The girl responded obediently, turned around and walked towards the study room, took out a thick stack of paper with words and walked back. My uncle compared and looked at me seriously, then raised his head and looked at me. "Come here, write a few more words and let me see."

I could only walk to the desk honestly, picked up a pen and wrote a few words, and then heard my uncle inhaling like a toothache. "Wuji, why are your words so different from the past?"

"In the past, you were good at official script, but now what you wrote is somewhat similar to Weibei, but not very similar. This..." My uncle almost hit the paper with his eyes. "This is really... someone, um... forget it, are these all you wrote these days?" My uncle was a little excited, um, his hands were trembling, and his beard began to tremble, which scared me and the girl.

My little heart was beating wildly at this moment, mainly because I couldn't figure out what my uncle was excited about after seeing this master's calligraphy. I nodded tremblingly, and next to me, the girl nodded vigorously: "Yes, it was all written by my brother."

"Well, wait, I'll come when I go." My uncle threw me over like a piece of garbage. Uh, it should be Changsun Wuji's handbook aside, and then carefully stacked the one I just wrote with the paper that I had practiced calligraphy these days, and rushed out of the study.

I don’t quite understand what my uncle wants to do with this young master’s handwriting. Could it be that my uncle is also a crazy fan of Yan Zhenqing and Yan Dada?

Uh... I carefully poked my sister on the shoulder. "Good girl asks you something."

"What's wrong?" asked the girl who seemed to have not yet come back to her senses from her uncle's changes.

"Do you know Yan Zhenqing? He is a great calligrapher with great calligraphy." This young master has never been a fan of Yan Zhenqing. Back then, my father was driven to the shelves and had to learn his style of calligraphy. I just vaguely knew that he should be from the Tang Dynasty. I just don't know whether it was the early Tang Dynasty, the middle Tang Dynasty or the late Tang Dynasty. I had to ask the girl first, so as to save time for this guy to come to my house to ask for copyright fees.

"Yan Zhenqing?" The girl blinked her big eyes and shook her head with certainty. "I haven't heard of it. I know that the calligraphers of the Qin Dynasty include Li Si, Cheng Miao, Hu Wujing, Shi You of the Han Dynasty, Zhang Zhi, Cai Yong, Cui Yuan, Zhong Yao, Wei Ji, Huang Xiang... and Ouyang Xun and Yu Shinan of this dynasty. But I have never heard of Yan Zhenqing." My sister seemed to know all about calligraphers. I have heard of these people, but I don't have a deep impression of them. However, Cai Yong, a chess-like figure who appeared many times in the Three Kingdoms. I still remembered it very deeply, but I didn't expect that this guy was also a calligrapher.

"Are you sure?" I said a little worried. I am very glad that I learned Yan style rather than Ou style. Otherwise, I would have bumped into Ouyang Xun, the inventor of Ou style. Wouldn't this young master be the opposite of showing off?

"Well, very sure." The girl nodded vigorously, and the bun on her head swayed with her movements, which was particularly cute.

"That's good, it's okay." Well, it seems that in the future, there will be no more Yan's body, but Changsun body, hahahaha...

"Brother, why are you laughing at?" The girl poked her finger with her finger, her eyes full of worry and helplessness.

"Uh, nothing, I'm thinking about why my uncle is so excited?" He quickly expressed his expression seriously. Well, although I am still quite confident in my calligraphy, I believe that I have practiced hard for more than ten years, and I have achieved the essence of Yan Zhenqing and Yan Dada. However, I don't know if I can get into the eyes of the ancients of this era.

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In less than an hour, a servant came to call my sister and I to the house where my uncle was. When my sister and I entered the house, we saw in the hall where my uncle was spitting at a piece of paper full of words flying across the street. My mother sat aside with joyful expressions, holding the same piece of paper in her hand. Uh, it seemed that they were all my master's manuscripts.

"Wuji, Guanyin maid, come here quickly. Unexpectedly, in just a few days, my son gave my mother a big surprise." Seeing me and the girl, a big smile appeared on her face, and I and the girl who rushed to the door waved to the door.

I saw my mother first, and then I greeted my uncle who was wiping the foam on the corner of my mouth. Before I could sit down, my uncle came over and handed one of the papers to me: "Wuji, is this what you wrote at the beginning?"

"My uncle's eyes really look like a torch. This was what Wuji wrote after he got better." Well, he is worthy of being a person who has written calligraphy for decades. His eyes are very vicious. The one handed it to me was what I wrote when I traveled to this era and decided to pick up calligraphy again.

"It's true." My uncle nodded with relief, then rushed to my mother who was holding the girl in his arms and staring at my mother happily and said, "Did you hear me? I'm right?"

"The writing of Ru Zi is square and rigorous, with light horizontal strokes and heavy vertical strokes, strong and round and thick brushwork, and solemn momentum. It's really... it's really good." Well, my uncle was excited and showed signs of incoherence.

"Brother, is it really that good?" My mother grabbed my right hand with one hand, turned her face to look at the excited uncle next to her.

"Of course, even I am ashamed of myself. I really didn't expect that the scholar would look at me with admiration for three days after leaving. The ancients did not deceive me." My uncle suppressed his excitement, put my hand on the desk beside him, and stroked his long beard and sighed. "I really didn't expect that Wuji, a person like Wuxun family, actually appeared in Wuxun's family..."

I don’t know whether to praise me or harm me. Can we, who are from a military family, be good at playing big-blades all day long?

Besides, I have no chance to practice 18 weapons such as bows, horses, sticks, etc. in later generations. Occasionally joining in the group fight is just a stool, throwing lime, etc., and they are all skillful and technical combat situations.

"But although you have some achievements, don't be too proud. Instead, you must step up your temper and achieve great success in the future." My uncle looked at me and advised me solemnly.

Hearing this, I bowed deeply to my uncle. "Wuji should remember it yourself and never forget my uncle's teachings in this life." No matter what, I am now Changsun Wuji, and what I have to do must live a better life than Changsun Wuji in history. To change the fate of myself and my family, I will definitely cherish this opportunity to travel and rebirth.

"Haha, can you feel at ease with this good guy?" The uncle smiled and turned to his mother and said.

"My son has ambition and such talent. What else can I regret as a mother?" My mother held my hand and the smile on her face became deeper.

"Haha, okay, Wuji is here. I really want to see your masterpiece." My uncle rubbed his hands and hooked his fingers at this young master. It seemed that he wanted to appreciate how this young master wrote with his own eyes.

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Chapter completed!