Dao Fruit

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

Surprised, he looked intently and saw Qiu Yan writing at his desk! Surrounding Qiu Yan were Sun Xingming and three others who were stunned.

The paper in front of Qiu Yan was faintly emitting fluctuations of energy and blood, and the heat was surging.

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

"What's going on? The hot breath all over the room is coming out of 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 blood on the paper was blown away by him, and the next moment, the warm breath in the room disappeared.

"Huh?" Sun Xingming came to his senses at this time, stood up and walked over. He stood behind Qiu Yan, looked at the row of words on the paper, and read out loud: "The word husband means spirit as the essence, and the word "husband". The heart is the bones and muscles. If the spirit is not harmonious, the character will not be moderate. If the heart is not firm, the character will not be healthy."

After reading this sentence, looking at the flesh-and-blood words, and feeling the strong, enterprising, and upright character revealed in the words, Sun Xingming couldn't help but admire: "Good words! Good sentences! This sentence of yours is so perfect." A tip for practicing calligraphy!”

At this point, he leaned down, widened his eyes, and looked at each word carefully bit by bit, exclaiming: "It really has charm! This trick, combined with the charm of this word, is very useful to those who practice calligraphy." It is truly a treasure! Even if it were compared to previous dynasties and ancient times, it would be considered a great achievement!"

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

The text conveys the truth. It is the carrier of inheriting culture, wisdom and knowledge. Ancient sages and great Confucians spent their whole lives summarizing the principles of heaven and earth, recording them on bamboo slips and paper and passing them on to future generations. When they put down their swords and pens, they not only wanted to use words to describe the truth, but also wanted to integrate their own perceptions of the world, earth and people into the words. This perception and spirit are the charm and character of the words.

Such as the eight-character ancient seal script. It records a sage’s understanding of heavenly fire and human fire, and in the end even the horoscope became a spirit!

Nowadays, most people practice calligraphy by copying, first looking for its shape, and then proceeding step by step. However, there are only glyphs, but they are superficial, just like a dead creature, although it still has muscles, bones, skin and flesh. But without the soul, it’s just a dead body. It’s pleasing to look at at first glance, but you can’t look at it for a long time.

People who practice calligraphy. Only the insights of life or the understanding in the heart can be injected into the words and turned into charm. Only then can one advance from technique to method.

These are simple to say, but how difficult it is to do, throughout the ages. There are only a handful of people who can create rhyme in their writing, but once they can create rhyme in their words, they can be called masters of calligraphy, and their written words are qualified to be passed down to future generations.

Only such a word deserves to be a treasured word.

calligraphy.

At this time, Zhang Zhen and Sun Wei, who had recovered from their trance and surprise, also gathered around.

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 Xing was. His eyes flashed and he raised his hand to touch it, but he was afraid of getting it dirty or wrinkled. He said "These words feel like they are flesh and blood to me, especially when you just wrote them, they seemed to come alive."

Sun Wei also nodded and said: "I feel the same way. I even feel that these words exude a warm breath and can warm the body..." Sun Wei's understanding of calligraphy is not as good as his father and Zhang Zhen, but he is also aware of it. The calligraphy is pretty good.

He had also seen Qiu Yan's original calligraphy. Compared with the one in front of him, it was completely different. It was clear that he had entered the country quickly and entered the house. He would definitely not be an unknown person in the future. To be able to make friends with such a person is a shame for a Xu. It is of great benefit to the son of an official.

However, because he was not immersed in the art of calligraphy too much, it allowed Sun Wei to appreciate and observe more objectively. When he saw it, he suddenly felt doubtful: "Huh? I have never seen this calligraphy on a copybook before. I don't know what kind of style it is." ?”

As soon as he said this, he immediately reminded the other two people. Sun Xingming and Zhang Zhen quickly looked at a few more words, compared and confirmed them with the copybooks, inscriptions, and calligraphy tablets in their memories. However, after recalling for a long time, they could not find the same words. place.

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

Thinking of this possibility, Sun Xingming and Zhang Zhen were shocked one after another, but then they came to their senses.

"That's right. People who can write with verve have integrated their own insights into their words and explained their own principles. The shape of the glyphs has changed and become a new calligraphy style. This is normal, but this means too much..."

Just as their thoughts were churning, Sun Wei exclaimed: "Father, your body..."

"Huh?" After hearing this, Zhang Zhen also reacted. He turned his head and looked at Sun Xingming beside him, and then said in shock, "Uncle Sun, are you healed?"

