What caught my eye was a thin old man who looked like a dead person, with a shabby monk's robe hanging casually on his body. Although he was in his seventies, his tiger eyes were embarrassed and magnificent. At this moment, he was looking at Chen Hao with a smile on his face, and nodding at Chen Hao with his gray beard.

Forehead……

When Chen Hao saw the old man beside him, he couldn't help but be stunned, and thought that this uncle must be Master Yuanjue, so he bowed respectfully: "Disciple has seen Master!"

The old monk smiled and looked at Chen Hao up and down without saying a word. After a moment, he said, "Young donor wants to learn the calligraphy of my monk?"

“That’s right!”

"In this way, the little donor is a person who loves calligraphy. I am a monk who asks the little donor, what is calligraphy?" The old monk asked Chen Hao with great intention.

What is calligraphy? This old monk asked Chen Hao. Chen Hao has always been learning calligraphy for his preferences. If he asked what calligraphy is, Chen Hao really doesn't know how particular the word calligraphy is. Chen Hao was stunned for a long time, but still didn't know how to answer this question.

When the old monk saw Chen Hao in a difficult position, he smiled and said, "Following the donor's temperament, he should be a talented man with fame and fortune in all worlds. However, do you study hard on the books of sages and learn the calligraphy of famous masters with art and elegance, but you don't know the fundamentals of calligraphy?"

"Disciple is ashamed, I hope you can ask the master for advice!" Chen Hao lowered his head and sighed ashamed and bowed to praise him.

When the old monk saw that Chen Hao was humble, he nodded and said, "Sound cannot be transmitted in different places, but remains in different times, so the words are born. Words are the traces of meaning and sound. Words are passed down to the world and are particularly popular in calligraphy. When calligraphy is written, there are laws, laws and regulations, and natural rules..."

There is a law when writing, there is a law when it comes to moderation, and it is natural... Chen Hao kept silently chanting these twelve words. This was the first time he heard someone have such an opinion about calligraphy. Chen Hao gradually realized a lot, and then raised his head and looked at the old monk in surprise and asked: "The master's meaning is that the calligraphy seems to be inactive as if it is too extreme, but the mind and mind have different laws and regulations?"

"Instead of copying the body of a famous artist, but I don't know who was the body of a famous artist before? Therefore, both form and spirit can be natural, and then it will be a one-piece..." The old monk nodded and smiled, very satisfied with Chen Hao's understanding of the old monk.

When Chen Hao heard this, the mist that had accumulated a long time in his heart finally dissipated. So he gave a deep gift again: "Disciple has been taught!" However, what Chen Hao didn't know was that just these few words of gold and jade made him the number one calligrapher of ancient and modern times pursued by the world ten years later.

The old monk looked at Chen Hao with deep meaning and said slowly: "I am so careful instructing you, I wonder if the little donor is willing to worship me as my teacher?"

Chen Hao was stunned when he heard this. Why did he become a disciple as he said this? Chen Hao did not dare to make a fuss, so he asked very politely: "Disciple Chen Hao, I don't know the master's name is..."

"When people get old, they don't have a good memory. Could it be that what they have just passed on is not enough to be your mentor?" the old monk asked with interest.

Forehead……

Chen Hao thought about it, he was here to learn. Since he wanted to become a disciple, he would worship him. So he knelt down and said, "Disciple devoted himself to learning calligraphy. Master, please accept three prayers!"

"Haha, since I have accepted you as my disciple, I will naturally not treat you unfairly..." The old monk nodded and laughed softly.

The old monk looked at Chen Hao in thick clothes and linen outfit and asked, "For the master, my disciple's steps are light, which shows that the donor's martial arts foundation is quite good. I don't know what the disciple's martial arts meant?" The old monk changed very quickly. As soon as Chen Hao finished his apprenticeship, the old monk regarded himself as his master.

Today, Chen Hao and the other two changed their clothes to fulfill their wishes at Shaolin Temple. Lin Yueyao and the other two were dressed as men, while Chen Hao was dressed in thick clothes and linen and dressed as a poor scholar. The thin thread used just outside the Zen room was connected by a few threads of silk threads drawn from the corner of the clothes.

When Chen Hao saw the old monk asking about this, he responded respectfully: "The master is too honorable. If the disciple reports to the master, the disciple will be in a prosperous Tang Dynasty, I wonder if the master thinks that the disciple is too crazy?"

The reason why Chen Hao was so calm was that the old monk in front of him was a great monk. Besides, the old monk lived in Shaolin Temple without caring about worldly affairs, and it would be okay to be his master even if he talked about it.

When the old monk heard this, his eyes suddenly opened wide, but then he returned to a calm smile and said, "I have lived in seclusion here for thirty years. Although I am isolated from the world, I am concerned about the country. Now my Tang Dynasty is surrounded by enemies, but it is a misfortune of the country. I have not had many days to become a disciple now, and it is considered a fate in my previous life..."

"Master..." Chen Hao couldn't help but feel respect when he heard the old monk's words. This hidden monk actually cared so much about the people of the world.

The cool breeze at night made the already broken Zen room much colder, but it did not bring any coolness to Chen Hao. Instead, Chen Hao's blood was even more excited when talking to the old monk.

It turned out that this old monk, who was over 70 years old, was Li Yan, the famous general of the late Tang Dynasty. If Chen Hao respected the two most in his understanding of the famous generals in the late Tang Dynasty, then the father and son Li Sheng and Li Yan. Li Sheng was extremely brave in his life, and his achievements were no less than those of the middle Tang generals such as Guo Ziyi and Li Guangbi. Later, Li Sheng was ordered to establish five temples and welcomed the honor of "a family favored the Holy Dynasty and four generations pursued glory in Youli".

Although his son Li Jun was not as good as his father's military achievements, he was also a powerful general at the time. Among the typical examples of winning with fewer victory, there was a brilliant stroke of Li Jun. "The hanging army attacked and killed, and then lived." This means that Li Jun attacked Caizhou at snowy night.

However, Li Su's achievements were naturally taken care of by the emperor, so they were suspicious and restrained. Soon, Li Su died of serious illness in Luoyang at the age of 49. Chen Hao originally thought that he was born during the reign of Emperor Xuanzong and had no chance to see the famous general Li Su's favor. However, he did not expect that in this small Zen room tonight, he was a rare famous general in the late Tang Dynasty.

Now Li Xu is nineteen years old and no longer as brave as he was back then. However, Chen Hao could vaguely see his spirit and glory from his eyes. It seems that Li Xu pretended to die to be the Li family to avoid the emperor's concern. The two talked until dawn, and Chen Hao benefited a lot overnight and had a deeper understanding of calligraphy.

Chen Hao studied calligraphy with Li Yan for three days in a row, and studied calligraphy alone at night. The three-day achievement has already made Chen Hao's calligraphy achievement qualitatively leap compared to before.

In the morning of the fourth day, Chen Hao still habitually came to the meditation room of the courtyard, preparing to ask Li Xu again about calligraphy issues. However, as soon as he entered the courtyard, he saw Li Xu standing by the dilapidated pavilion.

"Master..." Chen Hao came closer and said softly.

"There is not much time, I hope you don't let your teacher down..." Li Xu did not go to see Chen Hao, but muttered to himself.
Chapter completed!