"Oh, what's wrong with you?"

Gu Caiyu saw the middle-aged scholar screaming a few strange screams, and fell to the sky. He was shocked and hurriedly reached out to support him, "Isn't it just a few words that have been dirty? Isn't it so angry?"

After the middle-aged scholar left the Thousand-word text written by Yang Yi, although his chest was stuffy, breathless and dizzy, the feeling of frequent hallucinations was much better than the dizzy just now.

He is a martial arts master with deep internal strength. He took a deep breath. As the internal breath flowed, his mind gradually became clearer and said to Gu Caiyu: "I'm fine, thank you for your help."

Gu Caiyu let go of his arm, and saw that his face was calm and his eyes were bright. He knew that there was no big problem, so he said, "Okay, just a pair of words, it would be dirty. What's so great? Are you so excited?"

If Yang Yi had heard Gu Caiyu's words before writing, the middle-aged scholar would have argued with Gu Caiyu unyieldingly, but now that he has seen Yang Yi's calligraphy, how could he care about these things?

After hearing Gu Caiyu's words, the middle-aged scholar nodded and said, "Yes, yes, yes, the little lady is right! Just a word, it will be dirty, and it will be nothing great!"

Seeing that his attitude changed so quickly, Gu Caiyu couldn't help but wonder: "Huh? Didn't you just say that your words are rare?"

The middle-aged scholar said: "I really thought it was rare just now, but now my words have become rubble, and it doesn't matter if you want it or not."

Gu Caiyu said happily: "You have vision!"

She was not very good at calligraphy, but she thought that Yang Yi’s words were written very well, far beyond what famous calligraphers had seen. But as for the specific advantages, she had a vague idea in her mind and was difficult to describe it in words.

After Yang Yi finished his pen, he looked at the words he wrote carefully. The more he looked, the more satisfied he became. Just now, his heart and mind were in harmony and conveyed his emotions through calligraphy. He actually entered an extremely rare state of calligraphy and painting. After one go, he found the work in front of him.

If I want to write such a work in the future, it is probably unlikely that this character may be my peak work. Thinking of this, I am a little reluctant to leave this character here.

He looked at the middle-aged scholar and smiled and said, "As a gentleman said just now, writing requires inspiration. Just like writing a poem, the right time, place, and people are all indispensable. 'The so-called chapter is natural, and I got it by hand'. This is the case with poetry, so isn't calligraphy and painting like this?"

He threw the brush in his hand into the brush to wash it, shook his head and said, "But there is one thing, man has made a mistake!"

The middle-aged scholar respectfully bowed to Yang Yi and said, "I wish to hear it carefully!"

When he saw Yang Yi write these wonderful words, he convinced Yang Yi, "Please teach me!"

Yang Yi smiled and said, "You really know who I am. I deliberately made things difficult for me just now!"

The middle-aged scholar said awkwardly: "Making friends through literature is not through martial arts. This is the rule that many sects test the descendants of Confucianism. It has been like this for generations, but it is not intended to be a dilemma."

He bowed deeply to Yang Yi and said, "I would like to explain the wonderful theory!"

Yang Yi said: "I dare not!"

He sighed: "If you want to write good words, it is indispensable to study hard and practice hard in your daily life. Just like writing poetry, the so-called "kung fu is beyond poetry" means this."

The middle-aged scholar nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes, yes, yes, my heart is deep, and I feel that it is the same. I don't dare to slack off every day. I have to finish writing a thousand words every day before I stop."

Yang Yi said: "If you accumulate a lot of money, you will have an enlightenment in one's life. If you don't have a lot of money, how can you get a weak feeling? Without deep accumulation, you will not be able to have an enlightenment in one's life."

The middle-aged scholar said: "Yes, yes, yes!"

"but……"

Yang Yi looked at the middle-aged scholar, "Everything you do, you must pay attention to your talent and understanding. Some people do not have innate spirituality. Even if they are willing to work hard, they may not achieve much success! Haven't you seen countless good calligraphy people in the world, but how many people can be called masters of calligraphy?"

Yang Yi said: "When reciting poems and paintings, there are many people who know each other, and few who have achieved success. It is not that they do not work hard, but that they are born with talent and understanding."

