Fantasia: The blind man at the beginning starts with playing the erhu

"The pen must be calm and joyful, and only when it is stable and light can it be used freely."

Li Pingan explained patiently.

Aliya and Zhao Linger started practicing early on.

Zhao Linger heard that Wang Shan asked Li Pingan to teach Wang Yi calligraphy, so she also begged her father to learn together.

Although the father didn't understand why his daughter wanted an unknown singer to teach calligraphy.

What's more, he was still blind.

Its outrageous degree is no less than letting a blind man identify the murderer.

But seeing her daughter persisted, Wang Shan also sent her son away.

He felt that the other party must have something special, so he didn't refuse.

Li Pingan felt that one sheep was also chased, and two sheep were also herded, so he had no objection.

Alia has no foundation, but fortunately she is willing to learn.

Zhao Linger learned calligraphy since she was a child and liked to copy copybooks.

He has a certain calligraphy foundation and is the best handwriting among several people.

"Your handwriting is really beautiful."

Alia looked at Zhao Linger's pen and ink, and suddenly felt a lot of pressure.

Zhao Linger smiled and said, "I just practiced too much, practice makes perfect."

The two are chatting about their experiences here.

Wang Yi on the side looked out the window, whistled, and was in a good mood.

This made Alia and Zhao Linger very curious.

Wang Yi has been depressed these days, why did he suddenly change his sex today?

"Wang Yi, why are you so happy?"

Wang Yi chuckled: "Secret, secret."

Alia turned her head, "Cut~ Not to mention pulling down, it must be boring anyway."

This shock really worked, and Wang Yi sat upright.

Seeing that Li Ping'an was not there, he said in a low voice.

"I told you, but don't tell others, I know a very powerful master.

Being able to control a flying sword is awesome. "

"Control the flying sword?"

Alia and Zhao Linger looked at each other, obviously in disbelief.

So Wang Yi described to them vividly how he met that mysterious master.

And how to help him buy medicinal materials and send food.

"He also promised me that he will teach me peerless martial arts when he recovers from his injury!"

It's just that no matter what he said, Zhao Ling'er and Alia didn't believe that someone could control a sword out of thin air.

Wang Yi said quickly: "Okay! You don't believe it, right? I'll take you to see it later!"

Everyone has curiosity, and what Wang Yi said is amazing.

Alia and Zhao Linger also became interested.

After practicing these days, Wang Yi's handwriting has not improved.

Li Pingan felt a little sorry for the fine wine Wang Shan gave him, so he decided to teach Wang Yi more.

He let Wang Yi hold the pen, while he held Wang Yi's hand.

Write it stroke by stroke.

"Diligence can make up for weakness, the more you practice, the more you will feel handy."

Wang Yi was restless and impatient, he didn't use any force at all, and his mind was not on it at all.

Li Pingan relaxed, "Writing and martial arts are the same principle, spirit, spirit, knowledge, and skills are indispensable.

Remember more, write more and practice more. When you practice your handwriting, you will naturally master it.

Although the waiting process is full of bitterness, the result is happy.

Learning calligraphy is not a boring repetition, but a breakthrough again and again, constantly improving yourself.

This is a process of continuous tempering, the more difficult it is.

The more you learn, the more you progress.

The edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold. "

Zhao Linger was startled, and silently read it twice in her heart.

Baojianfeng comes from the sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold.

The light in the eyes was flowing, but I couldn't think of which family this poem came from.

Wang Yi didn't understand the meaning, so he snorted.

"Dancing with words and ink, that's what sour scholars do.

Useless is a scholar, what is the use of writing these words?

Going into battle to kill the enemy and defending the country is what a man should do. "

Li Pingan smiled lightly, "The use of the useless is for the great use.

It is naturally important for generals to defend the country bravely, and it is also indispensable for civil servants to govern the country.

You can only study hard, and you are a scholar who is useless.

If you read the book well, everything is inferior, and only reading is high. "

Wang Yi couldn't say enough about Li Pingan, so he stood up angrily.

"Sir, if you are really so powerful, why are you still here just as a singer.

Why not go to the exam to gain fame and show off your ambitions.

He can only talk big words, and the scholar is wronging the country! "

If I don't talk about it, I feel that the grievances I have suffered these days come out of my brain.

He reached out and picked up the rice paper beside him, and tore it to shreds.

"Write these words, can you protect the common people in the world? Can you understand your thoughts?

We are not like you, a cripple.

We still have a great life and a bright future.

How can you understand, pedantic and stubborn. "

"Wang Yi, how can you talk to Mr. like that."

Zhao Ling'er has learned to respect teachers since she was a child, and now seeing Wang Yi being so rude, she couldn't help but refute.

"That's it!"

Alia pinched her waist, threatening.

Wang Yi stood in front of Li Pingan because he had practiced martial arts since childhood.

He is tall and straight, with a high chest and strong muscles.

"It's not clear why a scholar meets a soldier. Even if you say that you are breaking the sky, sir, can you withstand my punch?"

Seeing that Li Pingan didn't answer, Wang Yi snorted coldly, turned around and left.

Li Pingan was not annoyed, he shook his head slightly, and picked up the rice paper torn by Wang Yi.

He muttered softly: "The brave man is angry, and draws his blade towards the stronger one.

The cowardly are angry, but draw their blades on the weaker. "

...........

Let's say that after Wang Yi left Li Pingan's house.

Then they met with Fat Jun, and rode towards the deep place on the east mountain.

"Boss, is that person really a cultivator?" Fat Jun asked in disbelief.

"That's natural."

Fat Jun said excitedly: "Then will he accept us as disciples?"

Wang Yi said proudly: "People only said to teach me some swordsmanship, as for you..."

"Ah, boss, I am your faithful younger brother."

Wang Yi laughed, "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 as I have learned."

Fat Jun smiled.

Half an hour's work,

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 his legs felt a little weak.

It was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man, so ordinary that he would never be found in a crowd.

Only a pair of eyes are piercing, giving people a fierce and unparalleled feeling.

"Sir, I'm here to see you."

"Who is this person?" Kong Yang stared at Fat Jun.

"My friend, he also wants to see you."

"Didn't I tell you not to mention my matter to anyone?" Kong Yang said in a deep voice.