The two young men returned to the academy. Zhang Ling spent several days thinking about the scene in the Imperial Study Room where the emperor tricked him with paintings. After much thought, he still couldn't avoid the scene. Chen Liuren told him about Prime Minister Xiao Qinhe and secretly found out who the Prime Minister was. He had little contact with many dignitaries in the Ministry of War, and it was only these trivial clues that made the seemingly amiable emperor suspicious. The border conditions were difficult, even for decades of veterans, so as usual, the frontline and People from various states will be transferred at a certain time to rest and recuperate. Among these transferred people, most of the subordinates who have some "insignificant" relationship with the prime minister began to be transferred to the capital at the wrong time. This can't help but make people feel sad. The emperor, who was suspicious by nature, felt that the prime minister was disloyal. In the next month, it was Prime Minister Xiao Qinhe's birthday. As usual, the academy had a close relationship with the court, so the high officials of the imperial court would go to the academy to send gifts to him during his birthday banquet. After receiving an invitation, Song Qingtian told the disciples that it depends on personal wishes and will never be forced. Although most of them were declined politely, these people still persisted. Some even felt proud to invite disciples to the academy. After all, if these people take up official careers, they will For example, Ma Pingchuan, it is of great benefit to make friends with anyone, and Chen Liuren wants Zhang Ling to take the opportunity to sneak into the prime minister's house and steal the letters related to him.
Zhang Ling was racking his brains while practicing flying needles. Even if he actually went to the Prime Minister's Mansion, not to mention the expert guards, Zhang Ling was not familiar with the terrain of the Prime Minister's Mansion at all. It’s not a big house, it’s not an exaggeration to say that it’s not a long-term stay at home and it’s not like getting lost.
Zhang Ling chose to set up a long table. This was Zhang Ling's long-standing habit. At this moment, he was hunched over the table, trying his best to put this annoying matter behind him. There was still one month left, and no matter what else, he must find a way to improve his skills. When you are sneaking around, even if you are accidentally discovered, you still have a chance to escape.
Twelve silver needles are placed in the corners of the long table, and the Four Treasures of the Study are placed in other places. The writings are placed in the middle.
It is recorded in the Art of Controlling Objects that if you want to control an object with concentration, you must first use your mind for two purposes, then multi-purpose, and finally merge into one. The art of controlling objects is just a side theory among the old timers in the world, but it is enough to lay the foundation for the later use of the mind to control the sword. Basically, Zhang Ling finally found a few simple and reliable methods after consulting various books on animal control in the library.
Zhang Ling held the pen in both hands and wrote on two pieces of paper at the same time. At first, he wrote two same characters. After all, he still had some foundation there. After practicing the same character for just one day, he became familiar with it. However, when he later wrote different characters with both hands, he became confused. I can't follow my will, and I can write simple characters slowly and successfully, but I can't save them for a few days. The number of strokes in a character ranges from one to a maximum of 172. Although I don't need to practice to be so complicated, I can still write more than 80,000 characters. There are about 7,000 commonly used characters, which are combined in pairs and the strokes are complicated and countless. Writing each character skillfully is a fantasy, which makes Zhang Ling feel very annoyed.
Although it is difficult to practice calligraphy with both hands, Zhang Ling will try to control the needles with Qi every time he writes a few words proficiently. Without considering the smooth control, he can already lift five flying needles at the same time. Controlling two flying needles at the same time is also better than the previous ones. If you use it skillfully, the two flying needles can kill someone.
A few hours later, Zhang Ling relaxed his breath and looked up at the newly planted lychee tree in the courtyard. The climate on the mountain has constant spring all year round, so he dared to plant it. However, it is a pity to think of the previous ginkgo tree. In the golden autumn season, the golden leaves are also falling. It's really beautiful, but it's a pity that Zhang Ling couldn't get any results from his calligraphy practice the day before yesterday. His heart suddenly surged. In a rage, he hugged the ginkgo tree and pulled it apart. As a result, it actually pulled out, and the rhizome was also torn off. It's probably impossible to replant it. To survive, I simply replaced the lychee tree. After all, it is more important that the lychees taste better than they look good.
Zhang Ling stared at the lychee tree. Out of the corner of his eye, he happened to see a white object passing by, and he immediately knew that it was Chen Ke'er.
The girl is sitting on a white bear. The girl is naturally Chen Ke'er, but the white bear is not the one from the far north. It is just a brown bear with albinism. It was difficult to live for a long time. When he was young, he was brought back to the academy by his master and apprentice, who were more than a hundred years apart in age, and named him. Bai Qiu, the old dean often nourished him with his unique internal energy and fed him with elixirs, so he had a strong body now, which was not as bulky as he looked, and his strength was much greater than that of a second-grade martial arts practitioner. When he first entered the academy , Song Linjie teased this big guy with a chicken leg. As expected, he suffered a big loss and was laughed at by the academy disciples for a long time.
The girl didn't know animal language, but she could communicate with birds and beasts like normal people. She patted the white bear's white ball. The white bear understood the meaning and leaned down to let the girl down. The girl jumped to the long table and met the boy's eyes. Neither of them is as shy as a lover should be.
Chen Keer smiled and asked, "Are you still practicing calligraphy?"
If it were a fat man, Zhang Ling might have replied that he was blind or asking questions knowingly, but when it came to the girl, he couldn't say it. He nodded in response, still a little frustrated and said: "Yeah, the effect is very little, I wonder if I want to Let’s try another method first, draw circles with one hand and squares with the other? Or use different punches with both hands?”
Chen Ke'er squeezed next to Zhang Ling, knelt down at the table, straightened two pieces of paper, took two out of the pen holder, inked and wrote, stroke by stroke, smoothly and naturally, and finally the two complicated words "win" and "win" For the word "霏", Chen Ke'er put her pen lightly, pointed at the words she had written, and said with a proud smile: "Look, I will do what you did, and I will be able to do it in one day, it's not that difficult!"
Zhang Ling looked embarrassed and said with a wry smile: "Are you here to help? Or are you here to attack people?"
Chen Keer explained: "This is not a difficult task in the first place. In fact, if it were other people in other academies, it probably wouldn't take long. The problem lies with you. You need to be calm when practicing calligraphy. If you are confused, you need to be calm. If you have any worries, solve them first. Only when you no longer have worries about things can you do your best in the present."
Zhang Ling thought about it in his heart, and she was right. What the emperor asked him to do was really difficult to do. Going to the prime minister's house this secretly would make everyone panic. How could he still be in the mood to practice calligraphy and martial arts? .
The girl approached the young man and whispered: "There will be a boat parade in the city tomorrow. Do you want to go and see it together?"
Zhang Ling asked back: "You want to go on your own, but it just so happens that there are some things that I can't figure out, so I want to relax."
The girl stood up and said with a smile: "Then we agreed, I will come find you tomorrow."
The girl grabbed the white bear that was hunting for things in the yard, turned over and rode on it, and gradually walked out of the yard. Both of them were shaking their heads, looking carefree and contented.
After the girl left, the young man suddenly came up with a plan. He remembered that a certain person had extraordinary hearing. He first made an explosive himself, then threw it into the Prime Minister's Mansion, and the sound was heard in the empty courtyard. He asked that person to draw it with pen and ink. What a clever plan.
The young man laughed proudly, but he didn't want to be happy too early.
