A hot breath filled the room everywhere. The servant soaked it in it, his limbs and bones were warm, and his strength seemed to have increased a lot.

Surprised, he looked at it intently, and then he saw that it was Qiu Yan writing at his desk! Around Qiu Yan were the stunned Sun Xingming and the other two.

The paper in front of Qiu Yan was faintly emitting fluctuations of blood and heat surging.

This servant had never practiced martial arts, so he naturally did not know the meaning of masculine blood and energy, but this energy can be seen by the naked eye at the moment, and of course it cannot be ignored, and he was amazed in his heart.

"What's going on? The hot breath in the room all comes out of the paper?"

Just as the servant was surprised and confused, Qiu Yan turned his wrist and wrote the last stroke. Then he put down his pen, picked up the paper, and blew it gently.

call!

The masculine blood on the paper was blown away by him, and the next moment, the warm breath in the room disappeared.

"Huh?" Sun Xingming came to his senses at this time, got up and walked over. He stood behind Qiu Yan, looked at the lines of words on the paper, and read it lightly: "The character "官网" refers to the spirit as the spirit, and the heart as the muscles and bones. If the spirit is not harmonious, the word "官网" means "官网" means "官网" means "官网" means "官网" means "官网" means "官网" means "官网" means "官网" means "官网" means "官网" means "官网" means "官网" means "官网" means "官网 is the spirit of spirit as the spirit, and if the spirit is not strong, the word "官网" means "官网" means "官网 is the spirit of spirit as the spirit, and if the heart is not strong, the word "官网" means "官网" means "官网 is the spirit of spirit as the spirit, and if the heart is not strong, the word "官网" means "官网" means "官网 is the spirit of spirit as the spirit, and if the heart is not strong, the word "官网" means "官网 is the spirit of spirit as the spirit as the spirit, and if the spirit is not strong, the word "官网" means "官网" means "官网 is the spirit of spirit as the spirit is not strong."

After reading this sentence, looking at the words full of blood and feeling the strength and progress in the words, Sun Xingming couldn't help but exclaim: "Good words! Good sentence! Your words are the tricks to practice words! It's exquisite!"

Speaking of this, he bent down, widened his eyes, carefully looked at each word bit by bit, and was amazed: "It turns out that there is a charm! This trick, combined with the charm of this character, is a treasure for those who practice calligraphy! Such an achievement, even if it was put in the previous dynasty, would be considered a great person!"

When practicing calligraphy, you must have a charm. This is the pursuit of calligraphy practitioners since ancient times, not a pretentious saying.

Text carries the way. It is a carrier for inheriting culture, wisdom and knowledge. Ancient sages and great scholars spent their whole lives to summarize the principles of heaven and earth, record them on bamboo slips and paper, and inherit future generations. When they put their swords and pens, they not only want to describe the principles in words, but also want to integrate their understanding of heaven, earth and man into the words. This perception and spirit are the charm of the words and the character's character's character.

For example, the ancient seal script of the eight characters records the insights of a sage about the heavenly fire and the human fire, and finally even the eight characters become essence!

Nowadays, people often copy calligraphy, first seeking the shape, and then gradually progressing. However, only the shape of the character is but the appearance is just like a dead creature, although it also has muscles, bones, skin and flesh. But without a soul, it is just a dead corpse. At first glance, it looks smooth, but it cannot be seen for a long time.

Only those who practice calligraphy can inject the insights of life or the understanding in their hearts into words and turn them into charm. Only by elevating skills to methods can they move from skills to methods.

These are simple to say, but they are so difficult to do. Throughout history, there are only a few people who can achieve the rhyme of their writing. Once they can produce rhymes from their characters, they can be called masters of calligraphy, and the characters they write are qualified to be passed down to later generations.

Only such a character can afford a word treasure.

calligraphy.

At this time, Zhang Zhen and Sun Wei, who came back to their senses from their trance and surprise, also surrounded them.

Zhang Zhen is a well-versed in calligraphy and has many collections at home. However, when he saw this calligraphy, he was as surprised as Sun Xingming. His eyes were shining with light. He raised his hand to touch it, but he was afraid of getting dirty and wrinkled. He said, "These words give me the feeling of flesh and blood, especially when you wrote it just now, these words seemed to come alive."

Sun Wei nodded and said, "I feel the same way. I even feel that these words exude a warm breath and can warm the body..." Sun Wei's understanding of the way of calligraphy is not as profound as his father and Zhang Zhen, but he also realizes that this character is good.

He has also seen Qiu Yan's original calligraphy. Compared with the picture in front of him, it is a world of difference. It is obvious that he has made a quick move and entered the house. He will definitely not be an unknown person in the future. Being able to make friends with such a person will be of great benefit to a son of a clerk.

However, because he did not immerse himself in the way of calligraphy, Sun Wei could appreciate and observe more objectively. When he saw it, he suddenly felt confused: "Huh? This style of calligraphy has never been seen on the copybook before, so I don't know what style it is?"

As soon as he said this, he immediately reminded the other two people. Sun Xingming and Zhang Zhen quickly looked at a few more words, comparing them with the copybooks, inscriptions, and inscriptions in their memory, and confirming them. However, after recalling for a long time, they could not find the same place.

"Is this a new style of calligraphy?"

Thinking of this possibility, Sun Xingming and Zhang Zhen were shocked one after another, but then they reacted again.

