Lu Wei was suspended from school, which caused a stir in the school. Many students sympathized with Lu Wei and reported the disagreement for him. Everyone thought that it was just writing a song, and there was no unhealthy content. Just after this suspension for one month, the school was punished too severely. But everyone was just talking in private that they really wanted to speak up for Lu Wei and fight against the school, but they didn't have the courage to do so.

Everyone in the 306 dormitory also comforted Lu Wei and advised him to think about it, and a month would pass soon.

Lu Wei was indifferent, so he stopped studying and stopped studying. He took this time to write a few more songs and practiced his calligraphy and painting skills. Lu Wei asked his elder Yu Wenqi to help him borrow a lot of books on calligraphy and painting from the school library. Yu Wenqi kept wondering, thinking that this kid would not be too stimulating, and he had any mental problems. Why did he suddenly become interested in this? I didn't realize that he liked this.

Lu Wei was nestled alone in the dormitory, looking at the calligraphy and paintings of famous masters, Yan Zhenqing, Liu Gongquan, Chu Qianliang, Huaisu, and Wang Xizhi's calligraphy. Looking at the calligraphy of the masters with different shapes and unique advantages, Lu Wei seemed to have a hint of enlightenment in his heart, but he couldn't understand what it was. As he looked at Lu Wei's hand couldn't help but itch, he laid paper on the iron cabinet in the dormitory, picked up a brush, and wrote a book called "Duobao Pagoda Stele".

Just after one stroke, Lu Wei was like a deflated ball. The words on rice paper were ugly, and they were even worse than those of elementary school students.

What's going on? Is it because I have no ability?

Lu Wei focused his attention on the copybook again, but no matter what, Lu Wei couldn't find the feeling he had just now.

Lu Wei was puzzled. Did Wuchang deceive himself? He didn't give himself the ability to calligraphy and painting? No, the words I wrote on the blackboard that day were very beautiful. Why did I copy so carefully this time but write so badly?

Lu Wei tried it a few more times without giving up, but no matter how he tried it, the feeling of being helpless seemed to disappear out of thin air.

No, there must be something you don’t know, what is it?

Lu Wei was carrying a brush and writing as he wanted on rice paper. Suddenly, Lu Wei couldn't help but feel an impulse, "brushing" and wrote it down like a dragon and snake:

The river goes east, the waves wash away, and the eternal style of people. To the west of the old building, the humanity is the red cliff of Zhou Lang of the Three Kingdoms. The rocks penetrate the sky, the waves slam the shore, and thousands of snow are rolled up. The country is like a painting, and there are many heroes at the moment. I remember Gongjin back then, when Xiao Qiao first got married, his heroic figure was heroic. He was a feather fan and auspicious scarf, and while chatting and laughing, the masts and oars were destroyed. My hometown is wandering, and I should laugh at me for a long time. Life is like a dream, and I will be reborn in the moon.

The brushwork is full of simplicity, with great force, and every word is magnificent and magnificent. Su Shi's "Nian Nujiao - Red Cliff Nostalgia" is vividly displayed on the paper.

"So that's it, so that's it." Lu Wei murmured.

"Hahahaha, you finally understand." An old and conceited voice laughed.

"Who are you!" Lu Wei stood up and said in surprise. He looked around. There was no one outside the dormitory door and he went to class.

"It's a big day, is it a ghost?" Lu Wei thought to himself.

"Bah, what the hell is it? Why don't you understand politeness to your elders at all?" the old voice continued.

Only then did Lu Wei notice that the voice was heard in his mind. Fortunately, there was an impermanent precedent before, and Lu Wei was not too panicked. He calmed down his mood and asked in his heart: "Who is senior?"

"Hmph, you have absorbed my abilities, but don't know who I am?" said the arrogant voice.

"Tang Bohu?" Lu Wei said in surprise.

"Rareless! Since I have inherited my abilities, I am naturally my disciple. Why are I so disrespectful to my teachers?" the voice said angrily.

"But, but", Lu Wei had been embarrassed to ask such words as "How come you still have the sense of autonomy?"

"But why do I still exist in your mind, right? Humph, Wuchang must have told you that this fusion of soul abilities will not carry the autonomy of the body, right?", the voice said lightly.

"Yes, he did say that." Lu Wei said.

"Hmph, you are very honest and like it very much. Strictly speaking, the person you are talking to now can be said to be Tang Bohu, or it can be said to be not Tang Bohu." The voice said.

Lu Wei was even more confused.

"I have been immersed in calligraphy and painting for decades in my life. Before I die, I have entered the Tao with paintings. My natal spirit has long since fallen into the cycle of reincarnation. The part of the impermanence that is what I talk to you now is actually my book soul."

