Dao fruit.

The hot breath filled the room, and the servant soaked in it, his limbs and bones were warm, and his strength seemed to have increased a lot.

Surprised, he looked intently and saw that it was Qiu Yan writing at his desk!Surrounding Qiu Yan were the three stunned Sun Xingming.

On the paper in front of Qiu Yan, faint fluctuations of Qi and blood were emitted, and the heat was surging.

This servant has never practiced martial arts, so naturally he doesn't know the meaning of masculinity, but this aura is visible to the naked eye, of course it cannot be ignored, and he is amazed in his heart.

"What's going on here? All the heat that fills the room comes from the paper?"

Just when the servant was surprised and confused, Qiu Yan turned his wrist and wrote the last stroke.Then, he put down the pen, picked up the paper, and blew lightly.

call!

The masculine energy on the paper was blown away by him, and the next moment, the warm atmosphere in the room disappeared.

"Huh?" Sun Xingming came back to his senses at this moment, got up and walked over, he stood behind Qiu Yan, looked at the list of words on the paper, and read aloud softly: "The husband character, with the spirit as the soul, with the spirit The heart is the bones and muscles, if the mind is not in harmony, the writing will be immeasurable, if the heart is not firm, the writing will be unhealthy."

After reading this sentence, looking at the words full of bones and blood, and feeling the strength, forge ahead, and roundness revealed in the words, Sun Xingming couldn't help admiring: "Good words! Good sentences! What you said is true. A trick to practice calligraphy! Exquisitely executed!"

Having said that, he leaned down, stared wide-eyed, carefully looked at each word bit by bit, and said in amazement: "Sure enough, there is a charm! This trick matches the charm of this word. For those who practice calligraphy To me, it is a treasure! This kind of achievement. Even if it is placed in the former dynasty and ancient times, it can be called a master!"

Practicing calligraphy must have charm, which has been the pursuit of calligraphy students since ancient times, and it is not an artificial theory.

Writing is the carrier of the inheritance of culture, wisdom, and knowledge. The ancient sages and Confucians spent their entire lives summarizing the principles of heaven and earth, and recorded them on bamboo slips and paper.Inherited to future generations.When they set their knives and pens, they not only want to use words to describe the truth, but also want to integrate their perception of the world and people into the characters. This kind of perception and spirit is the charm and character of the characters.

For example, the eight-character ancient seal records a sage's perception of the fire of heaven and fire of man.In the end, even the horoscope became fine!

Today's calligraphy practice is mostly copying, first seek its shape, and then proceed step by step.However, there are only glyphs, but they are superficial.It's like a dead creature. Although it has muscles, bones, skin and flesh, it has no soul and is just a dead body.But not for long.

People who practice calligraphy can only understand life.Or the comprehension in the heart, injected into the words, turned into charm, can be upgraded from skill to law.

This is simple to say, but it is so difficult to do. Throughout the ages, there are very few people who can achieve the rhyme in their writing. Once they can get the rhyme in their words, they can be called masters of calligraphy, and the characters they write have been passed down to future generations. qualifications.

Such a word is worthy of a precious word.

calligraphy.

At this time, Zhang Zhen and Sun Wei, who had recovered from their trance and astonishment, also surrounded them.

Zhang Zhen is a person who is proficient in calligraphy and has many collections at home, but when he saw this calligraphy, he was as surprised as Sun Xingming. His eyes were shining, and he raised his hand to touch it, but he was afraid of getting dirty and wrinkled. He said: "These words give me the feeling of flesh and blood, especially when you wrote them just now, these words seem to come alive."

Sun Wei also nodded and said: "I also feel the same, I even feel that these characters exude a warm breath, which can warm the body..." Sun Wei's understanding of calligraphy is not as deep as his father and Zhang Zhen, but he is also aware of This word is not bad.

He had also read Qiu Yan's original handwriting, and compared with the one in front of him, there was a world of difference. It was obvious that he had entered the country quickly and entered the family room. He would definitely not be an unknown person in the future. For the son of an official, it is of great benefit.

However, Sun Weineng was able to appreciate and observe more objectively because he did not indulge too much in the way of calligraphy. Seeing this, he suddenly became suspicious: "Huh? I have never seen this style of calligraphy before, so I don't know what it is ?”

As soon as he said this, he immediately reminded the other two people. Sun Xingming and Zhang Zhen hurriedly looked at a few more words, compared and confirmed them with the copybooks, inscriptions, and steles in their memory, but after recalling for a long time, they couldn't find the same words. The place.

"Could it be...is this a new style of writing?"

Thinking of this possibility, Sun Xingming and Zhang Zhen were startled one after another, but then reacted.

"That's right. People who can write with charm have incorporated their own perceptions into their characters and expounded their own reasons. As a result, the shape of the characters has changed and become a brand-new style. It is normal, but this is too meaningful..."

Just when the two were thinking about it, Sun Wei exclaimed: "Father, your body..."

"Huh?" Hearing this, Zhang Zhen also reacted, turned his head, looked at Sun Xingming beside him, and then said in surprise, "Uncle Sun, are you cured?"

As soon as he said this, Sun Xingming just woke up like a dream, turned his eyes away from the writing, and looked at himself.

