Chapter 60 060 Teacher Qiu who doubts his life! Crazy criticism of Bai Shi
People who don’t write big characters will never know how difficult it is to keep the wrist steady when lifting the pen.
Wrist strength is the most basic skill.
There are natural differences between boys and girls, so when Qiu Xuezheng saw Bai Shi’s words for the first time, he thought they were boys’.
It is enough to see that Bai Shi has a strong pen power, but now, Qiu Xuezheng watched Bai Shi take down the egg-sized piece of metal and calmly put it aside.
He has always been calm when practicing calligraphy, but for the first time he had the urge to curse!
He is not Chen Ju, does not deal with Yin, and does not know Yin.
The only thing he could think of when thinking of this silvery-white metal was iron and alloys. The egg was estimated to be more than half a pound in size, because half a pound was enough to make him question his life.
"No, you," Qiu Xuezheng opened his mouth, he really couldn't help it, "you also carried half a pound of iron in your hand..."
As he spoke, he reached out and picked up the indium that Bai Mu had put aside, wanting to weigh it. As soon as he got it in his hand, Qiu Xuezheng stopped talking in the middle of his words.
"Student Bai, how heavy is this?" Qiu Xuezheng couldn't weigh it, so he just tilted his head.
He asked almost expressionlessly.
Bai Mu put the indium away, picked up the pen again, heard what he said, tilted his head slightly, and said casually: "Just two pounds."
"Just, just two pounds?" Qiu Xuezheng couldn't believe it. Do
you know what you are talking about?
"Yes," Bai Shi picked up the pen and dipped it in ink. Seeing Qiu Xuezheng seemed to be hesitant to speak, she raised her eyebrows and asked, "Are there any questions?"
Qiu Xuezheng looked at Bai Shi's calm and slightly peaceful face.
How could 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 Shi and slowly exhaled, "but very few people can really do it. As far as I know, even Xie Jinyun can only practice calligraphy with a one-jin weight, and even so he is already very good. He only has one jin, and he doesn't carry it every day like you do, classmate Bai, you..."
Before seeing Bai Shi, Qiu Xuezheng had only heard of a few people in the Chinese Calligraphy Association practicing calligraphy with this ancient method.
The current president of the Chinese Calligraphy Association is one of them.
Everyone who can practice calligraphy with a heavy object can leave a brilliant mark in the calligraphy world, but only a few masters know how to practice this way.
But Qiu Xuezheng never thought that he would meet someone practicing calligraphy by hanging a heavy object in Xiangcheng.
It was two kilograms!
He looked at Bai Shi, his eyes full of eagerness and expectation.
This time in the Lanting Award, they from Xiangcheng...maybe they will really have a place.
"Is that so." Bai Shi only smiled faintly after listening to Qiu Xuezheng's popular science.
Two kilograms?
Bai Shi didn't understand Qiu Xuezheng's shock. Everyone practiced calligraphy like this before. Those martial artists had as many sandbags hanging on their bodies as she did. Two kilograms was the weight she started practicing with.
It is very normal for martial artists to suffer.
She had just adapted to this body, so she only used two kilograms.
In the past, her teacher wanted to temper her temper, so she had her wear a one-kilogram weight since she was six years old, and changed it to two kilograms when she was seven!
Later, the weight she carried in one hand increased exponentially.
Therefore, the two kilograms now are just the beginning, and it is far from reaching her peak...
She really doesn't feel how heavy it is.
Bai Mi thought while picking up the pen and writing another "Xiang" character.
Without the restraint of silver, she wrote quickly and almost finished it in one go. A "Xiang" character like a crane dancing in the sky appeared before her eyes. She likes to hide her edge and hold back. It is obviously just a word, but it looks like thunder rolling, angry but not released.
Qiu Xuezheng quickly reached out and picked up the paper.
Then he carefully blew the ink dry.
