Lin Du is indeed a good student in some respects. Although he repeatedly jumps over Yan Ye's bottom line, he has a high level of understanding, can remember things quickly, and can understand everything at the first glance, which is really worry-free.
But no one is perfect. Lin Du, who has been good at calligraphy since he was a child, still falls into practicing calligraphy.
An imperceptible sigh sounded in his ears, and Lin Du's hand holding the pen paused slightly, "I think this pen has its own ideas."
Feng Yi held up a piece of scrawled paper and said, "I finally believe it. Why does Senior Sister say that your handwriting has improved a lot?"
There was no need to rush the calligraphy thing. She had only seen the large characters that Lin Du handed over to Feng Chao. Although the writing was stiff, the structure was weird, and it was extremely clumsy, she could tell at a glance that it was written one stroke at a time, and there was no difference in importance. , but in the end it is neat and eye-catching.
After flipping through Lin Du's draft notes for calculating formations, she finally understood why Feng Chao said that Lin Du's calligraphy had improved.
It's really... unsightly.
It is said that words are like people, but Lin Du's words are probably thousands of miles different from people's.
Who would have thought that such a pretty little girl could write such words, it would cost her good hands.
Lin Du practiced his pen control conscientiously, and his hand seemed to be out of control, always winding and escaping.
Feng Yi was not in a hurry, adjusting Lin Du's grip on the pen from time to time, and then let her go after she had finished practicing the prescribed amount.
"It doesn't matter, practicing calligraphy is not a day's work. You haven't been exposed to it when you were a child. It has only been a few days, and it is very good to be able to write like this." Feng Yi was afraid that the child would be discouraged, so he comforted him with words.
Lin Du stood up with a haggard head and said, "I think the order of the homework needs to be changed in the future. We should do civil arts first and then martial arts. At least practice calligraphy and talismans in the morning."
Feng Yi thought about his training time and said, "Okay, then I will wait for you in the library after you have finished your breakfast."
Lin Du nodded, packed up his things, and then ran out like a wild horse.
"Thank you, Senior Sister, for your consideration. Then I can get to the library at any hour. I'll leave first. Master is probably waiting for me to box."
The originally scheduled time was not so late, but she was delayed in practicing calligraphy for a while today, which left her with less time for physical training. It seems that she will have to rearrange her class schedule in the future.
Feng Yi looked at Lin Du's back flying rapidly in the air from a distance. The kid couldn't wait to fight, but he was much better off than Yan Ye.
After all, spiritual consciousness and vision are not exactly the same. Yan Ye simply gave up on himself because he couldn't learn talisman skills back then, and even lost his temper at one point.
Drawing talismans and setting up formations are another kind of difference. At least the hardness and twists and turns of formations are determined. If you calculate accurately, you will be 90% successful. But the writing and ink are really the specific skills of your hands.
Yan Ye was unwilling to spend time on his own inherent weaknesses, but Lin Du was not the type to give up easily just because of his poor congenital conditions.
Everyone could see Lin Du's inherent shortcomings. She was unable to engage in strenuous exercise, but her footwork and physical skills required serious practice.
Feng Yi thought for a while, Lin Du was more obedient than Yan Ye.
Bad bamboo produces good bamboo shoots.
Lin Du's body function was not strong enough to control the too hard and fast punches, and it also required a certain process, so in a world of ice and snow, a young monk in a green uniform stood on the ice, standing still.
"If you haven't learned boxing yet, stand for three years." Yan Ye corrected Lin Du's posture, "When you have the three lines through, you will be considered a beginner."
"Use your collar to support your strength, sink your shoulders and elbows, hold your chest and straighten your back, stand upright, keep your mind calm and your body relaxed..." The man knocked on the child's head, "Hey, don't be in a daze, I'm asking you to relax, not to sleep!"
Lin Du opened his eyes, "Ouch."
"Be serious." Yan Ye said helplessly, "To practice Neijiaquan, standing is the most basic. I have asked Jiang Liang. Tai Chi is indeed more suitable for you. When you can stand firmly, you can go to him to practice by yourself. .”
"He is a direct disciple of Tai Chi, but his lineage is not suitable for passing it on to his own disciples, so you should follow suit."
Lin Du sighed, "It's not that I'm not serious. When I calm down, my mind can't be idle. I'm not in a daze. I'm arranging my class schedule."
"What class schedule?" Yan Ye was confused.
"I've made a plan. I'll wake up in the morning to wash my brain and stand upright. After breakfast, I'll go learn talismans and practice calligraphy. Then I'll go to the top of the mountain to practice footwork until lunch time. After dinner, I'll learn formations in the library, and then I'll bring them here. You review, you take me to practice physical skills and boxing, and read and practice after dinner."
