On Monday morning, Lu Wei got up very early. His eyes that had just opened did not leave any blood because of staying up late, and he still looked energetic. Now practicing the immortality law has become a habit for Lu Wei. Practicing for a few hours every night is definitely a more effective way of rest than sleeping.

After the morning exercises, Lu Wei returned to the classroom for self-study. Not long after, Li Deqian walked in from outside the classroom and greeted Lu Wei: "Lu Wei, you come out."

Lu Wei saw that it was Li Deqian, so he put down the music score in his hand and walked out of the classroom.

"When did you come back from Beijing yesterday?" Li Deqian asked Lu Wei with a smile.

"It's about four o'clock in the afternoon." Lu Wei looked at Li Deqian and said.

"You guy is so lucky. Kong Xiangdong is a world-class pianist. He has learned a lot from him in the past two days." Li Deqian said with a smile.

"Yes, Teacher Kong and Teacher Wei both talked wonderfully."

"I'm so lucky. Even the old man, I, is a little envious of you. By the way, this time, because we won the piano championship, we surpassed the South Normal University in the total team score for the first time. The school decided to hold a celebration party tonight. The principal will order your piano solo. You have to perform well tonight." Li Deqian said.

"Don't worry, Teacher Li, I must be ready."

"Okay, that's it, I'll leave first."

"Goodbye Teacher Li."

After seeing Li Deqian away, Lu Wei returned to the classroom. Seeing Qi Zhenming writing a small blackboard, Lu Wei suddenly had a hope of writing. He went out to compete in the past two days, so his small blackboard has been worked on by Qi Zhenming. This guy is not very addicted to writing, so he has no complaints about writing for Lu Weide. Just now, just writing this piece of his body, Qi Zhenming habitually picked up Lu Wei's small blackboard and wanted to write it again.

"Doctor-in-law, I'll write it myself. I'll bother you these two days." Lu Wei said, taking the small blackboard.

"It's okay, buddy, it's just a little bit of work. By the way, I heard that you won the piano ring championship. Is it true or false?" Qi Zhenming asked.

"Oh, yes," Lu Wei said casually.

"It's so awesome, my buddy, I've defeated all the professional guys of Master Nan. I really give us a good face." Qi Zhenming said sincerely. It turned out that he didn't believe it when he heard the guys of 306 say that he was a little unbelievable. Now Lu Wei said it out of his mouth. It seems that it must be true. His deskmate is so powerful. Although he doesn't like piano much, Qi Zhenming also feels that having such a deskmate is really worthy of being a good person.

"It's nothing, it's just a ring match." Lu Wei and Qi Zhenming answered, looking at the writing topic on the blackboard today. It was a song by Li Bai's "Gived to Wang Lun". Lu Wei took a piece of chalk, watched it on the small blackboard for a moment, and wrote casually:

Li Bai was about to leave on the boat,

Suddenly I heard the sound of singing on the shore.

The water depth of Taohuatan is a thousand feet,

Not as good as Wang Lun's love for me.

After a few strokes of flying dragons and phoenixes, a line of beautiful running scripts appeared on the blackboard.

Lu Wei looked at these lines and nodded with satisfaction. After this period of practice of the Changsheng Jue, Lu Wei's natural mind has become more and more proficient, and gradually becomes as natural as breathing. Whether it is practicing the piano or doing other things, he naturally enters the best state, and there is no need to think about it deliberately. What Lu Wei didn't know is that this Taoist practice itself emphasizes a state of "inaction". Lu Wei's willing personality is in line with the requirements of the Changsheng Jue.

"Damn! You are all-rounder, you are so omnipotent. You are so unreasonable. You can't live like ordinary people. You are so angry that people are so angry. I won't write it for you in the future, so I won't be embarrassed." Qi Zhenming watched Lu Wei write a few randomly on the blackboard, and thought he was fooling around. After Lu Wei finished writing, the four lines of beautiful running script fell into his eyes and could never be pulled out. He likes calligraphy and saw good calligraphy as if he saw a peerless beauty. At this moment, he saw these few words written by Lu Wei, which was like a beautiful work of art. He couldn't help but admire and envy, and he thought that he didn't know when he could practice to this level.

"Okay, don't fix it. I have to write it for me if I have something to do in the future, so don't try to escape responsibility." Lu Wei glanced at Qi Zhenming and said with a funny look.

"Are you not afraid that I will embarrass you?" Qi Zhenming also said jokingly.