"Teacher Qiu," Bai Shi put the wolf-hair brush into the inkstone washing pool, rinsed it and put it aside, then picked up the silver, lowered her eyes and put it on herself slowly, "Do you think you can win the second prize with this?"
She didn't know the current level of research on calligraphy, and her wrist strength had not recovered to its peak.
"Don't even mention the second prize," Qiu Xuezheng put the paper away and looked at Bai Shi with a twinkling eye, "I think you may even win the first prize this time. I'm looking forward to the selection of the Lanting Award!"
The calligraphy community attaches great importance to the Lanting Award, which is held every three years, and has long predicted the first prize candidate.
Especially about the dispute between Xie Jinyun and Xu Yajun.
But Qiu Xuezheng felt that this time...
Bai Shi had a great chance of emerging as a dark horse and becoming the upset winner of this Lanting Award!
Qiu Xuezheng took a pile of rice paper, packed up his wolf-hair brush that he had treasured for many years, and forced it on Bai Shi.
"Teacher Qiu, I want to write..." Bai Shi hugged a pile of paper and was stuffed with a wolf-hair brush.
She wanted to tell Qiu Xuezheng that it was okay not to use this kind of brush.
But Qiu Xuezheng didn't listen to her at all, "You go home first, practice well, and show your best condition. I will buy you a day off in school. Okay, I still want to appreciate your calligraphy, so I won't send you downstairs."
He asked Bai Shi to leave, and in order to prevent Bai Shi from returning the rice paper and wolf-hair brush, Qiu Xuezheng locked the door.
Bai Xi stood outside the door with her schoolbag, paper and pen, and stared at the door for a long time before going downstairs.
Downstairs.
Qiu Boqing was sitting on the sofa, talking to someone on the phone. When he saw Bai Xi coming down from the building, he quickly looked away.
He had no good feelings for people who were seeking fame.
After Bai Xi 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 it's a joke for someone who hasn't even passed the ninth level?"
Qiu Xue Zheng stood at the door and looked at Qiu Boqing. "Don't look at the certificate to identify the person, you can look at her handwriting first..."
"But we are taking various exams," Qiu Boqing interrupted Qiu Xue Zheng. "Didn't you accept your junior sister as your last disciple because she got the sixth level certificate at the age of nine? She can do it, but Wanxuan can't?"
Qiu Xue Zheng could not refute this.
Because it is a fact. Now is the era of looking at certificates. No matter where you go, it will be written what certificates you have obtained and how many points you have in the test. With a certificate, you can go anywhere.
Before meeting Bai Wei, Qiu Xue Zheng did think so,
but unlike Qiu Boqing, he has experienced a time when certificates were not needed.
"You don't have to speak for Wanxuan anymore," Qiu Xue Zheng shook his head slightly, "I have already registered for Bai Wei. In two days, she will go to Jiangjing with you to participate in the Lanting Award."
**
Not far from the Qiu family, Jiang Fuli and Jiang He were still waiting for Bai Wei on the road.
Ming Dongheng was not there, and it was Jiang Fuli who was driving. He was sitting in the driver's seat and caught a glimpse of Bai Wei holding a pile of paper. He was a little surprised: "Why so much rice paper?"
He recognized at a glance that it was rice paper in her hand.
"Teacher Qiu gave it to me to practice." Bai Su 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 hands.
One hand held the paper, and the other hand was slightly on the car window, revealing a faint red color, lazily, with a strange sense of mystery.
"Practice?" Jiang Fuli saw that she was seated, and then started the car.
Bai Xi didn't hide it. She put her chin on the rice paper and said, "Practice calligraphy and participate in the Lanting Award."
Jiang Fuli put his hands on the steering wheel and seemed to be silent for a moment. "Lanting Award? That's Tuesday. Are you going to Jiangjing?"
"Probably," Bai Xi was not sure. Her voice was lazy. "Stay for two days."
"Why not stay in Jiangjing for two more days?" Jiang Fuli started the car slowly, as if suggesting.
