Chapter 54: Qi Tai's Secret
When the princes and grandchildren in the main hall heard that there was something exciting to watch, they immediately put down their books and turned around to look.
Zhu Yunhuan picked up the pen under the teasing gazes of the crowd and had just written two words on the paper when Qi Tai stopped him again.
"stop!"
"Your Highness, the way you hold the pen is wrong!"
"Hold the pen like I do, with the tip of the pen hanging naturally and your palm empty, as if you are holding an egg..."
When Qi Tai said this, he immediately picked up the pen and started writing on the paper. Not only was his writing speed very fast, but what was even more rare was that his handwriting was elegant and beautiful, with an indescribable beauty.
As the saying goes, an expert can tell whether something is good or not with just one look.
Qi Tai tried his hand at it and not only intimidated Zhu Yunhuan, but also shocked the princes and grandchildren who were watching the fun on the side.
"Mr. Qi, your handwriting is very good. It has the style of Wang Xizhi!"
"It's just so-so. It's just a trivial skill, not worth mentioning. Hahaha..."
Qi Tai spoke modestly, but his face was full of pride and complacency.
Although he was not famous for his calligraphy, his attainments in calligraphy were praised by the Emperor, so he was quite proud of his calligraphy.
After Qi Tai smiled complacently, he looked at Zhu Yunhuan with interest.
"Your Highness, Third Grandson, what do you think of my handwriting?"
"Mr. Qi, I don't understand calligraphy, so I really can't tell whether it's good or bad. But I'm really surprised by the speed at which you write. Can calligraphy be written so fast?"
When the other princes heard Zhu Yunhuan's words, their eyes lit up.
Their experiences were similar to Zhu Yunhuan's. They were often punished by their teacher and Old Zhu to do homework, and they were exhausted every time.
If they could write as fast and well as Mr. Qi, wouldn't they have more time to play?
When Qi Tai saw that Zhu Yunhuan was only focusing on the word "fast", he knew what he was thinking.
"certainly!"
"The reason why I was able to win the title of Jieyuan in Yingtian Prefecture is because I answered the questions quickly enough, leaving everyone else behind, hahahaha..."
Qi Tai made a joke and then looked at Zhu Yunhuan.
"Do you want to learn?"
Upon hearing this, Zhu Yunhuan nodded like a chick pecking at rice.
Qi Tai's skill is really useful. He spent half the night writing yesterday and only wrote 500 words.
However, they only need to write a few strokes and dozens of words will appear on the paper. They write quickly and well.
"Mr. Qi taught me, I want to learn this!"
The royal heirs who were watching the fun on the sidelines also joined in the fun.
“We want to learn too!”
When Qi Tai saw that everyone wanted to learn it, a sly smile flashed across his face.
"It's rare that the princes are so eager to learn, so let's learn together!"
"As for whether you can learn it, or to what extent you can learn it, it all depends on how hard you work!"
After Qi Tai said this, he grabbed Zhu Yunhuan's hand and used his hand to demonstrate to everyone.
"Everyone, pay attention!"
“When writing, the idea should come before the pen. Before you finish writing the previous word, you should have the next few words in your mind. And when you write, don’t think about the strokes or the order, but use your mind to move the pen…”
"As the saying goes, the shape of a character is the result of thought. If you have thoughts in your mind, your writing will naturally be inspired..."
"When writing, the Qi moves spontaneously, and the hands, eyes, and body move with the Qi. From then on, the ink, brush movement, and line changes can be completed in one go , just like flowing water, and everything will come naturally..."
"This is Xinliu calligraphy, and it is Mr. Ben's secret that he never passed on to others!"
After hearing this, others hurried to try it on the table.
However, no matter how they imitated, they could not write as smoothly and fluently as Qi Tai.
However, when they turned to look at Zhu Yunhuan and saw that he also looked confused, they suddenly felt a lot more balanced.
It seems that Mr. Qi did not hide his knowledge, and his grandson did not learn it either!
Zhu Yunhuan indeed didn't learn it. Qi Tai said a lot, but he could understand only a few words.
There are many mysterious things that are beyond his ability to comprehend.
"Mr. Qi, what you said is too difficult. I can't do it when I write!"
When others heard Zhu Yunhuan's complaints, they quickly nodded in agreement.
