In everyone's puzzled eyes, Li Xiaowan stood carefully on the attic aisle with one hand.

At first, under the gaze of his senior brothers and sisters, as well as the three great scholars, Li Xiaowan seemed very restrained.

But then, she seemed to have made up some decision and her eyes suddenly became firm.

Although she was still a little cowardly, her voice had calmed down a lot: "Mr. Wen, two magistrates, I... I have also practiced 'calligraphy'."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the venue was surprised.

After being classmates with Li Xiaowan for several months, the more familiar senior brothers and sisters all stared at Li Xiaowan with wide eyes, and almost no one believed that she was serious about what she said.

A girl next to her who had a good relationship with her also reached out and pulled the corner of her clothes, signaling her: Don't joke on such occasions.

Li Xiaowan smiled kindly at the other party and shook his head stubbornly.

Confucian scholar Wen Donglai looked at Li Xiaowan with confusion and said in contempt, "Xiaowan, don't mess around."

Wen Donglai felt a little strange in his heart.

This disciple who was the latest to learn from his disciples was not serious in the past, but he was very talented and very spiritual, so he also attached great importance to Li Xiaowan.

He knew very well that before the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday, Li Xiaowan's knowledge was far from being able to perform "calligraphy".

Based on his understanding of Li Xiaowan, although this girl is sometimes a bit off-the-sex, she is definitely not a person who likes to be sensational. Why do she have to make trouble at this time?

This is also the reason why Wen Donglai was puzzled but did not immediately scold him.

"I...."

Faced with everyone's doubts, Li Xiaowan stood there, bit her lips lightly, and said, "I really... can."

The middle-aged scholar frowned and wanted to say something, but was stopped by Fang He waved his hand.

Wen Dong couldn't see it, but with Fang He's strength, he could sense it. The girl in front of him had a strong knowledge, and perhaps it was unknown whether she could really use "calligraphy".

Fang Yuantou just didn't understand. This girl was obviously a talented person, but why did Wen Donglai and other students seem to have no idea that she could practice "calligraphy"?

Wen Donglai sighed and explained to Fang He: "Teacher, this student only joined me last autumn. Although he is very talented, his practice time is too short after all, and he is still much shorter than practicing 'calligraphy'."

When he was young, he had listened to classes under Fanghe for several days and made a lot of gains, so he always called the latter a teacher.

When Fang He heard what he said, he was displeased and waved his hand and said:

"What's wrong with the short time of practice? You kid are so blunt, so you think of others as you do?

Have you forgotten that my closed disciple Hongqu was a "calligraphy" in March and a "word and deed" in half a year?"

"But three days ago..."

"Okay, shut up."

Wen Donglai was about to explain, Fang He waved his hand and interrupted him, then turned his gaze to Li Xiaowan.

"Haha, then you can try it."

Fang He tried to make his smile look kinder, and smiled at the girl, "Well... let's try the simplest 'Big Feng Qu', don't be nervous."

After being comforted by Fang He's words, Li Xiaowan nodded, ran back to his position, and took out a piece of rice paper and apricot pen.

He raised his head and stared at everyone with curious or encouragement eyes. The little girl took a deep breath, condensed her whole spirit, and slowly left ink marks on the rice paper.

"The wind is blowing..."

A strong wind suddenly rose and passed through this small attic.

Unpredictable, the books of the students were blown away, and even Fang He's white beard was blown up obliquely.

"Okay, stop."

Fang He nodded and said, the nameless wind that had just risen suddenly stopped.

At this time, everyone's eyes looked at Li Xiaowan again, all with shock or envy.

None of them expected that Li Xiaowan was serious and that she had actually cultivated 'calligraphy'.

Even Wen Donglai had an incredible expression. He looked at Li Xiaowan and said excitedly: "Xiaowan, you are..."

However, before he finished speaking, the irritable Fang He started to do it and slapped Wen Donglai on the back of the head while cursing:

"You kid, you don't even know the situation of your own disciples? We almost missed such a genius!

Your eyes are so bad. Don’t say you are our registered disciple in Fang He when you go out in the future!”

"No, teacher, listen to me, two days ago..." Wen Donglai felt aggrieved and wanted to defend himself.

Fang He slapped again: "What do you say? Even your disciple said that she has mastered calligraphy, you don't believe it.

I see, do you kid only know the decaying teaching and never ask about the disciple's situation?"

A group of students in the attic watched this scene and were stunned.

Zhu Ting, who had been watching coldly, couldn't bear to watch it anymore, and Chen said, "Can't you finish listening to him?"

Fang He then stroked his beard and glared at Wen Donglai, "Okay, you guys explain it well."

"Uh, teacher, that's what it is..."

Wen Donglai had a dark face and explained: "I only did the assessment test for all of them three days ago.

Although Xiaowan's knowledge at that time improved greatly compared to when she first started.

But the degree of being able to use "calligraphy" is really much worse.

So I never expected that she would make such amazing progress in just two days of vacation.”

"Oh? Is that true?"

After hearing this, Fang He froze and glanced at Wen Donglai: "Then why didn't you say it earlier? I blame you for your mistake."

Middle-aged scribe: "…"

You are so furious, so you want me to have the chance to say... Wen Donglai was in tears and stood aside without saying a word.

Confucianism is different from Taoism. People in Taoism can improve their cultivation by killing powerful demons or people with overwhelming evil spirits.

Confucianism often needs to accumulate over time. Whether it is reading and interpreting meanings or teaching teachings, it is a gradual growth process.

It’s no wonder that Wen Donglai and others could not have imagined that Li Xiaowan would make such amazing progress in just three days.

Even Fang He and Zhu Ting, the two top scholars in the academy, could not understand this matter at all.

After looking at Li Xiaowan with a deep meaning, Fang He did not intend to ask. In his opinion, it was normal for everyone to have some secrets of their own.

However, what Fang He didn't expect was that when he looked at this slightly strange girl, Li Xiaowan looked at him without hesitation.

Then he heard Li Xiaowan's crisp voice:

"Mr. Master, it's true that my knowledge has improved so much in the past two days.

And…I know the reason.”
Chapter completed!