQ that is still at the stage of seven or eight years old, and belongs to an older child. I am not confused when I am old, so why should I be like him?

It's just that he can write? Daochang Lu was a little puzzled. He said that he was illiterate, so how could he write? Could it be that he was lying? Could it be that he was deceiving and deceiving as a teacher? People are based on sincerity, and those who are honest are righteous, and those who are righteous are truthful. Let's take a look, Lu Changlian took the pen and paper and put it away: "Write and see." "Daoist Fang is gearing up, Daoist Fang is eager to try, Daoist Fang has already prepared, Daoist Fang is going to give everyone-

Show your hand! Just keep your eyes open and look at it, who says that I don't know a single big character? Hmph, that's fooling you! I can recognize and write, and I can not only know a word? Who underestimated me before, but now he is surprised! Boss Fang sat solemnly in front of the desk, put the pen in his left hand in the palm of his hand, and held the five fingers of his right hand tightly. The posture is stiff and strange, trembling and dangerous as walking on thin ice, tense as if facing a great enemy! As soon as the so-called expert stretched out his hand, he knew if there was one, and Lu Changlian breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, and said in his heart that he couldn't write, but this kid didn't lie.

Why can't you write? Daoist Lu has no one in his eyes, and his eyes are blinded by superficial phenomena! Daoist Fang moves his pen like opening a mountain and breaking a stone, and his pen falls like a big river in the Yangtze River, and when he is young, the pen stops.

But at the beginning, the Tao stood here, creating heaven and earth, and all things were born.

One.

Seeing the black and white words, the Taoist chief couldn't cry or laugh, and said in his heart that it took a lot of effort to create a huge formation, and only drew out this uneven thickness and crooked one? That's it! Finally, it's a word, if you don't recognize it, you can't do it, you can accept it, you really accept it! Daoist Fang looked at his proud work, and his heart was full of joy! How about it? I can recognize and write, and I can't read a single hat in big characters, so I can take it off now? Don't worry, the good show is behind, after showing one hand, come back with two hands! Make persistent efforts, the pen is amazing, one by one, Xiaodao raised his head and smiled: "What is this called?" Lao Dao sighed and replied helplessly: "Two." Xiao Dao nodded with satisfaction, and added another one: "This?" Lao Dao looked at it for a long time, and then admired: "Three." ”

"That's good!" said Daoist Fang smirked and put the pen back on the table. If you don't make a move, it's just three moves, like three heavy punches, hitting Lu Laodao unconsciously. Lu Daochang still didn't give up, and looked at his lover and asked in a trembling voice: "Yet, is there anything else?" Daoist Fang thought for a while, grabbed the pen and drew a line under it. Seeing this, Daoist Lu was completely dumbfounded, and his eyes were dull and muttered: "Four?" Daoist Fang was overjoyed when he heard this, and he knew that he could write one, two, three, or three words, and he didn't know that he could even write four!

Words are as deep as the sea and as solemn as mountains, how can they create something out of nothing? How can they be made out of nothing? In addition to this pen, when the words are not written and the shape is not formed, the horses, deer, camels, and donkeys become a four-like! Daoist Fang is not ashamed, but proud, and he is still elated and triolant! Yes, he is young, and he still does not understand. Is he? He is the only one doing this? Are they all young? Don't they understand?

I don't dare to say it, I can't bear not to mention it.

This is not an older child, this is an older preschooler, there is no foundation, everything has to be grasped from scratch. Daochang Lu was speechless any longer, and deeply felt that the road ahead was long, and there was a long way to go! Take your time, who is not going from ignorance to cognition? At this time, it is too late to learn, but if you have the intention, it is not too late to learn. It's just that manpower is sometimes poor, so he has the heart to teach him, will he study hard? Does he have the ability to do this? His head hurt a little, and he was a little confused, and secretly recited the Supreme Heavenly Venerable, and the Taoist turned around and went out.

"How's that?" Daoist Fang shook his face, smiled happily for a while, and frequently looked at the magical text, and his mouth was full of words. Seeing that the master was angry with him and ran away, he laughed and jumped loudly, and then came to the table to watch carefully, and praised in unison: "Experience!

Boss Fang was so happy that his mouth was crooked, and he couldn't find the north, Niu Dazhi smiled kindly, and said: "Fang Daoyou, these four characters are not written like this. Boss Fang was stunned: "What! Isn't that the case?" Niu Dazhi said with a straight face: "Yuan Daoyou, you can demonstrate." Yuan Shi stepped forward with a smile, took the pen, held the pen, put the pen, and closed the pen.

Four.

This word, horizontal and vertical, dignified, and evenly combined. This word, the next pen is smooth, and the twists and turns are wishful. This word, how dignified and simple, this word, how beautiful and atmospheric! It is not a fluke, don't look down on it, just look at the pen and the pen, the skill can be seen. People stand like loose, hanging their wrists in the air, relaxed and relaxed, and lift lightly. The little Taoist priest had a pen in his hand, and he actually had the style of a general! Daoist Fang looked at the word, and then at the person, a little embarrassed, a little envious, and a little unaware of why.

If you are not afraid of not knowing the goods, you are afraid of comparing goods. In this situation, as long as you are not a fool, you will know that you have just done a big mess. I just laughed proudly, and I just laughed at myself, a blank piece of paper and two blacks, like an invisible big hand fanning my face! One blow on the left, one hit on the right, my cheeks were hot, and my face fell to the ground. These four are four, and the four of their own are not words, and they are clearly one, two, three, and they have lost their face with one more stroke! Failure, failure! Taoist Fang was enlightened and regretted. However, it has become a climate, and it is difficult to pick up the lost face this time-

You see, one two, three or four, isn't it just a four? Four, it should be written like this, this is right!

Boss Fang forced his composure and made the above explanation.

Niu Dazhi smiled and said nothing, and Yuan Shiti was stunned. Zhao Ben sighed and said, "Boss, according to what you say, if you write a ten, why don't you draw ten ways?" Boss Fang coughed and nodded: "Not bad." Hu Feifei laughed: "There is a kind of boss! The boss is the boss! But the boss, give you a million, how do you write?"

Knowing is knowing, not knowing is not knowing, and knowing is knowing. Smart people know that if they don't admit what they do wrong, they will only make mistakes on top of mistakes. Daoist Fang no longer argued, lowered his head and silently looked at the black and white words on the table, not knowing what he was thinking. Dark clouds outside the window, half light and half dark in the room, just in line with the state of mind at this time, how can you not teach people to be speechless? Silent, I don't know when a few people quietly returned to their seats, and the pen fell silently; people returned, but they also didn't know when, they raised their heads in horror, and there was still the same horse face in front of them.

Fang Yin looked at the man silently, for a long time, and said softly, "Master, you teach me." ”;