People who don’t write large characters with a pen will never know how difficult it is to keep their wrists steady when lifting a pen.

Wrist strength is the most basic basic skill.

There are inherent differences between boys and girls, so when he first saw the word Bai Qian, Qiu Xuezheng thought it was a boy's word.

It was enough to show that Bai Zian's writing power was profound, but now, Qiu Xuezheng watched Bai Zian take off the egg-sized piece of metal, and then calmly put it aside.

He, who had always been calm and composed when practicing calligraphy, felt the urge to curse something for the first time!

He is not Director Chen, has no dealings with Yi, and does not know Yi.

He could only think of iron and alloys for this silver-white metal. The size of an egg was more than half a catty, because half a catty was enough to make him doubt his life.

"No, you," Qiu Xuezheng opened his mouth, but couldn't hold it back, "You still have half a catty of iron in your hand..."

As he spoke, he reached out and picked up the iridium that Bai Pian had put aside, wanting to weigh it. As soon as he took it into his hand, Qiu Xuezheng stopped again mid-sentence.

"Classmate Bai, how much does this weigh?" Qiu Xuezheng couldn't weigh it and just tilted his head.

He asked almost expressionlessly.

Bai Qian put down the iridium, picked up the pen again, heard the words, turned his head slightly, and said casually: "Just two catties."

"Just, just two pounds?" Qiu Xuezheng couldn't believe it.

Do you know what you are talking about?

"That's right," Bai Qian dipped her pen into ink. Seeing that Qiu Xuezheng was hesitant to speak, she raised her eyebrows: "Is there a problem?"

Qiu Xuezheng looked at Bai Qian's calm and calm face.

How on earth could she say this so calmly?

"The best way to practice wrist strength is to hang a sandbag and practice balance every day." Qiu Xuezheng looked at Bai Qian and slowly exhaled: "But there are very few people who can actually do it. As far as I know, even Xie Jinyun can't do it."

He can only carry an item weighing one kilogram to practice calligraphy. Even so, he is already extremely good. He is only one kilogram, and he will not carry it every day and every moment like you. Classmate Bai, you..."

Before seeing Bai Qian, Qiu Xuezheng had only heard of a few people from the Chinese Calligraphy Association using this ancient method to practice calligraphy.

The current president of the Chinese Bookstore Association is one of them.

Everyone who can practice calligraphy by hanging heavy objects can leave a bright mark in the world of calligraphy, but only a few masters can practice this method.

But Qiu Xuezheng didn't expect that he would encounter people practicing calligraphy while hanging heavy objects in Xiangcheng.

Still two pounds!

He looked at Bai Zian, the eagerness and anticipation in his eyes were obvious.

In this Lanting Award, Xiangcheng... I'm afraid they will really have a place.

"That's it." Listening to Qiu Xuezheng's popular science, Bai Zian only smiled faintly.

Two pounds?

Bai Qian didn't understand Qiu Xuezheng's shock. Everyone used to practice calligraphy like this. The sandbags hung on those martial arts practitioners were no less than hers. Two kilograms was still the weight she used when she first started practicing.

It is extremely normal for people who practice martial arts to endure hardship.

She had just adapted to this body, so she only used two kilograms.

In the past, her teacher wanted to temper her temper, so she started wearing a one-pound weight when she was six years old, and changed it to two pounds when she was seven!

Later, the weight she carried with one hand doubled.

Therefore, these two pounds now are just the beginning, and are far from reaching her peak...

She really doesn't feel how heavy it is.

While Bai Zian was thinking, he picked up his pen and wrote another word "Xiang".

Without the restraint of iridium, she writes quickly, almost in one stroke. The word "Xiang" appears in front of her eyes like a crane dancing in the sky. She likes to hide the edge and the momentum. It is obviously just one word, but it looks like thunder rolling.

, be angry but not angry.

Qiu Xuezheng quickly reached out and picked up the paper.

Then carefully blow dry the ink.

"Teacher Qiu," Bai Qian put the Langhao pen into the inkstone wash basin, rinsed it and put it aside. Then he picked up the iridium, lowered his eyes and put it on himself slowly, "Do you think you can win the second prize with this?

"

She is not sure how much people study calligraphy nowadays, and her wrist strength has not returned to its peak yet.

"Don't talk about the second prize," Qiu Xuezheng put down the paper and looked at Bai Qian with twinkling eyes, "I think it is possible for you to win the first prize this time. I am looking forward to the selection of the Lanting Award!"

