Special Forces from Fire Phoenix

What did I learn in the army?

This question made Zhang Lu suddenly fall into deep thought.

He really didn't think deeply about this issue.

If we talk about military training subjects such as shooting, fighting, cross-country, etc., I always feel that they are too simple and not enough to generalize.

If it is about strategy, tactics, survival, courage, command, etc., it is not comprehensive enough.

Zhang Lu thought for a while, and said with a little emotion: "I don't learn as much as you. I only learned eight characters in the army, muddy, dedication, sacrifice and responsibility."

Li Chengqi tasted it carefully, but he was stunned. Some people who have been soldiers all their lives may not have such a feeling.

Is this kid pretending, or...?

Elder Zhang, on the other hand, was concerned and confused, and became anxious, saying: "Aren't the troops just shooting, fighting, cross-country, armed swimming and other military projects, how can they play chess compared to calligraphy."

Li Xiaoqing was only a soldier, so he couldn't understand the meaning of Zhang Lu's words. Instead, he laughed, and the other party could only endorse.

Hearing Mr. Zhang say this, he immediately shook his head and said, "Look at your grandson's aura, he must have never changed his face when he collapsed before him. Tsk tsk, this aura, in today's society, is called a master!"

Zhang Lu didn't say anything anymore, but the impatient Elder Zhang secretly asked, "Are you sure? Don't embarrass me."

Shame?

This is not enough.

The killing power of water, the virtue of carrying things, and the moistening of things are silent, which can fully reflect one's own spirit in calligraphy.

So Zhang Lu whispered to comfort his grandfather, "Don't worry."

After Li Xiaoqing finished grinding the ink, he moved the melon seeds and sweet-scented osmanthus cakes on the table, and spread out the rice paper he brought.

She slowly took out the Langhao pen, dipped ink on the inkstone, stroked the nib, took a deep breath, and wrote on the rice paper.

From this posture, it can be seen that Li Xiaoqing has practiced calligraphy for many years, let alone look at the works, just from the momentum of the pen, you can know that the calligraphy will definitely not be bad.

How can Mr. Zhang rest assured that when he asked Zhang Lu to learn calligraphy and painting, he naturally hoped for Sun Chenglong, but he is not that material, and he can't learn anything.

But Zhang Lu reassured himself just now, Mr. Zhang still had a little hope in his heart.

But Zhang Lu became interested and watched Li Xiaoqing write.

The wind and rain turned pale and yellow in Zhongshan, millions of soldiers crossed the great river, tigers and dragons conquered the past, and the world was turned upside down with generosity...

This is the most powerful calligraphy.

Li Chengqi nodded frequently, and the expression on his face could not help showing a bit of satisfaction. This calligraphy work has won the second prize of the International Calligraphy Award.

Not to mention that Zhang Lu is a soldier, he is a professional calligrapher. Li Chengqi doesn't think that Zhang Lu can write calligraphy works like his granddaughter's at this age.

In order to improve his granddaughter's calligraphy, he asked himself, a student and a contemporary calligrapher, to personally teach Xiaoqing how to use the brush, so hard... The small pond at home, after washing brushes all the year round, was dyed red black.

Mr. Zhang originally had a little hope for Zhang Lu, but seeing such calligraphy works, he couldn't even drink tea.

Although he didn't specialize in calligraphy, it was still a hobby. After retirement, he practiced calligraphy, chess, and Baduanjin.

good word!

One stroke shows the spirit, and one stroke shows the momentum.Although it is written by a woman, it has a sense of pride.

Immediately, Mr. Zhang was discouraged, let out a long sigh, and shook his head.

Such a character, unless it is done by everyone in calligraphy in Donghai City, who can win it.

After Li Xiaoqing closed his brush for the last time, he put the Langhao brush neatly on the inkstone, let out a long breath, turned to look at Zhang Lu, and asked with a smile: "Master Zhang, please comment on one or two!"

Zhang Lu had already read Li Xiaoqing's words, and blurted out: "There is more than beauty, but not calm enough!"