"yes!"
"This is totally different from what you said. Qi and intention are completely nonsense!"
Qi Tai already knew that they couldn't learn it, and he couldn't help but laugh when he heard them complaining.
"You have to practice hard to understand the true meaning of flow calligraphy."
When the royal heirs heard this, they immediately asked with anticipation.
"Then Mr. Qi, how long do we have to practice to reach your level?"
Qi Tai stroked his beard and pretended to think about it.
"Not too fast. If you write a thousand words every day for three to five years, you will naturally be able to do it. Hahahaha."
When everyone heard this, they realized that they had been tricked by Mr. Qi, and there was a burst of booing.
Only Zhu Yunhuan did not join the crowd in making a fuss. He thought of something else.
Since I can recite books while dreaming, can I also practice calligraphy?
It’s just that “Meng Ru Shen Ji” is currently uncontrollable, and I don’t know when I can dream of this scene.
If you master the magical skill of "flow writing", you won't be afraid of old man Zhu making things difficult for you!
Qi Tai was just teasing Zhu Yunhuan on a whim. Now everyone looked disappointed except Zhu Yunhuan, who was holding the brush with a thoughtful look on his face. This surprised him a little.
This kid seems quite smart. He wouldn't really believe the nonsense about Xinliu Calligraphy, right?
Since ancient times, hard work is the path to success. If you don't use up hundreds of pens, how can you become a good calligrapher?
However, Qi Tai quickly put the matter out of his mind because it was lunch time and he had to hurry to Wenhua Hall to eat.
At noon, Zhu Gui, Zhu Zhi, and Zhu Yunhuan sat at the same table again. However, halfway through the meal, there was a small incident. Old Zhu felt sorry for his grandson and sent someone to bring him a few more dishes.
Zhu Yunhuan looked at the fried pork with bamboo shoots sent by Old Zhu and felt that the old man must have done it on purpose!
Zhu Gui and Zhu Zhi couldn't help laughing when they saw the dish of fried bamboo shoots with meat.
Seeing that the two dared to laugh at him, Zhu Yunhuan immediately put the dish in front of himself. No matter whether the two people told him explicitly or implicitly, he would not share the dish with them and just ate it alone in silence.
It was not until the two men apologized that he shared the food with them, which caused them to call him petty.
After lunch, Zhu Yunhuan declined his friends' invitation to play together, returned to the main hall alone, and fell asleep on the table.
He wanted to try to see if he could dream about Xinliu calligraphy. Even if he couldn't dream about that, it wouldn't be a loss if he dreamed about chemistry, mathematics or the like. At least he could make some contribution to the four modernizations of the Ming Dynasty.
Just as his consciousness was becoming blurred, he suddenly entered the dream space again, and a copy of the Analects of Confucius suddenly appeared before him.
Because of his previous experience, he flipped through the pages calmly this time until he had memorized the entire Analects, and then the Analects disappeared.
However, unlike in the past, this time he did not exit the dream directly, but saw a phantom writing in front of him.
He looked carefully and found that this person was Qi Tai.
In the dream, Qi Tai didn't say a word, he just kept writing, writing, and writing...
Zhu Yunhuan watched for a while and tried to practice. Unconsciously, he felt that his writing became smoother and more comfortable. He even felt a great pleasure after writing a long piece of calligraphy.
Just when he wanted to shout to the sky and express the joy in his heart, he suddenly felt a light in front of his eyes and he had woken up from his dream.
Returning to reality, Zhu Yunhuan immediately spread out the paper and wrote according to the scene in his dream.
He wrote a few lines in one go without any sense of sluggishness.
Not only has the speed increased to an incredible level, but the handwriting has also become countless times better than before, and is not inferior to Qi Tai's!
"I learned it. I finally learned it. Hahaha!"
Zhu Yunxun's laughter attracted everyone's attention, even Qi Tai, who had just returned from dinner in Wenhua Hall, was attracted.
"Zhu Yunxun, what have you learned?"
"Mr. Qi!"
"I have learned the Xinliu calligraphy you just taught me!"
When Qi Tai heard this, he was so frightened that he almost fell to the ground.
"What did you say?"
"You said you really mastered the Xinliu calligraphy?"
