Royal Road

This command immediately made many people look at Yi Yan, envy and jealous. Everyone knows that this kid is very popular with the Patriarch, but who would have thought that the Patriarch would call him to serve. This is a treatment that can only be given by a close friend!

Yi Yan didn't notice these complicated gazes, and only the handsome face with a slight smile was left in his eyes. His face suddenly turned red, and he hurriedly walked two steps to the side of the low couch. A few steps later, a faint fragrance came along with the fume, making his heart beat faster and breathing quickly. Liang Feng didn't notice this, and naturally stretched out his hand to hold Yi Yan's arm.

After all, he was ill, and he talked to Tian Chang for a long time. He also spent half an hour in the windy hall in order to build momentum. His legs were almost numb. At this time, you can show the benefits of being a guard. If you change the little girl of Luzhu, you can still talk about whether you can help him.

"You go down first, and start training the next day." Putting down these words, Liang Feng put most of his weight on Yi Yan in a very elegant posture, and walked slowly to the back bedroom. This kid was also clever, without saying a word, working as a human-shaped crutch in accordance with his pace, showing no flaws at all.

After finally getting to the bedroom, Liang Feng couldn't support it anymore, and he sat back on the bed with his legs soft.

In this **** era, even the chair hasn't even appeared yet. Thanks to his identity as the head of the house, he can lean on the Pingji. If you change to a formal occasion, you have to kneel down. Liang Feng had thought about finding a carpenter to get two suitable high chairs, but when he discovered that the so-called trousers these years were mostly open crotch models, called hakama. The hakama folds that fit the crotch are also military supplies and are worn only when riding horses and traveling.

And because he needs someone to serve him because of a serious illness, he basically can only wear shin clothes. That is, two trousers are put on the legs, and then tied with a rope around the waist, not only after the gear is opened, it is almost the same as the women's garter stockings. Dressed like this, let alone sitting on a high stool, sitting with legs apart is indecent.

It is no wonder that before the Tang Dynasty, people all over the world were sitting on their knees. As long as the trousers are not widely implemented, any furniture reform is a pipe dream.

But today's harvest is not small. The next step is to get Tian Chang done, and the point is to have a private soldier who can be trained personally. Of course Liang Feng didn't plan to blindly expand his troops. Let the people on hand try now. If he can bring out good soldiers, then consider other things. There are precedents of Yan Sheng and Tian Chang. It is not easy to say how many officials in the Liang Mansion are unruly. Therefore, mastering one's own fighting power is the key.

At this time, Lu Zhu also followed, staring at Yi Yan who was standing next to the couch with a small look as if the territory had been violated. Liang Feng couldn't help laughing. Of course, he knew how much the little girl Luzhu was interested in the master, but he was also a good young man in the new century. It was only during the day, and he was not blessed to be served by such a minor girl at night. .

With a light cough, Liang Feng said to Luzhu: "I will stay in the main courtyard in the future, and I can help with the vigil at night."

Lu Zhu resignedly yelled: "Lang Jun, what does this vulgar Jie person know? You are sick, how can you let this kind of person get close..."

Hearing what the little maid said, Yi Yan immediately pursed his lips, and said solemnly, "I will learn!"

Unexpectedly, this silly boy would return his mouth. Liang Feng and Lu Zhu were stunned at the same time. Liang Feng chuckled and raised his eyebrows at the little maid: "Lu Zhu, please accept this disciple. teach."

Unexpectedly, he would be teased, Lu Zhu's face was red with anger, but he didn't know how to refute it. Liang Feng turned his head and said to Yi Yan who was standing by, "Are you left-handed or right-handed?"

It seemed that Yi Yan hadn't gotten over from the matter of "serving for the living", and raised his left hand in a daze.

Unexpectedly, this kid is still left-handed, Liang Feng nodded and said: "Very good. From today, you have to get used to distinguishing left and right. When I call left, you turn to the left; when I call right, you turn to the right. Can listen Understand?"

It's very simple, Yi Yan immediately replied: "Yes."

Leaning on the bed leisurely, Liang Feng suddenly said: "Turn right and go three steps!"

People who are in contact with the queue for the first time are somewhat unable to keep up with the direction, especially the left-handed. But Yi Yan didn't hesitate at all, turned around immediately, and strode to the right three steps.

"Turn left, take a step forward. Turn backward." Liang Feng kept talking, and deliberately said a new term for turning backward.

This little trick still failed to defeat Yi Yan, and he had learned to use his heel as the center axis and turned around quickly. This resilience is really amazing.

"Very good." Liang Feng patted his hands lightly, "How strong are your feet? How many miles can you walk in a day."

The topic changed too quickly, Yi Yan thought for a while before repliing, "One hundred and twenty miles."

This is a fairly accurate number, and it's not slow. Liang Feng raised his eyebrows: "Have you walked before?"