At this time, Sun Xingming was standing by himself, and he had walked a few steps just now, but before Qiu Yan and others visited, Sun Xingming was infected by evil spirits, not only skinny, but also weak in limbs. The viscera were colic, so they could only be supported and lifted by others, and once they reached a place, they would lie motionless on a recline.

But right now, he not only stood up, but also walked as usual, and even felt a little bit of warmth in his legs and feet. Although he still felt weak, the heavy feeling of evil spirit was gone.

"Hey, when did I stand up? The warmth in my limbs seems to come from Mr. Qiu's writing..."

After saying this, the eyes of several people in the room fell on Qiu Yan who was sitting quietly.

After Qiu Yan wrote a series of words in one breath, he closed his eyes, as if he was remembering something, and now he noticed the gazes of several people, and opened his eyes just now.

"My dear brother, your word..." Zhang Zhen pointed to the picture, then looked at Sun Xingming who got up, and hesitated to speak.

"Of course this lettering must be given to Mr. Sun." Qiu Yan smiled and stood up.

"Give me this character?" Sun Xingming forgot to ask about physical problems when he heard this, but hesitated, "This is not good. In terms of calligraphy alone, it is already very precious, not to mention there are people who practice calligraphy on it." The trick is to condense the charm, as long as someone reads it, they will be able to appreciate the profound meaning of the way of calligraphy..."

"The trick?" Qiu Yan shook his head.

The list of words written on this paper is not only a calligraphy trick, but also a kind of exercise. It is a little inspiration in Qiu Yan's soul just now, and the evolved insights are recorded on the paper by him.

This set of exercises has already transcended the stage of writing to strengthen the soul. When writing with splashed ink, it can vibrate the muscles, bones and membranes, mobilize qi and blood, and thus polish the body.

This word can only be written if the soul runs through it as one!

"Although it is only a prototype, if we continue with the current thinking and perfect the way of calligraphy, we should be able to develop a kind of cultivation method that is both strong and soul-strengthening. Even in the end, it is not impossible to write well, um, how about Give this exercise a name?"

Just as Qiu Yan was thinking, Zhang Zhen turned his eyes and finally saw the servant of the Zhang family.

"Huh? Zhang An, when did you come?"

After this question, the servant named Zhang An woke up from the shock, ran to Qiu Yan in three steps at a time, and said eagerly: "Young master, hurry up and save my master! "

"Zhang An, what are you doing?" Hearing these words, Zhang Zhen's heart skipped a beat. He was all focused on the words before, and he didn't notice Zhang An coming in, and he didn't hear the other party's words clearly. But who is Zhang An's master, he is still very clear, "What's wrong with father?"

"Young master," Zhang An turned his head, his face anxious, "Master just had a relapse, fell to the ground, and his face was covered with bruises, no matter what the doctors called, he didn't respond."

"What!?" Zhang Zhen's complexion changed, "Didn't it say that there is a young calligrapher who writes to suppress evil? How could it be..."

"The little one doesn't know either!" Zhang An wept, and then pointed at Qiu Yan, "But the young one has seen that young calligrapher write. In terms of momentum and posture, he is far inferior to this young master. If this young gentleman is allowed to take action, Maybe it can suppress the evil spirit."

"Nephew, it's important to save people. I'll ask about other things later." Seeing that Zhang Zhen was flustered, Sun Xingming reminded him.

"Yes! Yes!" Zhang Zhen finally came to his senses and looked at Qiu Yan.

"It's not too late, let's go." Qiu Yan didn't delay, saluted Sun Xingming, and left first, Zhang Zhen and Zhang An quickly followed.

Seeing the backs of several people leaving, Sun Wei also wanted to follow and deepen friendship with Qiu Yan, but was stopped by Sun Xingming.

"Don't go to Zhang's mansion in a hurry, go to the yamen first, and report this matter to the mansion," Sun Xingming said, glanced at the words, and said with some heartache, "Also, take this word with you."

………………

At this moment, the Zhang Mansion is still full of people coming and going, but compared with the previous bustling situation, it seems a bit chaotic now.

Everywhere in the courtyard, there were bursts of crying from time to time, and servants from different mansions came in and out, all of them were crying.

In the lobby of the Zhang family, Qi Jiulian was full of astonishment. He stood in front of the desk with a pen in his hand, watching the flow of people coming and going outside the door, his eyes full of confusion.

All the people who admired him before, but now no one pays attention to him, and occasionally someone walks by with a hasty expression.

On the table in front of Qi Jiulian, there were still a few pieces of wet ink, the pages were yellowed, exuding a decayed and gloomy atmosphere.

Suddenly, Qi Jiulian came to his senses, the confusion in his eyes was swept away, and the light flickered.

"It's so evil! It's so strong that it even overwhelms the wishes of the people in the city! Even the charm in my words has been suppressed!"

At this time, riots suddenly broke out at the gate of the Zhang Mansion.

In front of the door, Zhang Yu led a few servants to block Zhang Zhen's way, staring at Qiu Yan behind him, with a look of disgust on his face: "Go, go, go! Bewitching people, do you think my Zhang family is easy to deceive?"

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