The Most Powerful Young Man

Chapter 393: Write prescription

Write down, concentrate on mind, converge on Haofeng.

Picking up the pen, passionate and awe-inspiring.

Press the pen, arrogant, swallow the mountains and rivers with anger.

After finishing the pen, you can swim in the wind in one go.

Xiao Yao's writing speed is very fast. It seems that when the pen falls on the paper, he thinks about where the next stroke should go. This is the real everyone, the real expert.

If you want to write good calligraphy, you have to pay attention to it. In ancient times, some calligraphy masters would tie a rope to their arm in order to practice good calligraphy, and tie a brick to the other end of the rope. Then raise the arm, parallel to the ground. Even if the arm is sore that it will explode, I don't want to let it go. In fact, this is to exercise the strength and stability of the arm, so as to avoid unnecessary loss when writing in the future and keep the hand stable.

The hand is steady, this is only to step into the first door, the second door, is the heart is stable, the heart is calm and calm. This requires time, not hard work is enough.

After the heart is stabilized, you have to pursue the opening of the chest. When the chest is completely opened, then the words that are written are called characters, which are truly alive, not copying, not recording.

Write three heaven and earth, the first heaven and earth, the words are condensed in form. The next day, the words are concentrated on the gods. The third world, one word for one world!

The hand is steady, and the characters have a shape.

The heart is stable, and the words have God.

Suddenly, there is a sense of enlightenment. The words written at that time are called real words. Every word is emotional and alive. To the layman, such words may be a little nonsense, and even a little ridiculous. However, in the world of those writing brushes, such words are justified. The words of the warrior are like a sword, light and sword, and a golden horse. In the words of the literary magnate, you can see the pictures of Jiangshan Sheji and Million Laozi Jing.

"Okay...good words!" Looking at the words that Xiao Yao had dropped, Master Wu became more excited at last, wishing to get up from the bed and rush to the front.

A smile appeared on Xiao Yao's face.

In fact, he knew that the reason why the old man made Wu Peilin and Wu Jingtian so hard to get the desk, chair, pen, ink, paper and inkstone here was to test himself. If it weren’t for Mr. Wu’s thoughts, perhaps Xiao Yao didn’t. I'll get serious. Since the old man wants to see it, Xiao Yao will naturally show his hand to make the old man happy. This is definitely not a bad thing.

"Xiao Yao, who are you? You are not an old monster, now you have returned to the basics, right?" Elder Wu looked at Xiao Yao with a weird look.

Mr. Wu was really humble before. Those pens, inks, papers and inkstones of his were indeed given by others. That's because they knew that he likes writing calligraphy with brush, and he loves to write calligraphy with brush. If others want to give something, naturally they have to give it away Okay, for example, people like to play chess, but you give them a pair of mahjong. Even if the pair of mahjong is made of diamonds, people may not like it when they receive a gift!

Mr. Wu himself is very good at writing himself. He also knows many modern calligraphy masters, but those calligraphy masters are all in their 60s or 70s, and because they are getting older, their hands and feet are a little unwilling, so Their peak period, that is, the few years when they could hold the pen in their old age, but even at that peak period, the characters they wrote were not as good-looking as Xiao Yao's. As the saying goes, the layman watched the excitement and the expert watched the door.

Perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, Xiao Yao's writing is quite satisfactory, and there is nothing too unique about it.

However, Mr. Wu could see that Xiao Yao's writing was still about to form his own style.

How many years of Chinese calligraphy history, how many people can form their own style? Liu Jin Yan Gu, that is their style, graceful like a dragon, Wang Xizhi's style, heroic, and Cao Cao's style...

How much is left?

Xiao Yao's words really seem quite satisfactory, but if you look closely, you can see the sharp edge between the hooks.

This is a person who wants to learn the moderation, but even if he is restrained, he can't hide the spirit of his body.

He thinks that Xiao Yao is a very interesting person. This young man always tries his best to learn to be low-key, but even in low-key, he will attract the attention of others and let people see the shining points in him. Elder Wu was a little surprised. If this young man no longer keeps a low profile or introverted one day, how much he has to show up?

At this time, Mr. Wu suddenly remembered a poem: Sake down his stomach to scold Mingyue, a long sword angered at the sky!

"Okay, Uncle Wu, this is the prescription." Xiao Yaogang was about to pass the prescription to Wu Peilin, but the old man Wu who was lying on the bed hurriedly spoke.

"Wait a minute, don't give it to him in a hurry, let me see." Old man Wu said as if he saw his favorite toy, he patted the bed anxiously.

Xiao Yao couldn't laugh or cry, but he had no choice but to obey Elder Wu's intention and hand over the list to Elder Wu first.

"Okay, okay, okay!" Elder Wu looked at the handwriting on the list, the more he got excited, the longer he watched, the more things he saw.

"Dad, can you give me the prescription? I have to find the medicinal materials on it!" Wu Peilin was a little anxious.

The old man glared at him: "What's the hurry? You ask Xiao Yao to write a copy for you, and I will keep this copy! By the way, if I die, this will be buried with me. !"