"When I escaped from the famine last year, I walked from Nie County to Ping County in one day, and the official road was 120 miles away." Yi Yan answered seriously, as if there was nothing unusual in his own answer.

Liang Feng knew what it was like to walk more than a hundred miles a day. It is said that the Red Army had only rushed for two hundred miles a day at that time, and it was not easy for him to survive as a teenager who had fled from famine. Nodding slightly, Liang Feng asked Lvzhu, "Walking around Zhuangzi, how many miles?"

Lu Zhu blinked his eyes and replied hesitantly: "How many miles must be there?"

The little girl may not be very sensitive to distance, Liang Feng turned to ask, "Is there anything to check the time?"

"Lang Jun is talking about clepsydra?" Lvzhu understood now. He quickly walked to the bookcase by the window and took a copper cylinder over, "You can use clepsydra to check the time."

Liang Feng glanced at it and understood this "clepsydra" timing method. Similar to an hourglass, it relies on the speed of water droplets to record time. There are many scales on it, and it is estimated that it is time. He nodded in satisfaction, and said to Yi Yan: "Go and run around Zhuangzi and go all out."

This command is also a bit confusing. But Yi Yan didn't mean to ask further, and immediately ran out of the main house. Liang Feng said to the stunned Green Bamboo: "Make a note of the time and see how soon he can come back."

After speaking, he didn't wait for Luzhu to figure out what it meant, and closed his eyes to calculate the time. About twenty minutes later, heavy breathing and footsteps appeared at the door, Liang Feng opened his eyes and saw Yi Yan ran back with sweat. He asked: "How long has it been?"

"A little more, less than two quarters of an hour." Luzhu probe confirmed the time again before replied.

Liang Feng turned to look at Yi Yan and asked, "Can you tell how far you have run?"

A good sense of distance is a prerequisite for a qualified officer. Liang Feng hadn't mentioned this before, as if he wanted to see if this kid was simply running with his head, or paying attention to the environment while running. Sure enough, Yi Yan just thought for a moment, and then replied, "Almost twelve miles."

It takes 20 minutes to six kilometers, no wonder this kid sweats profusely. However, it also proves that his feet are really good. I don't know if it is because of his youth or the people of this era are more powerful. With such a venue, it is very convenient for training. Liang Feng raised the corner of his mouth and said to Yi Yan, "Go for another lap, this time pay attention to keeping your energy. You don't have to run too fast when you just run, just wait until you are close to the end and then accelerate. It is best to pick the road and keep it within ten miles. ."

After running six kilometers, it is another five kilometers, no matter how good the physical fitness is, it is impossible to maintain the previous speed. But this is what Liang Feng needs. Five kilometers is a fixed project for recruits. If the instructor can't get down, it will be useless. Seeing that Yi Yan was about to run out again, Liang Feng suddenly added: "Inhale with your mouth and nose at the same time, and exhale with your mouth. Follow the pace, inhale at two steps, and exhale at one step. When running fast, change to one step at a time. Give it a try."

This is the scientific breathing method for long-distance running. But good breathing habits can't be developed overnight. Let's take a look at this kid's receptive ability.

These words actually tripped Yi Yan's footsteps, as if being chased by something, he ran out in a hurry.

Only then did Lu Zhu react, and asked suspiciously: "Langjun, why do you want him to run around?"

"You have to learn how to run in war." Liang Feng smiled, without explaining much, and ordered, "Go and prepare pen and ink, I should copy the scriptures."

Lu Zhu immediately woke up: "Lang Jun, you have been working for most of the day. Doctor Jiang also said that you can't be affected now."

"It's okay." Liang Feng is quite clear about his own state. Tomorrow Mr. Jiang will probably leave. If he does not copy the scriptures in time, he may not be able to keep up with the letter.

Seeing that Liang Feng had no plans to change his mouth, Lu Zhu bit his lip and walked to the book case and started to open. In a short while, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were ready. She also took out a wrong Jinboshan stove and sprinkled a spoonful of spices into it. The green smoke slowly floated from the furnace peak, fresh and refreshing, refreshing, and instantly suppressed the ink smell.

Liang Feng reluctantly stood up and walked slowly to the book case. The book case was only three feet high. He didn't get lazy this time. He knelt down and sat down upright. It may be a habit originally formed by the body. After kneeling and sitting upright, it is easier than imagined. After receiving the brush handed by Luzhu, he gently twisted the tip of the brush. It should be a rabbit's hair, flexible and pliable, and of very good grade. Of course, the paper is not rice paper. The color is dense and white, and it looks pretty good.

With this kind of pen and paper, I haven't written for many years, so don't make a fool of yourself. Liang Feng took a deep breath, lifted his pen, dipped the ink, and started writing. After a serious illness, his wrists were vacant and weak, and he hadn't practiced for a long time, and the writing was naturally unfamiliar. In addition, I still haven't remembered the full text of the "Diamond Sutra".

