i have a sword fairy

Chapter 257 Can You Suppress Me With One Word?Hold me down!

Zhao Rong really only wrote one word.

just.

There are only three breaths from pen down to pen up.

When most of the willful students in the audience thought that he was going to show off his talents, he finished before he had time to focus on it.

On the huge desktop, in the center of a piece of white rice paper, there is a square "Zheng" character from a distance, standing alone like a simple house on the vast snow.

The corners of the mouths of many students who subconsciously approached Zhao Rong's seat and wanted to see him immediately.

You are too short and too fast, right?
Xiao Hongyu was among them. Curious about Zhao Rong, he pulled Li Xueyou closer to have a look with great interest, but he disappeared within two steps.

She looked around, and there was no sound on the field, because everyone was looking at the word from a distance or near, and there was no first opening for a while, but there were already some strange eyes being exchanged.

Xiao Hongyu cast her eyes on Zhu Yourong and Yu Huaijin, and saw that Mr. Zhu had already walked to Zhao Rong's side at some point, bent slightly, stared at the words on the paper, and did not speak, while Yu Huaijin was behind her, staring at Zhao Rong seriously. Writing words, but also not speaking.

She glanced at Zhao Rong, who was slowly putting down his pen, put down his sleeves with a calm face, folded his hands, and turned his head to look in the direction of the long painted red table.

His eyes seemed to be circling on the small bamboo tube.

The three people at the table did not speak for a long time. Gradually, some small voices sounded on the field, and everyone whispered to each other.

Xiao Hongyu had already stopped walking, but suddenly Li Xueyou took her hand and led her to a place not far from the table where she had a good view, and the two of them looked at the word together.

Xiao Hongyu opened his eyes wide and looked at the rice paper on the table, but there was still an upright and unremarkable regular script on it, and did not change too many new patterns, just a "positive" with repeated strokes, only horizontal and vertical Strokes, what can be seen from this?

She looked slightly disappointed.

After secretly guessing and anticipating for so long just now, Xiao Hongyu originally thought that this Zhao Ziyu, whom she thought she had misread before, could write a piece of handsome calligraphy in a graceful and unrestrained way, just like she likes to read As depicted in those best-selling romance novels, at the most critical moment, the protagonist who has been making a fool of himself appears in front of others, and some manipulations cause the audience to gasp in shock, and the villains' faces are hideous, and then they die.

Xiao Hongyu thought about it carefully, um, plus a similar weak girl like Xueyou beside her, looking flushed at the protagonist who shocked the audience, all previous bad impressions in her heart were overthrown, mixed with a radiant image The guilt after misunderstanding stands indestructible in my heart, and my heart secretly promises...

By the way, the protagonist must also be inconspicuous before. When he manifested his holiness, such as after picking up a pen, his aura suddenly changed. In the eyes of everyone, it was like a different person. The book said that the aura was different, probably Is the golden scale a thing in the pool, it means that it can transform into a dragon when encountering a storm, Xiao Hongyu thought to himself.

She glanced sideways at the female companion beside her, looked around, and found that Li Xueyou was also staring at the lonely word with wide almond eyes, blinking, not like a nympho.

There is also that Zhao Ziyu, who has not seen a sudden change in his momentum, he still feels...a bit awkward, but fortunately, even if he is owed, he has a unified style, not like the book has a split personality.

Xiao Hongyu listened to the noise around her, she followed along, and sighed slightly, "This is too short."

Li Xueyou glanced at Zhao Rong and nodded.

Xiao Hongyu covered her mouth and whispered: "Xueyou, your calligraphy is good, did you see anything?"

Li Xueyou looked at the words and shook her head.

Xiao Hongyu curled her lips, "I knew it, it looks like I'm not the only one..."

Li Xueyou suddenly interrupted in a low voice: "Hongyu, but my father also likes calligraphy. I heard from him that some seemingly simple characters are often more difficult to write, especially difficult to write well."

Xiao Hongyu was startled.

Wu Peiliang was very nervous at first. After all, Mr. Zhu favored Zhao Rong in public before, and everyone thought with their toes that there must be a reason for it. After contacting Mr. Zhu's well-known bookworm status, the only thing that can care about is calligraphy. Otherwise, it won't be the son of a teacher and a student, right?

But none of that matters anymore.

When he saw Zhao Rong, he simply wrote a word. Wu Peiliang finally let go of the heart that Zhao Rong had raised since he wrote the pen. , I want to see what words can be written with the word '正'... But I also have to prevent Mr. Zhu from being partial, but thinking about it, it shouldn't be possible. People who are crazy about words must be loyal to words, unless they are really teachers and children.

Wu Peiliang shook his head and laughed,
This young master has carefully prepared for so long, one word?Can you crush me?You can hold me down!You can suppress me with a single word today, and I will be on the spot...

