Crazy Concubine: Uncle, please lie down

Chapter 13 I Don't Have a Master

I eat in the school cafeteria in the morning, and the food is okay.

After a simple meal, the old man appeared in front of Han Tianlan with an old man in a black robe in the morning, pointed at Han Tianlan and said to the man: "Old man, I'm talking about this kid, how about it? Pretty handsome."

And the old man in black robe looked at Han Tianlan with fiery eyes. He held Han Tianlan's hand and asked excitedly, "Student, where did you learn from?"

With this sentence again, Han Tianlan looked helplessly at the two old men in front of him: "Where did you come from?"

When she saw the two of them, she knew they were here for the three words she just wrote, but she was not interested at all.

It's a joke, if the old monster who lived on the earth as a vampire for more than 500 years and lived in the Xuannan Continent for more than 200 years, adding up to more than 700 years old, can't write a good handwriting, it is really a joke.

"Where did your calligraphy come from?" the black-robed old man known as the old man asked earnestly.

Han Tianlan shook his head and said lightly, "I don't have a master."

The old man in black robe was startled slightly, swayed his body and muttered to himself: "How can there be no master, it's impossible!"

Immediately afterwards, he grabbed Han Tianlan's hand excitedly: "You really don't have a master? Self-taught?" He stared at Han Tianlan with bright old eyes.

Han Tianlan frowned and withdrew his hand, then glanced at the old man without speaking, but anyone could see the displeasure in his eyes.

A lot of spectators had gathered around, pointing fingers and guessing who Han Tianlan was, and he could make an old man known for his facial paralysis lose his composure like this.

And Han Yi was also outside, looking at Han Tianlan in surprise at this time, when did the Han family have more people like Han Tianlan.

Up to now, he has not recognized that Han Tianlan is actually Han San, but the core has been changed.

The gray-haired old man stopped the excited old man, looked at Han Tianlan and said apologetically, "Student Han Tianlan, don't get me wrong. This is Principal Cang. He appreciates your handwriting very much. Can you speak in another place?"

The black-robed old man also reacted, looked at the students surrounding him, nodded quickly and said in agreement: "Student, can we have a good chat in another place, then go to my office."

The students around were surprised again. Not only did this facial paralysis lose his composure in the student cafeteria, but he also spoke respectfully to a student. Is this world going against the sky?

Many students looked at Han Tianlan again, and felt that he was no different except for his better looks, so he shouldn't be...
But there are some students in Han Tianlan's class who can't help but wonder how good Han Tianlan's handwriting is, and even Principal Cang admires it so much.

In the Faculty of Arts, everyone is useless, so the comparison is never about cultivation, but about piano, chess, calligraphy, painting and literary knowledge.

For example, Principal Cang is a master of calligraphy, and the gray-haired old man is a master of chess. He is called Teacher Li, and both of them are highly respected in the school.

Seeing that there were indeed many people around, Han Tianlan nodded and left with the two of them.

Principal Cang's office is not in the teacher's office building, but in a bamboo forest behind the school.

The environment here is quiet, in line with the temperament of the old man.

As soon as he entered the bamboo forest, he saw Han Yi's figure. He glanced at Han Tianlan lightly, and then respectfully called out to Principal Cang, "Teacher!"

"Xiaoyi is here, just in time, come and meet this classmate, he is a master of calligraphy!" Principal Cang's smiling face was wrinkled, not at all serious and stereotyped in normal times.

Han Tianlan looked at Han Yi, and only then did he realize that he was actually Principal Cang's closed disciple. No wonder he always felt that his temperament was different from others.

Han Yi glanced at Han Tianlan, and just greeted him lightly: "Hello, my name is Han Yi."

There is no other superfluous words.

The other two old men also seemed to understand Han Yi's temperament very well. Principal Cang smiled and spoke for his students: "Don't be fooled, he has this temperament."

Han Tianlan shook his head faintly to indicate that it's okay, and then said three words to Han Yi: "Han Tianlan." It was just three simple words, which seemed to clarify his identity.

Walking into Principal Cang's office, Han Tianlan's whole body shook, looking at the various calligraphy and paintings hanging in the room, his heart was full of turbulent waves.

This Principal Cang has reached such a state in calligraphy and painting, and it is estimated that he is only one step away from entering the Tao.

Then Mr. Li's claim that his handwriting is somewhat better than his is pure nonsense.

From Han Tianlan's point of view, the two of them are like immortals, he is ordinary, and principal Cang is immortal.

Strictly speaking, my handwriting is only good. Although there is meaning in my handwriting, there is no Tao at all, and the old man's handwriting has already touched the boundary of Taoism.

When I was in the Xuannan Continent, there was a scholar with five spiritual roots who entered Taoism through calligraphy and painting.

And now there is an old man who has touched the edge of calligraphy in front of him, and Han Tianlan has to be in awe.

Han Tianlan calmed down, bowed to the four words "Tao follows nature" directly opposite to show respect, and then turned to Principal Cang and said, "Dare to ask the teacher if he has spiritual roots!"

The suddenness of her question made both Han Yi and Teacher Li change their expressions.

Only Principal Cang was the only one with a calm demeanor. He smiled faintly and shook his head and said, "To tell you the truth, although I have five spiritual roots, I was abolished 70 years ago, and now I have no spiritual roots."

Han Tianlan knew it in his heart and didn't ask any more, but Principal Cang said, "Why do you ask Tianlan like that?"

Han Tianlan hesitated for a moment, he could see that Principal Cang was obsessed with calligraphy, and it was precisely this that made him realize that his Dao Xin barely touched the threshold of calligraphy, but he didn't know it himself.

Although innate spiritual roots are very important in the journey of cultivating immortality, what one cultivates is the heart!
Once the Dao heart is broken, even a genius with a single spiritual root will hardly make any achievements in the cultivation process.

Of course, there are also many people who have cultivated to a certain level, but they have not cultivated their Taoism, and they only rely on their own innate spiritual roots.

It is generally difficult for this type of people to reach the peak, and it is absolutely impossible for them to become immortals.

While Han Tianlan was hesitating, Principal Cang said again: "If you have anything to say, little friend Tianlan, it's okay to say it!"

Han Tianlan just hesitated for a moment and said, "Does the teacher know what he said?"

All three present shook their heads.

Han Tianlan didn't say any more, but told the story of the scholar in Xuannan Continent that he knew in another way.

After mentioning that the scholar entered Taoism with calligraphy and painting, and cultivated to Nascent Soul with the body of five spiritual roots, the three people present were all shocked!
A whole new door seemed to open in front of my eyes, and then I lost it again.

That's right, although they started their Taoism with calligraphy and painting, they have spiritual roots, but the people present are all useless materials without spiritual roots. Even if they are talented in other aspects, they cannot cultivate successfully.

Han Tianlan looked at the disappointed expressions of several people, sighed slightly and continued: "I don't know much about this, but if I can really realize the Dao Heart in my own field, maybe I can see hope."

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