It was hard to finish the last product including the sentence "like a dream bubble, like a dew like electricity". Liang Feng stopped writing, looked again at it, shook his head, and prepared to write again. At this time, a noticeably slower pace approached the book case. He raised his head and found that Yi Yan had returned.

After running for eleven kilometers in a row, Yi Yan's face is now flushed and dusty, and his clothes are almost drenched, but he is still in good spirits. It's even better than just now, it should be because he has mastered the breathing rhythm. Calculating the time, it is estimated that there will be twenty minutes. Liang Feng smiled slightly, did not ask about running, but said: "Yi Yan, can you rub ink?"

"Lang Jun!" Lu Zhu's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe that he would give this Jie Ren the task of grinding ink.

Liang Feng said: "Why, I'm afraid I don't want you? Let him learn first, there will always be some time to use it."

Lu Zhu could not think of when he would not bring himself, with a wicked man waiting for his pen and ink. However, Yi Yan had already walked two steps quickly, kneeling before the case, as if to take over the work of grinding ink. Lu Zhu just wanted to gritted his teeth with hatred, his little hand firmly grasped the ink ingot, and he didn't mean to let go.

Without paying attention to the fighting between the two little guys, Liang Feng condensed his mind and raised his wrist again to write. With appropriate practice, a sense of familiarity gradually emerged. Writing brush calligraphy is similar to swimming. As long as you practice for a few years, your physical memory will naturally form. Those days when your grandfather was confined in the study to study calligraphy come to mind, making Liang Feng's writing softer and slower.

At this moment, Yi Yan froze, his mouth closed tightly, and he didn't even dare to breathe. He was not in the house just now and did not see how Liang Feng was writing. However, at this moment, the sun is slanting to the west, and the soft spring light diffuses into the house through the windows. The man was sitting in front of the book case, holding a pen in one hand and writing something on his wrist. Those shining black eyes drooped slightly, the spirits were no longer there, only the beauty and elegance were left, just like the incense burner behind him, everything was exquisite and delicate, and it was so gorgeous that people would dare not touch it.

A faint fragrance lingers between the book cases, and his slender wrist sways slightly, like a graceful dance music. Yi Yan's eyes fell uncontrollably on the white jade-like fingers. Those knuckles were so long, so thin, and gently holding the dark purple penholder, as if grasping on his heart.

Lu Zhu also gradually held her breath. She has been waiting for her pen and ink all the year round, and she has seen countless copybooks, but she has never seen such elegant and dignified fonts. When did Lang Jun change the font? But this word fits so well with Lang Jun, like a strong bamboo in the wind and a lotus branch in a pond, which is unforgettable to see.

After writing four times in one breath, Liang Feng stopped writing and carefully checked the ink on the paper. He was really seriously ill, his wrists were still a bit trembling, and his pen was soft, unable to reach the essence of the willow body. However, the character Liu is known as the willow bones, and the Diamond Sutra is the work of Liu Gongquan in his prime, with rigorous procedures and handsome brushwork. Now that the book sage Wang Xizhi has not been born, the calligraphy should be based on Zhong Yao's calligraphy, and the italics has already begun to take shape. In this environment, copying the willow body is refreshing.

This is a scripture to be sent to Wang Wen, not to mention Wang Wen's title of Zhongzheng, just by virtue of the Wang family of Taiyuan, no matter how much effort is spent, it will not be superfluous.

Putting down the pen, Liang Feng asked, "How is this scripture written?"

"Lang Jun's character has changed..." Lu Zhu muttered, "It has become much better."

"Only this font can be worthy of this scripture." Liang Feng smiled and turned to look at Yi Yan, "Are you literate? How do you feel?"

Yi Yan looked at the other party’s smiling eyes, and the roots of his ears suddenly turned red: "I...I..."

My face was red enough after running, but now my neck is red. Liang Feng didn't expect this kid to have such a thin face, he couldn't help but laughed out: "I don't know how to read, so I can learn it slowly in the future. Help me get up."

Yi Yan didn't actually hear what Liang Feng said just now. He looked stupid just by looking at people. Now that he heard the other party asking him to support him, he immediately rubbed his palms on his clothes, wiped off all the sweat and dust, and carefully lifted up Liang Feng.

Kneeling for a long time, only then did Liang Feng feel weak in his legs and feet, and he staggered and almost didn't stand up. But Yi Yan didn't dare to post too close. He just finished two laps, and there is no dry place in his whole body. In case it gets on the lord’s robe... His ears, which were already red, become even more red now. Yi Yan said nothing, but took care of it. Liang Feng helped him to the side of the couch, immediately took a step back, and quietly lowered his head.

Liang Feng didn't notice these little thoughts, and said to him: "From tomorrow, you will be the captain and help me practice the trilogy."