Chapter 13 Examination

For the joint examination, it is agile thinking and flexible use of words and sentences. Zhuo Yuhan is born smart. When it comes to talents, he should not give up. He also reads four books and five classics, principles and ethics, poetry and songs. However, it was also a little difficult at this time. A couplet kept appearing in my mind, which were all rejected, so I had to meditate.

In fact, in terms of difficulty, the difficulty of the third couplet just now is not small. The couplet also needs inspiration. Sometimes it is blessed to the soul. Once the inspiration appears, it will come naturally. If it hadn't been for the family meeting trial, Zhuo Yuhan would not have come out so easily.

East Qiming, Xichang Geng, each sentence is the name of the direction plus the stars, and the last sentence is to pick the stars, which is a delicate topic, bearing the beginning and the future.

"East Qiming, that is, Qixing, southeast and northwest, four stars, what should I do?"

"Little guy, it won't come out! How about the ancestors giving you a scent of time to think about it?

The ancestors couldn't help but be proud when they saw Zhuo Yuhan's little face and holding his forehead. Just now, Zhuo Yuhan answered fluently, especially the exquisiteness of the third couplet, which made the ancestors feel a little frustrated. At this time, Zhuo Yuhan was puzzled and felt that he finally found some face.

"I don't need a fragrance, I can get it out immediately."

Zhuo Yuhan's eyes suddenly lit up, and a trace of inspiration flashed in his mind. He raised his head with high spirits and heroic posture, as if he had returned to the time when the stars held the moon in the school and pointed out the country.

Is that right? Don't force yourself! Tell me about it!" The ancestors didn't think that Zhuo Yuhan could come out so quickly and said mockingly.

"Listen to the ancestors, spring peony, summer peony, autumn chrysanthemum and winter plum, picking flowers in the palm of their hands. Ancestor, is Yu Han still right in your eyes?

Zhuo Yuhan patted his sleeves, with a quite elegant atmosphere, and the corners of his mouth pulled a trace of pride again.

"Wonderful, wonderful! Picking flowers with the palm of your hand? The little guy is really better than blue. It seems that you usually do bad things!" After listening to Zhuo Yuhan's couplet, the ancestor couldn't help clapping his hands and cheering, but suddenly he was thoughtful and his tone changed, quite joking.

"The ancestor's fallacy!"

When Zhuo Yuhan heard the words, he couldn't help stretching out his hand to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead. Obviously, the ancestors misunderstood the meaning of Zhuo Yu's cold flower picking. Zhuo Yuhan was also too lazy to explain and smiled awkwardly.

"Hmm! The ancestors keep their word, come in. As for teaching martial arts, it depends on my mood.

When Zhuo Yuhan heard the words, he raised his foot and stepped up the last step, then bowed his hand first, and then gently pushed the bamboo door open. In terms of etiquette, Zhuo Yuhan naturally did impeccable.

"Squeak!"

As the bamboo door opened, Zhuo Yu's cold eyes were a sandalwood table with four treasures of the study, and an old man full of silver silk was writing.

"Yu Han has seen his ancestors!"

"Hmm! The little guy is very good. Come and see how the ancestor's handwriting is?

The ancestor looked up and down at Zhuo Yuhan, gently stroked his white beard, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Yu Han obeys!"

"Little guy, the old man is not a pedantic person. There is no need to be so submissive and stick to some vulgar gifts."

The ancestors are very casual people and don't like the constraints of etiquette. They can't stand Zhuo Yuhan's rigid etiquette.

"Uh... Yu Han is a junior, and his ancestors are elders. The old and young are orderly. Yu Han can't lose his etiquette." Zhuo Yuhan said humbly.

"What kind of elder is not an elder? Your literary attainments are not inferior to the old man. As the saying goes, there is no order in learning, and the master is a teacher! Over the years, the old man has cultivated himself in this bamboo forest, reads and writes happily, and doesn't like some vulgar gifts.

The ancestor put down the wolf pen in his hand and made a gesture of invitation. When Zhuo Yuhan saw that his ancestors were enlightened, he stopped insisting. He walked to the side of the table and began to appreciate the words of his ancestors.

The ancestor wrote a big word 'wu'. Zhuo Yuhan began to speculise seriously, but the more he looked at it, the more he felt something was wrong, and he frowned slightly. The ancestors carefully observed Zhuo Yuhan's every move. The former's expression changed and fell into the eyes of the ancestors at all.

As the saying goes, words are like people, and words are like watching people. Through the relationship with the ancestors, Zhuo Yuhan knows that the ancestors are not pedantic and very enlightened, unlike some old scholars specializing in learning, which are old-fashioned and pedantic. He doesn't have the kind of majesty as a senior, and his speech is very easy-going and makes people feel natural.

However, through the word 'Wu' of his ancestors, Zhuo Yuhan found a clue. The font is written at a glance, square and upright. Although the power is strong, it looks rigid and correct. Zhuo Yuhan couldn't figure out what his ancestors did for a while, so he frowned and meditated.

