"Shen Yun?" Yu Sheng raised his eyebrows and looked at the old man in confusion.
The drizzle continued outside the inn, and the whole town was submerged in the mist and rain, turning into an ink painting.
The blind storyteller is telling the story of the four ancient kingdoms. The story goes back as far as the beginning of the world.
The old man stood the rain-stained bamboo hat by the table and pointed at the words on the sign, "Your words only have a form, but they cannot convey the spirit through the form, so you are inferior."
Seeing that Yu Sheng was confused, the old man put the wine bowl in his left hand and said: "The pen follows the mood, and the book comes from the state of mind."
He felt that the taste of the wine was different from before, so he smelled the wine with his nose and licked the wine bowl suspiciously.
Seeing Yu Sheng looking at him strangely, the old man hurriedly sat down and continued: "The density, reality, and momentum of calligraphy can change according to your heart."
He knocked on the Yu Sheng sign and said, "Your word is too rigid. There is no emotion or change in each stroke. It is all carved out of the same mold."
Looking at my handwriting for the rest of my life, I just write a vegetable brand. What emotions are needed?
The old man understood what Yu Sheng was thinking and said: "You can get another brand."
Yu Sheng handed it to him. The old man handed the wine bowl to Yu Sheng, took the writing brush and wrote the words "braised pig's trotters" on the dish label.
In terms of shape, these words are really not as good as Yu Sheng.
But for some reason, when Yu Sheng looked at these words, he thought of the delicacy and deliciousness of pig's trotters.
"How did you do it?" Yu Sheng was extremely curious.
The old man didn't answer and asked Yu Sheng to fetch a jar of wine.
Yu Sheng took another jar from the counter. The old man opened the clay seal and took a sip before asking Yu Sheng, "Do you know where the characters come from?"
"It is the sage who observes the winding stars, mountains and rivers, birds, beasts, insects, fish, vegetation, utensils, sheep and horses' hoof prints, and takes the shapes and spirits of all things in the world."
Without waiting for the rest of his life to answer the age-old question of eighteen generations of ancestors, the old man continued to give the answer leisurely.
"Words encompass all things in the world, but ordinary people gradually only learn their shapes and fail to understand the charm inside, so they lose the ability to convey the spirit."
He pointed to the words he had written, "The old words may not be as good as yours in form, but they are already there, so together they can make you understand."
Yu Sheng somewhat understood it, but the old man was afraid that Yu Sheng would not understand it.
He pointed to the dog lying at Yu Sheng's feet and said: "My words are just like this dog. Although it is ugly, it looks like a dog at first glance."
The dog looked up blankly and saw the old man pointing at him. Although he didn't know what he was talking about, it was definitely not a good thing, so he barked at the old man.
Yu Sheng was comprehending, and patted the dog's head to stop it, "Don't bark, they say you look like a dog."
Perhaps thinking that this was barely a compliment, the dog stopped.
It continued to lie at Yu Sheng's feet, with its head drooped and looking at the raining world outside.
The old man said: "The possession of form and spirit is the first step to enter the Tao, and conveying the spirit is the first and most difficult practice in the way of calligraphy."
"Is there a way to calligraphy?" Yu Sheng asked.
"The Tao is between heaven and earth. A flower, a grass, a cloud, a pond of water all has the Tao. If they can understand it, they can all become immortals." The old man said.
I looked at the old man carefully for the rest of my life, thinking to myself, could this be the legendary old man who came to help me become an immortal?
"I'll just say I'm different." Yu Sheng was filled with pride in his thoughts.
The system said in a cold voice: "Until the system task is completed, the host is not allowed to leave the inn's radius of thousands of miles."
Yu Sheng greeted Mr. System and was about to ask the old man for advice. The old man had already spoken, "Young man, do you want to enter Taoism through calligraphy?"
Yu Sheng nodded fiercely, he had always felt that he was talented in calligraphy in this life.
The word "dog crawling" is no longer enough to describe him in his previous life. Perhaps it is better to describe him as a dog.
