Yuanlong

Chapter 210 Lingxu Old Taoist Priest
Chapter 130 Five Lingxu Old Taoist Priest
He Ni is not for Wang Sheng to sculpt, but for him to learn to shape.If you can't even do the most common clay modeling, wouldn't it be impossible to carve out the desired shape with a carving knife?
This can be regarded as the most basic part, and Wang Sheng also understood that he worked very hard.Start with the simplest regular shapes such as squares, circles, and triangles, and gradually transition to slightly more complex shapes.

There are also similar steps on the earth, but it is the basic training of art.No matter what art sculpture or lettering is, if there is no mold template and no art foundation, it is a nightmare.

In the morning, at the request of the little teacher, he made shapes with clay. In the afternoon, Wang Sheng and the little teacher learned to write with an old Taoist priest in the village.No way, the foundation of calligraphy is almost zero, so I have to learn it from scratch.

In particular, calligraphy in this world is still at a stage similar to official script and running script, and regular script has not yet appeared, so it is more and more difficult to practice.

For the time being, Wang Sheng is not yet troubled by fonts. His big trouble now is holding the pen.

The brush used for writing is not much different except for the slightly different hairs used on the earth.But the problem is that Wang Sheng's current power is really too great.

Even the pen barrel made of steel pipe can be bent by Wang Sheng with a slight force, not to mention the pen barrel made of bamboo.It's easy to just hold the pen barrel, but it's another matter if you want to move according to your own will.

Wang Sheng's feeling is as if he is holding a crispy and soft incense stick in his hand, and he still uses the brush to write.If you can care about the pen tube, you can't care about the strokes, and if you can care about the strokes, you can't care about the pen tube.Often when writing half a word, the pen barrel is crushed to pieces.

After crushing the two pen barrels, the old Taoist did not let Wang Sheng use the pen, let alone practice calligraphy on the precious animal skin, but asked him to use a branch to make a small sand table, so that he could control his Let's talk about strength!

Wang Sheng didn't feel that the old Taoist made a big fuss at all, and he didn't mean to disobey the old Taoist at all. He obediently practiced slowly in the small sand table with the branches.

With just a few words, Wang Sheng realized that he was far from controlling his power, and that his terrifying power had not yet been fully displayed.

Vigorous and explosive power Wang Sheng can control, there is no problem, but this kind of slow force and static power Wang Sheng is almost completely uncontrollable.Fortunately, Wang Sheng has enough patience and enough psychological endurance. He doesn't care about other people's strange eyes and expressions, and practice slowly on his own, getting familiar with it bit by bit.

No matter what you do, there are no shortcuts.What Wang Sheng himself said, he has more experience.Since the basic skills of calligraphy are far behind, Wang Sheng practiced hard by himself.Not afraid of ridicule, not afraid of failure, no one will never attend the meeting, Wang Sheng has never been decadent even when he was called a waste, let alone practicing calligraphy.

To be honest, the old Taoist priests were not specifically responsible for teaching calligraphy.According to the little teacher, the old Taoist priest actually had great knowledge, but he didn't bother to live with those Taoist priests of Laojunguan, so he found a small mountain village to live in seclusion.

This small village is surrounded by mountains and rivers, with beautiful mountains and clear waters, and the villagers are simple and honest. The old Taoist priest could not move his feet when he wandered all over the place, so he directly built a small Taoist temple on the edge of the small village and lived there.

I don't see the old Taoist doing homework on weekdays. The Taoist and the old Taoist often help the villagers to see a doctor or something, and they get familiar with it after going back and forth.No, the literacy of the children in the village depends entirely on the old Taoist priests, and Wang Sheng has followed suit.

Wang Sheng knows how to be a man, and if he troubles others by himself, he must not come here empty-handed.All kinds of delicious food, drinks, and clothes were delivered to the little teacher and the old Taoist priest every now and then. After more than ten days, Wang Sheng was as close as a family to them.

The old Taoist is not taboo about meat and vegetables. He also eats meat and drinks alcohol.

At the beginning, Wang Sheng also devoted himself to learning calligraphy, regardless of other things.Wang Sheng didn't ask the old Taoist priest about the identity of the god in his Taoist temple until everyone was familiar with it and almost had nothing to talk about.

The small Taoist temple may be very informal, so there is only one statue inside, which is not at all the Sanqing worshiped by Taoism on earth in Wang Sheng's impression.

"That, of course, is the ancestor of my Taoism, the Taishang Laojun!" The old Taoist hits it off very well with Wang Sheng, especially when drinking, so he doesn't mean to make fun of Wang Sheng's rudimentary question at all, and gives Wang Sheng a serious answer. explain.Wang Sheng is still practicing calligraphy with him like a child, how much can he be expected to know?

Since Wang Sheng asked, the old Taoist said a little more, and let Wang Sheng understand a little more.

Taoism in this world is very similar to that on Earth.It's just that there is no such thing as one-qi transforming into three cleanses, and there is no Tao Te Ching, but another classic called Dao Jing.The central idea is also similar, and it is also the rule of the avenue to simplicity and so on.

"Quiet and inaction?" The old Taoist said this, and he spurned the Taoist priests of Laojunguan: "Those fellows of Laojunguan are also worthy? I have lost myself in the world of flowers and flowers, what a fart of quietness, what a fart of inaction! "

With Wang Shengxiaojing's wine, the old Taoist cursed those who he regarded as pious.Then the topic naturally turned to Wang Sheng.

"Your strength is enough." The old Taoist said: "There are very few people in the whole capital who can match your strength. You can lift weights as if they are light. Your cultivation is very good, but you are still a little bit worse. Continue Let's practice handwriting, when you can do it with ease, it will be almost done."

As soon as he uttered a few words, Wang Sheng immediately looked at this slovenly old Taoist priest with admiration for not observing the precepts.Wang Sheng didn't show much power in his own eyes, but he can see all these things from the little bit that Wang Sheng showed when he was practicing calligraphy, which cannot but be admired.

Lifting the weight as if it were light, Wang Sheng did it.I dare not say anything else, when Ah Qi, a long-legged beauty on the road, was assassinated, Wang Shengneng, a giant tree weighing ten thousand catties, waved it like a small stick.

But it is really difficult to lift lightly.Whether it is holding a brush or a branch, it is actually an easy task, but Wang Sheng can't do it.Excessive force at every turn, crushing the branches of the pen holder is a common occurrence, and it is still a thousand miles away from Ruozhong.

As if he felt that his words were not convincing enough, the old Taoist picked up a chopstick and swung it left and right a few times.There was a whining sound of piercing through the air, as if what the old Taoist priest was holding was not a chopstick, but a huge siege log.

He casually stabbed towards Wang Sheng, and the sound of the wind combined with the power of the stab, gave Wang Sheng a feeling as if a locomotive was about to hit him.

(End of this chapter)