The tablets were densely packed with inscriptions, and freshly written pen and ink were scattered everywhere. Fei Yinghuan looked a little haggard with his unshaven beard.
At this moment, the merchant ship had passed Dongchang Mansion, and he had been studying the Qi Gong Body along the way.
"Snapped!"
Fei Yinghuan threw away the brush and called the servants on the ship. He first washed his face to clear his mind, and then looked in the mirror and shaved off the excess stubble.
Not long after, Zhao Han knocked on the door and came in: "Master, why are you calling me?"
Fei Yinghuan pointed to the inscriptions all over the floor: "Put away all my inscriptions."
Zhao Han had no choice but to bend down and pack up the copybooks.
Fei Yinghuan stood with his hands behind his hands and asked abruptly: "Which big family do you come from?"
Zhao Han replied: "I am just an ordinary Confucian scholar. I heard that someone in my ancestors was a prefect."
"Impossible," Fei Yinghuan said very firmly, "the font created by your father drew on the strengths of many schools of thought and absorbed the essence of famous masters of all ages. There must be a large number of famous calligraphy for reference. This font may seem simple, but it is all-encompassing.
A mere ordinary Confucian scholar doesn't have the foundation to create something!"
Zhao Han didn't have much experience in calligraphy, so he could only fool around: "My father travels out all year round, and no one knows where he is."
Fei Yinghuan actually believed it and no longer asked for the details, but reminded: "Your father's calligraphy is a unique school. Beginners should not have too much contact with it, otherwise calligraphy will inevitably go astray."
"Young master's teachings are correct." Zhao Han humbly accepted.
"Go ahead, I'll be alone." Fei Yinghuan waved his hand and said.
Zhao Han packed up the various copybooks, bowed out of the room, and closed the hatch.
Fei Yinghuan took up his pen and wrote down a few more words. He looked left and right. He felt depressed and had some signs of going crazy.
Qi Gong's calligraphy is particularly poor in strokes, extremely straight in shape, and extremely stable in structure.
Fei Yinghuan studied for several days, but he was already a little confused. He didn't learn the advantages of the glyph structure, and his strokes became worse and worse.
It's like a martial arts master who accidentally obtained a strange secret, but after practicing it, his meridians were disordered.
If you can't learn, if you can't learn, it will make people useless!
Fei Yinghuan calmed down and took out a famous inscription. Like a child who had just learned calligraphy, he copied it carefully, trying to completely erase the influence of Qigong style.
After copying for a moment, Fei Yinghuan picked up the discarded Qigong body again.
Compare again and again, taste carefully, and think deeply.
I don’t need to learn its shape, I just need to understand its meaning, and I can become my own family!
…
Zhao Han didn't know that the words he wrote would actually cause Fei Yinghuan to undergo a calligraphy transformation.
He was standing on the deck now, looking at the situation on both sides of the canal.
The north and south of Jingzhou are like two worlds.
As we travel by boat, the scenery becomes greener and greener, as if we have returned from hell to earth.
This year's drought is mainly concentrated in two provinces.
One is Beizhili, the other is Shaanxi, and Shandong is only slightly affected.
What's even more frightening is that at least it rained in Beizhili. In Shaanxi, there has been a drought from the year before last to now, with only a few localized rains during this period. A man named Gao Yingxiang has started to rebel and calls himself "Chuang King".
Faced with such a serious disaster and the rising peasant army, only a few local officials struggled to deal with it. As for the central court, not only did it not allocate funds for disaster relief, it actually levied additional taxes on the people of Shaanxi!
"Is this your weapon?"
Wei Jianxiong's voice came from behind. This guy was still carrying a wrought iron rod on his back and Zhao Han's spear in his hand.
Zhao Han clasped his fists and said, "Exactly."
"Then," Wei Jianxiong threw the spear over and said with a smile, "If nothing happens, let's make some gestures."
Zhao Han caught the spear smoothly and assumed a "prepare to fight" posture. However, there was a huge difference between a spear and a rifle, and the bayonet technique also had to change accordingly. He held the middle end of the spear body with one hand, and the other hand was relatively far back, with his legs slightly
Stand in a half lunge.
Wei Jianxiong stood empty-handed and said, "Come on."
Zhao Han concentrated and held his breath, suddenly leaned forward, and stabbed the opponent's waist with a thrust.
Wei Jianxiong stepped back to dodge, and at the same time leaned down to grab the spear. Zhao Han quickly withdrew his strength and took advantage of the situation to move the spear upwards.
Very exciting criticism, but it's a pity that I met Lian Jiazi.
While Wei Jianxiong was dodging, he grabbed the front end of the spear and pulled Zhao Han with him and the spear.
"Uncle Wei is very skilled in martial arts, and I'm the kid's favorite." After Zhao Han stood still, he admitted defeat very simply.
