"The right dot, start the pen from the upper left direction, and then turn the pen to the lower left and press the pen, turn the pen or fold the pen and then return to the pen to the lower left.

Long horizontal line, start the pen in the upper left corner, fold the pen to the lower right corner, lift the pen and turn the pen to accumulate momentum and spread the brush to the right, lift the pen and turn the pen to the lower right to make a round, lift the pen and turn the pen to the lower right to make a round, lift the pen and return the pen to the tip and end the pen.

Hang the needle vertically, start the pen in the upper left corner, fold the tip to the lower right corner, lift the pen and turn the pen to accumulate momentum and spread the hair downward, and move the pen to two-thirds of the pen gradually decreases, and the end is a needle-shaped needle-shaped force, and the force reaches the end of the pen.

Slant, start the pen in the upper left corner, fold the pen in the lower right corner, lift the pen in the lower right corner, lift the pen in the pen and accumulate momentum and swing it to the lower left corner, the force gradually decreases, the force reaches the end of the pen, and the pen in the center.

The oblique stroke starts from the upper left side, and then the stroke is slightly paused to the right, and then the stroke is turned to the lower right. During the stroke, the force gradually increases. After the stroke is at the foot of the stroke, lift the stroke and exit the stroke to the right. The stroke should be twisted and turns."

What Zhong Tianhao inherited was Yan Qingchen's inheritance. This kind of calligraphy is a model for using the center stroke. Its strokes are vigorous and powerful, with the force of the brush. Its strokes are mostly hidden, and the strokes are often reversed. The round strokes at the beginning are far more than square strokes.

Since Zhong Tianhao resigned from office, he has practiced calligraphy every day, relying on the eight methods of Yong's character, and then forgetting it, practicing the simplest strokes.

His obsession with calligraphy reached the point where he forgot to eat and sleep.

Because Zhong Tianhao could clearly feel that Yan Qingchen was already aging, and he probably didn't have much time to go back to this situation, Zhong Tianhao was unable to turn the world back, so he could only do his best to fulfill the other party's long-cherished wish before Yan Qingchen was slept.

Since the prince ascended the throne and became Emperor Xuan, he has appointed Zhong Tianhao as the Grand Tutor. Although it is just a virtual title and has no real power, it also represents the supreme glory of the Tang Dynasty. Zhong Tianhao has also become the goal pursued by all the scholars and scholars of the Tang Dynasty throughout their lives.

Zhong Tianhao had already resigned from his official position and did not care about these fame and fortune. In his eyes, there was only the way of calligraphy...

A year later, Zhong Tianhao's calligraphy has reached the point of being dignified and majestic, with an open and powerful aura, concise and thick, with a scattered and plump font.

During the fourteen years since he came to Chang'an and met Yan Qingchen, Zhong Tianhao has always maintained his popularity in calligraphy and has never been abandoned. After discussing with Yan Qingchen for fourteen years, on this day, Zhong Tianhao finally successfully reached the fourth level of calligraphy and became a master of calligraphy in the Tang Dynasty after Yan Qingchen!

Although Zhong Tianhao was very low-key and did not make any statement, the news of his promotion to calligraphy was still spread by the subordinates in the mansion. One by one, ten times and a hundred times. In the end, the entire Chang'an and even the entire Tang Dynasty learned about this.

Then, the powerful and powerful people in the court came one after another, and all kinds of visitors came in a constant stream.

Finally, even Emperor Xuan arrived in person and congratulated him before leaving.

Zhong Tianhao was not stingy with these visitors. He picked up his pens and wrote many calligraphy works, generously giving each person one.

In this noisy and flattery, Zhong Tianhao did not feel happy at this moment.

Because after both long-cherished wishes were completed, Yan Qingchen's obsession also dissipated, and he had no memory of this world.

Yan Qingchen's body is slowly becoming rigid, and his vitality is gradually decreasing. What is emitting outside gradually becomes a strong dead aura.

His imprint of life was almost dim, causing Zhong Tianhao's heart to roar.

These subtle changes may not be visible to mortals, but as a cultivator of the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul, Zhong Tianhao can clearly feel them...

Time passed slowly. In the fifteenth year when Zhong Tianhao came to Chang'an, the traces of wind and frost on his face gradually increased, and his appearance also changed from before.

He looked no longer a young man, but was in middle age, with a wrinkle gradually on his face, and he turned into a worldly crafted scholar.

This was his deliberate method, because in the eyes of others, Zhong Tianhao is already thirty-seven years old. After all, after so many years, if his appearance has not changed at all, it would be an incredible thing for the mortals around him.

This year, Yan Qingchen passed away at the age of 75.

When Yan Qingchen was dying, he told Zhong Tianhao that his departure was a kind of liberation and open-mindedness. He was optimistic and walked peacefully, peacefully and peacefully.

His long-cherished wish has been fulfilled, and his life is exciting enough. He is very pleased with Zhong Tianhao!

Time cannot be returned, time cannot be reversed. Where the heart is headed, walking on the past; life is like traveling against the road, sailing with a reed!

Yan Qingchen's long sleep shocked the entire Tang Dynasty. After all, this is the most famous calligraphy master in the Tang Dynasty and even the entire Central Plains. Yan Qingchen's calligraphy attainments far surpassed the other three of the four calligraphy masters, and also surpassed Zhong Tianhao.

Many people came to Zhong Tianhao's mansion to pay their respects, and went to officials, royal relatives, civilians and poor scholars. After hearing the news, they also posthumously awarded Yan Qingchen the Situ and posthumously named "Wenzhong".

Zhong Tianhao personally carved the inscription with the etiquette of his disciples, buried Yan Qingchen with great care, and buried him next to the tombs of three other calligraphy masters in accordance with Yan Qingchen's will.