Chapter 1742 Clouds and water together, the pen falls and the wind and rain

Do you really think you are a master?

Didn't catch it, is that irony?

Li Xiaoqing immediately ground her white teeth, her pretty face was covered with a few wisps of frost and snow.

If it was a calligrapher's evaluation, Li Xiaoqing must be humble and educated, because her calligraphy teacher also evaluated it in the same way, lacking a little strength and thrill.

But who is Zhang Lu and what level of calligraphy is he, doesn't he know?

However, Li Xiaoqing is a reserve member of the Snow Leopard Commando. He has practiced calligraphy for many years, and he can control his emotions. Otherwise, it's first prize."

Li Xiaoqing was also surprised, why did he show off?Comparing calligraphy with Zhang Lu, there is no need to do this at all.

It seemed that they were all pissed off by this guy, and they were a little out of control.

Elder Zhang, who was sitting across from him, thumped in his heart, with a wry smile on his face, the second prize of international calligraphy, is it worth comparing?

Mr. Zhang looked at Zhang Lu. He wanted to use his eyes to persuade Zhang Lu to give up the competition of chess and calligraphy and fight directly.

Anyway, soldiers don't have to play tricks, when they go to the battlefield, they will do it with real knives and guns, who will compete with you in writing!

But Zhang Lu didn't look over, and instead said to Li Xiaoqing: "In fighting arts, there are nine types of fighting arts, including wind, thunder, rain and electricity, earth, water and fire, light and darkness, and this is the sixth type of military fighting arts. Attributes, which can best reflect calligraphy. As the saying goes, the highest goodness is like water. Water is good for all things without fighting. rise."

When Zhang Lu talked eloquently, he didn't use Li Xiaoqing's polished ink to regrind the ink, and he didn't see him use too much force, but he stepped into the realm of a master, controlled his strength, and focused on it. The fine black ink turned into sticky ink. Thick ink with no particles.

Holding a Langhao pen in hand, dipping it on the inkstone, like a sword in battle, drinking the blood of the enemy, soaking up the ink...

Li Chengqi, who was standing on the left side behind Zhang Lu, heard a lot of words from Zhang Lu, his head was full of black lines, he knew the sixth type, but he had never heard of the nine types of fighting skills. The guy is so awesome.

This is compared to writing, reciting a few paragraphs, who are you scaring!

But he was secretly surprised when he heard that goodness is like water. This principle is extremely high, but it shouldn't come from Zhang Lu.

This kid failed in Chinese back then, but now he can speak well. When will the troops stop playing with guns and start reciting poems?

Li Xiaoqing raised her eyebrows, she was even more surprised, she had never even heard of the sixth type of fighting technique, let alone the nine types of fighting skills.

If you don't write well, you have to pretend to be satisfied. If you recite Lao Tzu's Tao Te Ching, you will die if you don't pretend!

""I'd like to see what words you can write! "" Li Xiaoqing snorted secretly, widened Danfeng's eyes, and her eyes fell on the rice paper.

Elder Zhang, who was standing on the right side behind Zhang Lu, felt inexplicably confident when he heard Zhang Lu's words. He secretly looked forward to it, and always felt that Zhang Lu was very different. Ordinary soldier kings, the realm of thought, seems to have reached a certain height!

All three eyes looked at Zhang Lu, only to see that Zhang Lu would grab the Langhao pen, but he was not in a hurry to pick up the pen to write, his mind sank, and the five seeds of the killing power of water appeared in his mind, the willow grace, the past I have gone, Yangliu Yiyi, this is the best stroke order; dragon blood seed, the dragon fights in the wild, its blood is black and yellow, this is the stroke style; the man-eating tree is murderous and sharp, this is the best stroke style.Plum blossom seeds are frozen and forbidden to speak, disdainful of frost and snow, this is the best pen bone.Explosive tree is extremely domineering and unparalleled, this is the best pen meat.

When Zhang Lu picked up the pen and lifted it from the inkstone, no ink was brought up from the inkstone, and he controlled it so clearly that no ink dripped from the nib of the pen. Obviously, the Langhao brush had just absorbed enough ink.