Seeing this scene, Hongying sighed in her heart.

I opened the door directly and started to clean up the house.

When she bent down, she covered her heart.

Obviously, the injury suffered that day has not healed yet.

But she still performed her duties as a maid conscientiously, but ignored her master lying on the floor.

Frankly speaking, she has seen this situation many times.

When the young lady was 16, her calligraphy fell into an invisible and intangible bottleneck.

And this bottleneck brought her endless pain.

As for the bottleneck... it's actually very simple. It is the inability to break away from the shackles of the predecessors, and it will eventually become the last shackles for everyone.

Every word she writes is stunning at first glance.

It's an extremely good word.

However, it's okay for ordinary people. If you meet someone who knows the art, you can see the craftsmanship in her words at a glance.

It was the craftsmanship left behind by copying all calligraphy masters, including the sage Wang Xizhi, and drawing on the strengths of all calligraphers.

For example, a simple word "品".

Finished in three bites.

Just for these three "mouth" characters, the first "mouth" of the lady has the charm of Cai Yong, the second mouth has the appearance of Du Du, and the third mouth has the shape of Wang Xizhi...

At first glance, this sounds like a compliment, but to the young lady, it is a kind of intellectual barrier.

No matter what, she cannot break out of the framework of her predecessors.

And as long as you can't break out of the framework and can't integrate the strengths of hundreds of families and use them for your own use, then it will be a shackles for the young lady.

Who would have thought that the famous Sun family, who was respected as "Mr. Jingzen" by countless calligraphy enthusiasts, would end up in a clique because she could not break out of this shackles. She was tortured every day with splitting headaches and could only drink to drown her sorrows.

Woolen cloth?

This situation has been going on for several years. The Pegasus Sect has searched all over the world for the authentic works of famous masters, but... the young lady has never been able to take that step.

I also used to look for famous teachers and visit friends.

But every time the lady came back disappointed.

These people regard their beauty as the charm of the ancients.

Although there is nothing wrong with it, after all, it is not the path that the young lady wants to take.

As a personal maid, Hongying looked at her young lady's daily pain, and the only thing she could do was to indulge her to the maximum extent.

Others restrain and control the young lady, even the young lady's biological brother.

They always think that doing this is good for the lady.

But little did he know what the lady really needed.

Maybe...this is exactly what the Taoist priest Shouchu said.

The most ridiculous thing in the world is the sentence "I am doing it for your own good".

Listening to books every day for the past few days, Hongying, who vaguely understood a lot of truth, thought about the Taoist priest Shouchu who left without saying goodbye.

In fact... to be honest, she felt that the other party was a real outsider.

The realm is higher than that of Taoist priests in Wuwei Guan.

Not moved by foreign objects.

Carefree and at ease.

Not everyone in this world can remain indifferent to the Pegasus Sect's invitation.

But when she first saw the Taoist priest's respectful attitude towards the second young master, Hongying thought this man was very stupid.

The young master of the Pegasus Sect intends to make friends with you. Isn't this your great blessing?

To be so ignorant.

However, along the way, she heard a story called "Li Xun Huan" and saw what happened to the most infatuated man in the world. Suddenly, she had a clear understanding.

Compared with the Taoist Priest Yuan Zhen who has always been on good terms with Pegasus City and wants to use Pegasus City as a backing to become the leader of the third-grade Taoist sect, the real, so-called Taoist quietness and inaction... should be the Taoist Shouchu Taoist.

Long appearance.

What were the Taoist priest's original words...?

Not pleased, not to have compassion.

Go with the current, still water runs deep.

That’s how it should be, right?

No wonder he can write such poems that make people envious and admirable.

I live alone in Qimo, even though I came out for the first time.

But in terms of realm, it has surpassed many mediocre and ordinary people in the world.

Thinking of this, Hongying shook her head.

Expressing emotion.

And in just a moment, she had tidied up everything in this room with ease.

Except for the one whose body is still on the ground.

And after sorting out the poems, inscriptions, scriptures, etc. written by the young lady.

Hongying sat at the rosewood table, polished and licked her pen, took out a piece of paper and began to write:

"The west wind blows the old Dongting waves,

Mr. Xiang's hair turned gray overnight.

After being drunk, I don’t know the sky is in the water,

A boat full of clear dreams fills the galaxy."

Her handwriting is very graceful, but not brilliant.

Or anyone standing next to the lady, their handwriting is just pretty at best.

After finishing writing, she blew on the ink, thought for a while and then wrote:

“Have you ever seen the water of the Yellow River come up from the sky and rush to the sea never to return?

Have you ever seen the bright mirror in the high hall, with its sad white hair, like blue silk in the morning and snow in the evening?"

After another pause, she continued:

"Recalling the past spring,

I once met you by the river.

Visit again today,

There is no confidant."

…

"There are close friends in the sea,

The world is like a neighbor."

…

"When did the spring flowers and autumn moon come? How much do we know about the past? There was an east wind in the small building last night, and the old memories are unbearable to look back on in the bright moonlight."

…

Arrogantly, she put down on paper what she liked and what she heard from Shang Nu these days, either through listening to books or from Shang Nu's mouth, then she blew dry the ink, pressed it down with a paperweight, and then

After pulling a quilt off the bed and covering the young lady, he left directly.

After a while, she turned back again.

Only this time I had two more bottles of wine in my hand.

After gently placing it on the table, she retreated to the next room. Just as she was about to exercise to heal her injuries, she suddenly frowned.

After thinking for a moment, she walked out again.

In the courtyard, the three maids who were made to stand just now have returned.

He was holding some dried fruits that had been dried in the summer and chatting in a low voice.

Seeing Hongying come out, the three maids quickly stood up and saluted:

"Sister Hongying."

"Well. Li'er..."
To be continued...