"That's right. People who can write the charm of the spirit have incorporated their own feelings into the characters and explained their own principles. The shape of the characters has changed and become a brand new style of calligraphy. It is normal, but this is too great..."

Just when the two were thinking, Sun Wei exclaimed: "Father, your body..."

"Hmm?" Hearing this, Zhang Zhen also reacted, turned his head, looked at Sun Xingming beside him, and then said in surprise, "Uncle Sun, is your illness cured?"

As soon as he said this, Sun Xingming woke up like a dream, took his eyes off the words and looked at himself.

At this time, Sun Xingming was standing by himself, and he had taken a few steps just now. However, before Qiu Yan and others visited him, Sun Xingming was not only thin and thin because of evil spirits, but also weak limbs. He would feel colic when he had any movement, so he could only be supported and lifted, and lying motionlessly.

But at the moment, he not only stood up, but also walked as usual, and even felt a hint of warmth in his legs and feet. Although he also felt weak, the heaviness of evil spirits was gone.

"When did I stand up? The warmth in these limbs was like it was born when Mr. Qiu was writing..."

As soon as he said this, the eyes of several people in the room fell on Qiu Yan, who was sitting silently.

Qiu Yan finished writing a column of words in one breath and closed his eyes, as if recalling something. Now he noticed the eyes of several people and opened his eyes.

"Brother, your word..." Zhang Zhen pointed to the word, looked at Sun Xingming who was standing up again, and wanted to speak but stopped.

"Of course I will give this letter to Mr. Sun." Qiu Yan stood up with a smile.

"Give me this word?" After hearing this, Sun Xingming forgot to ask about physical problems, but instead hesitated. "This is not good. Just talking about characters is already very precious, not to mention that there are tricks to practice calligraphy, which condenses the charm. As long as someone goes to see it, he can understand the profound meaning of calligraphy..."

"The trick?" Qiu Yan shook his head.

The column of words written on this paper is not only a secret to calligraphy, but also a kind of martial arts. It is the little bit of inspiration and the evolution of the soul that Qiu Yan just now recorded on the paper.

This set of exercises has already transcended the stage of writing to strengthen the soul. When writing ink, it can vibrate the muscles, bones, and membranes, mobilize qi and blood, thereby polishing the body.

This word is written only when the soul is connected like a single qi!

"Although it is just a prototype, if you continue to follow this idea and improve the way of calligraphy, you should develop a martial art that can strengthen your soul and permeate your soul. Even in the end, it is not impossible to write to become a essence. Well, should you give this martial art a name?"

Just as Qiu Yan was thinking, Zhang Zhen's eyes turned and he finally saw the servant of the Zhang family.

"Huh? Zhang An, when did you come?"

After this question, the servant named Zhang An woke up from the shock, ran to Qiu Yan in two steps, and said anxiously: "Young Master, go and save my master!"

"Zhang An, what are you doing?" Hearing this, Zhang Zhen's heart skipped a beat. His previous attention was focused on the words. He did not notice that Zhang An came in, nor did he hear clearly the words of the other party. But he still knew who Zhang An's master was, "What's wrong with his father?"

"Master," Zhang An turned his head, with a panic on his face, "The master just relapsed and fell to the ground, and his face was blue and purple. No matter how many doctors called, he didn't respond."

"What!?" Zhang Zhen's face changed, "Didn't it mean that there is that young scholar who writes to suppress evil spirits? How could it be..."

"I don't know if I don't know!" Zhang An cried and pointed at Qiu Yan, "But I have seen the young scholar writing. In terms of momentum and posture, it is far less than this young master. If this young master takes action, he might be able to calm the evil spirit."

"Nephew, it's important to save people. Please ask about other things later." Seeing that Zhang Zhen was a little panicked, Sun Xingming reminded him.

"Yes! Yes!" Zhang Zhen then woke up and looked at Qiu Yan.

"It's not time to go, let's go now." Qiu Yan didn't delay, saluted Sun Xingming and left first. Zhang Zhen and Zhang An quickly followed.

Looking at the backs of the few people leaving, Sun Wei also wanted to go with him, and deepened his friendship with Qiu Yan, but was stopped by Sun Xingming.

"Don't rush to go to the Zhang Mansion. First, go to the yamen and report the matter here to the prefect," Sun Xingming said, looking at the letter, and said with some pain, "Also, take this word with you."

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At this moment, the Zhang family is still coming and going, but compared with the previous situation, it seems a little confused now.

From time to time, crying sounds came from all over the courtyard. A servant from different houses came in and out, all of whom were crying.

In the lobby of Zhang family, Qi Jiulian looked shocked. He stood in front of the table, holding a pen in his hand, and watching the abortion coming and going outside the door, his eyes full of confusion.

None of the people who had praised him before were still paying attention to him. Occasionally, someone walked by, and looked hurried.

On the table in front of Qi Jiulian, there were still several words with undried ink marks. The paper pages were yellow and exuded a decay and gloomy atmosphere.

Suddenly, Qi Jiulian woke up, and the confused look in his eyes swept away, and his light shone brightly.

"What a serious evil spirit! It is so strong that it even overshadows the wishes of the people in the city! Even the charm of the word "I" has been suppressed!"

At this time, a riot suddenly broke out at the gate of Zhang Mansion.

In front of the door, Zhang Yu led several servants to block Zhang Zhen's way, staring at Qiu Yan behind him, with disgust: "Go and go! The evil words confuse the public. Do you think my Zhang family is easy to cheat?" (To be continued, please search for astronomy, the novel is better and faster!

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