Zhao Rong did just write one word.

just.

From the time of writing to the time of lifting the pen, there were only a few three breaths.

Most of the students in the Luxing Hall thought that he was going to show his skills, and before he could even take a closer look, he ended.

The huge desktop, a white rice paper in the center, and a square word "六" that looks from a distance, is like a simple house on the vast snow, standing alone.

Many people subconsciously approached Zhao Rong's seat, hoping to see the students as soon as possible, and the corners of their mouths twitched.

You're too short and too fast, right?

Xiao Hongyu was among them. With curiosity about Zhao Rong, he pulled Li Xueyou up to take a look with great enthusiasm, but he disappeared before he could take two steps.

She looked around, and the field was silent because she was looking at the word far or near. She didn't have the first one for a while, but there were already some strange eyes exchanged.

Xiao Hongyu's eyes turned to Zhu Yourong and Yu Huaijin. He saw that Mr. Zhu had walked to Zhao Rong at some point, bent down gently, staring at the words on the paper without saying anything. Yu Huaijin was behind her, staring at the words seriously, and without saying a word.

She glanced at Zhao Rong. He was slowly putting down his pen, lowering his sleeves with a calm expression, picking up his hand, turning his head to look towards the long table of Qihong.

His vision seemed to be spinning on the small bamboo tube.

The three people at the table were still talking, and gradually some small sounds sounded on the field, and everyone whispered to each other.

Xiao Hongyu had already stopped moving forward, but suddenly Li Xueyou pulled her hand and took her to a place not far from the table with a perfect view. The two of them looked at the word together.

Xiao Hongyu opened his eyes wide and looked at the rice paper on the table. However, there were still some straight and unconventional characters on it. There were no new tricks. It was just a "right" and the strokes were repeated, with only two strokes, horizontal and vertical strokes. What can we tell?

Her eyes were slightly disappointed.

Having secretly guessed and looked forward to it for so long, Xiao Hongyu originally thought that she thought she was Zhao Ziyu who had seen it before, and could write a handsome calligraphy with ease and free writing. Just as the best-selling novels of the best-selling books she liked to read, she showed her sage in front of the protagonist who had been making a fool of herself at the most critical moment. The operation caused shock and breathe in the audience, and the villains' faces continued to be terrified and died.

Xiao Hongyu thought about it carefully, well, and there was a soft girl like Xue You beside her, looking at the protagonist who was shocked by the audience with a flushed face. All the previous bad impressions in his heart were overturned. His radiant image was mixed with the guilt after the misunderstanding. He stood in his heart indestructible, and his heart secretly...

By the way, the protagonist must be inconspicuous before. When he showed his saints, for example, after picking up the pen, his momentum suddenly changed. In the eyes of everyone, it seemed like a different person. The book said that the momentum was different, probably the golden scales were not something in the pond, but when they encountered wind and clouds, Xiao Hongyu thought to himself.

She glanced at the female companion beside her and looked at it. She found that Li Xueyou also opened her eyes wide and looked at the lonely word, blinking, not like a fool.

There was also Zhao Ziyu, but he didn't see any change in momentum. He still felt... he was a little too lazy, but fortunately, even if he was too lazy, he had a unified style and did not look like what was written in the book, and his personality was split.

Xiao Hongyu listened to the noise around her, and she followed her and sighed slightly, "This is too short."

Li Xueyou glanced at Zhao Rong and nodded.

Xiao Hongyu covered his mouth and whispered: "Xueyou, you have good calligraphy. Have you seen anything?"

Li Xueyou glanced at the words and shook her head.

Xiao Hongyu curled his lips, "I just knew that it seems that it's not just me..."

Li Xueyou suddenly interrupted in a low voice: "Red Fish, but my father also likes calligraphy. I heard from him that some seemingly simple words are often more difficult to write, especially difficult to write well."

Xiao Hongyu was stunned.

Wu Peiliang was very nervous at first. After all, Mr. Zhu favored Zhao Rong in public before. Everyone thought that there must be a reason. When it comes to Mr. Zhu's well-known identity as a bookworm, only calligraphy can be paid attention to, otherwise it would not be a teacher or a student, right?