The calligraphy community attaches great importance to the Lanting Award, which is held every three years, and has long predicted the candidates for the first prize.

Especially about the dispute between Xie Jinyun and Xu Yajun.

But Qiu Xuezheng felt that this time...

There is a great possibility that Bai Qian will suddenly emerge and become an upset for this Lanting Award!

Qiu Xuezheng took a pile of rice paper, packed the Langhao pen that he had treasured for many years, and forced it on Bai Xian.

"Teacher Qiu, I'm writing..." Bai Qian held a pile of paper and was stuffed with a Langhao pen.

She wanted to tell Qiu Xuezheng that it was okay not to use this kind of pen.

But Qiu Xuezheng didn't listen to her at all, "You go home first, practice hard, and show your best. I'll give you a leave from school. Well, I still want to appreciate your handwriting, so I won't give it to you."

Go downstairs."

He invited Bai Qian out, and in order to prevent Bai Qian from returning the rice paper and Langhao pen, Qiu Xuezheng locked the door.

Bai Zian stood outside the door with her school bag, paper and pen, and stared at the door for a long time before walking downstairs.

downstairs.

Qiu Boqing was sitting on the sofa, talking to someone on the phone in a low voice. When he caught sight of Bai Qian coming down from upstairs, he quickly looked away.

He doesn't have the slightest fondness for people who seek fame and reputation.

After Bai Pian left, he hung up the phone and went upstairs to find Qiu Xuezheng.

"Grandpa, you have to give me a reason?" He stood outside the study door and did not go in. "Don't you think it's childish for someone who hasn't even passed the ninth level exam?"

Qiu Xuezheng stood at the door. He looked at Qiu Boqing, "Don't look at the witness. You can read her handwriting first..."

"But we are just taking various certificates," Qiu Boqing interrupted Qiu Xuezheng, "Didn't you also accept your junior sister as a closed disciple after seeing her get the sixth-level certificate at the age of nine? She can do it, but Wan Xuan can't?"

Qiu Xuezheng could not refute this matter.

Because it is a fact, now is the era of certificate checking. No matter where you go, it will be written down what certificate you got and how many points you got in the test. With the certificate, you can go anywhere in the world.

Before meeting Bai Qian, Qiu Xuezheng did think so,

But what makes him different from Qiu Boqing is that he has experienced times when documents were not required.

"You don't have to speak for Wan Xuan anymore," Qiu Xuezheng shook his head slightly, "I have already signed up Bai Qian, and in two days she will go to Jiangjing with you to participate in the Lanting Award."

**

On the road not far from the enemy's house, Jiang Fuli and Jiang He were still waiting for Bai Qian.

Ming Dongheng was not there, and the driver was Jiang Fuli. He was sitting in the driver's seat and saw Bai Qian holding a pile of paper. He was slightly surprised: "Why are there so many rice papers?"

At a glance, one could tell that what she was holding was rice paper.

"Teacher Qiu gave it to me to practice." Bai Qian sat next to Jiang He and put the brush box into her school bag. There was too much rice paper, so she just held it in her hand.

Holding the paper in one hand, the other hand is slightly resting on the car window, revealing a faint red color, lazily, and there is a strange and mysterious feeling.

"Practice?" Jiang Fuli saw her sitting down and started the car.

Bai Qian didn't hide anything. She put her chin on the rice paper and said, "Practice big calligraphy and participate in the Lanting Award."

Jiang Fuli put his hands on the steering wheel. After hearing this, he seemed to be silent for a moment: "Lanting Award? That's Tuesday. Are you going to Jiangjing?"

"Probably," Bai Qian wasn't sure, her voice was lazily, "Stay for two days."

"Why don't you spend two more days in Jiangjing?" Jiang Fuli slowly started the car and seemed to be proposing.

Two more days to play?

"I have to come back to class."

This seemed to be something she could do. Jiang Fuli quietly looked in the rearview mirror.

The car stopped at the intersection of Qingshui Street.

It was close to six o'clock, and Jiang He went back with Bai Qian as usual. Jiang Fuli knocked on his forehead from behind and gently warned Jiang He: "Don't cause trouble."

He goes to the laboratory every day to check.

Today is no exception.

It's still early.

Bai Xian was carrying a black schoolbag and holding a pile of rice paper in one hand, standing at the intersection of Qingshui Street, her white light coat gently fluttering in the wind, and her embroidered clothes were also swaying: "Don't worry, you can go first.

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To be continued...