Yan Ye put his hands behind his back and listened to Lin Du's little talk, making clear arrangements for himself, a group of senior brothers and sisters, and him.
He looked at Lin Du with a complicated expression, "You are the first one. You don't need to be arranged by your master, but you have been arranged by your master."
Lin Du is a rebel with a strong sense of self-management and upward management ability.
The child smiled and remained standing still, "Thank you for the award. Do you want me to make a schedule and a letter of love?"
Yan Ye was numb, and replied firmly, "No," turned around and continued to meditate.
"Don't laugh! If you're discouraged, you'll have to practice one more stick of incense."
Lin Du retracted his bared white teeth and continued to stand holding the air watermelon. His shoulders, arms and legs were so sore that he was shaking like Parkinson's disease, but he still had to keep in shape.
Deliberately retaliating, this person must be deliberately retaliating.
A new day came again. It had just dawned and Yan Ye was still in trance when he heard a plop, and then before he could react, the thick ice surface he was sitting on disappeared out of thin air.
Yan Ye hung steadily in the air, still maintaining a meditative posture, without opening his eyes, "Lin Du, are you feeling a little bad today? You have to come out before you reach Jingtan."
Under the water, Lin Du rolled his eyes, spit out a string of bubbles, kicked off his legs, and jumped a few feet against the current.
Sooner or later, put Yan Ye's brain into Luo Ze and wash it.
The sun is getting longer day by day, and Lin Du can barely stand for a quarter of an hour at the beginning, and can easily stand for half an hour. His whole body is condensed, his energy and blood flow smoothly, and he is in position at three o'clock, and he can proceed to the next step. Strengthened.
The so-called three-line connection means taking the waist as the point, connecting the diagonal lines, stretching the bow in the real position, and pulling the string in the virtual position; using the spine as the axis, one call can respond to a hundred responses, twisting and twisting in the opposite position, and rolling and longitudinally with self-discipline.
Not only the muscles and movements of the whole body were integrated, but also the spiritual consciousness was exercised. After getting Yan Ye's approval, he was thrown to Jiang Liang.
Although Jiang Liang is a medical practitioner and is good at alchemy, he is not a person without the power to restrain a chicken.
He seemed to be familiar with Lin Du, and he was not too nervous when teaching her.
Lin Du was constrained in calligraphy, and was still forced to exercise restraint when practicing boxing.
"Easy to have Tai Chi, it is the birth of two things." What is emphasized is that the movement is like spinning threads, the steps are like cat walking, there is no movement when moving, there is stillness when there is stillness, and seeking stillness in movement.
Jiang Liang held a whisk and used force to block Lin Du's efforts from time to time. "Restrain me, be loose and supple, flexible and smooth, use your intention and don't use force, you are like a baboon smashing rocks."
Lin Du's movements froze and he felt discouraged, "I don't think I'm suitable for such a gentle technique. I don't know how to restrain myself."
If her body didn't allow it, she would prefer punching to the flesh, rough and powerful techniques.
Lu Zhishen's heart is empty, but his body is weaker than Lin Daiyu's.
Lin Du gave up on himself and replaced the mental formula with the one taught by his physical education teacher when he was a child, "Cut a big watermelon in half with one knife, give half to you, half to him..."
The whisk fell on her head, and Jiang Liang rarely spoke, "It's not that you are unsuitable. Although ice is hard, it is still water."
"Water overcomes hardness with softness and does not fight. You are strong-tempered, easily broken when too strong, and can be broken like ice, but you are also meticulous and comprehensive. Your knowledge is small and broad, and Shui's virtue is the shortest way. Lin Du, you are born with the Taoism."
"Tai Chi is not only physical and boxing techniques, but also mental and Taoist techniques. It can teach you to avoid extremes, transform into strong, internally solidified spirit, and externally comfortable."
Jiang Liang pushed the fly whisk, but without much strength, it landed lightly on Lin Du's hand, and strangely led her to move with gentle and restrained strength.
Lin Du calmed down and continued practicing.
Leng Buding dropped a transmission note in front of Jiang Liang, and after it was ignited, Feng Chao's voice came.
"Lao Wu, there is a foreigner from the Guiyuan Sect asking to see him, will you meet him?"
Lin Du's steps paused, and the fly whisk suddenly hit the leg that was supposed to be stretched out.
Jiang Liang's face didn't change, "No, I have to teach my junior sister how to practice, so I can't leave."
Lin Du couldn't help but curse, "Oh no, she's the one taking the blame this time."