"Is there something wrong?" The ancestor asked.

"The ancestors said it seriously. Yu Han said bluntly that the word is a good word, but the ancestor's calligraphy is a little inappropriate to write this word.

Since Zhuo Yuhan couldn't figure out what his ancestors thought, he planned to figure it out from the side.

"Oh? What's wrong? Does calligraphy vary from word to word? The ancestors asked with great interest.

"Yu Han doesn't mean that. There are thousands of calligraphy in the world, some are vigorous and powerful, some are gorgeous and natural, and some are square and strong, each has its own strengths. However, in Yiyu's humble opinion, the word 'Wu' is a little uncomfortable in square calligraphy. Wu, the word is from the right, from Yi. It means patrolling; positive, it is divided into 'one' and 'stop', and 'yi' is horizontal in the middle, united to unite the world and stop the fight as a force. Bingge is a weapon, which should be strong and sharp. Therefore, Yu Han believes that writing this word should be painted with silver hooks and iron paintings, vigorous and sharpness to perfectly match the momentum of this word.

When Zhuo Yuhan said this, he stopped talking, but secretly glanced at the reaction of his ancestors. The ancestor smiled and brushed his beard and motioned Zhuo Yuhan to continue talking.

"After a conversation with his ancestors, Yu Han thought that his ancestors were an easy-going and enlightened person. The word was like his person. The word was square, and the word revealed a sense of righteousness and old-fashionedness, so Yu Han thought that this was intentional by his ancestors. I don't know if Yu Han is right?" Zhuo Yuhan was affirmed by his ancestors and boldly said his inference.

"Haha, the little guy is really smart, and his observation is more meticulous, clear-minded and thoughtful. Not bad, not bad. Since you also said the words like his own, you should write a word and let the old man figure it out.

When the ancestors heard this, they clapped their hands and laughed and marveled. Then the words that were about to be written were thrown into the bamboo basket and resurfaced a piece of white paper for Zhuo Yuhan.

Zhuo Yuhan practiced calligraphy since he was a child and practiced good calligraphy. At this time, he was also ready to try. After listening to the words of his ancestors, he was not polite. He rolled up his sleeves and picked up the wolf pen, but did not dip it in ink. Instead, he first calmed down and waited for a smooth breath. After his mind calmed down, he slowly opened his eyes and meditated on the words he wrote. At this time, it happened to be a breeze. After blowing, there was a rustling sound outside the window. Zhuo Yuhan's inspiration suddenly appeared and smiled thoughtfully, so he gently touched the ink with the tip of the pen.

Writing pays attention to the state of mind, which needs to be careless and as quiet as water. If you don't calm down, you will never be able to write good words. Zhuo Yuhan seemed to have forgotten everything at this time, and his whole body and mind were condensed on the pen and paper. His eyes were clear and absorbed, and his pen was like help.

Point ink, write, outline, lift the pen, close the pen, and complete it in one go.

The ancestors just quietly observed the process of Zhuo Yuhan's ink collection, but the exclamation and appreciation in the old man's eyes could not be concealed.

No matter how Zhuo Yuhan's handwriting is, this process is not something that ordinary people can do. Zhuo Yu is only 12 years old, and it is not easy to have this temperament.

"Please take a look at it."

Zhuo Yuhan put down the wolf pen and made a gesture of invitation sideways. He took the opportunity to wipe the sweat from his forehead. This seemingly short process condenses all the spirit and soul of Zhuo Yuhan.

The ancestors came over and began to appreciate Zhuo Yuhan's words.

Zhuo Yuhan wrote the word 'bamboo'. The more the ancestors looked at it, the more the appreciation and admiration in their eyes became stronger. At the end, they couldn't help shouting and better.

"Good word! Rigid and soft, silver hook and iron painting, divine shape, strong and arrogant. Words are like people, and words are like things!"

Zhuo Yuhan, a simple bamboo, makes people look strong and tenacious on the paper. The font is strong and powerful, strong and soft, with proud bones inside, just like bamboo, tough and open-minded. A word, Shen Yun, contains the soul, perfectly combining the temperament, morality and font of bamboo. Seeing words is like seeing things, as if this word has a soul.

"The ancestor's praise. Yuhan also saw the beauty of the bamboo sea. Suddenly, the inspiration suddenly appeared and entered the realm of forgetting things. In the future, it is definitely impossible to write such divine words.

Zhuo Yuhan sighed for luck. His favorite thing in his life is bamboo. At the moment just now, he entered the realm of forgetting things. I'm afraid it will be difficult to write words beyond this word in this life.

"Well, don't be arrogant or impatient, and the words are just like him. It can be seen that you are also a person who likes bamboo, and the old man likes it. How about giving this word to the old man? The ancestors couldn't put it down and asked for it with some embarrassment.

"If the ancestors like it, Yu Han will naturally be happy." Zhuo Yuhan said generously.