Although the light was dark, Lan Jie'er recognized Tang Que from a distance and trotted under the eaves to greet him.

"Didn't you say you'll come back as soon as the sky gets dark? Why is it late at this time?" Lan Jie'er held Tang Que's arm and asked, not knowing whether it was because of the moonlight that caused a strong sense of innocence to appear on the beautiful face of this indifferent girl. Suddenly, Tang Que thought of the night when he first dated a goldfish in later generations.

People today do not see the moon in ancient times, but this moon once shines on the ancients. The night when they first dated goldfish in college in later generations was also like this. Although the two of them were plump and thin, they looked slightly different, under the same moonlight, the innocence on their faces was no different.

Putting the Mojing in his hand into his arms, Tang Que raised his hand and held Lan Jie'er's raised face, just like that night a thousand three hundred years later, he kissed her softly.

The goldfish, a thousand three hundred years later, suddenly stood up and died after a passionate love. A thousand three hundred years ago, when Tang Que held up Lan Jie'er's face and kissed her in the same position under the same crescent moon again, the only thing he could be sure of was that the woman in his arms would be able to accompany him to gradually live a long life.

Although Tang Que did not answer her question, Lan Jie'er, who felt the deep affection, did not ask any more. After coming out of Tang Que's arms, she held Tang Que's hand like a city in the dark light, with her hands entangled and her fingers clasped.

When she entered the door, Sister Lan intentionally let go, but Tang Que held it tightly. After struggling for a few times, she did not take off. Sister Lan did not try harder, but she did not dare to look at the doorman who was greeting Tang Que.

It was not until she entered the inner courtyard that Lan Jie'er's hand was liberated. After giving Tang Que a bright smile, the girl hurriedly ran to the west wing. Her wife had sent someone to ask three times. Now that Tang Que is back, she has to report the message quickly.

When the woman came out, Tang Cang was forced to talk about the lessons of learning painting at Tianfu Temple in the afternoon.

"Acheng, it is natural to work hard, but you are really too hard!" After handing over the towel, the woman turned her head and told her: "Lancao, go to the kitchen and say to Gao's family, and ask her to choose a crucian carp to stew it now, and add less spices and other things. By the way, let me explain to you, don't rush to eat this soup, let her stew it for a longer time, so that she can nourish her brain by drinking it."

Lancao went away. Tang Que took the towel and wiped his face with a smile and said, "Isn't it just learning to draw? Look at you, the scorpion tiger, that's what it means there!"

Although Tang Que said this, he also lamented that reading was not easy. It was the same in terms of whether it was later generations or the Tang Dynasty. Although the students in later generations were tired, the scholars a thousand three hundred years ago were really not easy. If you want to make a name for yourself, in addition to the hard work of scriptures, poetry, and essays, calligraphy and painting, there is also a little bit of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. People’s mental strength is sometimes poor. If you have to learn everything like this, how can you get more relaxed?

Alas! In the final analysis, no matter what era it is, if it weren’t for the great reliance at home and the shortcut to Zhongnan, it would be difficult for ordinary people to make a comeback. It would be difficult to endure the best! Although this is old, it is really a famous saying that gathers the life experiences of countless generations.

During dinner in the evening, Li Yingwan told a letter that Tang Que asked her parents' house to send a marriage letter the morning after tomorrow. The ancients valued the marriage, but the uncle's family was the most important. Tang Que asked a few casually. Sure enough, the woman's fourth uncle Zhao County Wei would also be there the morning after the morning.

After this matter was decided, Tang Que had nothing to worry about now. After dinner, he accompanied the woman to talk to Lan Jie'er for a while, and then entered the study.

Tang Que sat down after the book case. He first used the borrowed notes to make up for the coursework he had left behind a few days ago. Then he completed the four books he borrowed to learn by borrowing notes and completing the daily course amount according to the planned progress. Then he picked up the book, got up and found the carved Diamond Sutra from the bookshelf, preparing to complete the tasks assigned by the old monk Chengning.

I only need to write two hundred words a day. In the afternoon, Tang Que didn't realize what he had when he heard this task. Two hundred words was not easy! But only when he really started, he realized that it was amazing.

