Qiu Wuhen stepped in and saw that several tables had been set up in the living room used as a study hall. They were all reading there. Tang Yan was writing. When she saw him coming in, she paused her pen to talk to him.

As soon as they saw Qiu Wuhen, the others quickly stood up. Even Linghu Ding, who was sitting on the stage, put down his book, stood up and handed over his hands: "Sir, he is back."

In the past, Linghu Ding had a mental balance, that is, Qiu Wuhen, like him, was just a scholar. But since Qiu Wuhen became an official, and he has been promoted step by step, he has already become a scholar in just a few months.

From the eighth grade, he realized how far apart he was from Qiu Wuhen. Although he was almost twice as old as Qiu Wuhen, his awe for him was growing day by day. In the past, there was still some teasing between friends, but

Now it is a reverence between master and disciple.

Qiu Wuhen nodded and motioned for everyone to sit down. He walked to Tang Yan and looked at her handwriting. It was quite similar, but even though he was a layman, he always felt that there was something wrong. It seemed that he still had good skills.

It was lacking. So he nodded and said: "Not bad, keep working hard."

Tang Yan sighed and said: "No matter how I write, I don't seem to have that much energy. I can't find a breakthrough. I don't know how to break through the bottleneck. Can you give me some advice?"

Qiu Wuhen knew that he didn't know much about calligraphy, so naturally he couldn't teach it blindly, so he said: "When I first practiced calligraphy, I didn't do it overnight. Although your technique is good, the strength in your hands is still missing. It doesn't take a day."

I just sit here and practice calligraphy, doing things that can exercise my hand strength. It will last for a long time, and don’t be too anxious. When it comes to calligraphy, I can only understand it but cannot express it in words. I can only give you a post for you to copy.

As for how much you can learn, it all depends on your ability."

"But I feel like there are some words that I just can't write. Can you write a word in front of me? Can I look at your pen, the cadences, and try to figure out your writing technique?"

Qiu Wuhen looked at her sideways, "What's the matter? Do you want to test the master?"

"Students don't dare, but they just can't figure it out. If you watch your husband write in his own hand, you can know the strength and skill of your pen, and the speed and speed. I think if you master this rhythm and write down, you will improve faster?"

Linghu Ding clapped his hands and said with a smile: "I think so too. Things on paper are always dead, and they have to be seen alive. After I read the sample essays written by Mr. Qiu himself, not only the eight-part essay has made great progress, but also the eight-part essay has improved a lot.

I feel that I have learned a lot from this calligraphy. Mr. Qiu is really knowledgeable in calligraphy, and there is no one he can’t master. It can be said that very few of the posts he wrote for us have the same handwriting.

Each has its own merits, and those who don’t know may think it was written by different people! If we hadn’t seen it with our own eyes, who would have believed it?”

Qiu Wuhen himself is just a printer under the control of Yao Gulu. What does the font look like? It will be the same as it is printed, but of course it will be very different.

Others gathered around after hearing this. Qiu Wuhen nodded and said, "Okay, since that's the case, fine, which word do you want to write? I'll write it for you. You can write it as many times as you like."

Tang Yan was overjoyed, cupped her hands and said with a blessing: "Thank you sir, this is great."

Qiu Wuhen said, getting up late at night, wearing long sleeves, grabbing the rosin ink and gently grinding it.

Qiu Wuhen dipped his fill of ink and picked up the pen in his hand and said, "Which word should I write?"

"Just write my name Tang Yan."

Qiu Wuhen immediately asked Yao Gulu in his mind and said, "Please help me print out the words "Tang Yan". I want the face and body."

It's simple. Yaohulu directly extracted these two characters from Yan Ti's font and manipulated Qiu Wuhen's hand to write them out.

After writing these two words, everyone looked at them and fell silent. They were all dumbfounded. Qiu Wuhen was a little proud. He glanced at everyone and waited for their praise, but no one spoke.

, just stared at it blankly. He felt a little puzzled. When he lowered his head and looked, even he was shocked. It turned out that these two words were actually the consigned writing brush. It was a writing brush, but the result of writing was like printing.

printed words.

"What the hell? How did you get a mopboard out?"

The medicine gourd shook a few times, and a string of words came out: "You want Yan Ti, so I will ship it to you from Yan Ti font."

"Please use your brain, please? Aren't you a medicine gourd? You seem to have two heads. Don't you think that I am writing with a brush now. Can I produce a printing effect? ​​You should do the same if I ask you to print.

Think about it."

The medicine gourd disappeared with a chirp. I don’t know if he was angry or shy?

Qiu Wuhen was very angry, but of course he wouldn't show it on his face. He put down his pen and said, "Something's wrong. Why do you write so bumpy and bumpy? It's not smooth at all. What's going on? There's something wrong with your pen and ink."

, or is there something wrong with the paper?”

