Killing Demons: Upgrading from Calligraphy

Chapter 5
"The strokes here need to be lighter. Huaiseng's strokes emphasize the meaning rather than the form. The strokes are too heavy and the charm is lost.

Especially at the turning points, remember not to use thick ink, but use a light stroke to trace the bones. "

Rolling up his sleeves, Qi Xiu stood aside and corrected Qian Yuze's mistakes in writing.

In the past few days, he had been taking Qian Yuze's supplements day and night.

Nearly half of every day is spent practicing calligraphy.

Seeing Qian Yuze holding the pen for too long and not caring that his knuckles were red and swollen, Qi Xiu secretly clicked his tongue.

Rich people are fighting openly and secretly.

"Zi Yuan, help me see how this is written?" Putting down the brush, Qian Yuze picked up the calligraphy he had just written, with a bit of anticipation on his face.

He feels that he has made a lot of progress these days.

Although it is not as good as Qi Xiu, it is at least somewhat similar.

Looking across the writing on the paper, Qi Xiu nodded slightly:

“The fonts are already [-]% similar, but the ink rhyme and strokes are still a little less mature, barely taking shape.

But it's not bad. It took only ten days to practice to this point, which shows the talent of the third young master in calligraphy. "

"You don't come."

Shaking his head, he took the hot towel handed by the servant and wiped his face. Qian Yuze smiled and cursed:
"Talent? Compared with your talent, I am as stupid as an ox."

no teacher.

Just rely on this tip to figure it out for yourself.

He imitated [-]% of Huai Seng's brushwork.

It was only after he began to practice Huai Seng's calligraphy that Qian Yuze truly realized the terrifying talent of Qi Xiu's calligraphy.

Inhuman!

I don't have any talent, I just have a plug-in.

After explaining something in his mind, Qi Xiu continued:
“Why don’t we stop here today and let Third Young Master take a rest early.

The intensity of practice during this period was really high.

There is no need to rush when it comes to calligraphy. If your mind is confused, your writing will be unstable, and you will get twice the result with half the effort. "

Rubbing his swollen fingers, Qian Yuze also nodded:

"What you said makes sense. That's it for today. You take a break first. I'll ask Lao Guan to take you back later."

Ever since I found out that Qian Mansion was haunted and many people died.

Qi Xiu proposed to Qian Yuze not to stay overnight at Qian's house.

Come here to teach during the day and go back at night.

Qian Yuze still didn't understand this request.

After all, in terms of living environment, compared to the Qian Mansion, Qi Xiu's house is no different from a pig pen or dog kennel.

But after Qi Xiu's repeated insistence, he still agreed.

Pick up and drop off by Laoguan every morning and evening.

Anyway, there are seven or eight carriages in the Qian Mansion, so there is no need to occupy one.

After resting in the small courtyard for a while, Qi Xiu came to a side door in the southeast corner of Qian's Mansion.

Lao Guan was already waiting at the door with his carriage.

"Mr. Qi, today ends early."

Going back and forth every day, Lao Guan and Qi Xiu have become a lot more familiar.

Talking and laughing on weekdays, and relieving fatigue on the road.

"Yes, by the way, Uncle Guan, these are the Spring Festival couplets you asked me to write for you last time. I forgot to give them to you this morning."

After getting on the carriage, Qi Xiu took out a rolled couplet from the cloth bag he carried with him.

"Hey, old man, I just said that casually, Mr. Qi, you really remember it."

Wiping his hands happily, Lao Guan carefully took the Spring Festival couplets.

"It's just an ordinary Spring Festival couplet. If you like it, I'll give you another one someday."

Seeing Lao Guan looking at him as a treasure, Qi Xiu couldn't help but smile.

"Hey, Mr. Qi is someone who can be a teacher for the third young master. Your handwriting is not ordinary at all."

Putting the Spring Festival couplets in the bag, Lao Guan said seriously.

"Uh……"

Qi Xiu was slightly startled when he heard the sound.

Yes, I can imitate Huai Seng's calligraphy, but I am still the ordinary calligrapher.

With proficiency in hand, it only takes some time to surpass calligraphy masters like Huai Seng.

Thinking of this, Qi Xiu's eyes lit up.

Maybe my focus should not be limited to calligraphy.

It should also be involved in some other areas.

For example... martial arts?
The horror of that night is still fresh in my memory.

If I can control some power, I can cope with any eventuality.

"Uncle Guan, it's still early today. Let's not go home yet. Please take me to Dongshi."

"Okay, sit down, we're leaving now, drive."

……

A quarter of an hour later.

Dongshi, Baohe County.

Shangtai Bookstore.

As the largest bookstore in Baohe County.

Shangtai Bookstore doesn’t just buy and sell books.

It also sells pens, inks, paper and inkstones and other four treasures of the study.

It was once a place that was out of reach for Qi Xiu.

After all, the cheapest roll of paper here costs thirty cents.

A pot of ink costs fifty cents.
The ancient rubbings sold there were priced at a price he couldn't even imagine.

Reaching out and touching the 20 taels of silver in his schoolbag, Qi Xiu calmed down.

Nowadays, we are also rich people.

During this period, the rewards and writing fees given by Qian Yuze were included.

His net worth has reached as much as 150 taels.

Such a huge wealth was something he had never dared to imagine before.

Feeling confident, Qi Xiu immediately walked into this bookstore that he had passed by hundreds of times but never entered once.

"This man looks strange. Is this your first time here?"

As soon as I entered Shangtai Bookstore, the clerk immediately greeted me with a smile.

"Ah."

Looking around the huge shop with an area of ​​nearly five to six hundred square meters, Qi Xiu rolled up his sleeves and pursed his lips:
"Do you...have any books on martial arts training here?"