Two hundred words are indeed nothing, but after adding the requirement of "no one stroke is allowed to be missed or one word is wrong", it is really not easy. The old monk's writing style before was beautiful, so Tang Quexu naturally had to be twelve points when he came to write it and try his best to achieve his best level, so as not to see that the difference between this hand-copied scripture is too big.

It was already attentive, and the old monk's special request put a lot of pressure on Tang Que. When he started writing, he no longer dared to be as hasty as he did when he practiced himself. He had to figure out the word he wanted to write in his heart, from the brushwork to the structure and structure before he dared to write, for fear that no one would think about it, and he would make a mistake in writing, and even if he wanted to change it in black and white words.

In this way, Tang Que used eight-point regular script to write the first word on the silent scripture, and the dozens of words followed were no easier than the first one. Other masters all "took axe into pounds", but now he actually used pounds into axes in reverse. He felt that the brush in his hand was as heavy as an axe, and he did not dare to be careless and careless when he was transported, for fear of hurting himself.

But compared to the mental energy consumption, the pen alone is much easier. This work is actually mainly about tiring. In the past, Tang Que could occasionally get rid of his mind when he practiced calligraphy, but now the old monk's request is forcing him to use all his mental energy on the characters, from the contemplation before writing, to the control of the brushwork and the light and gravity force when writing, to the summary of success or failure experience made in the pre-conception after writing a character.

Now every word written is a complete experience and setting, and practice to the cycle of experience summary. If you are not tired of practicing calligraphy like this, you will be a ghost.

But it was during this writing process that Tang Que truly understood Chengning's intention. Completing the Silent Sutra is false. The old monk clearly used this method to make him truly restrain his mind and kill his horse during the practice of calligraphy. If he said that he used to practice calligraphy more with his hands before, Cheng Ning is now forcing him to learn to use his heart.

Whether it is a man who is bound by his heart, a horse who is killed, or a person who is more concerned about his understanding of the mind, the old monk's speechless teaching does not escape the barriers of Buddhist practice. It was on this night that Tang Que realized from the bottom of his heart that Chengning was indeed a true master and eminent monk.

Although Tang Que has never heard Cheng Ning say a word about Buddha or a scripture since he met, he thought that true monks might be like this. They practiced Buddha throughout their lives, but after they were enlightened, they could break through the simple separation of teachings and apply the principles of Buddhism they had learned to all things in the world, like calligraphy in front of them!

In the middle, apart from drinking the fish soup sent by the woman himself, Tang Que almost stopped for a moment. Even so, when he finally completed the 200-word task, it was already past Chouzheng (two a.m.)

When Tang Que stood up with relief, he felt dizzy in his mind and a little dizzy. Although he was full of supper, he felt a strong sense of hunger in his stomach.

Tang Que knew that he was not really hungry, but because he was too immersed in his mind all day and used his brain too much. He no longer delayed it. After he hadtily cleaned up the desk, he did not wash it anymore, so he went to bed directly.

The next morning, it was still Mao Zheng (6 o'clock in the morning), and after washing and cleaning, he went to the county school to get a slept at the beginning of Chen (7 o'clock in the morning). This morning, Tang Que was no different from other times. He still listened to the class and took notes honestly. The only thing worth mentioning was that Zhang Xiangwen came out with him to breathe when the get out of class was over. After hearing that Tang Queming was going to give gift letters in the morning, he had to go with him, even if he skipped school for this.

After the school breaks out at the beginning of the afternoon, Tang Que did not rush home, but walked to Lin Xuezheng's office, not only to explain the issue of sending intermarriage letters tomorrow, but also to ask for leave from himself and Zhang Xiangwen.

Lin Xuezheng in the office room had packed up his things but had not left yet. Seeing that this attitude was waiting for him, as soon as Tang Que came in, Master Xuezheng couldn't help but ask, "How is it?"

"I haven't gone yet!" This casual sentence made Lin Xuezheng's face tighten. Seeing this, Tang Que then added: "The woman's family still needs to prepare, and she decided to go tomorrow morning. I'm here to ask for leave."
Chapter completed!