The miracle doctor came down from the mountain and opened a restaurant to raise his daughter

This time it wasn't just Du Gui who thought so, everyone else thought so.

Du Gui stopped writing and just stood there waiting for Chen Ning to bring Xiaolong back.

Chen Ning obviously didn't want others to hear what he and Xiaolong said.

Take Xiaolong directly to the corner counter at the other end of the medicine hall.

Rongrong did not follow, leaving Chen Xiaoqi to take care of her temporarily.

Putting the paper on the counter, Chen Ning said directly to Xiaolong; "You have good basic skills and great talent, but do you know where your biggest problem is?"

"My fingers are disabled."

Xiaolong glanced at his hand naturally.

In fact, Xiaolong still doesn't know if Chen Ning can write.

But for some reason, from the moment Chen Ning started speaking, he felt a kind of blind trust in his heart, as if everything was as it should be.

"Your hand is indeed a problem, but it is not the main reason. You think your hand is defective, so you have been exercising the strength of three fingers so that you can hold the pen more steadily. This is true in itself, but it is a bit confusing. What you have overlooked is flexibility. When you are strong, you lose part of your flexibility, and..."

As Chen Ning spoke, he grabbed Xiaolong's residual hand and massaged it gently.

Xiaolong originally listened to Chen Ning's words very seriously.

But as I listened, I suddenly felt a warm air flowing between my palm and three fingers.

"Don't be distracted, and remember my words carefully. Calligraphy skills must not only be powerful and flexible, but most importantly, they must give soul to the fonts. Words without soul are not real calligraphy..."

Chen Ning's low tone brought Xiaolong back to his senses.

Obviously, Chen Ning cheated a little bit.

He used his own abilities to improve Xiaolong's residual hand, making it more flexible and powerful.

And that’s just part of the ‘cheating’.

"Okay, remember what I said. Now I'll write something and you can copy it in your mind. There's no need to write it out now."

Chen Ning's lecture only lasted more than a minute.

Then he took the pen and ink directly and sketched a few times on a piece of rice paper casually.

"This is……"

When Xiaolong saw what was on the paper, he was confused for the first time.

But soon Xiaolong's eyes widened.

Apparently he saw something extraordinary that attracted him.

Chen Ning didn't really write at all. There were only five strokes on the rice paper: horizontal strokes, strokes, strokes, and strokes.

And these strokes are not horizontal or vertical.

There is even the crooked feeling of some children’s graffiti.

But Xiaolong was deeply attracted from the second glance.

At this time, his eyes seemed to see the continuous swimming combination of these strokes on the words.

Characters with flying dragons and phoenixes appeared one after another.

"Okay, it's useless for you to look at it for the time being. Now it's enough to remember a little feeling!"

When Xiaolong watched it for nearly two minutes without realizing it, Chen Ning suddenly interrupted him with a voice, and reached out to put away the rice paper with the strokes written on it.

"Ah, this, this... I want to become your teacher, is that okay?"

When Xiaolong saw the rice paper being taken away by Chen Ning, he felt as if his soul had been taken away.

"No, I don't accept calligraphy disciples." Chen Ning simply shook his head and said.

Chen Ning always remembers the rules of his sect. Each disciple of the fifth sect can only accept three disciples in his life, and his first quota has been given to Takeda.

Even though Takeda has passed away now, after being recognized by Chen Ning, Takeda has occupied a disciple spot forever.

Xiaolong may be very talented in calligraphy and painting, but he is not suitable to be his disciple.

Being flatly rejected by Chen Ning, Xiaolong's eyes suddenly showed disappointment.

"Although I don't accept you, I can still give you some advice from time to time... This paper is given to you. Take some time to observe it every day, but remember not to give this paper to others."

Chen Ning saw Xiaolong's emotions, thought for a moment and handed the piece of paper with the writing on it to Xiaolong.

It’s not that Chen Ning is too precious about his calligraphy.

He wrote these strokes seriously. Although they were not complete words, they were far from comparable to the random prescriptions he had written before.

If this piece of paper is released, it will even shock the calligraphy world.

It will definitely bring a lot of trouble to Xiaolong.

"what?"

Xiaolong was stunned again, and then became ecstatic.

Although he failed to become a disciple, he could still guide himself. How is that any different from a master?

Especially this piece of paper!

Xiaolong couldn't measure the value, but he knew that this piece of paper would bring him immeasurable progress!

It can be said that each of these strokes is the work of a calligraphy master, and the specific value cannot be measured with money.

"Thank you. I, Cheng Long, will listen to your arrangements for everything in the future."

Xiaolong didn't say too much, he just bowed deeply to Chen Ning and announced his full name.

In Xiaolong's heart, this bow is the apprenticeship ceremony.

"You act too old. You are only a teenager. Open up your mind. No matter what you are shouldering, don't let those things you think of become the shackles of your heart."

Chen Ning patted Xiaolong's shoulder again and said with a hint.

Xiaolong's body trembled slightly, and after a tangled expression, he wanted to say something.

But before he could speak, Chen Ning waved his hand again and said: "We just met, so don't talk so much. Let's go and defeat that old guy's bad breath first."

Xiaolong breathed a sigh of relief, and then remembered that he had only been in contact with Chen Ning for less than half an hour.

But...why do I believe him from the bottom of my heart? It feels like I have known him for a long, long time.

I was just about to reveal the secret in my heart.

Maybe it’s because I have identified this master in my heart!

It only took six minutes before Chen Ning took Xiaolong away.

The rest of the people were watching the two people's movements, but they couldn't hear clearly what they said.

Including the warrior Xing Zhan, he also tried to 'eavesdrop' a little bit, but unfortunately he failed.

"Hasn't it been written yet?"

When Chen Ning came back, he asked Du Gui directly.

"It's just a few words. You can write them casually. I thought about it and realized that I was really impulsive just now. Otherwise..."

Du Gui didn't know which muscle was wrong, but he seemed to be regretting it at this moment.

You know, he was full of confidence just now.

Chen Ning saw that Du Gui had some sense of conscience, which made him slightly less disgusted with him.

But Chen Ning would not agree if he wanted to go back on his word.

If you don't teach this old man a lesson, he won't even know what it means to feel distressed.

"No, otherwise, let's get started."

"You... hum!"

Du Gui didn't expect that Chen Ning would appreciate his kindness. He couldn't help but snorted again, then turned around and put down his pen.

I quickly wrote four words on a piece of rice paper half a meter long.

Although Chen Ning has always been looked down upon, in fact, Chen Ning has never seen Du Gui's name.

After taking a look now, Chen Ning smiled slightly.

Du Gui's handwriting is actually pretty good.

But in Chen Ning's eyes, it's just good.

If Chen Ning were to give him a fair assessment, it would be that he was just a man in the flesh.

In Chen Ning's eyes, a font without a trace of soul cannot be called true calligraphy.

At another lower level, even if there is no soul, there must at least be some physical aura.

But Du Gui's calligraphy can only be said to be pretty good-looking, and it doesn't even have any unique momentum.