Wu Peiliang was taken aback for a moment, and his thoughts were interrupted, because he was about to raise his head, when a familiar figure walked by the table out of the corner of his eye...

Zhao Rong stared at the emerald green bamboo tube for a while, and when he came back to his senses, he found that Zhu Yourong was still silently looking down at the words. He glanced down, and from Zhao Rong's perspective, he saw her leaning against the edge of the table The hand with the slender index finger is gesturing up and down, left and right, horizontally and vertically.

Zhao Rong withdrew his gaze, thought for a while, and said softly: "Mr. Zhu, I'll help you get the bamboo tube here? It's so convenient to give the paper directly after the paper is corrected?"

That small bamboo tube is extremely precious to Zhao Rong now, and it is related to his future practice. Now it is so casually placed on the long table with no one around, which makes Zhao Rong feel a little uneasy.

I don't know how much Zhu Yourong still has. She didn't say it just now, but anyway, she wants to get it through other means. According to Fan Yushu's description, it is extremely difficult. I guess Zhu Yourong is also because she is a newcomer. Mr. Shuyuan only got so much.

After Zhao Rong finished speaking, Zhu Yourong was quiet for a while, then she was startled suddenly, her reaction came to an end, her eyes reluctantly moved away from the words, Liu looked at him with slightly open eyes, she opened her mouth, as if she wanted to ask something What, but in the end he hesitated to speak, and nodded vigorously to meet his eyes pointing at the bamboo tube.

Zhao Rong got up, clasped his hands in full view, and walked towards the long painted red table. After many whispering students discovered this scene, the noise on the field suddenly decreased, and all eyes followed him who was behaving strangely.

After Wu Peiliang raised his head, he watched Zhao Rong pass by his desk with a dazed expression, walked straight to the long lacquered red table, grabbed the small bamboo tube, stuffed it into his sleeve, and turned back.

Wu Peiliang frowned fiercely, Zhao Rong ignored his unbelievable gaze, passed Wu Peiliang's table directly, returned to his original position, and put the small bamboo tube on the table, but it was very close to his hand.

Wu Peiliang hurriedly followed, and said to Zhu Yourong displeasedly: "Sir, take care of Brother Zhao, the winner is still undecided, so just take the lottery, and besides, he only wrote one word..."

After Zhu Yourong read the words for a while, she opened her lips slightly, took a breath, her chest rose and fell, she reached out to press, and slowly, but just halfway up the hand, it seemed that she had sensed that someone who had been begging for water before Looking at someone, she raised her hand and pressed it down, and finally pressed it on the rice paper with only one word '正' written on it. Now she has no intention of staring at Zhao Rong, and her mind is all on the obsessed thing, Zhu Yourong He looked up and interrupted:
"It's okay, put it in his place, everyone, don't worry about it, you all get closer, let's continue the class first with the word Ziyu, I want to explain it to you, this orthographic word."

Everyone who was not slow at first was stunned, Wu Peiliang's words were held back, his face flushed, and finally he took a deep breath and shut up, frowning bitterly at the simple word '正', carefully, to see to the end What kind of pattern is it.

The students of the Willful Hall gathered a few steps away from Zhao Rong's desk. It was a bit crowded, but they could all be seen.

Zhu Yourong said seriously: "Ziyu's orthographic character really only has two simple strokes, one horizontal and one vertical, but just talking about these two extremely simple strokes, how many people dare to say that they can write well and write a dignified and upright character?" The word '正' comes from? "

"In the past, you used to write dozens of hundreds of characters. With the overall strokes and the smoothness of the cohesion, the overall look is indeed okay, and some even look good, but if you separate each character and take it apart Looking at it, the strokes are inconsistent and twisted, which makes people who understand characters think of them as chewing wax, tasteless and boring, if the characters in the letters are like faces, then it is disgusting."

Many students who were already gentle and obedient, such as Jia Tengying with a serious expression, bowed their heads involuntarily after hearing the words and thinking about them.

It's just that there are still a small number of students who are still dissatisfied and stare at Zhao Rong's words with resentment.

Wu Peiliang muttered again "habitually", "Isn't it just one word, five strokes, horizontal and vertical, if I let me write carefully, I can write it neatly."

Zhu Yourong turned her head to look at him, "Really?"

Wu Peiliang pursed his lips and looked at her unwaveringly.

Zhu Yourong suddenly pointed at the words on the rice paper that were being scrutinized by countless eyes, and said seriously with frowned eyebrows:

"Do you really think that it is enough to write an orthographic character with proper structure and orderly writing? Let's look at this orthographic character. The three horizontal strokes are slightly inclined to the right. This is Tzuyu's brilliance. , Tzuyu’s calligraphy, let’s not mention the miraculous calligraphy style, just talk about regular script, I have studied for many days, and summed up one of its characteristics. ’, the simple three-horizontal drawing makes the entire orthography come alive in an instant.”

