Chapter 275: Run around
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"that power!"
Wang Yang spoke lightly.
Force does not represent power. A person's force is limited after all, but power can make force continuous.
The old monk is powerful, but in the face of a steady stream of power, he will still be defeated.
The two stopped talking. The old monk took Wang Yang and did not move forward, but began to make a detour and slowly walked up the back mountain.
Although the mountain is not high, it is quite steep, like a large boulder on the ground, with steep cliffs everywhere.
The two walked to the depths of the rock wall, and the old monk peeled away the ivy on the cliff, revealing a dark hole.
Going further in, there is gradually light, and then brighter and brighter.
It is impossible for the sun to come in in this cave, but the temple on the mountain is full of incense, and the old monk is not short of money, so a lot of candles are hoarded in the cave.
A ten-year-old little monk emerged from the shadow of the lamp and saluted the old monk, "Master, you are back!"
"Xingzhen, I have seen your brother Wang!"
"I have seen Brother Wang!"
"Wang Yang, this is my disciple. He is ten years old this year. From now on, if you have time, take him more!"
The old monk made arrangements while introducing him, apparently he wanted to hand over this apprentice to Wang Yang.
Wang Yang raised his head to look at the little monk, and saw that he was delicate and handsome, his body faintly about to grow, and he couldn't help but smile wryly, "Old monk, this sage is..."
Where is the monk? This is clearly a little nun.
You are an old monk with a nun, what is it?
If it weren't for Xingzhen's clear and watery eyes, Wang Yang really suspected that the old monk had any bad hobbies.
"This Xingzhen is also a bitter child. There are more than forty people in the family. Yao Tongjuan is forced to death. Lao Na has no choice but to take her with him, but he can't raise a girl in the temple, so he can only I shaved her off and put it here, so that I can talk about the past when I go out occasionally!"
"Brother Wang, the master said that when I have a brother, I don't have to stay in this black hole every day, brother, is the master right?"
Xingzhen's voice is very nice, and her eyes, which are as bright as autumn water, are full of agility and sincerity.
Wang Yang couldn't bear to refuse, and nodded immediately, "Well, the master is right!"
"Great, then when can I go out with brother?"
Xingzhen happily clapped her hands.
"Your brother needs to do something before you can go out. You should prepare something to eat first, and I will tell your brother something!"
The old monk said.
"Great!"
Although Xingzhen is only ten years old, the miserable life makes him self-reliant early, cooking and laundry are all things.
Wang Yang followed the old monk and continued walking inside, his eyes suddenly lit up, "This is..."
"This is my collection of books, but I am a monk. I have a collection of thousands of books, but they have no purpose. Now I have them all for you!"
The old monk said.
Only then did Wang Yang understand the old monk's intention to call him.
The collection of books here is more abundant than that of Mr. Wang. If statistics are used, it can be said that the amount of books here is nearly a hundred times more than that of Mr. Wang.
In ancient times, there was no printed page as developed in modern times, and the cost of books was very high.
The old monk here not only has a collection of books, but also a large number of copybooks and rubbings.
What is Wang Yang's mission to become a book saint!
Although knowledge of books is also needed, calligraphy is even more important.
It is simply too difficult for Wang Yang to work behind closed doors without copying copybooks from rubbings and learning the calligraphy knowledge of his predecessors.
The vast majority of calligraphy in history have learned from the calligraphy of the predecessors, and then slowly grow up. The source of calligraphy is the two kings. The calligraphy of the father and son Wang Xizhi and Wang Xianzhi had a profound influence on later generations. Basically, Su Huang, Mi Cai, etc. drew a lot of nourishment from the calligraphy of the two kings.
Wang Yang is not a god. What he can have today is the system, but the system didn't give him calligraphy skills. Now he can only practice from scratch by himself.
So I lived in the cave unceremoniously, reading books and practicing calligraphy every day.
The old monk would go out occasionally, only to buy some rice, noodles, grains and oil.
Xingzhen gradually grew up and stayed by Wang Yang's side when she was fine, watching Wang Yang read and practice handwriting.
