People who do not hold a pen and write large characters will never know how difficult it is to keep their wrists stable when holding a pen.

Wrist strength is the most basic skill.

There are natural differences between men and women, so when I saw the word Bai Zi at first sight, Qiu Xuezheng thought it was a word for boys.

It was enough to make the pen of Baishu deep, but now, Qiu Xuezheng watched Baishu take off the egg-sized piece of metal and then calmly put it aside.

He has always been calm in practicing calligraphy. For the first time, he has the urge to scold something!

He is not Director Chen, he does not deal with Yi, nor does he know Yi.

He could only think of iron and alloys of this silver-white metal. The size of an egg is more than half a pound, because half a pound is enough to make him doubt his life.

"No, you," Qiu Xuezheng opened his mouth, unable to help it, "You also brought half a pound of iron in your hand..."

As he said that, he reached out to pick up the Yili that the white squid had been placed aside. He wanted to weigh it. As soon as he got it in his hand, Qiu Xuezheng stopped halfway.

"Class Bai, how heavy is this?" Qiu Xuezheng couldn't think about it and turned his head.

He asked almost expressionlessly.

The white sacred place the iridium, lift the pen again, and then turn his head slightly and speak casually: "Just two pounds."

"Just, just two pounds?" Qiu Xuezheng was unbelievable.

Do you know what you are talking about?

"Yes," Bai Feng picked up the pen and dipped it ink. Seeing Qiu Xuezheng looking like he was reluctant to speak, she raised her eyebrows: "Is there any problem?"

Qiu Xuezheng looked at Bai Shi's face that was calm and calm.

How did she say this so calmly?

"The best way to practice wrist strength is to hang a sandbag and practice balance every day," Qiu Xuezheng looked at Bai Zi and slowly breathed out: "But very few can really do it. As far as I know, even Xie Jinyun,

He can only practice calligraphy with a pound of items weighing a pound. Even so, he is already extremely excellent. He is only a pound, and he will not carry it every day and every moment like you. Classmate Bai, you..."

Before seeing Bai Zi, Qiu Xuezheng only heard of a few people from the China Calligraphy Association using this ancient method to practice calligraphy.

The current president of the Zhongshu Association is one of them.

Everyone who can hang heavy objects to practice calligraphy can leave a brilliant mark in the calligraphy world, but only those masters can do this method of practice.

But Qiu Xuezheng did not expect that he could meet someone who practices writing with heavy objects in Xiangcheng.

Still two pounds!

He looked at Bai Zi, his eyes were full of enthusiasm and expectation.

This time the Lanting Award, their Xiangcheng... may really have a place.

"That's how it is." Listening to Qiu Xuezheng's popular science, Bai Shi only smiled faintly.

Two kilograms?

Bai Feng didn't understand Qiu Xuezheng's shock. In the past, everyone practiced calligraphy like this. The sandbags hanging on those martial arts practitioners were no less than hers. Two pounds were the weight she had at the beginning.

It is extremely normal for those who practice martial arts to suffer.

She had just adapted to this body, so she only used two pounds.

Her teacher used to try to tease her personality. She has been wearing one pound of weight since she was six years old, and changed to two pounds at the age of seven!

At the back, the weight she carried with one hand increased exponentially.

So, these two pounds are just the beginning, and they are far from reaching her peak...

She really doesn't think it's too heavy.

Bai Zi thought about it, and picked up his pen to write another word "Xiang".

Without the constraints of iridium, she wrote quickly and almost achieved it overnight. The word "Xiang" like a crane dancing and swimming in the sky appeared in front of her. She liked to hide her tip and collect her momentum. It was obviously just a word, but it looked like thunder rolling.

, angry without being angry.

Qiu Xuezheng quickly reached out and picked up the paper.

Then carefully blow dry the ink.

"Teacher Qiu," Bai Zi put the wolf-haired pen into the inkstone washing pond, rinsed it clean and put it aside, then picked up the iridium, lowered his eyes and put it on it slowly, "Do you think you can win the second prize if you take it?

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She is not very clear about the level of research on calligraphy now, and her wrist strength has not yet returned to its peak.

"Don't talk about the second prize," Qiu Xuezheng put the paper and looked at Bai Zi with his eyes flashing. "I think the first prize is possible this time. I'm a little looking forward to the Lanting Award selection!"