According to Yan Qingchen, he wanted to gather with three old friends, continue to discuss calligraphy and practice calligraphy.

On that night, the bright moon was as clear as water, and everything under the shadow of the moon had a kind of leisure and peace of mind. In the distance, the mountains in the mountains were reflected by the moon, and the dark eyebrows were picturesque, the pure and quiet moon, the soft light, and the poetic night.

In the western suburbs of Chang'an, Zhong Tianhao sat alone beside the tomb of the four masters of calligraphy in the Tang Dynasty, and under a big tree near the tombstone of Yan Qingchen. He silently, he did not speak, and even Gou Dan did not disturb him.

At this moment, a sense of peace emerged in Zhong Tianhao's heart. At this moment, he forgot that he was a cultivator, but had truly become a mortal!

Picking up the wine pot, Zhong Tianhao took a sip, poured it on the ground, took another sip, and poured it on the ground. At this moment, he wanted to drink with Yan Qingchen and the other three calligraphy masters who had never met before.

Until the end, Zhong Tianhao didn't know how much wine he drank or how much wine he poured.

It’s already deep in autumn, the night is already cold, and the heart is calm.

I don’t know how long it took to sit, but Zhong Tianhao got up and returned to Chang'an City.

Today, Chang'an has a more prosperous night market. Under the system of the court's inability to resist markets at night, the nights in Chang'an are more charming than during the day.

The night market is full of prosperous scenes, singing and dancing. The streets and alleys that like food are full of delicious food, and teahouses and restaurants are everywhere.

There are wonton songs in the Qizhengfang, there are Biluo shops in Changxingfang, there are people selling steamed cakes with carts in Shengxingfang, there are people selling matte cakes in Fuxingfang, and there are tea shops in Shuichangfang...

There is Pingkangfang in Chang'an, where the singing girls live. The Kyoto Xia Shaocui gathered here. He also had a new Jinshi every year and visited it with red paper and a famous paper. People said that this yard was a romantic village.

The prostitutes in Pingkangfang have different meanings from brothel prostitutes. They have been cultivated by literature and art since childhood. In the Tang Dynasty, people first valued their literary level, secondly valued their talents, and finally looked at their appearance. These singers have high enough cultural literacy and taste.

Now, those literati and talented people come here to drink and entertain, write poems and lyrics, and occasionally laugh and scold, and it is harmonious.

By a stream, Zhong Tianhao sat down and sat casually in the Chang'an Night Market. Looking at the mortals in front of him, he felt quite moved.

Although these people have extremely fragile lives, it is no exaggeration to say that only Zhong Tianhao takes action can kill these mortals hundreds or thousands of times, the happiness of these people is far from that of Zhong Tianhao.

Here, Zhong Tianhao also drank a lot of wine. Although he didn't say much, the scholars and poets in the market gradually became familiar with him and toasted each other.

Later, some brave and generous talented women also participated. Under the lights, the lights flashed brightly, and Zhong Tianhao gradually became drunk.

After that, Zhong Tianhao did not stay here. He continued to walk aimlessly, walking through countless streets and yards.

Zhong Tianhao walked through the Furong Garden, and the various exquisite lanterns were beautiful, the buildings were colorful and magnificent. Wandering inside, he felt the domineering spirit of patrolling the Tang Dynasty at night.

Walking through the Little Wild Goose Pagoda, the gorgeous lights reflect the beautiful tower shadows. The colorful water columns bloom at will, and when they are excited, they are like waterfalls, and when they are gentle, they are like lotus flowers.

Walking through Linglong Tower, the mist is misty, and in the afterglow of the lights, the quiet ancient temple is full of mystery and tranquility.

Walking through Qujiangchi, this is the visual sense of the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty. The rolling pavilions and pavilions, the palaces and pavilions are illuminated by colorful lights.

The spring breeze is so proud that the horse's hooves are so anxious that you can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day!

The newly-entered Jinshi of Tang Guo, who was in Chang'an during the day, came to this Qujiangchi to drink and celebrate at night.

But what can really see Chang'an is not during the day, but at night.

Rather than saying "seeing all the flowers in Chang'an in one day", it is better to say "seeing all the flowers in Chang'an in one night"!

In this imperial capital of the Tang Dynasty, in Chang'an, Zhong Tianhao was alone, looking at the clouds, the moon, the mountains, the water, people, things, life, death, the secular world, the lives of these mortals, the wisdom, the wisdoms, the wisdoms, the twigs of the world, the bustling world.

Finally, he saw himself...

Zhong Tianhao saw his experience of transforming mortals. He saw a scholar who studied poetry and books hard, and came from Qingzhou to Chang'an, entered the official career, and was promoted one after another. He eventually became the most powerful minister, participated in the palace coup, and then resigned from office and went home to practice calligraphy.

Here, he stayed away from seclusion and practice, stayed away from geniuses, stayed away from wars in the Four Wastelands, stayed away from relatives and friends, stayed away from killing and hatred, and completely turned into a mortal.

Although the joys and sorrows of mortals are short-lived, they are much more exciting and interesting than monks. They are much more peaceful than the boring retreat meditation of cultivators and the bloody path of advancement.

Cultivate the truth, cultivate immortality, and practice Taoism, but in the end, what exactly is it for the sake of strong strength or long life?

If it is for strength, if it is like a mortal, and without level, then strength is meaningless. If it is for life, the rest of the cultivator will be the same as that of a mortal.

The life of a mortal is like a blooming flower, which will eventually disappear. Then a flower will bloom and fall away, leaving no regrets in the soul!
Chapter completed!