Calligraphy
In the space of the Chaos Tower, Lu Bin lay quietly on the surface of the water. In front of him, a book floated in the air without any support. Every time Lu Bin finished reading a page, the book automatically flipped to the next page.
Lu Bin looked at his phone and realized that it was almost six o'clock. It was time to go out, so he woke up the four tigers, put on his clothes, and left the Chaos Tower.
As soon as Lu Bin came out, he was greeted by a series of notifications. The familiar name and number reminded Lu Bin of his memories in school.
After reading Chen He's message, the corners of Lu Bin's mouth curled up slightly. Ever since he had the memories of this life, Lu Bin's heart surged with confidence. Naturally, he would not be afraid of anything.
She quickly replied with a text message: " Got it. Thank you, Brother Scum and Brother Jie. When you come, I'll treat you to a big meal. There's also a big surprise waiting for you."
As for whether he should return the call, Lu Bin didn't even think about it. That would require money. Although Lu Bin had some savings now, he had not changed his habit of saving money. However, from the looks of it, Lu Bin didn't seem to have any intention of changing.
After replying, Lu Bin threw his phone back into the Chaos Tower. After getting the Chaos Tower, his phone was in the Chaos Tower most of the time. The others couldn't get through to his phone, so they thought it was because they were in the mountains and the signal was bad. No one had told Lu Bin about this, so he didn't know about it. Besides, not many people would call Lu Bin. Because of this, he was severely reprimanded during the summer vacation.
When Lu Bin learned that Yi Fei would be coming during the summer break, he stayed there for the next few days with a smile on his face. It was obvious that something good had happened. However, no matter how others asked, Lu Bin would just smile and not say anything.
On this day, Lu Bin 'concocted' another bottle of 'medicine' for his father to consume. At this moment, Lu Ze's face was no longer dispirited. Every day, he would take a bottle of 'medicine' and the unique massage method he learned from the chaos tower. Although his body hadn't completely recovered, at least his lower body had regained consciousness. As long as he persisted in practicing the body refinement method taught by Lu Bin every night, he would recover sooner or later.
After giving his father a massage, Lu Bin, Tiger King and the rest went back into the Chaos Tower. Tiger King was already used to it, so he brought the three little tigers to the bath with ease. Lu Bin naturally followed behind.
When Lu Bin woke up again, he did not read like usual. Instead, he put on his clothes and went into the palace.
Yesterday, he had specially asked Zhao Zhenyu to buy some Four Treasures of the Study. Usually, when he had nothing to do, Lu Bin liked to study the memories in his mind and study ancient poems. Lu Bin still liked calligraphy very much, so he had the idea of practicing it.
After placing the Four Treasures of the Study, Lu Bin chose the Yan style created by Yan Zhenqing, one of the four masters of regular script. Although Lu Bin did not know him, Lu Bin only felt that this Yan style was very pleasing to the eye, so he chose it.
As for the content to be written, Lu Bin had already thought about it long ago. For his own sake, Lu Bin decided to copy the " The Condor Heroes " in his mind. This was Yi Fei's main work. Even if it was not born due to the Chaos Tower, Lu Bin could not just sit back and do nothing. Moreover, the number of words was not that much, only about a million words. Compared to other novels that had a few million words, it was considered very little.
It could also serve the purpose of practicing calligraphy. Secondly, it could also please Yiren. Then, there was also the economic benefits. This could be said to be killing three birds with one stone.
"The Yue women pluck lotus flowers by the autumn waters. His sleeves were narrow and his clothes were light, and his gold bracelets were hidden. in my reflection I pluck flowers like my face. my heart is only tangled with threads.
at the head of Mandarin Duck Beach the wind and waves are late. The fog is heavy and the smoke is light. I can't see the company I came with. the faint song returns to the boat far away. The sorrow of parting leads to the south bank of the river."
However, Lu Bin still had to make some changes to the following content. For example, the article said that it was a poem written by Ouyang Xiu, a great poet of the Northern Song Dynasty. However, after Lu Bin looked it up on the Internet, Ouyang Xiu was only a high-ranking official in history and did not have any literary works recorded. Therefore, Lu Bin could only remove this sentence and make some changes to make it smooth.
Although there weren't many words that were difficult to write, it was not an easy task to write a dense, square, and vigorous Yan style. The strokes were light in the horizontal and heavy in the vertical, and the strokes were strong and thick. It was a solemn and vigorous Yan style. Moreover, because the strokes were strong and thick, it had a high requirement on the wrist strength. Even with Lu Bin's and an adult's physique, it was somewhat unbearable to write for a long time.
Looking at the pieces of waste paper in front of his desk, Lu Bin suddenly felt a little dispirited. Was he not cut out for this? However, Lu Bin quickly composed himself. He had plenty of time to waste with it now. He did not believe that he could not learn it.
Lu Bin had also underestimated himself. Other people who learned to write calligraphy had copybooks to learn from. In addition, his predecessor had only seen the Yan Style and had not studied it systematically. There was no experience to learn from. It was equivalent to practicing calligraphy out of thin air, which increased the difficulty for Lu Bin.
Fortunately, Lu Bin was not someone who would give up easily. He spread out a new piece of paper and began practicing. This time, he was already starting to get a little bit of a feel for it. However, this made Lu Bin very happy. He knew that his wrist was starting to get tired, so he stopped and looked at his work. Although it was not satisfactory, he still put it away.
It would take one to two months to write one round in one night. He just didn't know if he would be able to practice the Yan Body after he finished writing.
Seeing that it was still early, he went back to the Spring of Life.
After this period of growth, the Hundred Flowers Fruit seemed to have broken free from the restrictions of the season. Colorful flowers bloomed again, and the bees and butterflies dancing in the flowers were all collected by Lu Bin on a daily basis.
Although the Chaos Tower was very magical, Lu Bin did not know if it could bear fruit without being pollinated. However, Lu Bin still took in some Chinese bees. As for the butterflies, Lu Bin only took them in casually.
On the other side, the medicinal herbs had also grown much older. The ginseng that was first planted was also ten to twenty years old. This was only natural growth, and it had not been watered by the Spring of Life. This was enough to show how magical this space was for medicinal herbs. If he added the Spring of Life, Lu Bin would be able to obtain ginseng that was hundreds of years old in a short period of time.
With a casual wave of his hand, a ginseng broke out of the ground. Lu Bin brushed the soil on it and stuffed it into his mouth. "Kacha, kacha."
It was crispy, and there was a sweet fragrance unique to ginseng amidst the bitterness. However, the bitterness ruined the taste, which Lu Bin did not like very much. Therefore, he broke it into a few pieces and fed it to the three tigers who were playing at the side.
However, it did not take long before Lu Bin felt his body heat up. Lu Bin had been studying Chinese medicine for quite some time, and he knew that this was the effect of the ginseng he had just eaten, so he did not pay much attention to it. He just went to the side and practiced the fist technique taught by the heavens. It was somewhat like Arhat Fist. Lu Bin had also asked about it before, but Great-Grandfather Lu only smiled and did not answer.
After that, Lu Bin slowly forgot about it and just habitually played it once a day to exercise his body.
However, the three little tigers didn't have any fist techniques to train with. They ate more than Lu Bin. Now, they kept sticking out their tongues and running crazily around the pool, releasing the excess heat.
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