Suddenly, Jiusixuan calmed down, the wind did not flow here, and the people stood in a tree, whether looking from inside or outside, it was quiet.

"Uncle!" Mo Lingfeng's scream was very loud, which made people's hearts pound in his chest, "I wrote it!"

Zhao Shiheng immediately showed a smile and stretched out his hand to touch her head: "Lingfeng is sensible, uncle is happy."

Mo Lingfeng pointed and told Zhao Shiheng which word was written by himself, which word was written by Cheng Ting, and which word was written by Wu Jin.

Zhao Shiheng was quite patient and looked at her fingers one by one: "You wrote very well."

Cheng Ting stretched out his head and couldn't help but say, "Take it serious?"

Zhao Shiheng looked at him and changed his face in an instant. Cheng Ting shivered and silently shrank his head back.

Mo Lingfeng asked again: "Will the two of them be good?"

Zhao Shiheng picked out Cheng Ting's cursive script: "Not good."

Then he picked out Wu Jin's regular script: "The worst."

Cheng Ting widened his eyes, looked disbelief, and poked Mo Lingfeng's back with his fingers, and whispered: "Why is the gentleman you hired at home blind?

This place is not a state school. There are many students and few teachers. The house is already quiet, and what he said immediately came to Zhao Shiheng's ears.

Zhao Shiheng looked at him condescendingly: "Do you think I was wrong?"

There was a kind of calm darkness in his eyes, as if he had seen the best in the world, but suddenly fell into the abyss. After experiencing the two scenery, he could not cause any turmoil in anyone or anything.

Cheng Ting made his scalp numb at first glance and waved his hands repeatedly: "No, the sir is really keen on, and he is much better than the sir in the state school."

Zhao Shiheng shook his head and smiled, and asked Wu Jin: "Do you think I'm blind, too?"

Wu Jin was also surprised, but when he heard Zhao Shiheng speak, he carefully distinguished that Zhao Shiheng did not deliberately make things difficult for him, but really thought so. Therefore, he said seriously: "The student is ignorant and does not understand his intentions. Please give me advice."

Zhao Shiheng stared at his face, and saw that his face was always respectful and humble, his eyes were connected to his heart, transparent and bright, and his demeanor was clear and upright that he himself knew, and he was secretly satisfied.

"Since you have written your words, let's talk about words in the first lesson." Zhao Shiheng walked to the statue of Confucius and sat down on the rose chair.

He sat high on the chair, and three students were sitting on the ground, looking up at him, making his face even more unfathomable. Under the candlelight, the clouds and sunnyness were unstable and the power was severe.

"Wu Jin's calligraphy is too timid and dare not write, and he is hindered everywhere, so he can only write small characters and not big characters. However, small characters do not have the physique of large characters."

"Even though Wu Jin was diligent and wrote his handwriting very beautifully, he still couldn't hide his fear. If he had a test, he could pass one of the 100 tests. But if he wanted to pass the test, it was difficult. The reason was that the paper and pen used were poor, which made him shrink his hands and feet. As time went on, his words became timid."

His tone was calm, his voice was neither light nor heavy, but he was deafening and exploded above Wu Jin's head like thunder.

In the state school, his calligraphy is just the norm and he has never mentioned this.

Zhao Shiheng could see the shortcomings in his words at a glance, and even explained the reasons clearly.

Zhao Shiheng took out a pipe of Zhuge Pen in Xuancheng from the Bike Mountain on the square table, and Liang showed it to the three of them: "Everyone in the world says that there are ministers in white houses, but in fact, this is not the case. Using this treasure broom can add the strength of the characters. If you use a chicken pen, it will be less than two hundred words, and you will be defeated."

Cheng Ting thought that Zhao Shiheng was not blind this time, and was more knowledgeable than the teacher in the state school. He plucked up his courage to ask: "What should I write the word "better?"

"Mo." Zhao Shiheng raised his pen.

Wu Jin immediately got up, walked to the square table, rolled up his wide sleeves, straightened his posture, held the ink strips straight, and grinded vertically.

After the ink was ready, he spread the paper, Zhao Shiheng took the pen and dipped it in the ink, and wrote a regular script for the word "tian".

The characters are large characters, and they are neat and neat, just like the branches of a regular tree, straight and unbending, and you can see that they are good characters at a glance.

Zhao Shiheng took the pen and ordered Wu Jin: "There is a carving knife in the flower hall. I asked someone to take it and store the ink."

Wu Jin nodded and responded. When he walked out, Mo Lingfeng couldn't help but jumped up, ran to Wu Jin's legs, followed him in and out, and almost tripped Wu Jin.

Cheng Ting was eager to try, but he did not dare to stand up, so he could only stretch his neck very long. Seeing Wu Jin meticulously engraving the words, he also breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the words were not damaged at all.

Zhao Shiheng casually sent his students: "Extinguish those two candles."

Cheng Ting jumped three feet high, ran to put out the candle, and walked forward again, snuggling with Mo Lingfeng to Wu Jin.

There was only one candle left in the room, and the light immediately became dim and unclear, only the candlelight on the incense table emitted a grand light.

Zhao Shiheng pinched the carved word "tian" and placed it behind the lamp. The characters and his shadow were cast on the white wall. Then, he pinched the words and moved backwards, and the black shadows on the wall became smaller and smaller.

Mo and Cheng tilted their heads uniformly, with confusion on their faces.

Wu Jin stared at the words without a moment, his eyes shining - Zhao Shiheng's regular script is very exquisite.

A simple word, from large to the size of a fingernail, the tip of the pen is still clearly visible, and the knot is dense!

Zhao Shiheng received his magical powers and asked them to light a candle and let them sit back: "If you write big characters like small characters, and if you write small characters like large characters, it is a good character."

He spread his hands, shook his long sleeves, placed his elbows on the square table, supported his forehead with his hands, and sat with his legs: "Today, you two college students will practice calligraphy, copybooks, and the wall is full of."

Cheng Ting was speechless: "No, nothing? What about so many classes?"

The class that the provincial school had to take one day was so long that he was sleepy, while the Mo family was so simple that it scared him - in the near future, he might become illiterate.

Zhao Shiheng didn't care: "It's better not to learn useful skills."

Wu Jin took a deep breath and suppressed his fullness.

On the last day of his studies in the state, he went to see the three major subjects recorded in the state. Among them, he mentioned Zhao Shihengshi, and only one sentence: "The world's ability is done."

Since Zhao Shiheng said it was a useless technique, the technique he wanted to teach must have been unheard of.

Wu Jin calmed down and began to practice calligraphy. There was a sound in his ears. It was Zhao Shiheng who was teaching Mo Lingfeng's "Three Character Classic". Gradually, he became immersed and the sound became blurred.

The pen is a treasure broom, the ink is Panjia ink, the paper is a clad green paper, and the inkstone is a tiled inkstone, which are all good things.

He copied a pair of Liu Gong's regular script hanging on the wall.

After reading the post, he focused on his words, and it was indeed too much and felt like he was curled up.

After reading it, he looked at Liu Gong's words carefully, figured out the "side, pluck, peck, lift", and then corrected it.

I don’t know how long it took, but he turned his sore wrist, suddenly smelled the aroma of food at the tip of his nose, and a long roar suddenly came out of his stomach.
Chapter completed!