But in this life, he even admired himself for what he wrote.
The old man took a sip of wine and said: "Although your handwriting is already tangible, it is too neat and neat. You have to learn to change it."
"The changes in calligraphy cannot be explained clearly in a few words." The old man took out a few books from his arms.
Yu Sheng glanced at it, and the old man avoided it cautiously. He avoided Yu Sheng and picked up a book, "This one."
He shook his head towards Yu Sheng and saw "Book of Heaven" written on it.
"Does this book have words?" Yu Sheng said.
"Nonsense, what can you call a book without words?" the old man said, "This post brings together the strengths of hundreds of schools of thought and exhausts the changes in the world..."
Yu Sheng wanted to take over and look at it, but the old man avoided it, "Hey, although meeting each other is fate, it can't be given to you in vain, right?"
"Want money?"
"Of course, Liang Guan." The old man nodded.
"Forget it," Yu Sheng said.
"Boy, I'm amazed by your bones. You are a unique calligraphy prodigy. I thought it would be a pity to hide it, so I gave you some advice." The old man said.
"I am still a unique chef genius." Yu Sheng said, "You have a crumpled book, how dare you ask me to do it twice?"
"That's always the case," the old man said.
"make a deal."
Yu Sheng grabbed the heavenly book and was about to open it when the old man pressed him down, "Where's the money?"
"The jar of wine in your hand happens to be consistent." Yu Sheng pointed to the sign hanging on the wall. "Pinmu wine, consistent" was clearly visible.
"If you are not one of the same family, you will not enter the same family." The old man muttered in a low voice.
Seeing that Yu Sheng was about to turn over the book again, he said: "Don't be impatient, that book just exhausts the changes in writing style, this one is the introduction to expressiveness."
The old man took out another book from his arms and was stunned just by looking at the name.
He read word by word: "Tummy ache note? Is that the wording wrong? It should be tummy ache note."
"You're taking it as a prescription." The old man subconsciously scolded Yu Sheng, then thought about it carefully and said, "It seems to be a real prescription for treating stomachache."
"But that's not important. What's important is that this post will inspire you to express your feelings." The old man said.
"real?"
"It's true," the old man said, "this post was written by the sage who invented Chinese characters when he had a stomachache, so it's called a post with a bellyache."
"Stomachache?"
"Yes, the person who wrote the post had stomachache, diarrhea, and was anxious. The person who wrote it could easily empathize with it."
The old man said very proudly, "This book can be called an introductory guide to conveying the spirit of calligraphy. Other posts are difficult to match."
"Can abdominal pain be conveyed?" Yu Sheng was surprised.
"If the writer's emotions cannot be expressed in the strokes of his pen, how can he express his Taoism in every stroke of his pen?" said the old man.
That makes sense. Yu Sheng nodded, "But is your post really so amazing?"
"You take a look first." The old man handed it to him.
Yu Sheng opened this "Tip Pain Note". He was naturally very sensitive to words. He only glanced at it and felt a torrent of diarrhea rushing towards his face.
Then, the sound of deflation and belly roar echoed in my mind, accompanied by a smell.
"Pa", Yu Sheng hurriedly put the post together, "Wait a minute, I'll go to the latrine."
The old man took it, took a sip of wine, and said softly: "It's really sensitive. There are people in Lao Yu's family."
He looked up and saw Aunt Qing looking at him, raising the wine jar to salute her from afar.
Although he had no intention of metabolizing, Yu Sheng still stayed in the hut for a while. During this period, the changes in the gods uploaded in the post appeared before his eyes from time to time.
Yu Sheng sat in front of the old man and said, "Please change the book, this post is too lethal."
"This will make it profound and let you know how to write with spirit." said the old man.
Yu Sheng said: "I'm afraid I'll have diarrhea and become an immortal before I can write expressively."
The old man pondered for a moment, and said slowly with the expectation of the rest of his life: "I have never heard of someone who has diarrhea and becomes an immortal. You can try it."