Sometimes Wang Yang would also think, if this cave is a house, and how old Xingzhen is, wouldn’t this be a good story for Hong Xiu Tian Xiang?
When working with great concentration, life flies quickly, and in a blink of an eye, Wang Yang has been in the cave for three years.
For any gate, no matter how many days it takes to execute the task, as long as the task is completed, the real time outside may only be a moment.
So Wang Yang didn't worry that time passed too long, but devoted himself to practicing calligraphy.
In three years, Wang Yang had read all the books in the cave, and he had already practiced the calligraphy copybook many times. But calligraphy has never made progress.
The old monk came into the cave and said, "Wang Yang, it is better to travel thousands of miles to read thousands of books. Now you have your vision and knowledge. The rest is to understand and keep improving."
"Now that you have reached a bottleneck here, it's time to go out and do something!"
Wang Yang nodded, then bid farewell to the old monk and left here with Xingzhen.
Knowing that he would leave sooner or later, Xingzhen also grew her hair. Now three years later, Xingzhen pretends to be Wang Yang's book boy, and walks along the rivers and lakes with Wang Yang.
The days after that were very simple. Wang Yang traveled all over the world, constantly participating in poetry meetings and other gatherings, and gradually gained fame.
He was originally a great historian, and he read so many books from the old monk. His literary level has improved rapidly, and he has left a lot of reputation everywhere.
One year later, Wang Yang returned to his hometown and took the exam.
"Didn't I say that if you want to sign up, you must first learn the handwriting well, but you can't write well. What kind of fame will you take the exam?"
The old talent of the past did not know what relationship was used, and now he is an official at the registration point.
Wang Yang smiled indifferently, took a pen and paper from the side, and wrote his name directly on the registration form.
The simple and vigorous pen stroke surprised all the students who signed up on the spot. This word was simply astonishing.
The old scholar looked embarrassed, and said to himself: "Hmph, I have learned the characters well, but I can't bear it. I can see the despicable character. The old man can't guarantee you. If you want to sign up, you can find someone else to guarantee it!"
Wang Yang shook his head. He didn't want to slap you in the face, but he didn't expect you to take the initiative to send it to the door. In that case, I had no choice but to fulfill you!
He took out a piece of paper from his arms and patted it in front of the old scholar, "Old guy, now is different from the past, do you think you are qualified to protect me with your ability? Look carefully, and protect me. Who are these people!"
The old scholar snorted coldly, stretched out his hand and took the paper, disdainfully said: "Don't think it's great that you can write two strokes of characters. The old man has seen so many candidates, like you are so rampant, I have never mentioned it before! "
His gaze fell on the paper and he swept randomly, suddenly his body trembled violently, and he shouted, "How is this possible!"
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"that power!"
Wang Yang spoke lightly.
Force does not represent power. A person's force is limited after all, but power can make force continuous.
The old monk is powerful, but in the face of a steady stream of power, he will still be defeated.
The two stopped talking. The old monk took Wang Yang and did not move forward, but began to make a detour and slowly walked up the back mountain.
Although the mountain is not high, it is quite steep, like a large boulder on the ground, with steep cliffs everywhere.
The two walked to the depths of the rock wall, and the old monk peeled away the ivy on the cliff, revealing a dark hole.
Going further in, there is gradually light, and then brighter and brighter.
It is impossible for the sun to come in in this cave, but the temple on the mountain is full of incense, and the old monk is not short of money, so a lot of candles are hoarded in the cave.
A ten-year-old little monk emerged from the shadow of the lamp and saluted the old monk, "Master, you are back!"
"Xingzhen, I have seen your brother Wang!"
"I have seen Brother Wang!"
"Wang Yang, this is my disciple. He is ten years old this year. From now on, if you have time, take him more!"
The old monk made arrangements while introducing him, apparently he wanted to hand over this apprentice to Wang Yang.
Wang Yang raised his head to look at the little monk, and saw that he was delicate and handsome, his body faintly about to grow, and he couldn't help but smile wryly, "Old monk, this sage is..."