As soon as he said this, Sun Xingming just woke up from a dream and looked away from the words and looked at himself.

At this time, Sun Xingming was standing by himself and had walked a few steps just now. However, before Qiu Yan and others visited, Sun Xingming was infected by evil spirits. Not only was he skinny, but his limbs were also weak. His internal organs were cramped, so he could only be supported and carried by others. Once he reached a certain place, he would lie motionless.

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

"Hey, when did I stand up? The warmth in my limbs seems to be generated when Mr. Qiu writes..."

As soon as he said this, the eyes of everyone in the room fell on Qiu Yan, who was sitting silently.

Qiu Yan finished writing a column of words in one breath and closed his eyes, as if he was recalling something. Now he noticed a few people's eyes and opened his eyes.

"Brother Xian, your word..." Zhang Zhen pointed to the word, then looked at Sun Xingming who was standing up, but hesitated to speak.

"Of course I have to give this calligraphy to Mr. Sun." Qiu Yan stood up with a smile.

"Give me this calligraphy?" After hearing this, Sun Xingming forgot to ask about his health, but hesitated a little, "This is not good, just talking about calligraphy is already very valuable, not to mention there are people who practice calligraphy. The trick condenses the charm. As long as someone looks at it, they can understand the profound meaning of calligraphy..."

"The secret?" Qiu Yan shook his head.

The series of words written on this paper is not only a calligraphy secret, it can also be said to be a kind of skill. It is the inspiration that Qiu Yan had just accumulated in his soul and the insights he evolved, which he recorded on the paper.

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

This word can only be written when the soul is as connected as one breath!

"Although it's just a prototype, if we continue with this idea and perfect the way of calligraphy, we should be able to develop a technique that both strengthens the soul and invigorates the soul. Even in the end, it's not impossible to become a master in writing. Well, how about it? Give this technique a name?”

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

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

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

"Zhang An, what are you doing?" Hearing this, Zhang Zhen's heart skipped a beat. His attention had been focused on the words before, and he didn't notice Zhang An coming in, nor did he hear the words clearly. But he still knew very well who Zhang An's master was, "What happened to father?"

"Young Master," Zhang An turned around, with a worried look on his face, "The master's illness has just relapsed. He fell to the ground and his face was covered in bruises. No matter how many doctors called him, there was no response."

"What!?" Zhang Zhen's expression changed, "Didn't he say that there was that young calligrapher who wrote to ward off evil spirits? How could it be..."

"I don't even know!" Zhang An cried sadly, then pointed at Qiu Yan, "But I have seen that young calligrapher write, and in terms of momentum and posture, he is far inferior to this young master. If this young master is allowed to take action, Maybe it can quell the evil spirits.”

"Good nephew, it's important to save people. We'll ask about other things later." Seeing Zhang Zhen was a little flustered, Sun Xingming reminded him.

"Yes! Yes!" Zhang Zhen finally woke up and looked at Qiu Yan.

"Without further delay, let's set off now." Qiu Yan did not waste any time, saluted Sun Xingming, and left first. Zhang Zhen and Zhang An quickly followed.

Seeing the people leaving, Sun Wei wanted to follow him and deepen his friendship with Qiu Yan, but was stopped by Sun Xing's name.

"Don't rush to Zhang's Mansion. Go to the Yamen first and inform the government of what's going on here," Sun Xingming said. He glanced at the calligraphy and said with some pain, "Also, take this calligraphy with you."

………………

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

From various places in the courtyard, bursts of crying could be heard from time to time. Servants from different houses came in and out, all of them with sad faces.

In the Zhang family lobby, Qi Jiulian's face was full of astonishment. He stood in front of the desk, holding a pen in his hand, looking at the flow of people coming and going outside the door, his eyes full of confusion.

Everyone who had admired him highly before, now no one pays attention to him. Occasionally, someone walks by with a hurried expression.

On the table in front of Qi Jiulian, there were still a few paintings with still-dry ink on them. The pages were yellowed and exuded a decayed and gloomy atmosphere.

Suddenly, Qi Jiulian woke up, the confusion in his eyes disappeared, and his eyes flashed.

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

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

In front of the door, Zhang Yu and several servants blocked Zhang Zhen's way. He stared at Qiu Yan behind him with a look of disgust on his face: "Go away! You are deceiving everyone with your lies. Do you really think that Zhang Mansion is easy to deceive?" (Unfinished) To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!

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