In the carriage, there were ten fingers, plucking the seven strings. Who said that what was lingering between those fingers was not a piece of deep affection? There was a hint of melancholy in her eyes, as if she had forgotten a fascinating promise.

The palace maid sat at the front of the car and felt sad in her heart when she heard it.

She could hear that the princess was playing an ancient song "Ancient Lovesickness Song". With the sad music, she sang its lyrics in her heart without realizing it: "You are like the bright moon, I am like fog, the fog is hidden with the moon, and the dew is left in the sky. You are good at playing the piano and I am good at dancing. The song ends with people's hearts as if they are blocked. I only feel that I will look back and make me think of you in the morning and evening. My soul will never regret it. I will never regret it. I will suffer for you. I will suffer for you. Who can tell me? I don't know where you are..." Singing silently, my eyes full of tears.

The princess is impeccable in terms of beauty, talent and temperament, but God cannot tolerate this perfection and insists on using her desperate royal child to erase her right to pursue happiness. This princess has not been married yet, but it is difficult to speak of. She can only sway her heart in ancient poems. She can only pity herself in the soft and long Yuefu...

In a mountain village in Bianzhou, Duan Mingyu was teaching his sophomore son Duan Siping, who was just four years old. It was already five years since Duan Mingyu resigned from office and retired for three years. Although he retired, he had many businesses across the country. He was well-deserved as the richest man in the country. Even if he only had the title of King Zhao, he still had no salary. However, his life was still very rich. In order to keep a low profile, his living conditions were not very luxurious, and he was just a simple and medium-sized house.

Duan Mingyu's identity at this time was a teacher, but it was just a means of concealing people's efforts. However, he was still willing to give his children some ways to explore problems, and he still had life.

Duan Mingyu whispered and said, "Where is the main pen, the secondary pen is laid out, follow the real pen, and then carry it on the virtual pen. One moment after another, the momentum is connected, and the trend is naturally pulled out."

Duan Siping's flying brushstrokes naturally changed with his father's guidance. Duan Mingyu continued: "Only by having speed can we see the ability of regulation, and this regulation can only be based on the heart. If we rely on the eyes to measure and then adjust with our hands, it will not be fast at all. The so-called intention is in the pen first. You have to write with certainty. You have to write a word and think about the following words, and what you think is not the form, but the intention. The form is just the expression of the mind and the hand... Fast cannot guarantee a certain unity of mind and hand, but only when you reach a certain speed can you forget yourself and be unity of mind and hand."

Duan Siping gradually forgot about the concern about the characters and only thought about what characters I would write next. He actually wrote faster and more freely!

"Let the speed form the qi. The pause of breathing, the pause of ink, the pause of words and sentences, and the pause of line breaking are all completed in acceleration and deceleration. The astringent should be pushed, and the moist should be pulled. The soft pen should be lifted, the more ink should be accelerated, and the less ink should be slowed down. The line breaking, pulling paper is like threading a needle! The so-called true qi is produced from the conversion of speed!" Duan Mingyu's voice became more and more serious, and the father and son were completely immersed in the way of calligraphy.

I saw Duan Siping's ink traces, like the water of the Yangtze River, rolling from a distance, with faster and faster speed and greater momentum. At this time, only words were in his eyes, his heart was words, and his pen was words!

Speed ​​really makes the mind and hand unite, and the content and words unite...

The child has a good talent. Even if he doesn't have much ability in the future, he can still be a profession like Pang Zhonghua with his beautiful handwriting. Duan Mingyu couldn't help but feel proud.

After writing for a long time, Duan Siping, the little kid, threw away the pen, "I won't write anymore, don't write anymore. Dad, let's teach my child how to learn martial arts."

"Yeah, Dad, let's play a knife technique for us." The youngest daughter Aman jumped out of nowhere, looking at her father with hope. Aman is Junyu's daughter. She is just three years old and has not yet named her big name. She only has one nickname and she is in trouble with Yang Zhaoniang on weekdays.

Yang Yanguang was originally Li Yan's personal guard and the number one master, but once the emperor and the minister, Yang Yanguang brought his granddaughter Yang Zhaoniang and Duan Mingyu to Bianliang and lived in seclusion.

Now everyone was all together. Yang Yanguang and Wang Aiqing looked at Duan Mingyu at the door, as if they wanted to see him being defeated. Duan Mingyu had never learned swordsmanship, and now he was a little embarrassed. Looking at the heavy snow outside the window, he couldn't help but shivered.

Yang Yanguang stroked his beard and said with a bad expression: "Can some people not do it?"

The eldest son Duan Siping and the younger daughter Aman suddenly showed great disappointment in their eyes. No, I can't cast a shadow on my tall father's image. Duan Mingyu coughed twice and said, "This, there is no knife here."

Yang Zhaoniang immediately pulled out the Park Knife from Wang Aiqing's waist and handed it to Duan Mingyu, "The sword is here." Duan Mingyumo touched his nose, "They are all big girls in their fifteen or sixteen, why are they still like children!"

After saying that, he clasped his fists in a very expert manner: "Since everyone says that, I'm not humble... But... please step back, I'm afraid that the sword will be too strong and will hurt adults and children by chance. That part of the matter will be a death-free life..."

"Oh?...Blade energy?" Yang Zhaoniang's eyes were very confused, but she still stood back under the eaves very sensible, and enjoyed the swordsman performance of Duan Mingyu, the prince Zhao who was still clapping, and the martial arts shocked the world. Yang Zhaoniang picked up Aman, led Duan Siping, and watched from the side.

Duan Mingyu stood in front of the house, and the fur had been thrown into the house. He moved his limbs, lifted up the front cloak and tied the belt of the trousers, picked up the knife, picked it up, about four pounds, which was extremely light and agile. The fingers that protected the handle of the hand guard well. The center of gravity of the knife was not far from the upper end of the handle, just so that it would be effortless to use it.

Duan Mingyu raised his head, took a long breath, and raised a sharp knife in the air. At this moment, he felt that Fu Hongxue was possessed! He shouted violently, murderous intent, one charge, followed by a roar of boldness, one slashed, followed by an intercept... Armor breaking... Shield strike... Half Moon Slash, Cross-Destroyed Slash, Run Yue Slash, Blood Shadow Sword, Dream Breaking Sword, Red Sleeve Sword... What do you think? When you meet a god, kill the god, see the Buddha, and whoever you catch...
Chapter completed!