Where is the monk? This is clearly a little nun.
You are an old monk with a nun, what is it?
If it weren't for Xingzhen's clear and watery eyes, Wang Yang really suspected that the old monk had any bad hobbies.
"This Xingzhen is also a bitter child. There are more than forty people in the family. Yao Tongjuan is forced to death. Lao Na has no choice but to take her with him, but he can't raise a girl in the temple, so he can only I shaved her off and put it here, so that I can talk about the past when I go out occasionally!"
"Brother Wang, the master said that when I have a brother, I don't have to stay in this black hole every day, brother, is the master right?"
Xingzhen's voice is very nice, and her eyes, which are as bright as autumn water, are full of agility and sincerity.
Wang Yang couldn't bear to refuse, and nodded immediately, "Well, the master is right!"
"Great, then when can I go out with brother?"
Xingzhen happily clapped her hands.
"Your brother needs to do something before you can go out. You should prepare something to eat first, and I will tell your brother something!"
The old monk said.
"Great!"
Although Xingzhen is only ten years old, the miserable life makes him self-reliant early, cooking and laundry are all things.
Wang Yang followed the old monk and continued walking inside, his eyes suddenly lit up, "This is..."
"This is my collection of books, but I am a monk. I have a collection of thousands of books, but they have no purpose. Now I have them all for you!"
The old monk said.
Only then did Wang Yang understand the old monk's intention to call him.
The collection of books here is more abundant than that of Mr. Wang. If statistics are used, it can be said that the amount of books here is nearly a hundred times more than that of Mr. Wang.
In ancient times, there was no printed page as developed in modern times, and the cost of books was very high.
The old monk here not only has a collection of books, but also a large number of copybooks and rubbings.
What is Wang Yang's mission to become a book saint!
Although knowledge of books is also needed, calligraphy is even more important.
It is simply too difficult for Wang Yang to work behind closed doors without copying copybooks from rubbings and learning the calligraphy knowledge of his predecessors.
The vast majority of calligraphy in history have learned from the calligraphy of the predecessors, and then slowly grow up. The source of calligraphy is the two kings. The calligraphy of the father and son Wang Xizhi and Wang Xianzhi had a profound influence on later generations. Basically, Su Huang, Mi Cai, etc. drew a lot of nourishment from the calligraphy of the two kings.
Wang Yang is not a god. What he can have today is the system, but the system didn't give him calligraphy skills. Now he can only practice from scratch by himself.
So I lived in the cave unceremoniously, reading books and practicing calligraphy every day.
The old monk would go out occasionally, only to buy some rice, noodles, grains and oil.
Xingzhen gradually grew up and stayed by Wang Yang's side when she was fine, watching Wang Yang read and practice handwriting.
Sometimes Wang Yang would also think, if this cave is a house, and how old Xingzhen is, wouldn’t this be a good story for Hong Xiu Tian Xiang?
When working with great concentration, life flies quickly, and in a blink of an eye, Wang Yang has been in the cave for three years.
For any gate, no matter how many days it takes to execute the task, as long as the task is completed, the real time outside may only be a moment.
So Wang Yang didn't worry that time passed too long, but devoted himself to practicing calligraphy.
In three years, Wang Yang had read all the books in the cave, and he had already practiced the calligraphy copybook many times. But calligraphy has never made progress.
The old monk came into the cave and said, "Wang Yang, it is better to travel thousands of miles to read thousands of books. Now you have your vision and knowledge. The rest is to understand and keep improving."
"Now that you have reached a bottleneck here, it's time to go out and do something!"
Wang Yang nodded, then bid farewell to the old monk and left here with Xingzhen.
Knowing that he would leave sooner or later, Xingzhen also grew her hair. Now three years later, Xingzhen pretends to be Wang Yang's book boy, and walks along the rivers and lakes with Wang Yang.
The days after that were very simple. Wang Yang traveled all over the world, constantly participating in poetry meetings and other gatherings, and gradually gained fame.
He was originally a great historian, and he read so many books from the old monk. His literary level has improved rapidly, and he has left a lot of reputation everywhere.
