"The pen must be written calmly, steadily, and lightly, so that it can be used freely."
Li Pingan explained patiently.
Alia and Zhao Ling'er started practicing early.
When Zhao Ling'er heard that Wang Shan asked Li Ping'an to teach Wang Yi calligraphy, she also begged her father to learn with him.
Although the father didn't understand why his daughter wanted a little-known singer to teach her calligraphy.
What's more, he's still blind.
The level of outrageousness is no less than asking a blind man to identify the murderer.
But seeing that his daughter insisted, Wang Shan also sent his son away.
I felt that there must be something special about the other party, so I didn't refuse.
Li Ping'an felt that one sheep was being driven and two sheep were being herded, so he didn't have any objection.
Alia doesn't have any basic knowledge, but fortunately she is willing to learn.
Zhao Ling'er has learned calligraphy since she was a child and likes to copy copybooks.
He has a certain foundation in calligraphy and is the best at writing Chinese characters among them.
"Your handwriting is so beautiful."
Alia looked at Zhao Ling'er's writing and felt a huge pressure.
Zhao Ling'er smiled and said, "I just practiced a lot. Practice makes perfect."
The two of them were chatting about their experiences.
Wang Yi on the side looked out the window, whistling, and was in a good mood.
This made both Alia and Zhao Ling'er very curious.
Wang Yi has been depressed these days. Why did he suddenly change his gender today?
"Wang Yi, why are you so happy?"
Wang Yi chuckled: "Secret, secret."
Aaliyah turned her head and said, "No, let's not talk about knocking him down, it must be boring anyway."
This provocation was indeed effective, and Wang Yi sat upright.
Seeing that Li Pingan was not there, he whispered.
"I told you, but don't tell others, I met a very powerful master.
Being able to control a flying sword is awesome."
"Drive a flying sword?"
Alia and Zhao Ling'er looked at each other, obviously not believing it.
So Wang Yi vividly described to them how he met the mysterious master.
How to help him buy medicinal materials and send food.
"He also promised me that he would teach me peerless martial arts after he recovers from his injuries!"
No matter how exaggerated his words were, neither Zhao Ling'er nor Aria believed that someone could control a sword out of thin air.
Wang Yi said: "Okay! You don't believe it, right? I will take you to see it later!"
Everyone has curiosity, and it was amazing to hear what Wang Yi said.
Alia and Zhao Ling'er also became interested.
After practicing for these days, Wang Yi's calligraphy has not improved at all.
Li Pingan felt a little sorry for the wine Wang Shan gave him, so he decided to teach Wang Yi more.
He asked Wang Yi to hold the pen while he held Wang Yi's hand.
Write it one stroke at a time.
"Diligence can make up for weakness. The more you practice, the better you will feel."
Wang Yi was so restless that he didn't use any force at all, and his mind was not on this at all.
Li Pingan relaxed his strength and said, "Writing and martial arts practice are the same, energy, spirit, knowledge, and skills are indispensable.
Remember more, write more and practice more. Once you have mastered the calligraphy, you will naturally understand it.
Although the waiting process is full of bitterness, the results are always happy.
Learning calligraphy is not a boring repetition, but a breakthrough again and again, and constantly improving oneself.
This is a process of continuous tempering, the greater the difficulty.
The more you learn, the greater your progress will be.
The edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold."
Zhao Ling'er was startled and silently recited it twice in her heart.
The edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold.
The light in his eyes was flowing, but he couldn't figure out which family wrote this poem.
Wang Yi didn't understand the meaning and snorted.
"Writing, writing, and ink are all things that sour scholars do.
Bai Wuyi is a scholar, what is the use of writing these words?
Going into battle to kill the enemy and protect the country is what a man should do."
Li Ping'an smiled lightly and said, "Use useless things for great use.
It is naturally important for military generals to defend the country bravely, and it is also indispensable for civil servants to govern the country.
If you can only study hard, you are called a useless scholar.
If you read books and make them come alive, you will be inferior in everything but reading is good."
Wang Yi couldn't talk about Li Ping'an and stood up angrily.
"If sir is really so powerful, why are you still here just a singer?
Why not go get fame and show your ambition.
He only talks big words and is a scholar who harms the country!"
If I don't say it, I'll feel like all the grievances I've suffered these past days are pouring out.
He reached out and picked up the rice paper on the side and tore it into pieces.
"By writing these words, can I protect the people of the world? Can I understand my thoughts?
We are not like you, cripples.
We still have a great life and a wonderful future.
How can you understand that he is so pedantic and stubborn?"
"Wang Yi, how can you talk to sir like this?"
Zhao Ling'er has learned to respect teachers since she was a child. Now seeing Wang Yi being so rude, she couldn't help but refute him.
"That's right!"
Aaliyah pinched her waist and became angry.
Wang Yi stood in front of Li Ping'an because he had practiced martial arts since he was a child.
He has a tall and straight posture, his chest is high, and his muscles are well knitted.
"You can't explain why a scholar encounters a soldier. Even if you, sir, tell me that you can break the sky, can you withstand my punch?"
Seeing that Li Ping'an didn't answer, Wang Yi snorted coldly, turned around and left.
Li Pingan was not annoyed at all. He shook his head slightly and picked up the rice paper that Wang Yi tore up.
He muttered softly: "The brave man is angry and draws his blade against the stronger man.
The timid are angry, but they draw their swords on the weaker."
........
Let’s talk about after Wang Yi left Li Ping’an’s house.
Then he met Pang Jun and rode towards the deep place in the east mountain.
"Boss, is that man really a practitioner?" Pang Jun asked in disbelief.
"That's natural."
Fat Jun said excitedly: "Then will he accept us as his disciples?"
Wang Yi said proudly: "I only said that I would be taught some swordsmanship, but as for you..."
"Ah, boss, I am your loyal little brother."
Wang Yi laughed and said, "Don't worry, it's hard to say with my face. What's more, even if he doesn't teach you, I will teach you the same as I have learned."
Fat Jun smiled broadly.
In half an hour,
The two crossed a small bridge and came to a cave.
"Sir! Sir!"
A figure flashed in the cave, and a pair of eyes stared at them.
Fat Jun's heart sank, and he felt his legs were a little weak.
He was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man, so ordinary that he would never be found in a crowd.
There is only one pair of bright eyes, which gives people an unparalleled feeling.
"Sir, I'm here to see you."
"Who is this person?" Kong Yang stared at Pang Jun closely.
"My friend, he also wants to come and meet you."
"Didn't I tell you not to mention my affairs to anyone?" Kong Yang said solemnly.