Chapter 351: The handwriting of the horse's feet revealed

Zhang Xiaohua returned the shopkeeper's pen and ink and other items, and went to the pharmacy with great enthusiasm to grab medicine, but he knew that he had already exposed himself in front of others.

Although the sky is dim and smoke rises from all over the place, many shops have lights on and doors to welcome customers, and the pharmacy is not closed either. Zhang Xiaohua naturally would not go to the medical hall earlier and just find one in casually. The shopkeeper was not very busy, so he picked up the prescription handed over by Zhang Xiaohua, but frowned slightly, but was not surprised at all. In this town, although there were people who took doctors to prescribe neat prescriptions to get medicine, more of them were like Zhang Xiaohua, who asked someone or copied other prescriptions to get medicine by themselves. Zhang Xiaohua's crab-like handwriting could only increase his experience to the shopkeeper, and there was no other effect.

Taking the medicine boiled by the friend, Zhang Xiaohua paid the money and threw his "motto treasure" into the garbage in the store. At this time, Nie Qianyu in the inn smiled and explained to Xiao Juzi, who was confused, "Little Juzi, I blame you for your attention to details on weekdays. You must know that details determine success or failure. You didn't see Ren Xiaoyao's three-character classic that he had only learned for three months, but he didn't know that his handwriting showed his great flaws!"

"Is that so? Miss, I see that he is really not well written. Even if you draw your words, it is extremely ugly. Do you see that he is making false?"

"No, those words are his true level, but I can only see it because he did not make a fake."

"Oh, Miss, don't keep it a secret. What's the flaw? Tell me out quickly!"

Nie Qianyu was still calm and said, "Do you still remember what my father said about the calligraphy of famous artists?"

Xiao Juzi thought for a while and said, "In my impression, the words are just like the person, and the pearls are round and jade."

"Puchi" Nie Qianyu couldn't help laughing and laughed: "It's round and smooth, and it's rich and charming."

Xiao Juzi begged, "What do you think?"

"Dad praises people, usually they are thick and thin, with a tight and dense shape, vigorous and natural, simple and clever, square and hard, round and soft, subtle or ostentatious, and their brushwork is like floating clouds, agile as a shocking dragon, and also vigorous and round, vigorous and powerful, etc."

Xiao Juzi still didn't understand, and looked at her lady blankly and said, "Is Ren Xiaoyao's brushwork actually has so many advantages? Why can't I see it?"

"Bah" Nie Qianyu spat at Xiao Juzi and said, "How can his handwriting have so many advantages, but it only takes up one place."

"Huh," Xiao Juzi said strangely: "The word crab with the first hand has great advantages?"

"Yes," Nie Qianyu said thoughtfully: "It is strong and powerful, and the pen is straight through the bottom of the paper. As my father said, there are many people in the world who are rash and have never been accustomed to calligraphy. However, when writing, they often use internal strength inadvertently. The pen is full, and even a real calligrapher cannot compare with. You see, is Ren Xiaoyao like this?"

I have to praise Nie Qianyu for saying that he is such a big expert at a young age.

Although Zhang Xiaohua was enlightened by "Shuowen Jiezi" and had read countless herbs in a short period of time, he was the most important thing to do when writing ink. He didn't have time to practice any brush calligraphy, even if he didn't know the strokes of most characters, let alone studying calligraphy, the brush calligraphy is of course extremely ugly.

But after all, his body was full of true energy, and, just as he saw a glimpse of the way of heaven, the path of calligraphy was just a trivial skill. Although Zhang Xiaohua could not really write, there was already infinite internal force and a little meaning of the way of heaven. Although Nie Qianyu was naturally intelligent and understood the power of Zhang Xiaohua's strokes, he was not a big shot after all, and he had never seen the natural charm of his master's way in calligraphy.

But even this simple understanding has completely confirmed what Nie Qianyu thought: this guy must be a martial arts master.

However, then another question arose: How old is this young man?

Because, according to Nie Qianyu's limited experience, those who can have such pen skills are immersed in internal strength for decades. Only when the internal strength is applied to a certain extent can the understanding of internal strength be transferred to the expression of calligraphy. Generally, many heroes from the martial arts world who are older than Zhang Xiaohua may not be able to write the pen skills as before.

Until Zhang Xiaohua came back from outside with the medicine, Nie Qianyu was still thinking about this issue.

Zhang Xiaohua entered the cottage, took out the medicine that was still warm, and said, "Ms. Nie, this medicine is still warm, can it be used? If not, I will pick up the kitchen and heat it up."

Nie Qianyu looked at Zhang Xiaohua with a smile and said, "It's okay, this herb is just right."

At this time, Zhang Xiaohua saw something wrong with Nie Qianyu and Xiao Juzi looking at her, and couldn't help but raise her vigilance and said, "Well, that's the best."

After saying that, he handed the medicine soup to Xiao Juzi, and he was about to go out.

Nie Qianyu would not miss such a good opportunity and shouted: "Ren Xiaoyao, wait a moment, I have something to ask you."