One year later, Wang Yang returned to his hometown and took the exam.
"Didn't I say that if you want to sign up, you must first learn the handwriting well, but you can't write well. What kind of fame will you take the exam?"
The old talent of the past did not know what relationship was used, and now he is an official at the registration point.
Wang Yang smiled indifferently, took a pen and paper from the side, and wrote his name directly on the registration form.
The simple and vigorous pen stroke surprised all the students who signed up on the spot. This word was simply astonishing.
The old scholar looked embarrassed, and said to himself: "Hmph, I have learned the characters well, but I can't bear it. I can see the despicable character. The old man can't guarantee you. If you want to sign up, you can find someone else to guarantee it!"
Wang Yang shook his head. He didn't want to slap you in the face, but he didn't expect you to take the initiative to send it to the door. In that case, I had no choice but to fulfill you!
He took out a piece of paper from his arms and patted it in front of the old scholar, "Old guy, now is different from the past, do you think you are qualified to protect me with your ability? Look carefully, and protect me. Who are these people!"
The old scholar snorted coldly, stretched out his hand and took the paper, disdainfully said: "Don't think it's great that you can write two strokes of characters. The old man has seen so many candidates, like you are so rampant, I have never mentioned it before! "
His gaze fell on the paper and he swept randomly, suddenly his body trembled violently, and he shouted, "How is this possible!"
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"that power!"Wang Yang spoke lightly.Force does not represent power. A person's force is limited after all, but power can make force continuous.The old monk is powerful, but in the face of a steady stream of power, he will still be defeated.The two stopped talking. The old monk took Wang Yang and did not move forward, but began to make a detour and slowly walked up the back mountain.Although the mountain is not high, it is quite steep, like a large boulder on the ground, with steep cliffs everywhere.The two walked to the depths of the rock wall, and the old monk peeled away the ivy on the cliff, revealing a dark hole.Going further in, there is gradually light, and then brighter and brighter.It is impossible for the sun to come in in this cave, but the temple on the mountain is full of incense, and the old monk is not short of money, so a lot of candles are hoarded in the cave.A ten-year-old little monk emerged from the shadow of the lamp and saluted the old monk, "Master, you are back!""Xingzhen, I have seen your brother Wang!""I have seen Brother Wang!""Wang Yang, this is my disciple. He is ten years old this year. From now on, if you have time, take him more!"The old monk made arrangements while introducing him, apparently he wanted to hand over this apprentice to Wang Yang.Wang Yang raised his head to look at the little monk, and saw that he was delicate and handsome, his body faintly about to grow, and he couldn't help but smile wryly, "Old monk, this sage is..."Where is the monk? This is clearly a little nun.You are an old monk with a nun, what is it?If it weren't for Xingzhen's clear and watery eyes, Wang Yang really suspected that the old monk had any bad hobbies."This Xingzhen is also a bitter child. There are more than forty people in the family. Yao Tongjuan is forced to death. Lao Na has no choice but to take her with him, but he can't raise a girl in the temple, so he can only I shaved her off and put it here, so that I can talk about the past when I go out occasionally!""Brother Wang, the master said that when I have a brother, I don't have to stay in this black hole every day, brother, is the master right?"Xingzhen's voice is very nice, and her eyes, which are as bright as autumn water, are full of agility and sincerity.Wang Yang couldn't bear to refuse, and nodded immediately, "Well, the master is right!""Great, then when can I go out with brother?"Xingzhen happily clapped her hands."Your brother needs to do something before you can go out. You should prepare something to eat first, and I will tell your brother something!"The old monk said."Great!"Although Xingzhen is only ten years old, the miserable life makes him self-reliant early, cooking and laundry are all things.Wang Yang followed the old monk and continued walking inside, his eyes suddenly lit up, "This is...""This is my collection of books, but I am a monk. I have a collection of thousands of books, but they have no purpose. Now I have them all for you!"The old monk said.Only then did Wang Yang understand the old monk's intention to call him.The collection of books here is more abundant than that of Mr. Wang. If statistics are used, it can be