Put down the pen, condense the mind, and converge on the millifront. ⊥，

Lifting the pen, the blood is boiling, and the momentum is awe-inspiring.

Press the pen, full of pride, swallowing mountains and rivers.

Collect the pen, swim the dragon like the wind, all in one go.

Xiao Yao's writing speed is very fast, it seems that when the pen falls on the paper, he thinks about where the next stroke should fall, this is the real everyone, the real insider.

In ancient times, there were some calligraphers, in order to practice good calligraphy, they would tie a rope to their arms, and the other end of the rope was tied with a brick, and then the arms were raised and parallel to the ground. Even if the arm is sore, it is not willing to let go, in fact, this is to exercise the strength and stability of the arm, in order to avoid some unnecessary losses when writing in the future, so that the hand is stable.

The hand is steady, this is just stepping into the first door, the second door, is the heart is stable, the heart is as calm as a pool, and the waves are not alarmed. This requires time to cultivate, not hard work is enough.

After practicing the stability of the heart, you have to pursue the openness of the chest, and when the chest cavity is completely open, the words that are written are called words, and the words that are truly alive are not copied, let alone recorded.

Writing for three days, the first day, the word is condensed in the form. The next day, the words were fixed on God. The third heaven and earth, one word and one world!

The hand is steady, and the word has a shape.

The heart is stable, and the word has God.

Suddenly enlightened, there is a feeling, at that time the words written are called real words, every word, is emotional, life, in the layman's ears, such words may be a bit nonsense, and even a little ridiculous, but, in the world of those brush words, such words are reasonable. The words of the general, one stroke at a time, are like the shadow of the sword and the sword, and the golden iron horse. The words of the writer can be seen in the map of the Jiangshan Society, and the millions of Lao Tzu Jing.

"Good...... Good words!" Old Man Wu looked at Xiao Yao's words, and finally became more and more excited, eager to get up from the bed and rush to him.

A smile appeared on Xiao Yao's face.

In fact, he knew that the reason why the old man asked Wu Peilin and Wu Jingtian to make so much effort to get the table, chair, pen, ink, paper, and inkstone here, was to test himself, if it weren't for the old man Wu's thoughts, maybe Xiao Yao wouldn't be serious, since the old man wanted to see, Xiao Yao naturally showed his hand, which can make the old man happy, which is definitely not a bad thing.

"Xiao Yao, who the hell are you? Shouldn't you be an old monster, and now you've returned to your roots, right?" Old Man Wu said as he looked at Xiao Yao with a strange look.

Previously, Mr. Wu was really modest, his pen, ink, paper and inkstone were indeed given by others, that is also because others know that he likes to write brush words, and loves to write brush words, others want to send things, naturally they have to do what they like, for example, others like to play chess, but you just give someone a pair of mahjong, even if that mahjong is made of diamonds, people may not like it when they receive a gift!

Mr. Wu's own handwriting itself is very good, and he also knows a lot of modern calligraphy, but those calligraphers are all sixty or seventy years old, and because they are older, their hands and feet are a little disobedient, so their peak period, that is, the years when they can stabilize the pen in their later years, but even in that peak period, the words they write are not as good as those written by Xiao Yao.

Perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, Xiao Yao's words are decent, and there is nothing too unique.

However, Old Man Wu could see that Xiao Yao's characters were still about to form his own style.

How many years has the history ......of Chinese calligraphy, how many people can form their own style?

How many are left?

Xiao Yao's words do look decent, but if you look closely, you can see the sharp edge between the hooks.

This is a person who wants to learn the mean, but even if he is introverted, he can't hide the sharpness in him.

He thinks that Xiao Yao is a very interesting person, this young man always tries his best to learn to be low-key, but even if he is low-key, he will attract the attention of others and let people see the shining points in him. Old Man Wu was a little surprised in his heart, if this young man was no longer low-key and restrained one day, how far would he have to be public?

Old Man Wu suddenly remembered a poem at this time: Sake reprimands Mingyue, and a long sword points angrily at the sky!

"Alright, Uncle Wu, this is the prescription. Xiao Yao was just about to hand the prescription to Wu Peilin, but the old man Wu who was lying on the bed hurriedly spoke.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, don't rush to give it to him, show me. Old Man Wu said anxiously as if he had seen his favorite toy.

Xiao Yao couldn't cry or laugh, but he had no choice but to obey Old Man Wu's wishes and hand over the list to Old Man Wu first.

"Good, good, good!" Old Man Wu looked at the handwriting on the list, the more he looked at it, the more excited he became, and the longer he watched, the more things he could see.

"Dad, can you give me the prescription? I still have to find the herbs above!" Wu Peilin was a little anxious.

The old man glared at him fiercely: "What's the hurry? You ask Xiao Yao to write a new copy for you, and I'll keep this one! By the way, if I die, this one will be buried for me!"