But none of these matters anymore.

When he saw Zhao Rong, he simply responded to writing a word. Wu Peiliang's heart that had been raised from Zhao Rong's writing was finally let go a little. He put down the cone with some sweat stains on his hand, curled the corners of his mouth, and prepared to walk closer to see what the word "其" could write... But he also had to prevent Mr. Zhu from favoring him, but he thought that it should not be possible. People with the word "其" must be loyal to the word, unless they are really teachers and students.

Wu Peiliang shook his head and laughed.

I have been carefully preparing for so long, with one word? Can you suppress me, can you suppress me? If you can just give me a word today...

Wu Peiliang was suddenly stunned and his thoughts suddenly broke down. As he was about to look up and get up, a familiar figure walked past the table in Yu Guangzhi...

Zhao Rong stared at the emerald green bamboo tube for a while, and when he came to his senses, he found that Zhu Yourong was still silently looking down at the words. He glanced under his eyes. From Zhao Rong's perspective, she saw her hand facing the edge of the table, and her slender index finger was placing something up, down, left and right.

Zhao Rong withdrew his gaze, thought for a while, and said softly: "Mr. Zhu, I'll go and help you get the bamboo tube here? It's so convenient to correct the test papers later and give them to others?"

That small bamboo tube is now extremely precious to Zhao Rong. It is related to his future practice. Now it is just casually placed on the uninhabited table, which makes Zhao Rong feel a little uneasy.

Zhengguan Jingjing Jingshui didn't know how much Zhu Yourong had. She didn't say it clearly just now, but if you want to obtain it, it would be extremely difficult to listen to Fan Yushu's description before. It is estimated that Zhu Yourong got it because she is a new academy teacher.

Zhao Rong fell behind, Zhu Yourong was quiet for a while, suddenly stunned, and reacted. She moved her eyes reluctantly from the words. Liu Mei opened her mouth slightly, as if she wanted to ask something, but in the end she wanted to speak, she nodded vigorously in response to his eyes that signaled Zhutong.

Zhao Rong stood up, and in front of everyone, he took his hands and walked directly towards the long table of Qihong. Many whispered students discovered this scene. The noise on the field suddenly decreased, and his eyes followed him, who was acting strangely.

After Wu Peiliang looked up, he looked at Zhao Rong passing by his desk with a confused expression, walked to the long Qihong table, grabbed the small bamboo tube, stuffed it into his sleeve and returned.

Wu Peiliang frowned suddenly. Zhao Rong ignored his somewhat incredible gaze and passed by Wu Peiliang's desk directly, returned to his original position, and placed the small bamboo tube on the table, but it was very close to his hand.

Wu Peiliang hurriedly followed and said unhappy to Zhu Yourong: "Sir, you are in charge of Brother Zhao, but the winner is still not decided, and he just wrote one word..."

Zhu Yourong opened her lips slightly, changed her breath, and her chest was undulating. She reached out and wanted to press and press it, but she just raised her hand halfway through, and seemed to have noticed the sight of the person who was asking for water. She raised her hand and pressed it down, and finally pressed it on the rice paper with only the word "正". She had no intention of glaring at Zhao Rong now, and her mind was on the thing she was foolish. Zhu Yourong looked up and interrupted:

"It's okay, leave it with him. Don't worry about this for now. You all get closer. Then the word "Tiyu" will continue to class first. I want to tell you a good word, this... the word "Online!"

Everyone who was not slow was stunned. Wu Peiliang's words were held back, and his face turned red. Finally, he took a deep breath and looked at the simple "六" with his eyebrows, carefully, and wanted to see what was going on.

The students of Shuxingtang surrounded Zhao Rong's desk a few steps away. It was a bit crowded, but they could basically see it.

Zhu Yourong said seriously: "The word "Ziyu" really has only two simple strokes, one horizontal and one vertical. Just talking about these two extremely simple strokes, how many people dare to say that they can write well and write a dignified and upright character "典"?"