Xiao Yao couldn't help but shudder. Why did he panic when he heard these words, the old man had to take his own handwriting to the funeral, so in the next step, he wouldn't have to take him away for a minute? However, since the old man had made such a request, Xiao Yao naturally did not dare to refuse, so he could only laugh bitterly, and wrote another copy and handed it to Wu Peilin.

Xiao Yao wrote this copy very seriously, mainly because the Four Treasures of the old man's study are all high-quality goods, and the writing is too rough, Xiao Yao feels sorry for this ink.

After Xiao Yao wrote the prescription and gave it to Wu Peilin again, Wu Peilin just glanced, almost staring out.

"Damn! Xiao Yao, are you playing with me? Everything else is easy to say, but these three hundred-year-old ginseng and eight hundred-year-old ganoderma can't be planted yet. Where do you want me to find it? It’s not something you can buy with money!” To talk about how precious wild ginseng is, to put it simply, a farmer in Changbai Mountain, a ginseng picker, found a five-hundred-year-old ginseng plant more than a hundred years ago. Wild ginseng, that can directly become the ginseng king of China, and it has been directly collected by the country. Therefore, in many novels, it is said that thousand-year ginseng or thousands of ginseng is always mentioned. It is estimated that there is no concept of wild ginseng. Some Xianxia TV sees it and uses it casually.

A 500-year-old Changbai Mountain wild ginseng can become the king of ginseng. It is accepted by the state. It is difficult to find a ginseng that is 600 years old. It is still thousands of thousands of years. What is that nonsense?

This 300-year-old ginseng is not a simple task. Now it is thrown directly to Wu Peilin, and there is no way for Wu Peilin.

"In fact, 300-year-old ginseng is not hard to find, but you may have to find some trusted old Chinese doctors who can help you contact." Xiao Yao knows that there is actually a 600-year-old wild ginseng from his grandfather. , Is still growing. Grandpa watches every day, for fear that one day he won’t be able to find it. It is estimated that it will be seven hundred years in the next ten years.

After ginseng is really used for a thousand years, it will no longer be an ordinary Chinese medicine, and can even be classified as a kind of immortal medicine. At that time, it really possessed the ability of the flesh and bones of the living dead. Grandpa, I have never seen the fairy medicine in the legend until now. There are legends that as long as ginseng grows for a thousand years, it can be cultivated into essence, and even become a ginseng doll running around wearing a red bellyband, and it will suddenly disappear. .

However, according to the mountain people, it is because ginseng only blooms before dawn. When the sun comes out, it immediately withers, and then becomes similar to the surrounding weeds. People who don’t understand this way will think that the ginseng has gone. In fact, a truly experienced ginseng picker will tie a red line immediately after seeing a good ginseng plant. The main reason is that the red line is more conspicuous and easy to detect. Among the unknown population, It turned out that the red thread was tied to the ginseng doll, and it became more and more chaotic in the end.

When it comes to picking ginseng, there are many precautions. For example, a real ginseng picker will never pick ginseng that is ten or twenty years old, because that would be a violent move, even if it’s just to keep it for later generations. They wouldn’t move either, but later some Chinese medicine dealers sneaked into the mountains and dug out all the young ginsengs left by the ginseng pickers. The ginseng pickers could only be angry, but helpless. You can't kill people just because of that ginseng, right? If the mountain is closed, they don't have that ability.

Another point is that you must not use any metal when picking ginseng. Otherwise, it will destroy the medicinal properties of ginseng. This is very unfavorable for ginseng. So every ginseng picker will bring a wooden or jade tool. A small shovel made specifically for digging ginseng.

When Wu Peilin frowned, Yan Qing on the side suddenly spoke.

"Uncle Wu, don't say, I can really help with this. I heard my father say that he bought a 400-year-old ginseng some time ago. I don't know if he can help."

"Really?!" Wu Peilin became excited when he heard it.

Yan Qing glanced at Xiao Yao and said, "There is no one that is 300 years old, can one that be 400 years old?"

"You just gave me a thousand years, and I would not recommend it. The higher the annual fee, the better. It's just that the old one is too high. It is too hard to find. Three hundred years old is just enough. That's why I'm just that. That said." Xiao Yao really couldn't laugh or cry after hearing Yan Qing's question.

"That's good!" Yan Qing clapped his hands, "I'll call my father now!"

After speaking, she took out her mobile phone, which may still be a girl, with a red phone case on the phone.

After dialing her father's phone, she walked to the door and began to talk.

I don't know what Yan Qing's answer was, but when Yan Qing hung up and walked back, his face was indeed full of joy and joy.

"Uncle Wu, don't worry, my father has already said that he can find not only ginseng, but also Ganoderma lucidum, and he will deliver it tomorrow." Yan Qing said with a smile.

"Huh?" Wu Peilin was also a little surprised, and then asked in a low voice, "Your father, are you so willing?"

"Hey, I was actually a little curious before, but do you know what my father said?" Yan Qing asked, narrowing his eyes.

Of course Wu Peilin didn't know, so he could only shook his head.

"My father said, if someone wants it, he will refuse it. After all, it can't be bought with money, but if the Wu family wants it, he will have to send it even if he crawls, otherwise he is worried about waiting for him to die. , My grandfather would wait for him with a cane, and then knock him to death." Yan Qing said with a smile.

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