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"Brother, what kind of fist are you practicing? Why haven't I seen it before?" Luo Qing asked blankly with a big knife.

"Tai Chi!"

"Tai Chi? Taoist?"

This time it was Luo Xin's turn and he looked stunned. He didn't expect Luo Qing to know Tai Chi, and he also knew that he came from Taoism. The Luo family is indeed a martial arts family! But the elder brother, who is only eleven years old, has such sharp eyesight.

"Yes." Luo Xin nodded and said, "Brother, how do you know that this is Taoist?"

"I heard from my dad that a new Taoist school has appeared now. I remember what my dad said was Tai Chi. But I think it was soft and powerless." Luo Qing curled his lips, looking very despised.

Luo Xin shook his head and chuckled. Although he was not proficient in Tai Chi, he had seen real Tai Chi people and knew that Tai Chi could not only hit people, but also was very powerful. However, Luo Xin's level at this time was not even an entry-level, but it just played a role in physical exercise.

He didn't explain to his elder brother, and walked towards the house and said, "Brother, stop practicing, if you practice again, you will be hungry again."

"I'll practice for a while."

The elder brother's voice came from behind. Luo Xin shook his head and walked into the room. He set the fire and cooked a pot of water by himself. He scrubbed his body with half a pot of water, left the elder brother with half a pot of water, and then returned to the west wing to pick up the quill and start copying the article again.

Dawn.

Luo Xin and Luo Qing had already finished the morning exercise in the yard. Luo Qing practiced Guan Dao and Luo Xin practiced Tai Chi. After sweating, the two of them returned to the house to scrub. After breakfast, Luo Xin walked towards the school with a bookcase on his back.

This time when Luo Xin entered the school again, the eleven little friends looked at him with different eyes. They no longer looked like yesterday's contempt, disdain and sarcastic eyes, but became a little complicated. Yesterday, Luo Xin was able to recite the Three Character Classics with only one teacher, which made them begin to doubt the rumors in the village. Just reciting the Three Character Classics cannot make them completely disbelief of yesterday's rumors. After all, there are only three scholars in the village, one is Zhang Xun's father, Zhang Shu, the second is Lin Chang, the teacher of the school, and the third is Luo Xin's uncle Luo Zhi.

Although Luo Xin said in the school yesterday that his uncle only taught his son Luo Wen twenty-eight words, but who knows whether Luo Zhi had taught Luo Zhi alone before?

When Zhang Xun saw Luo Xin, his eyes lit up. As soon as Luo Xin sat down, he asked urgently:

"Have you made a quill?

Luo Xin did not answer, but instead looked at Zhang Xun up and down. Zhang Xun was so scared that he was looking at Luo Xin and asked weakly:

"What are you looking at?"

Luo Xin nodded with relief and said, "Fortunately, you didn't get beaten."

"You're just beaten!" Zhang Xun rolled his eyes, but then said seriously: "But my father already knows this, and I reported to my father. My father said that as long as you can really make a quill, you will not only forgive me for plucking my goose feathers, but also allow you to pluck my goose feathers at any time. If you can't make a quill, not only will I be punished, but my father will also complain to your mother."

Luo Xin rolled his eyes: "Why are you exposed?"

Zhang Xun said seriously: "The most sincere is the way, and the most benevolence is the virtue."

Zhang Xun knew that this was from a famous saying written by Su Shi in "Myth" which means to regard the greatest integrity and the purest benevolence as morality. He couldn't help but feel respect for the sincerestness of this era. A bright smile appeared on his face and said:

"Don't worry, Ji Bu Chongyi, I, Luo Xin, are also the most trusted person."

While speaking, he took out a quill from the bookcase and handed it to Zhang Xun. Zhang Xun took the quill and his eyes lit up:

"How beautiful!"

The remaining ten friends also surrounded him with a "huh" and asked in a chattering voice: "What is this?"

"quill!"

"Bi? Is this a pen? Can you write?"

"Nonsense! Is it called a pen that can't be written?" Zhang Xun looked proud, but then he changed his face: "Luo Xin, how do you use this pen?"

"That's it!" Luo Xin took the pen from Zhang Xun's hand: "Hold the pen like this and then dip it in ink, and you can write."

"I'll try!"

Zhang Xun snatched the quill, imitated Luo Xin to hold the pen clumsyly, dipped it in ink, and wrote it on the paper. After just writing a few words, the friend next to him laughed:

"Brother Xun, this handwriting is so ugly, hahaha..."

Zhang Xun put down his pen with a frustration and looked at Luo Xin and said, "Just let my father see the words you wrote, I still have to punish me, and I still have to go to complain to you and your mother."

Luo Xin looked at him with contempt, snatched the quill pen, and wrote "Yingge" on the paper. The friends around him were shocked at that time.

"so good……"

"cough……"

A cough sounded outside the school, and the friends scattered and returned to their seats quickly, holding the book and shaking their heads. Zhang Xun quickly put the geese into the book box, and also put away the "Ying Geese" written by Luo Xin with the geese. Then he also picked up a book and shaking his head and chanted it, which made Luo Xin laugh.

Lin Chang walked into the school, glanced at the school child majesticly, then sat on the chair and spoke lightly:

"Luo Xin."

"exist."

"recite."

"Yes!" Luo Xin began to recite the Three Character Classic with a calm expression: "A man is born with good nature..."

Without a pause, Luo Xin recited the Three Character Classic from beginning to end without a single word. The friends in the school were shocked again.

Lin Chang looked at Luo Xin calmly, but his heart was extremely uneasy. At this time, he had already thought that Luo Xin was a magical power that was rare in a century. Even if Luo Zhi had taught Luo Xin, it would be absolutely not easy to recite the Three-character Classic at the age of eight. He said in his heart:

"Let's see if you have learned it. If you really haven't lie, it's really a pity. I'll give me a child prodigy. I will put all my efforts into teaching you to become a talent."

"Okay!" In the end, Lin Chang praised Luo Xin, but then said: "Tomorrow, you will be able to write the entire chapter of the Three Character Classic."

"Yes, sir."

Luo Xin responded lightly, but the friends around him stuck out their tongues together. Among these eleven schoolchildren, Zhang Xun is the oldest, now twelve years old, and is the only one who has started to learn the Analects of Confucius. There are also two eleven-year-old boys studying the Thousand Character Classics, and the rest are learning the Three-Character Classics and the Hundred Family Names. So they are very surprised by Luo Xin's learning speed.

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