Stay for two more days?
"I have to go back to class."
This seemed to be something she could do. Jiang Fuli looked at the rearview mirror quietly.
The car stopped at the intersection of Qingshui Street. It was
almost six o'clock. Jiang He went back with Bai Xi as usual. Jiang Fuli knocked on his head from behind and warned Jiang He lightly, "Don't make trouble."
He would go to the laboratory every day.
Today was no exception. It was still early. Bai Xi stood at the intersection of Qingshui Street, carrying a black schoolbag and holding a pile of rice paper in one hand. His white thin coat was gently fluttering in the wind, and the hem of his clothes with embroidered clusters was also swaying: "Don't worry, you go first." Jiang Fuli stood there, he looked at Bai Xi, his slender figure was as bright as the moon. Some people around wanted to talk to Bai Xi but didn't dare to come forward. Especially Mao Kun, who was squatting not far away. He wanted to find Bai Xi, but now looking at Jiang Fuli, he squatted down again. "Let's go," Bai Di laughed, "I'll watch you go." Jiang Fuli said "hmm" and returned to the driver's seat. He started the car and drove away. When he turned a corner, he glanced at the rearview mirror. Bai Di was still standing there lazily, watching the car leave. Mao Kun didn't dare to talk to Bai Di until the black car disappeared completely. "Sister," Mao Kun came over with a cigarette in his mouth, and wanted to help Bai Di get the rice paper like a dog, "this is..." He looked at Jiang He. "Jiang He, my friend." Bai Di casually put the rice paper in Mao Kun's hand and walked into the alley. Bai Di's friend? Mao Kun was in awe. He looked at the expressionless and cool kid, who was holding a ball-shaped Rubik's Cube in his hand. "It's you, kid brother. Hello, my name is Xiao Mao." Jiang He glanced at Mao Kun expressionlessly and said nothing. Mao Kun has now adapted well to the eight pounds of tin and can lift heavy objects with ease. Bai Shi knew at a glance that her original vision was right. He was very talented and had wasted many years. "Don't use the Guben ointment for the time being," Bai Shi walked in the alley, took out words and started to recite them, while communicating with Mao Kun, "Next is the medicinal bath, 15 grams of Fuling, 50 grams of Yushu first stir-fry, 18 grams of Peilancao, 12 grams of dried Rehmannia..." She reported a long list of drug names. Mao Kun looked at Bai Shi blankly. It was too long and he didn't remember it clearly. Bai Shi: "...I'll send it to you later." Mao Kun chuckled, and just as he was about to thank him, he saw the delicate-looking kid next to Bai Shi glanced at him and was speechless. Although his IQ was not very high, Mao Kun could still feel the contempt from the kid: "..." ** Ji Heng's yard. He hadn't come back from fishing yet, but Ji Mulan, wearing a silk shawl, was there. She was standing in the yard with her back to the door. When she heard the sound, she turned around with a cold face and saw Mao Kun following behind Bai Shi. Mao Kun didn't look like a good citizen. He was a key observation target of the police. He also had blond hair and looked unruly. Seeing Bai Shi hanging out with this kind of person again. Ji Mulan couldn't help but get angry, "Didn't you say you've changed? You'll study hard..." "Pa——" Bai Ti threw her schoolbag onto the stone table and reached out to grab the shawl that Ji Mulan had carefully protected. Ji Mulan didn't expect Bai Ti to make such a big move, nor did she expect her to hit her. She stumbled and was caught by Bai Ti. Bai Ti grabbed Ji Mulan's collar with one hand. She was taller than Ji Mulan, her face was extremely pale, and her fingers slowly tightened. She had no expression on her face. Mao Kun saw that the situation was not good, so he quickly put down the rice paper in his hand, handed Bai Ti a cigarette, and lit it up: "Sister, calm down!" Bai Ti exhaled, and her other hand loosely held a slender cigarette with a scarlet dot on the tip. The smoke blurred her face. She tilted her head slightly and flicked the cigarette with her cold white fingertips. She said softly and slowly, "Jimu Lan, your only task now is to play your role in front of Grandpa, otherwise..." She heard the sound coming from outside the door. She threw away the cigarette and stepped on it. Then she looked up lazily and smiled at Ji Mulan, like a mandala blooming in a sea of blood, dangerous and charming. She silently made a "bang" with her lips to Ji Mulan.