said that the amount of books here is nearly a hundred times more than that of Mr. Wang.In ancient times, there was no printed page as developed in modern times, and the cost of books was very high.The old monk here not only has a collection of books, but also a large number of copybooks and rubbings.What is Wang Yang's mission to become a book saint!Although knowledge of books is also needed, calligraphy is even more important.It is simply too difficult for Wang Yang to work behind closed doors without copying copybooks from rubbings and learning the calligraphy knowledge of his predecessors.The vast majority of calligraphy in history have learned from the calligraphy of the predecessors, and then slowly grow up. The source of calligraphy is the two kings. The calligraphy of the father and son Wang Xizhi and Wang Xianzhi had a profound influence on later generations. Basically, Su Huang, Mi Cai, etc. drew a lot of nourishment from the calligraphy of the two kings.Wang Yang is not a god. What he can have today is the system, but the system didn't give him calligraphy skills. Now he can only practice from scratch by himself.So I lived in the cave unceremoniously, reading books and practicing calligraphy every day.The old monk would go out occasionally, only to buy some rice, noodles, grains and oil.Xingzhen gradually grew up and stayed by Wang Yang's side when she was fine, watching Wang Yang read and practice handwriting.Sometimes Wang Yang would also think, if this cave is a house, and how old Xingzhen is, wouldn't this be a good story for Hong Xiu Tian Xiang?When working with great concentration, life flies quickly, and in a blink of an eye, Wang Yang has been in the cave for three years.For any gate, no matter how many days it takes to execute the task, as long as the task is completed, the real time outside may only be a moment.So Wang Yang didn't worry that time passed too long, but devoted himself to practicing calligraphy.In three years, Wang Yang had read all the books in the cave, and he had already practiced the calligraphy copybook many times. But calligraphy has never made progress.The old monk came into the cave and said, "Wang Yang, it is better to travel thousands of miles to read thousands of books. Now you have your vision and knowledge. The rest is to understand and keep improving.""Now that you have reached a bottleneck here, it's time to go out and do something!"Wang Yang nodded, then bid farewell to the old monk and left here with Xingzhen.Knowing that he would leave sooner or later, Xingzhen also grew her hair. Now three years later, Xingzhen pretends to be Wang Yang's book boy, and walks along the rivers and lakes with Wang Yang.The days after that were very simple. Wang Yang traveled all over the world, constantly participating in poetry meetings and other gatherings, and gradually gained fame.He was originally a great historian, and he read so many books from the old monk. His literary level has improved rapidly, and he has left a lot of reputation everywhere.One year later, Wang Yang returned to his hometown and took the exam."Didn't I say that if you want to sign up, you must first learn the handwriting well, but you can't write well. What kind of fame will you take the exam?"The old talent of the past did not know what relationship was used, and now he is an official at the registration point.Wang Yang smiled indifferently, took a pen and paper from the side, and wrote his name directly on the registration form.The simple and vigorous pen stroke surprised all the students who signed up on the spot. This word was simply astonishing.The old scholar looked embarrassed, and said to himself: "Hmph, I have learned the characters well, but I can't bear it. I can see the despicable character. The old man can't guarantee you. If you want to sign up, you can find someone else to guarantee it!"Wang Yang shook his head. He didn't want to slap you in the face, but he didn't expect you to take the initiative to send it to the door. In that case, I had no choice but to fulfill you!He took out a piece of paper from his arms and patted it in front of the old scholar, "Old guy, now is different from the past, do you think you are qualified to protect me with your ability? Look carefully, and protect me. Who are these people!"The old scholar snorted coldly, stretched out his hand and took the paper, disdainfully said: "Don't think it's great that you can write two strokes of characters. The old man has seen so many candidates, like you are so rampant, I have never mentioned it before! "His gaze fell on the paper and he swept randomly, suddenly his body trembled violently, and he shouted, "How is this possible!"I like God-level system: Invincible starts with a courtyard house. Please collect it: novelhall.com God-level system: Invincible starts from a courtyard house. The literature is updated the fastest.