The middle-aged scholar's face turned pale and murmured: "Diligence can make up for the shortcomings. If I practice hard, I will always understand the wonderful principles!"

Yang Yi asked, "Then have you realized it now?"

The middle-aged scholar remained silent.

Yang Yi said: "Since ancient times, all the great masters of calligraphy have emerged in their childhood and are overwhelmed by the moment. If they are over thirty years old and the font is not successful, their achievements are limited, and the possibility of becoming a master is very rare. For example, playing chess, 'If you don't become a national player at the age of twenty, you will have no hope for life!' This is the way of chess, and the same is true for calligraphy."

The middle-aged man was in a state of dismay and did not speak, but his face became paler and paler.

He was the best among the disciples of the Taixu Sect generation. He had a very high talent in martial arts. When he was young, he was the best of his peers. Later, he became obsessed with calligraphy and practiced calligraphy all day long. His martial arts gradually became abandoned.

Now that I am close to you, although I can be regarded as a martial arts master in the sect, it is far from the brightness of my youth.

His fellow disciples also advised him many times, but it was ineffective. This Taixu Sect is a Taoist holy land, which emphasizes the actions of his disciples as he wants and practices at will. As long as he does not deviate from his purpose, he generally does not impose interference. Therefore, when he sees that persuasion is fruitless, his disciples have to follow him.

But when I was talking privately, I couldn't help but sigh secretly.

At this time, he heard Yang Yi say that the way of calligraphy is about talent, and the middle-aged man is skeptical. If an ordinary person said this, he would definitely sneer, but he saw Yang Yi write such wonderful words in front of him with his own eyes, and he had already felt a high-spirited look up to Yang Yi, so he dared not deny it easily.

He is a very smart person, but he usually studies calligraphy, but he is a little confused and obsessed with his heart. Now, after listening to Yang Yi's words, he thought about it carefully, and the more he thought about it, he became more and more shocked. He sweated coldly on his forehead, and he felt sweaty in an instant, and he said to himself: "How stupid I have been over the years! I spent time and waste my roots and ends! I am a disciple of the Taixu Sect. Practicing martial arts is the right way to practice martial arts. The way of calligraphy and painting is good to be happy. It takes such effort. Even if I become a master of calligraphy, what is the benefit of this sect?"

His face suddenly turned blue and white, his breath suddenly became solemn, and he suddenly became light and agile. After a while, his body shook, his eyes returned to agility. He laughed and said to Yang Yi, "Brother Yang, how about giving me this letter?"

Yang Yi smiled and said, "Is it enlightened?"

The middle-aged scholar shook his head and said, "How can you be called enlightenment? It's just that you've woken up! Wasting time and missing the roots and seeking the end is a big mistake!"

He gently rolled up the word Yang Yi wrote and presented it to Yang Yi with both hands, "How many days do you want to lend me to like?"

Yang Yi reached out to take it and smiled and said, "Can I continue moving forward now?"

The middle-aged scholar laughed and slapped it with his palm, slapped the painting table in front of him to pieces. A gust of wind blew, and the wood powder soared into the sky and disappeared in a moment.

Gu Caiyu was shocked when he saw his palm power, "You are so smart in writing!"

If an ordinary warrior slapped a big hole in the wooden table with one palm, it would be possible. If a single palm was used to shatter the entire table, it would be a master and would not be able to do it.

But if the middle-aged scholar in front of him is like the middle-aged scholar in front of him, he will actually shake the entire table into powder with one palm. This not only requires profound internal strength, but also requires absolute control over the inner breath of the body.

Yang Yi smiled and said, "Calligraphy is not good, but the kung fu is good!"

The middle-aged scholar blushed and then laughed, "Brother Yang's calligraphy is so good, and his mouth is also good!" As he said that, he stretched out his arms and pointed it out, "Please!"

Yang Yi smiled and said, "I offended!" He handed the letter in his hand to the middle-aged scholar, "You frame it for me and I'll let you see it for three days."

The middle-aged scholar smiled and said, "Trade!"

Yang Yi took Gu Caiyu's hand and said to the middle-aged scholar: "Since that's the case, say goodbye!"

The middle-aged scholar smiled and said, "The future is uncertain, be careful!"
Chapter completed!