Ji Mulan covered her gorgeous shawl and watched Bai Shi recover her innocent look and go to open the door.
"Grandpa," Bai Shi took the fishing rod from Ji Heng and raised her eyebrows, "Did you catch any fish?"
Behind him, Chen Ju had a fish basket hanging behind him and two big fish hanging on each side of his waist, "Miss Bai, look, one is caught by me and the other is caught by your grandpa."
He turned around and showed his fish to Bai Shi.
Bai Ti looked at Chen Ju, who had a fish basket but insisted on hanging the fish around his waist for display: "Come in first."
Ji Heng saw Ji Mulan as soon as he came in. He paused, "Why are you here? Are you eating here tonight?"
"I'm here to ask you out for dinner. I'd like to treat Miss Xu to dinner tonight," Ji Mulan coughed lightly. She didn't look at Bai Ti, her face turned pale, "By the way, I want to ask...why did Ah Ti block me."
"Dinner?" Ji Heng didn't reply to her last sentence. He just said, "I'm going to have a couple of drinks with Xiao Chen today, so I won't go."
Ji Mulan simply couldn't believe what Ji Heng said.
She looked at Ji Heng, then at Chen Ju, who was standing on the side with a fish hanging from his waist, and at the yellow-haired man huddled in the corner...
What kind of smoky and miasma are these people?
What did Bai Xi learn when he returned to Xiangcheng?
Why did he eat here instead of going to Xu En's dinner party?
She took so much trouble to find connections for them, and would rather convince Xu En to bring Ji Heng and Bai Xi along, but these two people didn't understand her painstaking efforts at all.
I should have known that Bai Xi would not open up at all!
"Whatever you want!" Ji Mulan covered her neck, not even looking at Bai Xi, "I'm leaving."
She walked out of the courtyard directly.
She called the driver to pick her up at Qingshui Street.
She stepped on a brick with water on it, and the dirty water splashed on her leather shoes, and Ji Mulan's face became even colder.
"Why are you here so late?" During the dinner, Xu En looked at Ji Mulan, "They didn't come?"
He was referring to Bai Ti and Ji Heng.
"A Ti is doing homework." Ji Mulan's expression was impeccable.
Xu En didn't care whether Bai Ti and Ji Heng came or not, and introduced them to Ji Mulan with a smile, "Ms. Xu, you have met them, this is Mr. Ren Qian, and this is Mr. Chen Gang."
"Sorry for keeping me waiting." Ji Mulan apologized to them with a smile.
Ren Qian and Chen Gang knew that Xu En was an entrepreneur from Jiangjing, so they dared not ask Ji Mulan to apologize. Ren Qian smiled and raised his glass: "It's okay, Mr. Xu, don't worry, I will get you the land you want."
As he spoke, he glanced at Xu Yajun next to him.
Xu Yajun sat next to Xu En and didn't say anything, and Xu En didn't introduce who Xu Yajun was to them.
Ren Qian didn't dare to guess casually, but from Xu En's extremely respectful attitude towards the lady, he also knew that this Miss Xu was not simple.
"Everything will trouble Mr. Ren," Xu En smiled, and then sighed, "I sent a business card to Grandpa Chen. I heard that he had nothing to do this afternoon, but it's a pity that he didn't come."
"Grandpa Chen?" Xu Yajun raised her head slightly when she heard the name, "He went fishing in the afternoon."
Fishing?
Ji Mulan was stunned.
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