The calligraphy world attaches great importance to the Lanting Award once every three years and predicts the candidates for the first prize early on.

Especially about the dispute between Xie Jinyun and Xu Yajun.

But Qiu Xuezheng felt that this time...

Bai Zi is very likely to emerge and become an upset player in the Lanting Awards!

Qiu Xuezheng took a pile of rice paper and packed the wolf-haired pen he had treasured for many years and forced it to the white squid.

"Teacher Qiu, I'm writing..." Bai Zi was holding a pile of paper and was stuffed with a wolf's pen.

She wanted to tell Qiu Xuezheng that it would be fine without such a pen.

But Qiu Xuezheng didn't listen to her at all, "You go home first, practice hard, show your top status, I'll ask you for fakes in school. Okay, I'll still appreciate your words, so I won't give them to you.

Go downstairs.”

He invited Bai Zi out. In order to prevent Bai Zi from returning the rice paper and wolf brush, Qiu Xuezheng also locked the door.

Bai Su stood outside the door with his schoolbag and paper and pen. He looked at the door for a long time before walking downstairs.

downstairs.

Qiu Boqing sat on the sofa, calling someone and whispering something. When he glanced at Bai Fu coming down from the building, he quickly looked away.

He has no fondness for such people who seek fame.

After Bai Zi left, he hung up the phone and went upstairs to find Qiu Xuezheng.

"Grandpa, you have to give me a reason?" He stood outside the study door and did not go in. "Don't you think a joke if you haven't even got a grade 9 exam?"

Qiu Xuezheng stood at the door, and he looked at Qiu Boqing, "Don't look at the evidence and identify people, you can look at her words first..."

"But we just take various certificates," Qiu Boqing interrupted Qiu Xuezheng. "At that time, you also saw that your junior sister got the CET-6 certificate at the age of nine, and then accepted her as a closed disciple? She can, but Wanxuan can't do it?"

Qiu Xuezheng could not refute this matter.

Because it is a fact, now is the era of certification. No matter where you go, you will write down what certificate you get and how many points you get. If you have a certificate, you can do everything in the world.

Before meeting Bai Zi, Qiu Xuezheng did think so.

But what is different from Qiu Boqing is that he has experienced times when he does not need a certificate.

"You don't have to talk for Wanxuan anymore," Qiu Xuezheng shook his head slightly, "I have signed up for Bai Zi. In two days, she will go to Jiangjing with you to participate in this Lanting Award."

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On the road not far from the enemy's family, Jiang Fuli and Jiang He were still waiting for Bai Zi.

Ming Dongheng was not here, Jiang Fuli was driving. He sat in the driver's seat and glanced at Bai Shi holding a pile of paper, a little surprised: "Why are there so much rice paper?"

The rice paper in her hand was revealed at a glance.

"Teacher Qiu practiced for me." Bai Feng sat next to Jiang He and put the brush box into her schoolbag. There was too much rice paper, so she just held it in her hand.

Holding the paper in one hand and slightly placing it on the car window with the other hand, revealing a faint red color, lazily, with a strange sense of mystery.

"Practice?" Jiang Fuli saw that she had sat down and started the car.

Bai Zi didn't hide it. She put her chin on rice paper and "practice big words and go to the Lanting Award."

Jiang Fuli put his hand on the steering wheel. Hearing this, he seemed to be silent for a moment: "Lanting Award? That's Tuesday, are you going to Jiangjing?"

"Of course," Bai Feng didn't know very well. She spoke in a lazy voice, "Stay for two days."

"Don't play in Jiang Jing for two more days?" Jiang Fuli slowly started the car, as if he was proposing.

Play for two more days?

"I'm going to come back to class."

This seemed to be something she could do, Jiang Fuli looked at the rearview mirror quietly.

The car parked at the intersection of Qingshui Street.

It was almost six o'clock, and Jiang He was still going back with Bai Feng today. Jiang Fuli knocked on his forehead behind him and gently warned Jiang He: "Don't cause trouble."

He goes to the laboratory every day.

Today is no exception.

It's still early.

Bai Shi was carrying a black schoolbag and holding a pile of rice paper in one hand. He stood at the intersection of Qingshui Street. The white thin coat gently raised with the wind, and the embroidered hem of the clothes was also swaying: "Don't worry, you go first."

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To be continued...