"Who are you losing? Your handwriting is pretty good. Let's just talk about another piece of hand. What's the big deal? There are thousands of blackboards in the school. Who would pay attention to the words on a blackboard?" Lu Wei said indifferently.

"I can write it for you. How about the words you are talking about by pointing your buddy?" Qi Zhenming said with admiration.

"Okay, no problem, but please don't look at me with that look. I don't have that hobby." Lu Wei said seriously.

"Damn, are you disgusting?"

...

The two of them made a few jokes. Lu Wei couldn't stand Qi Zhenming's soft and hard bubbles after all, so he picked up Qi Zhenming's small blackboard and commented on his words.

"In fact, chalk and brush characters are similar. They can also learn from each other in the structure of the frame, but also in the brush movement. Your brush words are already well written, but they are not very skilled in the use of chalk." Lu Wei commented on the words written by Qi Zhenming one by one, pointing out the shortcomings in the structure and brush movement, and Qi Zhenming couldn't help but nod.

"Write writing should be written with your own personality. Don't deliberately imitate others. Just practice the basic skills well. Don't copy too many copybooks. That will not be beneficial for improving your level. When writing, use your brain more often. Every stroke should be thoughtful and your understanding of the emotions of the characters." Lu Wei explained to Qi Zhenming.

"There are still emotions in the word?", Qi Zhenming heard such a "fresh" word for the first time.

"Of course there are emotions. Each word has its own emotions, but also its own personality. You must experience it carefully. Some are bold and domineering, while others are sad. Not only every word, every line, and every word can have its own emotions and personality. In fact, this is the reason for the layout and planning of calligraphy. One word should be regarded as a whole and arranged in a coordinated manner, with ups and downs, tension and relaxation, so that people can feel beautiful." Lu Wei originally spoke Qi Zhenming's words, but as he spoke, he ran into the major proposition of calligraphy, which made Qi Zhenming stunned. He felt that what Lu Wei said seemed to be the same as what the calligraphy teacher said, but there were different things. After listening to Lu Wei's words, he felt that his eyes lit up, as if he had grasped something.

Qi Zhenming wiped off the words he had written, picked up the chalk and thought for a while, and started writing again. This time he wrote a little faster than before, and the words seemed a little bit grassy.

Lu Wei looked at it and praised it: "Yes, although it seems not as neat as it was last time, the words have lived a lot. Let's continue, deskmate."

Qi Zhenming looked at the words he wrote, and it was indeed much more pleasing to the eye than before. He couldn't help but feel interested, and wiped them off and wrote them again.

"Yes, you should regard writing as a pleasure. Don't focus too much on every word and every stroke. Pay attention to understanding the emotions between words, and between sentences, and find a coherent and smooth feeling." Lu Wei pointed out, and he found that Qi Zhenming's words this time had a faint charm in it, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Doctor-in-law, I really have you. I feel that not only write quickly, but also look more pleasing to the eye."

"That's good, practice hard, comrade." Lu Wei patted Qi Zhenming on the shoulder and said "seriously".

After morning self-study, Lu Wei had breakfast casually and went back to the dormitory to write. Yu Wenhan's server probably will have news this week. He wants to write more manuscripts before the server is set up. This masterpiece is the only thing that attracts popularity.

In the morning, Lu Wei wrote about 5,000 words. Lu Wei was very satisfied with this score. It seems that he saved time to think about it and typing quickly. At his current speed, there will definitely be no problem with over 100,000 words in three days. You don’t have to worry about the updates in the future.

"Second, what are you doing? I'm busy here early in the morning. I eat so fast and I'm not afraid of indigestion." Jia Ming, who returned to the dormitory, said to Lu Wei, who was "knocking his fingers" in front of the computer.

"Third brother, why are you doing nothing? Write something." Lu Wei didn't raise his head when he heard Jia Ming's voice, and continued to fight on the keyboard.

"I've finally finished writing," Lu Wei, who had just completed the 3,000-word chapter, stretched out and saw Jia Ming lying on the bed competing with Huang Yi. He suddenly wanted to try Jia Ming's reaction after reading this book, so he opened the word document and typed out the 8 chapters he had completed with a printer.

The printer was not slow, and the manuscript with more than 40 pages was finished in less than two minutes. Lu Wei scrambled the manuscript with a stapler and threw it on Jia Zhanming's bed, saying, "San brother, let me show you something."
Chapter completed!