"Oh, Miss Nie has something to do, but please tell me." Zhang Xiaohua asked carefully.

Xiao Juzi looked at Zhang Xiaohua with complicated eyes and said, "Wait a little, I will talk about it after serving the lady after taking the medicine."

Xiao Juzi's look made Zhang Xiaohua even more uneasy, and she couldn't help but step back a little and stand with her hands.

Seeing Nie Qianyu finishing the medicine and staring at Zhang Xiaohua for a while, Zhang Xiaohua stood there, feeling like a fish being stared at by two female cats, she felt a little creepy, and couldn't help but ask, "Miss Nie, what's the matter? If you have any, please tell me quickly. I've been tired for a day and I have to go and rest quickly."

Seeing Zhang Xiaohua's escaped tone, Nie Qianyu became even more tense. She asked with a smile: "Ren Xiaoyao, where is the prescription you copied just now?"

Zhang Xiaohua frowned and thought for a while. She didn't know what was strange about the prescription she wrote. She said, "I threw it out from the medicine shop. Do you still need to use that prescription lady? Oh, yes, will you take medicine tomorrow morning? I forgot."

The little Juzi angrily said, "Where does my lady need to take the second dose of the medicine prescribed? This bowl of medicinal soup is enough."

After hearing this, Zhang Xiaohua felt a little moved again and tentatively said, "So Miss Nie's medical skills are very clever?"

Nie Qianyu repeatedly waved his uninjured left hand and said, "That's a little bit of praise. Although the little woman knows some medical skills, she can only treat small diseases. The little woman's current condition is just caused by anxiety, and her wrist is a little injured. It is really mild. Of course, it can be cured by just one dose of medicine. If it is anything else, the little woman cannot guarantee it."

"Oh, that's how it is." Zhang Xiaohua felt a little regretful.

Seeing Zhang Xiaohua like this, Nie Qian and Yuqi said, "Can your family be sick and need a miracle doctor?"

Zhang Xiaohua thought about it for a moment and then told Ji Xiaohua's mother's condition. Of course, he ignored everything he encountered Ji Xiaohua and only talked about one of his neighbors.

Nie Qianyu heard this and smiled and said, "If you describe it, it is just a simple tuberculosis disease, it is very simple. It's just that the family has been poor for a long time and has not received timely treatment. Ordinary doctors in the market can cure it. If you are worried, I can prescribe a prescription and take the medicine and condition it for ten days and half a month. It should be better. However, the illness lasts for a long time and it is difficult to recover."

Zhang Xiaohua was overjoyed when she heard this. She was about to ask her to prescribe a prescription, but she could also hear that ordinary doctors could treat it. Thinking about how much silver she had left for Ji Xiaohua, it must be enough, so she smiled and said, "Since Miss Nie said this, let them go to the medical hall for treatment. I thought I had some great disease."

Nie Qianyu felt a little disappointed when he heard this, and said, "However, this is just your description. The way to cure diseases is to look, listen, ask and touch. Everything must be carefully read. If it is convenient, or I will go and take a look."

Zhang Xiaohua was not willing to let her know the details, so she said: "It's so troublesome to Miss Nie. You are not in good health yet. Let's wait until later, and I'll talk about it if you have the chance in the future."

Then, he was about to say goodbye. Only then did Nie Qianyu realize that Zhang Xiaohua had a wrong topic again. He couldn't help but feel angry and funny, and said, "Ren Xiaoyao, wait a moment, I haven't mentioned the question I asked you yet."

Zhang Xiaohua said to herself: "Are you talking nonsense? Of course I know you didn't say it, but I just don't want you to ask."

But he said, "Then please give me advice."

Nie Qianyu said: "How old are you this year?"

After hearing this, Zhang Xiaohua said naturally: "Ms. Nie will tell you how old she is first, and then answer your question."

Xiao Juzi next to her was unhappy and blamed: "Ren Xiaoyao, it depends on how you speak. Don't you know that the age of a girl is a confidential matter? How can you tell others casually?"

Zhang Xiaohua scratched her head and said, "The age of a girl can be kept confidential, but the age of a boy cannot be kept confidential? The teacher told me that those who want others to give to themselves must first do to others. I don't understand clearly. I also asked Miss Nie to teach me, do you have to answer other people's questions first when you want to ask other people's questions?"

Nie Qianyu and Xiao Juzi had a moment of conversation. Isn’t this the truth? I asked someone else’s questions in vain, so I naturally had to report them one by one. Nie Qianyu couldn’t help but feel a little angry: “Why is this guy so merciless?”

After thinking about it, Xiao Juzi said, "Ren Xiaoyao, I am fourteen years old this year. You can rest assured now. You can tell us your age."

Zhang Xiaohua smiled and said, "Hehe, when did I say that you said first and I will say it?"

Miss Nie said angrily: "You... don't cheat!"

Zhang Xiaohua was not angry at all and smiled and said, "Besides, even if I want to say it, I have to wait until Miss Nie finishes talking before it's my turn. Miss Nie asked me first just now."
Chapter completed!