The reborn master is hard to do

Jiuye Lichen also felt very satisfied when he looked at it, and then thought, if it weren't for the foundation of his original body, let alone teaching others, his handwriting would probably not be much better than Chu Cunmo's, it's just half a catty.

People often say that writing is like seeing its shape and hearing its sound. It is true. Master's writing is just like his person, fresh and elegant, with a natural air of immortality.

Chu Cunmo picked up the paper with his name written on it, and sincerely praised: "Master, the writing is so beautiful!"

"You also come to write and see."

Jiuye Lichen handed over the brush in his hand, "Just copy and write like this."

"it is good."

Chu Cunmo glanced at Jiuye Lichen, took the pen with a smile, then recalled Jiuye Lichen's gesture of holding the pen just now, and tried to write.

But his right hand, which is usually able to hold a sword with ease, doesn't seem to be his own at this moment, it is so stiff that he can't grasp the right hand gesture no matter what.

In the end, I was directly annoyed, so I simply held the pen like a sword, dipped it in ink, and started writing without scraping off the excess ink.

There was so much ink that Chu Cunmo became a mess as soon as he wrote the pen, and it was impossible to see what he wrote. Jiuye Lichen said with a helpless smile: "You really live up to your name, Chu Cunmo means to store ink Bar?"

Chu Cunmo blushed slightly, and tried to defend himself: "It's because this pen is not good, so I can't grasp it no matter what. It must know that this is the first time for me to write, and it wants to show me off."

"Just talking nonsense." Jiuye Lichen snatched the pen from Chu Cunmo's hand, and patiently explained the posture of holding the pen, "Come on, hold the body of the pen with the index finger and thumb first, turn the middle finger around like this, and push the ring finger out, and The middle finger, index finger, and thumb drive the pen body together, let’s try it now.”

Chu Cunmo dipped the corrected pen with ink again, Jiuye Lichen reminded: "Scrape off some excess ink."

Chu Cunmo followed the words, and began to write stroke by stroke according to the words on the side, but he held the pen rigidly, and there was no focus on his hand hanging in the air. The words he wrote twisted and twisted like earthworms. crawling.

Jiuye Lichen covered his face, smiled silently, turned around and walked behind Chu Cunmo, took his hand holding the pen, and said softly: "Don't hold the pen too rigidly, slow down, With a scribble like this, you have to write forcefully and finish orderly..."

Looking at Chu Cunmo who was already about the same height as himself, Jiuye Lichen couldn't help sighing: "It's only been so long, and Chu Cunmo has already grown to be about the same height as him. The landscape of Yuxuanzong is truly amazing." The aura is full, just like taking hormones, the head is jumping up, it is really nourishing!

Ever since Jiuye Lichen's warm hand attached to his, Chu Cunmo's body stiffened abruptly, like a marionette, letting Jiuye Lichen take his hand to write stroke by stroke Character.

He only knew that he could hear Master's warm breath in his ears, and his back was leaning on Master's warm chest. His ears were buzzing, and he could no longer hear any sounds from the outside world.

His strong and powerful heart beat faster and faster, and he felt that his breathing became more and more difficult, so that his head was a little dizzy due to lack of oxygen.

The movements of the hands became more and more stiff, which made Jiuye Lichen couldn't help but say again, "I told you, don't let your hands be so stiff, put..."

No matter how dull Jiuye Lichen was, he could sense something was wrong with Chu Cunmo now, his face and neck were covered with a thin layer of red, his breathing was rapid and heavy, he just thought he was pushing him too hard , made him too nervous.

Jiuye Lichen hurriedly let go of Chu Cunmo's hand, stretched out his hand and shook it back and forth in front of Chu Cunmo's dazed eyes, and said worriedly: "Cunmo, Cunmo..."

The ink from the tip of Langhao's pen dripped down, and a black plum blossom bloomed on the paper, which also recalled Chu Cunmo's mind, "Master?"

"What's the matter with you?" Jiuye Lichen put down the pen in Chu Cunmo's hand, "You're out of your mind, are you uncomfortable?"

Thinking of his absent-minded appearance just now, Chu Cunmo jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and ran out, "Master, this disciple is going back first..."

Jiuye Lichen had a black question mark face on his face, "What's the matter? Am I old? Children nowadays are so startled and strange, I really don't understand."

Depressedly tidying up the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table, he was puzzled.

Chu Cunmo ran for a long distance before stopping, panting heavily, kicked the cypress next to him angrily, and cursed: "Chu Cunmo, you are really promising! Master is teaching You know how to read, so you just shook hands, why are you so nervous, I hugged you when I rescued you, you are useless!"