Xiao Yao couldn't help but shudder, why did he panic when he heard this, the words he wrote, the old man had to take it to the funeral, so why not take himself away in a minute? But since the old man had made such a request, Xiao Yao naturally didn't dare to refuse, so he could only smile bitterly, write another copy and hand it to Wu Peilin.

This one, Xiao Yao wrote it very seriously, mainly because the four treasures of the old man's study are all high-quality products, and the writing is too rough, Xiao Yao feels sorry for this ink.

When Xiao Yao finished writing the prescription and handed it back to Wu Peilin, Wu Peilin just glanced at it, and his eyes almost popped out.

"Damn! Xiao Yao, are you playing with me? Everything else is easy to say, but these 300-year-old ginseng and 800-year-old Ganoderma lucidum can't be planted, where can you let me find it? This is not something that can be bought with money!" To say how precious wild ginseng is, to put it simply, more than 100 years ago, a farmer in Changbai Mountain, that is, a ginseng picker, found a 500-year-old wild ginseng, which could directly become the king of ginseng in China, and was directly accepted by the state.

A 500-year-old Changbai Mountain wild ginseng can become the king of ginseng, and it has been accepted by the state, and it is difficult to find a 600-year-old ginseng, and it is thousands of years old, so what is it that is not nonsense?

The three hundred years of ginseng is not a simple task, and now it is directly thrown to Wu Peilin, and Wu Peilin has no way.

"Actually, it's not hard to find 300-year-old ginseng, but you may have to find some trustworthy old Chinese medicine doctors, who have a way to help you get in touch. Xiao Yao knew that in fact, in his grandfather's place, there was a six-hundred-year-old wild ginseng, which was still growing, and the grandfather looked at it every day, for fear that one day he would not be able to find it, and it was estimated that in another ten years, it would have to be seven hundred years.

At that time, it really had the ability to live dead flesh and bones, but even his grandfather, he had never seen the legendary elixir, and there was a legend that as long as the ginseng grew for a thousand years, it could be cultivated into essence, and even became a ginseng doll running around in a red belly pocket, and it would suddenly disappear.

However, according to the mountain people, it is because ginseng only blooms before dawn, as soon as the sun comes out, it immediately withers, and then becomes similar to the surrounding weeds.

When it comes to picking ginseng, there are many precautions, for example, the real ginseng pickers will never pick ginseng that is ten or twenty years old, because that is simply a violent thing, even if it is just for the younger generations, they will not move, but, later, there are some Chinese medicine dealers, secretly ran into the mountains, and dug out the small year ginseng left by the ginseng pickers, and the ginseng pickers can only be angry, but they are helpless, they can't kill people because of the ginseng, right? If the mountain is closed, they don't have that ability.

On the other hand, no metal should be used when harvesting ginseng, otherwise, it will destroy the medicinal properties of ginseng, which is very disadvantageous for ginseng, so every ginseng picker will bring a small shovel made of wood or jade to dig ginseng.

When Wu Peilin was worried, Yan Qing on the side suddenly spoke.

"Uncle Wu, don't say it, I can really help with this, I heard my father say that he bought a four-hundred-year-old ginseng some time ago, and I don't know if I can help. ”

"Really?!" Wu Peilin suddenly became excited when he heard this.

Yan Qing glanced at Xiao Yao and said, "There are no three hundred years, can four hundred years be?"

"You just give me a thousand years, I won't build yì, the annual fee is naturally the higher the better, but the too high years are too difficult to find, and the three hundred years are just enough, so I said that." Listening to Yan Qing's question, Xiao Yao was really a little crying and laughing.

"That's good!" Yan Qing clapped his hands, "I'll call my dad now!"

After speaking, she took out her mobile phone, probably still a girl's heart, and there was a red phone case on the phone.

After dialing her father's number, she walked to the door and began to talk.

I don't know what Yan Qing's father's answer is, but when Yan Qing hung up the phone and walked back, his face was indeed full of joy and joy.

"Uncle Wu, don't worry, my father has already said that not only ginseng, but also that Ganoderma lucidum can be found, and he will send it over tomorrow. Yan Qing said with a smile.

"Huh?" Wu Peilin was also a little surprised, and then asked in a low voice, "Your father, are you so willing?"

"Hehe, I was actually a little curious before, but do you know what my dad said?" Yan Qing asked with a narrowed eye.

Of course, Wu Peilin didn't know, so he could only shake his head.

"My dad said that if someone else asked for it, he would refuse it, after all, it can't be bought with money, but if the martial artist wants it, he has to send it even if he crawls, otherwise he is worried that when he dies, my grandfather will always wait for him with a cane, and then knock him to death. Yan Qing said with a smile.

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