"Soul of Book?" Lu Wei shouted in surprise. This was the first time he had heard such a statement.

"Yes, it is a soul of calligraphy condensed by my Tang Bohu's lifelong understanding of calligraphy and painting. Therefore, it is both Tang Bo's calligraphy and not Tang Bohu."

"Then if I had divine help when I practiced calligraphy, were you helping me?"

"Wrong, that's just that you have experienced the way of calligraphy and painting. You can only understand it yourself, so how can you pretend to be someone else's hand?" The voice of the soul of the book was slightly angry.

"The way of calligraphy and painting?"

"Yes, the way to calligraphy and painting. I asked you, but I feel so happy when writing and can't stop?"

"Yes, that feeling is so comfortable."

"That's it. The so-called Tao follows nature. If you practice any skill to the top, you can enter the Tao. Even if you don't practice it hard for a lifetime, you will never be able to enter the hall and gain the true meaning of calligraphy. Boy, remember, don't imitate those messy copybooks in the future, as this will only make your heart of calligraphy and painting messy." The voice suddenly became harsh.

"But, I only have the most basic basics of calligraphy and painting now."

"No, I have integrated my lifelong calligraphy and painting skills into your body. Where are you the basics?"

"But why didn't I feel it?"

"Didn't feel it? Didn't feel that you could write such good words?"

"But it's like a sudden word. Whenever I deliberately want to write it, I can't write it well."

"That's because your heart is not enough. Remember, boy, the key to calligraphy and painting is to do whatever you want and follow the circumstances. Although your basic skills are your own, your calligraphy and painting are Lu Wei's calligraphy and painting, not Tang Bohu's, nor is it Yan Zhenqing Liu Gongquan Huaisu. Do you understand what I said?"

"The apprentice has been taught," Lu Wei said from the bottom of his heart, and the insight in his heart seemed to have found the root. "Those who learn from the master live, and those who are like masters die." Lu Wei said.

"It's not bad, it's good for me to teach you. I have successors in calligraphy and painting. Hahaha, Wuchang, you did a good thing. Lu Wei, I'm going."

"Where are you going, Senior?" Lu Wei asked. Although he had only had a moment of friendship with God, he had already developed a Confucian admiration for this "book soul" from the bottom of his heart. At this moment, he heard that the book soul was about to leave, and he was immediately anxious.

"Haha, I stayed here just to find a successor for my Taoist tradition. Otherwise, do you think that Wuchang can drive me? Well, Lu Wei, remember, you must understand the way of calligraphy and painting with your heart, and don't fall into the name of calligraphy and painting in the mortal world. Have you heard it?"

"Don't worry, senior, Lu Wei will definitely remember it."

After a hearty laugh, Lu Wei's mind was quiet.

Lu Wei felt a little lost, so he turned around and picked up a brush to continue to experience the way of calligraphy and painting that Shuhun said. At this moment, Lu Wei's body seemed to have a large warehouse filled with various specifications of raw materials, but it was messy. What he had to do was to use his creativity and build various beautiful buildings with his heart, but this was definitely not a overnight achievement. Just as Shuhun said, it required the experience of the heart.

As he wrote, Lu Wei slowly discovered that the words were actually emotional and would vary according to his mood. For example, the article "Nostalgia for Red Cliffs", the words were bold and unrestrained, and each word looked extraordinary. However, Lu Wei wrote the following poems by Li Houzhu, and each word was often sad and helpless. However, without exception, Lu Wei needed to enter the artistic conception of the poem in his heart. After having the urge to write, he would write as if he had a god. Lu Wei thought, maybe this is the cultivation of the heart. In the future, as his experience of these poems deepened, I think that my words would be more in artistic conception.

Before he knew it, Lu Wei had been practicing for a whole morning. At noon, the boss helped him get the food back. When he saw the waste paper all over the ground, he exaggeratedly shouted: "Second, what plane do you do? The dormitory is almost turned into a pig's nest." Then everyone from 306 also came back one after another, condemning Lu Wei's immoral behavior of not caring for the sanitary environment of the dormitory.

Lu Wei had to humbly accept criticism and education and pack the waste paper into the trash can one by one.

After packing up, Lu Wei immediately said, "Boss, give me the food. After practicing for a whole morning, the birds were almost starving to death."

"You really have the heart to eat. You don't seem to care at all after school for a month," the boss laughed.

"What do you care about? It's just right if you don't attend classes, you don't need to go to school anyway." Lu Weiman didn't care.

"You kid is so open-minded. If you don't attend classes for a month, how can you pass the final exam?" Lao Ba said.

"I'm talking then." Lu Wei bit a steamed bun in his mouth, his voice vaguely.

At this moment, the old man in the communication room downstairs shouted: "Lu Wei, someone is looking for you."
Chapter completed!