"Martial arts training books?"

The smile on the boy's face froze.

"You mean... a short storybook?"

"No, it's just the kind of martial arts secrets that can be used to practice martial arts."

"I'm sorry, this is a bookstore. If you want to practice martial arts, please turn left and go to the martial arts studio to ask." Looking at Qi Xiu with strange eyes, the clerk patiently pointed in the direction outside the door.

Qi Xiu scratched his head as he walked out of Shangtai Bookstore with an embarrassed look.

Take it for granted.

I thought this world was set in ancient times, and martial arts secrets could be found everywhere.

How can real martial arts secrets be placed in a bookstore like this where anyone can buy them.

Following the direction pointed by the bookstore clerk, Qi Xiu came to Martial Arts Street.

Standing at the street corner, I put my feet up and looked inside.

Seven or eight martial arts schools stand side by side.

There are almost a few strong men in training uniforms standing at the door of every martial arts gym.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, the sky is freezing cold.

These martial arts apprentices didn't seem to feel the cold at all.

He held up the stone lock and beat the wooden stake with a roar, until white smoke came out of his head.

"This is also advertising in disguise."

Qi Xiu clicked his tongue as he rolled up his sleeves and looked at the muscular men.

There are so many martial arts schools, and I don’t know which one is more reliable.

Just as Qi Xiu was hesitating which martial arts gym to go to for consultation, a pair of big hands suddenly patted his shoulder from behind.

The familiar force pinched him, causing his face to turn green.

"Mr. Qi, are you here like this?"

With a smile on his face, Qian Yuchuan, a man and a woman, stood in front of Qi Xiu.

"Second Young Master, what a coincidence."

Qi Xiu rubbed his shoulders helplessly.

This second young master is not a bad person, but his hands are too strong.

After looking at the martial arts street on one side, Qian Yuze became interested:

"Mr. Qi, do you want to... practice martial arts?"

"That's not true. It's just that I have been working too hard recently, so I want to learn some ways to strengthen my body and strengthen my muscles and bones."

After waving his hand, Qi Xiu naturally would not reveal his true purpose to Qian Yuchuan, but casually gave a reason to cover it up.

"Hahaha, so it is.

But for such a trivial matter, Mr. Qi can just come to me.

What these martial arts schools teach are just showy and of little use.

In this way, I will go to Yuze's courtyard to find you at noon tomorrow and teach you two tricks!
Remember to wait for me. "

After a burst of hearty laughter, regardless of whether Qi Xiu agreed or not, Qian Yuchuan turned around and left with the man and woman.

"Uh..." He opened his mouth to refuse, but when he thought of Qian Yuchuan's character, Qi Xiu shook his head and smiled.

Kindness is hard to turn down, kindness is hard to turn down.

With Qian Yuchuan intervening, Qi Xiu didn't go to Wuguan Street anymore. Instead, he packed up three dishes and one soup from Chunlai Restaurant in Dongshi and carried it back home.

……

It's been snowing for a few days, and it's finally sunny.

As the snow melts, the temperature drops at night.

A thick layer of ice formed on the road, which was very slippery.

Staggering and cautiously returning to the entrance of the small courtyard, Qi Xiu raised his sleeves and wiped the sweat from his nose.

Along the way, he was afraid that he would drop the meal he had spent three dollars packing.

Walk with caution.

It took half an hour to walk more than two miles.

"Martial arts training has to be put on the agenda. My body is really too weak."

Back in the main room, Qi Xiu put down his food and sat on a chair, panting slightly.

While muttering, he raised his eyes to look at the white paper taped to the door.

There is no change in the writing on the paper.

Seeing that the character [Town] did not disappear, Qi Xiu's eyes softened.

The two corpses he saw in Qian's Mansion ten days ago were unforgettable in his mind.

After returning home to live.

Every night he would seal the doors and windows with the characters [town].

For this reason, he also discovered that writing the character [town] was not without consumption.

But it will secretly consume his energy.

Five [Town] characters is his current limit.

After reaching the limit, you will experience extreme panic and weakness in your limbs, as if you are having a hypoglycemic attack.

It takes at least two hours of rest to fully recover.

And the [town] characters written on white paper will not always have an effect.

The magic contained in it can only last for one day.

After one day, the golden light in the talisman will dissipate.

The [Town] character will also turn into an ordinary white paper again.

After confirming that nothing dirty had come into the house, Qi Xiu stood up, washed his hands, and ate happily at the packed meals.

Boiled pork slices, stone ground tofu pudding, sweet and sour pork loin, hot and sour soup.

Although they are not expensive dishes.

But for Qi Xiu, who had lived a miserable life for more than two years, it was an excellent delicacy.

After clearing the table, Qi Xiu untied his belt, touched his slightly bulging belly, and burped with satisfaction.

This is how people live.

After eating and drinking, Qi Xiu stood up, put away the dishes, and just walked to the door of the house.

The characters [Town] posted on the door.

Suddenly there was a slight golden light.

It seems to have sensed something.

Qi Xiu's expression changed, and he quickly lowered his body and carefully looked outside through the grille on the door.

It’s been ten days, can you still find this? !
It's still broad daylight!

The courtyard door was not closed.

The bright sun shines on the ice on the ground, and the reflected light is very dazzling.

A stiff and wooden figure passed directly by the door of Qi Xiu's house.

Go deeper into this alley.

Not looking for me...

Leaning against the door panel, Qi Xiu, who had sweat beads on his forehead after a while, breathed a sigh of relief.

But soon his expression became serious again.

Have the things in Qian's Mansion escaped?
……

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