Rise From the Humble

  Chapter 197 Supernatural

  On the third day after the examination, the county government posted the examination list, and all the students on the list can participate in the next Enke provincial examination. As for those students who are not on the list, they can go back and forth. Of course, if they are interested in watching other people's exams from a distance, no one will object.

  Early in the morning this day, the fat man Xue Chi wore gold and silver, dressed himself like a groom and ran to see the list.

  In fact, this guy came to ask Zhu Pingan to look at the list before dawn, but Zhu Pingan had no interest, and he was already on the list, so why waste time looking at the list. But the fat man was very interested. This guy had been waiting for this day for too long, and he couldn't wait to show off. He couldn't help but want to brag hard in front of the students at the table next to him.

  Young man, don’t pretend to be aggressive.

  Zhu Pingan looked at the back of the fat man, and for some reason always felt that the sky seemed to be rolling with thunder.

  Zhu Ping'an and the fat man parted ways at the entrance of the inn. The fat man went to the government office excitedly to wait for the results of the scientific examination, while Zhu Ping'an walked slowly to the woods where he used to go, holding a black board.

   Repeated the previous preparations, then sat on a stone with a black board, and began to practice calligraphy.

  The environment is born from the heart, and the heart is like still water.

   While practicing calligraphy today, Zhu Pingan felt that he had entered a very wonderful state. He felt that his calligraphy seemed to have entered a new realm since the last time the Taihu Lake broke through the bottleneck. This realm can almost be described as superb. The lone sail, which was originally riding the wind and waves in the sea, suddenly burst into the sky from the sea and soared in the sky.

Practicing calligraphy is a very mysterious state. How to put it, it is like the heart and the pen are integrated. The heart is the pen, and the pen is the heart. What the heart wants, what the pen wants, the pen follows the heart, as long as the heart can think Yes, it can come out of the pen. Now Zhu Pingan feels that his calligraphy has reached the state where the heart and the pen are one, without the pen and without self.

When Zhu Pingan first started to practice handwriting, he couldn’t even hold the writing brush smoothly, and he didn’t follow the force when he used his hand to force the writing brush. Gradually, as Zhu Pingan studied hard and practiced day and night, he gradually became familiar with the writing brush in his hand. It seems to have become my sixth finger, and the brush seems to have become a part of my body. As long as I have a thought, the brush can answer. At this time, the hand and brush have been integrated.

  So at this moment, Zhu Ping'an felt that he had reached the third realm that Mr. Jin said, where the human and the pen are one, the pen is me, and I am the pen.

  Zhu Ping’an realized his epiphany in calligraphy. Many famous calligraphers in ancient times have experienced this link of epiphany. In calligraphy, it can almost be compared with the epiphany of Bodhidharma under the tree.

Wang Xizhi is a master of calligraphy that everyone is familiar with. Back then, Wang Xizhi also had such an epiphany process. Wang Xizhi liked the white geese very much. He went to watch the white geese swimming when he had nothing to do. One day, when Wang Xizhi was watching the white geese swimming in the green water, he suddenly had an epiphany. , When I got home, I invented the calligraphy of "Floating Goose Hook".

  There is also cursive script monk Huai Su. This monk does not practice Zen or recite scriptures. His random piece of paper, now is eternity.

  Zhu Ping'an reached this state. I feel that my calligraphy not only has flesh and bones, but also has aura. Calligraphy has an aura of riding the wind and waves.

at this time. Zhu Ping'an feels that whether he has a pen or not, good pens are bad. Even if you give yourself a rotten branch or a dog's tail grass. I can write wonderful calligraphy by myself.

   This feeling is like chewing Xuanmai, which makes people unable to stop. Zhu Pingan splashed water, and was a little stuck in it, unable to extricate himself.

  Until the silky rain fell from the sky, waking up Zhu Pingan, who was in a calligraphy frenzy.

   Is it raining?

   Zhu Pingan, who was practicing calligraphy, raised his head and wiped the raindrops from his forehead. After realizing it, he saw that he was almost drenched.

   How long has it been raining? I just feel it myself. Get it here today.

  Zhu Pingan shook his head, reluctantly put away the pen and bamboo tube, got up and walked out of the woods without haste. Looking up at the sky, I saw silky rain falling from the sky, the raindrops were so small, and the rain curtain was so dense, covering Ying Tiancheng with a white gauze like cicada's wings.

  Walking on the way back to the inn, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the rainwater on the bluestone slabs merged into a small stream, rushing forward along the drainage system in the city.

  Back to the inn, the innkeeper saw that Zhu Ping'an was drenched by the rain, so he hurriedly passed a dry towel to Zhu Ping'an to wipe the rain off his head, and asked the shop assistant to cook a bowl of **** soup.

   "Thanks to the shopkeeper, please send a breakfast upstairs by the way." Zhu Pingan wiped the rainwater from his head, and returned the towel to the shopkeeper to express his gratitude.

"Young Master Zhu, you are being polite. Oh, I almost forgot. Just now a messenger came to announce the good news. You have passed the examination." The shopkeeper took the towel and was about to turn around and order the shop assistant to deliver a breakfast upstairs when he suddenly thought After recalling what happened just now, he thanked Zhu Ping'an with a smile on his face.

   "Oh, it's so early this time?" Zhu Ping'an was a little surprised.

   "That's not true, but the messenger also said that it was the Ti Xueguan who arranged to release the results after reading the papers overnight without rest." The shopkeeper seemed to have a good sense of Ti Xueguan Mr. Zhao.

   "Oh, that's it. Well, thank the shopkeeper, please send another bucket of hot water." Zhu Pingan cupped his hands to thank the shopkeeper, asked the shopkeeper to send a bucket of hot water upstairs, and then went upstairs.

   Soon, several shop assistants delivered **** soup, breakfast and hot water upstairs. Zhu Pingan drank **** soup, ate breakfast, took a simple hot bath, changed into dry clothes, and sat on the desk in front of the window to continue reading.

   But the weather outside seems to be getting worse.

The wind is howling, the rain is majestic, the wind is blowing the windows with a bang, the heavy rain outside is like someone splashing water on the roof, the closed windows are also broken by the storm, and the cold autumn rain flows into the room along the gap , simply not a lot.

  Zhu Ping'an had to close the window tightly again, and moved the desk back several steps, just to avoid the interference of the howling wind and rain.

   "Uh, it's not that the fat man is over-pretentious, is he? It caused so much thunder." Zhu Ping'an looked out the window and began to slander, feeling that he was right in the morning.

   But with the virtue of a fat man, he must pretend to be ten points but not nine points! I just don't know how this guy feels when he sees the lightning and thunder outside, and whether he dares to continue pretending.

  The list is released today, and the Enke Township Examination is not far away. After Zhu Pingan moved the table a few steps back, he continued to devote himself to the preparation of the exam. Only by working hard can he be qualified to see the scenery on the wooden bridge of the imperial examination~www.wuxiaspot.com~Swiping his pen... the lightning, thunder, squall and rainstorm outside , which did not hinder him at all.

  (end of this chapter)