After coming down from the mountain, open a restaurant to support my daughter

This time, not only Du Gui thought so, but everyone else thought so.

Du Gui didn't write anymore, so he stood in place and waited for Chen Ning to bring Xiaolong back.

Chen Ning obviously didn't want others to hear what he and Xiaolong said.

Directly took Xiaolong and walked to the corner counter at the other end of the medicine hall.

Rong Rong didn't follow, and handed it to Chen Xiaoqi to take it temporarily.

Putting the paper on the counter, Chen Ning said directly to Xiaolong, "Your basic skills are good, and your talent is also very good, but do you know where your biggest problem is?"

"My fingers are disabled.

Xiaolong naturally glanced at his hand.

In fact, Xiaolong still doesn't know if Chen Ning can write.

But I don't know why, from the moment Chen Ning began to speak, there was a kind of blind trust in his heart, as if everything was as it should be.

"Your hand is indeed a problem, but it is not the main reason, you think that your hand is defective, so you have been exercising the strength of three fingers, so that you can hold the pen more steadily, which is not wrong in itself, but there is one thing that you ignore, that is, flexibility, the strength is great, but part of the flexibility is missing, and there is ......"

Chen Ning said while grabbing Xiaolong's stump and gently massaging it.

Xiaolong listened to Chen Ning's words very carefully.

But as I listened, I suddenly felt a warm flow of air running between my palm and three fingers.

"Don't be distracted, remember my words carefully, the skills of calligraphy should not only be powerful and flexible, but also give the font a soul, a word without a soul is not a real calligraphy ......"

Chen Ning's low tone called Xiaolong back to his senses.

Obviously, Chen Ning cheated a little bit.

He used his abilities to improve the dragon's hand, making it more agile and powerful.

And that's just part of the 'cheating'.

"Okay, remember my words, now I'll write something, you can copy it in your head, you don't need to write it now. Chen

Ning only took more than a minute to preach.

Then he took the pen and ink directly and sketched a few times on a piece of rice paper very casually.

"This is ......"

When Xiaolong saw the thing on the paper, he was a little stunned for the first time.

But soon the dragon's eyes widened.

Apparently he saw something amazing that attracted him.

Chen Ning didn't really write at all, and there were only five strokes on the rice paper.

And these strokes are not the kind of horizontal and vertical strokes.

There is even the crooked feeling of some children's graffiti.

But after the second sight, Xiaolong was deeply attracted.

At this time, his eyes seemed to see the continuous swimming combination of these strokes on the words.

The fonts of dragons flying and phoenixes constantly emerge.

"Okay, it's useless for you to watch more for the time being, now it's enough to remember a little feeling!" When

Xiaolong looked at it for nearly two minutes unconsciously, Chen Ning suddenly interrupted it with a loud voice, and reached out to put away the rice paper with strokes written on it.

"Ah, this, this...... I want to worship you as a teacher, is it okay?"

Xiaolong saw that the rice paper was taken away by Chen Ning, and he felt that his soul had been sucked away.

"No, I don't accept calligraphy disciples. Chen Ning shook his head very dryly and said.

Chen Ning always remembered the rules of his master, each of the five disciples could only accept three disciples in his life, and his first place had already been given to Takeda.

Even though Takeda is now deceased, after being recognized by Chen Ning, Takeda has occupied a disciple quota forever.

Xiaolong may be very talented in calligraphy and painting, but he is not suitable to be his own disciple.

was simply rejected by Chen Ning, and Xiaolong's eyes suddenly showed a look of disappointment.

"Although I don't accept you, I can still give you occasional advice...... Give this piece of paper to you, take a little time each day to look at it, but remember not to give it to anyone else.

Chen Ning saw Xiaolong's emotions, thought for a while, and handed the piece of paper with strokes written to Xiaolong.

It's not that Chen Ning cherishes his calligraphy.

He wrote these strokes seriously, although they were not complete words, but they were far from being comparable to the medicine that he had written casually before.

This piece of paper will even shake the calligraphy world when it falls out.

When the time comes, it will definitely bring a lot of trouble to Xiaolong.

"Huh?"

the little dragon froze again, and then ecstasy.

Although I couldn't apprentice, I was able to guide myself, so what was the difference between that and the master.

Especially

this piece of paper! Xiaolong can't measure the value, but he knows that this piece of paper will bring him immeasurable progress!

It can be said that each of these strokes is the work of a calligraphy master, and money can't measure the specific value at all.

"Thank you, I, Cheng Long, will be at your disposal for everything in the future.

Xiaolong didn't say much, but just bowed deeply to Chen Ning and reported his full name.

In Xiaolong's heart, this bow is the apprenticeship.

"You're acting too old, you're only a teenager, let go of some mindsets, no matter what you have on your shoulders, don't let what you think you think become a shackle in your heart.

Chen Ning patted Xiaolong's shoulder again, and said as if he meant something.

Xiaolong's body trembled slightly, and after his expression was tangled, he wanted to say something.

But before he could speak, Chen Ning waved his hand again and said, "We just met, so don't talk about so many things, let's go, let's go and defeat that old thing first to vent our anger."

Xiaolong breathed a sigh of relief, and then remembered that he had been in contact with Chen Ning for less than half an hour.

But...... Why do I believe in him from the bottom of my heart, it feels like I've known him for a long, long time.

I was almost about to tell the secret of my heart just now.

Maybe he recognized this master in his heart!

It was only six minutes before Chen Ning left with Xiaolong.

The rest of the people were watching the movements of the two of them, but they couldn't hear what they were saying.

Including the torture of this warrior, he also tried to 'eavesdrop' a little, but unfortunately he couldn't succeed.

"Haven't you written it yet?" As

soon as Chen Ning came back, he asked Du Gui directly.

"It's just a few words, you can write it casually, I thought about it for a while, I was really a little impulsive just now, otherwise ......"

Du Gui didn't know which tendon was wrong, and at this time there were some signs of regret.

You know, he was full of confidence just now.

Chen Ning saw that Du Gui had some 'conscience discovery', which made his dislike for him a little less.

However, he wanted to regret it, but Chen Ning would not agree.

If he didn't teach this old man a lesson, he didn't know what distress was.

"No, let's get started. "

You...... Hmph!" Du

Gui didn't expect his kindness Chen Ning to appreciate it, so he couldn't help but snort coldly again, and then turned around and put pen to paper.

Quickly wrote four words on a half-meter-long piece of rice paper.

Although he has always been looked down upon by Chen Ning, in fact, Chen Ning has never seen Du Gui's words.

After glancing at it now, Chen Ning smiled slightly.

Du Gui's words are actually not bad.

But in Chen Ning's eyes, it's just good.

If Chen Ning is allowed to make a pertinent evaluation, it is that the rules and regulations have nothing to do.

In Chen Ning's eyes, a font without a trace of soul integration cannot be called real calligraphy.

One level lower, even if there is no soul, at least there must be some physical momentum.

But Du Gui's words can only be said to look very good-looking, and there is not even a bit of unique momentum.