In the crowd, many students nodded one after another in a trance, and Wu Peiliang seemed to have noticed something. His eyelids trembled, his lips were tightly pursed, and he stared at the paper. .

Zhu Yourong shook his head and said: "You only saw Tzuyu's casual appearance of writing in a hurry, and the focus was on the wrong place, and you didn't look at the words. See how he writes carefully. Do you know how Tzuyu wrote this word?"

Facing her gaze, the field was completely silent, and all the students turned their eyes away one after another, not looking directly at her. Although what Zhao Rong just finished was too fast, and some students didn't see clearly from far away, but many students who were closer did It's because they didn't notice Zhao Rong's meticulous writing, or some students didn't even know that there is such a way of viewing calligraphy.

Xiao Hongyu bowed her head in embarrassment, Li Xueyou also blushed slightly, looked at Zhao Rong with a calm face, and suddenly remembered that he smiled and proposed to thank her just now, Li Xueyou blushed even more.

Yu Huaijin silently listened to the teacher's admiration for the orthographic character "sigh", and she couldn't help but look at the character 'orthographic' on the rice paper. She was very familiar with this character. Gein had seen it yesterday, and there were many of them, more than 50. It was all added by this guy's weak strokes after playing the piano once, but at that time, Yu Huaijin was seriously practicing her own handwriting by the side, and occasionally glanced at it. There are so many morals and particularities...

The old-fashioned woman pursed her lips, looked away, and did not speak.

After Zhu Yourong looked around, he spoke slowly:
"Ziyu writes horizontal paintings, horizontal is reining, like reining in a horse, falling against the front of the paper, slowing down and rushing back, not step by step like you. His pen touches the paper and presses down to the right. , then draw horizontally and slowly retract it, make a horizontal stroke, and take the upward slope horizontally, like a rider tightening the rein, and the force is inward and straight through the crossbow..."

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and couldn't help looking up at the front of him. At this time, this female scholar, who was serious about reasoning and explaining to the students, had a serious face, with one hand clenched behind her back, and the other firmly pressing the table When it comes to writing, his eyes are piercing, his posture is dignified and elegant, and he is serious and solemn, and he does not see the demure and easy-going, a little cute look when he was in private with him just now.

When it comes to calligraphy, the woman in Confucian shirt seems to be a different person.

After some words, Zhu Yourong sighed:
"In this way, I just wrote these three superb horizontal paintings, and these three horizontal paintings are not the same, but slightly different. Tzuyu moved the main pen of this horizontal painting to the right, and the center of gravity immediately stabilized. Well, this is the technique of adjusting the structure through strokes...in the subtleties, see the strokes, and only talk about the details of this point, at present...I am too late, and I have to learn from Tzuyu."

She looked very serious, and after speaking, she couldn't help turning her head to look at Zhao Rong, who was looking down and silent. He seemed to be still staring at the small bamboo tube. Is the well water in it so important to him?But that pavilion and that well are indeed a bit weird...

If it is said that Zhu Yourong's admiration when analyzing orthographic characters just stirred up waves in the hearts of everyone on the field, then her "easy to learn words" right now is just a thunderbolt in the silent place, a willful student In an instant, they all opened their eyes wide and looked sideways at Zhao Rong with shocked expressions.

Yu Huaijin stared at Zhao Rong, without saying a word, she was already sure that this man who made up a day of lessons yesterday was the owner of the two couplets that she had been wondering about before, and also the teacher she mistook... It's just that The couplets co-written by deputy Zhao Rong and Zhu Yourong still made Yu Huaijin a little worried.

Zhu Yourong was sitting upright, with a dignified and dignified look, staring at the small orthographic character in front of her with burning eyes, without blinking, as if she couldn't get enough of it, with relish, she was like a little girl who suddenly got something she loved, full of interest He opened the mouth and said, "Let's talk about the remaining two vertical paintings. Ziyu hides more details in them. You should listen carefully. Writing the word '正' in the future should make me more pleasing to the eye... "

The students in the willful hall saluted and responded one after another, and Zhao Rong also bowed after seeing this.

Afterwards, beside this small table, everyone crowded around layer by layer, listening attentively to the lecture given by the elegant and dignified Confucian woman in the center, but they still couldn't help but look sideways at Zhao Rong from time to time. Calm profile.

I don't know how long it took, the whistling river wind outside the open space seemed to have stopped, and a reconciliation was reached with Lin Tao of Fenglin, and Zhu Yourong finally finished speaking, her lips curled up slightly.

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, she turned her head to look somewhere, and said with a serious expression: "Peiliang, are you still sure that just writing a single character can write an orthographic character like Tzuyu?"

Everyone looked at it.

Wu Peiliang was speechless and bowed his head in frustration.

(End of this chapter)