Regardless of the fact that they had problems, several people looked at Linghu Ding. After all, he was a well-read man and should be able to explain this puzzling question.

Unexpectedly, Linghu Ding himself was dumbfounded. He looked at it blankly and said, "It's impossible. Wasn't Tang Yan using this pen to write before? But..."

He didn't say what he said next. In fact, everyone knew it, but Qiu Wuhen wrote it in front of them, and what he wrote were these two words. It was really a ghost.

Chuncan suddenly lowered his voice and said: "I heard that this transcendental town is very evil, especially the transcendental view. This place is haunted. Will there be ghosts that cause trouble again? I deliberately made our husband's words look like this."

Whenever there is a phenomenon that cannot be explained, the ancients like to rely on ghosts. This is human nature. If they cannot explain it, they will use their wild imagination to create a number of gods, ghosts and monsters. Now they cannot explain at all why a brush dipped in

The ink is full, but it can write the effect of rubbings on stone tablets. If ghosts and gods are not needed to explain it, how can we explain this inexplicable thing?

Tang Yan shuddered and glared at Chuncan: "What kind of ghosts and weird things are there in the middle of the night? It's so scary."

Qiu Wuhen caught an excuse, nodded doubtfully and said: "Yes, otherwise how could my handwriting be like this? However, not every strange thing is caused by ghosts and gods, maybe there is something

We can’t understand the reason yet, how about I write two more words to see?”

Tang Yan nodded happily and said, "Okay, thank you!"

Qiu Wuhen immediately said to Yao Hulu in his mind: "Please Brother Hulu, help me find a Tang character and a Yan character from those handwritten Yan style characters this time, print them out for me, remember the handwriting, and don't make any mistakes again.

."

The medicine gourd shook it twice more, as if nodding in agreement. Then white gas came out, controlled Qiu Wuhen's hand, and began to write these two words. These two words were written in a smooth and flowing manner, and they were printed.

I wrote it on the white rice paper with shiny ink, exuding the fragrance of ink, and it turned out to be the two characters Tang and Yan in two Yan styles. These two characters are authentic Yan style characters, which are derived from the Yan style of calligraphers of the past dynasties.

I copied it from the best written one.

As soon as these two words came out, everyone was amazed and applauded.

Qiu Wuhen then put the pen on the pen holder and said to Tang Yan, "Do you see clearly?"

Unexpectedly, Tang Yan shook her head and said: "I just don't understand. Others write in a rhythm, with pauses and pauses, and the rhythm is clear. But how come you don't pause at all, but write it in one go? This

The two words are not cursive or running script, but block letters. Shouldn't they be cadenced? Could it be that what I learned before was wrong, and I should be like Mr. Wang in one go. But in that case, how can I write with a cadence effect? ​​"

When he said this, everyone else nodded. Especially Linghu Ding, who said: "Actually, I have discovered this problem before. I was very puzzled. When I asked Mr., he laughed and didn't answer. Maybe this is a unique thing of Mr.

This method of writing is something that no one else can learn. It’s not only the facial expressions, but also all the other fonts. It’s done in one go, without any pauses or changes in speed, which is really puzzling.”

Qiu Wuhen’s stomach hurts from laughing. Printer printing, when have you ever seen a printer print out with cadence? My hand holding the pen is just a pattern, but the actual effect is that the gourd is printed through the tip of my nose.

, of course it was not written by humans, so there is only the rhythm of printing, not the rhythm of human writing. But what comes out is the effect of printing, but you don’t know that there is such a printing method in the world.

Qiu Wuhen couldn't mislead others, so he still said seriously: "Everyone has his own way of writing. Maybe only I can control my method. You'd better not learn from me. You should still follow your normal way."

Only by writing with sudden and sudden strokes can the writing be effective. If you try to imitate me, you may be a toddler. On the contrary, you don't even know how to write. You can only take a look at what I write."

Tang Yan smiled bitterly and nodded, and said: "I originally wanted to figure out how to write this character from Mr.'s way of writing? But now it seems that I can't learn it at all, because the way Mr. writes is very different from us. To be honest, using Mr.

With such speed and writing skills, I can't write with the effect of rhythm and rhythm, but my husband can write it. It's really amazing. Now my husband's calligraphy is unique. Maybe it has a lot to do with the way he uses his pen. Others want to learn from it.

It can’t be learned either.”

Qiu Wuhen stretched out and said, "Take your time, you can't eat a fat man in one sitting."

Linghu Ding said to Qiu Wuhen: "Sir, can you write some sample essays? We have used up the previous sample essays, and it's time to learn new ones."

In fact, Qiu Wuhen had already discussed it with Yaohulu in his mind before he came, asking Yaohulu to find out the questions for this year's provincial examination held in Wenjiang Prefecture in the fall. Yaohulu immediately found a lot of them, all of which were the candidates who passed the provincial examination this year.
Chapter completed!