"That's right."

Lin Yi looked at Wenshu's quiet eyebrows and smiled: "For girls, reading more books written by men can broaden their horizons and improve their situation, but it also lacks talent, emotion, and fun."

"Talent, love, interest? Where is it?"

After hearing Lin Yi's praise, the clerk was a little proud, but the shortcomings pointed out by Lin Yi made her look confused.

Feng Laiyi and others were all curious and looked at Lin Yi.

Lin Yi smiled and explained: "The so-called talent, emotion, and interest. There are different explanations for different people. For example, for the chef, side dishes, cooking, and reading recipes are her fun. For playing the piano, playing the piano to express thoughts and looking at the scenery is a kind of emotion. For Yiqiu, playing games and meditation are a kind of talent."

"So, as a girl, don't be too deliberate or obsessed when reading. Sometimes haste often fails to reach. While reading, find your own fun, feel your feelings, share your talents, and enjoy it. I think this is what scholars should look like."

The document suddenly fell into deep thought.

Originally, reading and understanding the books written by her great husband with her daughter was the most proud thing in her life. However, today, she suddenly felt a little confused when she heard Lin Yi’s shortcomings in her reading.

After a moment of silence, Lin Yi said to her: "Let's do this, I'll give you a word today. You go back and watch it carefully, and copy it every day. It won't take long, and you will definitely understand my intention."

The clerk was slightly stunned and hadn't reacted yet.

Feng Laiyi laughed and said, "What are you doing when you are stupid? Do you know that Lin Sheng's word is priceless. Not long ago, when I was a teacher, I realized that the words Lin Sheng gave me were a few words. I felt something and caught the opportunity to achieve enlightenment, so that I could break through the barriers of the dusty realm that had been covered for many years and become a saint."

After hearing Feng Laiyi's words, Wenshu was immediately overjoyed and immediately bowed to Lin Yi and said, "The document thanks Lin Yi for giving the gift."

After saying that, she immediately ran to the desk and began to grind.

Meilan, Zhuju and others were all envious of the documents.

Especially Zhu Ju, she saw with her own eyes the ink words Lin Yi gave to her master. Soon after, the master proved the saint. It is no exaggeration to say that Lin Yi's words are priceless treasures.

The women were under the attention of the attention.

Lin Yi picked up the brush, dipped it ink, and wrote the word "Character" on the rice paper.

This is the character "Yong", which covers all strokes and stroke orders. It is known as the first of a hundred characters and is a character that scholars practice most frequently.

The word Lin Yi wrote looked dull, but after watching it for a while, he suddenly realized that there was a mystery in the word.

The clerk quickly thanked Lin Yi, carefully rolled up the rice paper, and put it in the space ring.

At this time, even Feng Laiyi was a little jealous of the documents, because she could see that the word Lin Yi wrote was more profound and profound than the few words he gave her at the time.

In a moment of thought, she figured out what was going on.

When Lin Yi gave her the name, Lin Yi had not yet attained enlightenment.

Lin Yi has now attained enlightenment and saint, and the saint he has attained is still a masterpiece of martial saint who has never been before. The words he wrote now must be more profound than before.

Feng Laiyi suddenly made up her mind. After Lin Yi finished guiding these apprentices, he wanted to lock Lin Yi in the house and must write some fine calligraphy for her.

Next, Feng Laiyi introduced her last apprentice to Lin Yi, the little apprentice was picturesque.

If you wear a snow-white long skirt, you will be tall, curvy, and have outstanding temperament. Even among Feng Laiyi’s seven disciples, he has the best appearance.

This is also Feng Laiyi's favorite disciple.

But this disciple is not as lively and cheerful as Zhu Ju. Sometimes he is even so fond of Feng Laiyi in front of Feng Laiyi.

The painting-like temperament is dull and doesn't like to talk much. Even when you smile, it gives people a feeling of being as plain as water.

Moreover, Ruhua is very unsociable. She has always been alone, practices like this, and is also like this when dealing with people and people.

"Go to Lin Sheng like a painting."

Under Feng Laiyi's recommendation, Ruhua came out of the crowd, came to Lin Yi, and bowed to pay tribute.

“No need to be polite.”

Lin Yi said: "Previously, I heard from Sister Yi that among her seven disciples, they all have unique skills. Since your name is Ruhua, you will naturally have some experience in painting. Then draw a painting on the spot and let's observe it together."

"After the Holy Word of the Lin."

Ruhua bowed gently to Lin Yi, stood up straight, with a calm expression on her face and said, "I'm so ugly."

After saying that, her hands danced gently in the air.

In an instant, a snow-white crane flew out from her hands, spreading its wings and flapping its wings high.

Immediately afterwards, a towering mountain appeared in front of everyone. On the top of the mountain, a white flying flow down three thousand feet, suspected to be a Milky Way falling to the sky.

"Okay, not bad."

Lin Yi smiled and said, "It is rare to use his own vitality as his brush, his hands as his brush, and his void as his canvas to draw a picture of mountains stretching out, waterfalls and springs, cranes dancing, and beasts competing."

"Thanks to Lin Sheng for the praise."

Ruhua's movements in her hands remained constantly, but instead danced faster.

In the void, mountains are undulating, walls stand thousands of feet high, rivers are surging, rivers are surging, and rivers are surging. A series of beautiful and magnificent pictures appear in the void, making people feel as if they are in the scene.

It was the first time Feng Laiyi saw her beloved disciple painting with her vitality and drawing such a beautiful scenery. She was fascinated by the moment.

Meilan, bamboo chrysanthemum, kitchen scent, play the piano, Yiqiu, Wenshu and others, even unexpectedly, the young junior sister who is usually taciturn actually has such a way. They were shocked and were also obsessed with the pictures in the void.

At this time, her pretty face, which was as fair as jade, gradually became a little red. She used her energy with all her strength to draw this painting that transcends the sky and the earth, and her body began to feel a little overwhelmed.

However, she is an extremely strong woman. At the last moment, the most magnificent picture has not been shown yet. How could she give up halfway?

So she continued to dance with her hands, and a bright sea of ​​stars suddenly appeared in the void.

The stars are like adornments, the dazzling sea of ​​stars, and the mountains, mountains, lakes and rivers below are complemented by a magnificent and grand aesthetic painting.

Finally, the painting is over.

Ruhua's delicate body trembled slightly, her vitality was exhausted, and her back was soaked with cold sweat, but no matter what, the scroll in her heart was finally finished.

She couldn't help but breathe a long sigh.
Chapter completed!