"You used to write dozens or hundreds of times, and then the overall strokes were smooth together. The overall look was indeed OK, and even looked good, but you just separated each word and took apart one word. The strokes were different and twisted, making people who understand the characters look like chewing wax, tasteless and disgusting. If you see the words in the letters, it would be abominable."

Many students with gentle and obedient personalities, such as Jia Tengying, who had a serious expression, could not help but bow their heads after hearing this.

However, there were still many students who were dissatisfied and looked at Zhao Rong's calligraphy indignantly.

Wu Peiliang muttered: "Isn't it just a word? Five strokes, horizontal, vertical, vertical, and horizontal. If you are asked to write carefully below, you can write it well."

Zhu Yourong turned her head to look at him, "Really?"

Wu Peiliang pursed his lips and looked at her unwaveringly.

Zhu Yourong suddenly pointed at the words on the rice paper that were being looked at by countless gazes, and said seriously:

"You really think that just writing a regular character and a straight character structure is enough? Let's look at this regular character and the three horizontal strokes are slightly tilted to the upper right. This is the cleverness of Ziyu. In Ziyu's calligraphy, let's not mention the magical style of calligraphy. I have studied regular script for many days and summarized one of the characteristics. I thought about it for a long time and summarized it. Since I know the right one, I am just looking for it, and the simple three horizontal strokes will make the whole regular character vivid in an instant."

Many people nodded in a daze, Wu Peiliang's eyelids trembled, his lips were pursed tightly, and he stared at the regular words on the paper.

Zhu Yourong shook her head and said, "You only saw Ziyu's random look in a hurry. He was paying attention to the wrong place and didn't look at the words. Do you know how Ziyu wrote this word?"

The students were silent. Although some of them were far away just now, many students from the nearest did not pay attention to Zhao Rong's writing.

Xiao Hongyu was a little embarrassed to bow his head, and Li Xueyou blushed slightly.

Zhu Yourong said slowly:

"Tiyu wrote horizontal strokes, and horizontal strokes were used as a horse. He used a rein to pull the paper against the edge, slowly and quickly returned. He did not follow the steps as you did. His pen touched the paper and pressed it down to the right and then slowly closed it, making a horizontal stroke, taking the upper and lower slanted horizontal strokes, like a rider tightly pulling the rein, and running the power straight into the crossbow..."

When Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows when he heard this, he couldn't help but look at the book-artist female teacher who was serious about the reasoning and puzzled by the students. She had a serious face, clenched her fist and held her back behind her, and pressed her words firmly on the table with her eyes bright and elegant posture, and was serious and solemn. She did not see the quietness and easy-goingness she had when she was with him in private, and some cute and charming manner.

When it comes to calligraphy, the woman in Confucian robe seems to have become a different person.

After saying a lot, Zhu Yourong sighed:

"In this way, I just wrote these three superb horizontal strokes, and these three horizontal strokes are slightly different. When Ziyu's main stroke is slightly moved right, the center of gravity is stable. This is a technique of adjusting the structure through strokes... In the details, I can't see the brushstrokes. At present, I am not as good as this."

She said, and the students of Shuxingtang opened their eyes one after another, looking sideways, looking at Zhao Rong who was drooping in shock.

Yu Huaijin stared at Zhao Rong without saying a word. She was already sure that the man who made up for a day yesterday was the owner of the two couplets that she had previously confused, and she was also the master whom she mistakenly thought... It was just the couplet written by Zhao Rong and Zhu Yourong that Yu Huaijin was a little worried.

Zhu Yourong looked at the small regular word under her eyes, as if she was interested no matter how she looked. She was like a child who had a beloved thing, and said enthusiastically: "Let's talk about these two vertical strokes. There are more things to pay attention to in it. Please listen carefully. In the future, writing the word "正" should make me like it..."

The students of Shuxingtang were crowding around this small desk layer by layer, listening to Zhu Yourong's lecture. After a long time, Zhu Yourong finished speaking and said with a smile.

Suddenly, as if she had thought of something, she turned to look at Wu Peiliang and said seriously: "Peiliang, are you still sure now that just writing a word can you write a regular word like Ziyu?"

Everyone looked at each other, and Wu Peiliang lowered his head and refused to answer.
Chapter completed!