Looking at the beautiful and healthy handwriting on the paper, Zhong Yue nodded, "How many years have you copied it?"

Qin Bin, who had just become an adult, put down his pen and said, "I have studied for four years and haven't written much in the past two years. I used to write better."

Zhong Yue nodded and said, "But I learned the shape and did not learn the essence of the pen that integrated into Lao Zhu's calligraphy style in his later years. Look at your elongated strokes, these are all drawn from the Han Li, so you are all sick pens."

"My mother asked a professional calligraphy teacher to teach me, what do you know?"

Zhong Yue chuckled and said, "Although I have never copied Zhu Suiliang's copybook, I can understand his muscles and bones."

"I don't believe it if I talk nonsense."

"Don't believe it? Come on."

Qin Bin handed the brush to Zhong Yue.

Zhong Yue picked up the pen. Now the nine powers of the gods and man are gradually becoming more complete. When he looks at the characters, he can see the muscles and bones of each stroke, that is, the brushwork of using the brush. This reverse way of using the characters is something that ordinary people cannot do.

"What do you think?"

Qin Bin looked at the words "Da Tang" written on the paper, which was indeed much better than the words he copied. He originally thought that Zhong Yue taught him calligraphy just a joke or excuse, and that Qin Hai sent him to monitor him. Now it seems that this guy has some trouble.

"good."

Seeing that the boy was a little dissatisfied, Zhong Yue handed the pen to him and said, "You hold the pen."

"what?"

"Just hold it."

Qin Bin frowned, "Then you should let go."

Zhong Yue did not give the pen completely to Gu Qin. He pinched the top of the pen and said, "I want to teach you what the muscles and bones of calligraphy are. You should sit upright now."

Qin Bin was a little confused. Now he was holding the lower half of the pen, but Zhong Yue grabbed the pen holder.

"You..."

"Don't quarrel, now relax your body and feel the power that I have transmitted from the pen to you. Don't resist, guide it."

Zhong Yue slowly released Mo Yun and entered Qin Bin's body.

Originally, I felt that Zhong Yue was talking nonsense and felt a slight stinging pain on my hands.

"you……"

Unlike Fu Guoqiang, Zhong Yue's treatment of Qin Bin is not just about relaxing muscles and activating the collaterals, because Zhong Yue didn't know where the reason why Qin Bin couldn't stand up was.

"Don't be nervous, relax, there will be nothing."

Feeling the trembling from the pen disappeared, Zhong Yue slowly penetrated into Qin Bin's body with ink.

Because Qin Bin sat for many years, Zhong Yue found it difficult to enter Qin Bin's body with Mo Yun this time. It was not like Fu Guoqiang's body that had been exercising all year round, only the part of his shoulder was severely strained.

The ink is deep, and Fu Guoqiang is suffering from the strain on his shoulders, so Zhong Yue can easily sort out his blocked meridians to relieve shoulder pain. However, Qin Bin cannot walk, it may be his legs, spine or even brain problems. Zhong Yue is all unknown. If you talk about the body that has been exercising all year round, Zhong Yue may be able to find the key to the problem, but Qin Bin's physical condition is very bad now, so Zhong Yue has no idea how to start, so he can only do it step by step.

This time he only entered from Qin Bin's hand. Because Qin Bin needed to move the wheelchair with his hands, the joints on his fingers were often moved, so there was no resistance.

It was not until Qin Bin's back that Zhong Yue felt that it was difficult for the Mo Yun to penetrate smoothly. Especially those silt blocks. Although Zhong Yue didn't know what these were, it was very difficult for the Mo Yun to pass through them, and Zhong Yue did not dare to move rashly.

When Zhong Yue took back Mo Yun, the hand holding the pen was covered in sweat, and he wet most of the rice paper along the pen.

"Teacher...you..."

Zhong Yue picked up the tissue on one side and wiped the sweat all over his face.

"Is this internal force?"

Zhong Yue looked at Qin Bin and threw the tissue into the trash can beside him, "If you think so, that's it. I'll take a break. When you practice writing, you throw the wet piece and change it to a new piece of paper."

"Don't worry, I won't tell Qin Hai."

Zhong Yue smiled and looked at the scenery outside the window, "You should exercise more..."

Qin Bin looked at the back standing at the window. After the special feeling just now, he felt the mystery surrounding Zhong Yue. "How can I move like this ghost?"

"That's not my business. It's not enough for me to come twice a week to teach you how to practice calligraphy."

The pen Qin Bin was holding trembled. He understood what Zhong Yue meant, pursed his lips and said, "Thank you."

"Practice your calligraphy."

After an hour, Zhong Yue felt his sweat gradually dry up. Seeing that there were two more written words on the table, he said, "I'll be here today, I'll come here next time."

"good."

Zhong Yue left the room and did not see Qin Hai. It was not until he walked downstairs that he saw anxious Qin Hai waiting in front of the elevator, "How is it? Is there hope?"

Zhong Yue said calmly: "Old Qin, I said that I just taught him calligraphy." He did not want to treat this matter as a cure, because no matter what, Zhong Yue would not take this road of saving the world too much.

"Zhong Yue, I think you should understand that if I just teach calligraphy, I don't have to do this."

"Care more about Xiaobin if you have time."

Qin Hai frowned and said, "Caring? Don't I care about him enough? But he doesn't appreciate it at all. Now he doesn't even want to see me. What should you do if you ask me to do?"

"It's not what I asked you to do, but you should ask yourself, what should you do? What he is struggling with, you should know."

Qin Hai sighed, "Okay, I'll send you down."

Zhong Yue walked downstairs and was about to leave when he suddenly saw the four screens hanging on the side of the bookshelf and asked, "Old Qin, this word..."

"Oh, it's a fake. I don't know who wrote it."

Zhong Yue walked in and saw the ink traces of the pen walking in the dragon and snake. His fingers imitated it back and forth in the palm of his palm, and said, "Old Qin, you should have a lot of crazy cursive calligraphy works, right?"

"I haven't counted this... I've never counted it in detail, but there should be hundreds of them."

"Next time I come here, can I borrow a view?"

Qin Hai frowned. Qin Bin's legs were not trying to help with them before, but when he said the collection, Zhong Yue seemed to be sticking it up, and he spoke so generously.

"Okay..." Qin Hai now had something to ask Zhong Yue for his request, so he could only agree. It would be no big deal to show Zhong Yue the cursive collection.

Zhong Yue walked out of Yongxin and took a deep breath, "Everything to ask for is hard."
Chapter completed!