Mingshi

Chapter 92

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When Luo Xin said this, Zhou Yu understood, so he nodded and said, "Then what is the second reason?"

"I haven't created a skill suitable for folding fans. After I create it, I will teach it to my elder brother."

"Then what did you practice today?"

"Those are three sets of martial arts, one is swordsmanship, the other is knife method, and the other is brushwork. I just want to integrate these martial arts into a martial art suitable for fans."

Zhou Yu was stunned for a long time, then gave Luo Xin a thumbs up.Knowing that I can't learn folding fans at present, I also plan to learn Taijiquan down-to-earth.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Luo Ping and Luo Qing also came back.After dinner, Luo Ping and Luo Qing went to work in the fields, and Luo Xin and Zhou Yu returned to the west chamber.Zhou Yu opened Luo Xin's big folding fan and looked at it:
"Brother Xin, how about I draw a picture of one side of this folding fan for you?"

"Brother Lao!" Luo Xin had seen Zhou Yu paint a portrait of Confucius last time, and knew that his painting skills were good, so naturally he would not refuse.

This time Zhou Yu became interested, opened the fan, walked back and forth on the ground with his hands behind his back, frowned, shook his head...

Seeing Luo Xin's toothache!

He simply took out the book he borrowed from Lu's mansion, and sat on the chair to read it.Seeing this, he was fascinated.After an unknown amount of time, I heard Zhou Yu calling him.

"Brother Xin, come and see how brother Wei is doing?"

Luo Xin hurriedly stood up, walked over enthusiastically, looked towards the fan, and a steep mountain appeared in front of his eyes.

Needless to say, Zhou Yu's paintings can be regarded as entering the room in terms of layout and artistic conception.That kind of precipitous momentum rushes towards his face, making Luo Xin recognize at a glance that he is painting Mount Hua.

"This is Mount Hua?" Luo Xin held the book in one hand and put the other behind his back, tilting his head slightly to look at it.

"Have you ever been to Mount Hua?" Zhou Yu looked at Luo Xin in disbelief.

Luo Xin rolled his eyes: "What do you think?"

"Then how did you recognize Huashan?"

"Taishan is majestic, Hengshan is beautiful, Huashan is dangerous, Hengshan is strange, and Songshan is mysterious. You paint so steep, what is it if it is not Huashan?"

"Taishan is male, Hengshan is beautiful, Huashan is dangerous, Hengshan is strange, and Songshan is mysterious." Zhou Yu murmured in a low voice, and then his eyes lit up strangely: "Xindi, you are so accurate, where did you see it?"

"Forget!" Luo Xin shrugged.

Zhou Yu just sighed a few times, then ignored it, looked at the folding fan and said, "What are you going to write on the other side?"

"Huashan!" Luo Xin scratched his head and said, "Huashan Lunjian!"

"What is Huashan Lunjian?" Zhou Yu looked at Luo Xin strangely.

"Nothing?" Luo Xin quickly shook his head and said, "I just feel that the steepness of Huashan Mountain is like a sword coming out of its body!"

"That's right, just right!" Zhou Yu said narcissistically while nodding, "I've already been able to draw a mountain like a sword."

Luo Xin couldn't help but rolled his eyes again and said: "On the other side, I'll write about Li Bai's heroism!"

"Wonderful!" Zhou Yu not only clapped his hands.

In the afternoon, Zhou Yu went fishing by the river alone, while Luo Xin went to Lin Xiucai's house.An hour later, Zhou Yu, who was fishing by the river, heard the sound of the flute from the village, so he put away his fishing rod and walked towards the village with the basket in his hand.Standing at the door and listening to Luo Xin playing the flute quietly, he opened the door and said:
"Brother Xin, your hole flute has become even more refined."

Having been in contact with Zhou Yu for a long time, Luo Xin also understood his temperament.Very calmly, this is like his poems, which is very Taoist.So Luo Xin also gradually let go of him, without so many customary etiquette, just smiled when he heard this, turned and walked towards the house.

Entering the room, Luo Xin put down the flute and went to the table to look at the open folding fan. Seeing that the painting was completely dry, he turned the fan over and began to grind it.Zhou Yu came over and said:
"Ready to write?"

"Ok!"

Zhou Yu became excited. He had read Luo Xin's handwriting and knew that Luo Xin's handwriting was very good, so his expression became focused.After Luo Xin finished grinding, he stood up with a pen in his hand, and his expression became more focused.Immersed in the artistic conception of "Xia Ke Xing", the scenes of those martial arts movies I watched in the previous life flashed past in my mind from time to time, gradually exuding a chilling aura.

Zhou Yu raised his brows, a trace of awe was born in his heart, he couldn't help but look at Luo Xin beside him, his eyes were full of surprise.In his feeling, Luo Xin at this time is like a sword drawn out of its sheath, making him feel that Luo Xin's figure at this time seems to coincide with the Huashan Mountain he painted.

Luo Xin moved!

The pen is full of thick ink, and the pen is vigorous and powerful!
Chivalry

李白
Zhao Keman, Hu Ying, Wu Goosen, Xueming.The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a shooting star.

Killing a person in ten steps, without leaving a thousand miles.Hello.

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Even if you die as a hero, you will not be ashamed of being a hero in the world.Who can write your Excellency, the White Head Taixuan Sutra.

In Zhou Yu's field of vision, that stroke is like a sharp sword, which can be cut, chopped, stabbed, teased, or tapped...

A fierce momentum rushed over.

After Luo Xin finished writing for a long time, Zhou Yu stared at Luo Dao with bright eyes: "Brother Xin, your writing can already be regarded as a master!"

Luo Xin looked at the words on the fan and was very satisfied.Just writing this picture made him feel a sense of improvement in his own handwriting.

"I must learn fan art, and when the time comes, you will also write a picture of a knight on my fan!"

Zhou Yu's eyebrows were beaming, and Luo Xin nodded with a smile.

Zhou Yu lived in Luo's house for seven days, and barely learned half of Taijiquan.

this day.

The two of them were sitting in the yard talking about Wenzhiyi when they heard a knock on the door.Luo Xin stood up and came to the door to open it, and saw a yamen servant standing outside, leading two horses.

Luo Xin recognized him at first glance, but he didn't know his name.Before he could speak, the yamen servant said:

"Master Luo, is my son here?"

At this time, Zhou Yu, who heard the voice, had already come to the door.

"What's the matter?"

The yamen servant hurriedly said: "My lord asked the younger one to come and pick up the young master."

Zhou Yu was overjoyed, and said to Luo Xin: "Brother Xin, it seems that the matter has come to an end, come with Brother Wei?"

Luo Xin shook his head and said, "I won't go, but if Wendou's date is fixed, Brother Haode will let you know."

"Alright!"

He is not indifferent to matters related to his father's future.Immediately turned around and went into the house to say goodbye to Luo Shi, then hurriedly got on the horse and left Shanglin Village with the yamen servant.

Looking at the back of Zhou Yu and the yamen servant leaving, I felt a little sigh in my heart. In a literary battle, I don't know how many people rose to fame, and how many people returned sadly.

Three days later, Zhou Yu came to Luo's house again on a horse.As soon as Luo Xin saw the long sword hanging on his waist, he felt a pain in his liver.Wearing a long robe with a long sword hanging from his waist, it feels awkward no matter how you look at it.This is also the reason why Luo Xin got a fan instead of hanging a sword.

And he had seen Zhou Yu's sword before, it was just a piece of iron, purely an ornament.Luo Xin even felt that the sword's lethality was not as good as his folding fan.

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