Wei Jianxiong commented: "Your move is a bit like a big gun, but the force is too strong, and the changes are quite stiff. Didn't your spear master even teach you the sliding thrust?"
Of course Zhao Han can slide and thrust, but the sliding thrust of bayonet technique and the sliding thrust of large spear technique are completely different concepts.
The bayonet technique of the People's Liberation Army combines the advantages of Hua Ci (National Army), Rishi Ci (Japan), and Su Ci (Soviet Union), and adds some techniques of traditional large gun skills.
However, rifles are hot weapons after all, and are very different from long guns and spears.
If the insertion and sliding method of large marksmanship is applied directly to the rifle, the rifle will most likely be thrown out and the center of gravity of the weapon will not be controlled at all.
If the rifle wants to slip and stab, the whole body has to move accordingly, which is very disadvantageous when fighting with traditional cold weapons.
Zhao Han said: "These moves are all made by me."
Wei Jianxiong shook his head and said, "It's not all nonsense. What you did just now was quite good. If I had been slower to dodge, I would definitely have suffered losses."
"It's just a job." Zhao Han said modestly.
Wei Jianxiong criticized again: "Your prodding, although you can change your moves quickly and have a tricky path with your spear, your method of exerting force is completely wrong."
It's not that Zhao Han's method of exerting force is wrong, but that there is something wrong with the weapon in his hand. He should be replaced with a rifle with a bayonet...
Zhao Han took advantage of the situation and knelt down on one knee, cupped his hands and said, "Uncle Wei, please give me some advice!"
Wei Jianxiong was probably so idle that he could not do anything for many days in the cabin. He stood upright with his spear and said: "Watch what I do, just teach it a few times. Don't blame me if you are too stupid and can't learn."
Zhao Han quickly observed carefully.
Wei Jianxiong opened his mouth and pointed: "A spear is different from a spear. The spear is hard, mainly used for stabbing, and it is not flexible enough to change moves. If you have the opportunity, you can practice spear skills instead. Let's talk about strength first. Waist strength is the most important, followed by arm strength, and then foot strength.
.You swing the spear a thousand times a day. If you have enough understanding, you can figure out how to do it. From the strength of the feet, waist to arms, all the strength can be used together, and you can send and receive it as you like. I will only teach you the basics of holding the spear and how to use the moves. The rest
You can slowly realize it yourself.”
This is enough, the master leads me in, and cultivation depends on oneself.
Wei Jianxiong stood up straight, then stepped forward and bent forward, slowly thrust out a spear, and asked: "Do you see clearly?"
"I see clearly." Zhao Han replied.
Wei Jianxiong said: "Strike a thousand times a day, and you will learn how to use it yourself. I will teach you the next move after two months."
Damn, what's the difference between this and a bayonet thrust?
Well, there is a difference if you look carefully. The range of body movement is not that large. This is determined by the difference in the center of gravity of the weapon.
Zhao Han held a spear and stood on the deck and stabbed repeatedly, thinking carefully every time he stabbed.
At some point, Fei Yinghuan also came to the deck and stood silently watching.
Wei Jianxiong asked for credit and said: "Sir, this kid has a good understanding and is a good material for martial arts training."
Fei Yinghuan looked depressed and said angrily: "I still expect him to take the imperial examination."
Wei Jianxiong chuckled: "Wasn't Tang Qugong also a versatile scholar in both civil and military affairs? He didn't waste time studying and practicing martial arts."
"Can this boy be compared with Tang Qu Gong?" Fei Yinghuan shook his head.
Duke Qu of the Tang Dynasty, also known as Fei Yaonian, was Fei Yinghuan's great-uncle and the last famous official of the Fei family in Qianshan.
Wei Jianxiong touched his nose and muttered: "Whatever, let's practice first."
Fei Yinghuan walked to the bow of the boat, stood with his hands behind his hands, and remained silent for a long time. He didn't know whether he was showing off or if he was really thinking about something.
What came oncoming was countless canals and canal troops on the canal, and the canal boats stretched for several miles.
Wang Yongshi sought benevolence and gained benevolence, and finally came to the end of his dismissal from office.
The gentry of Jinghai County rushed to complain to the censor, and the prefect of Hejian also impeached him.
It happened that these ships were passing through Jinghai County and contacted the imperial censor. Two of them accidentally capsized. Moreover, the responsibility for the shipwreck was passed on to Jinghai officials, and the people of Jinghai were asked to share the loss of grain equally.
Wang Yongshi sternly refused, saying that he would not take the blame.
The censor who patrolled the Cao River, the censor who patrolled the water, and the magistrate of Hejian jointly petitioned for impeachment, and Wang Yongshi was finally dismissed from his post.
When he left office, the people of Jinghai lay down on the official road to prevent Wang Yongshi's carriage from moving forward.
But what can be done about what the people want?
A good official will not last long.
(Recommend a friend's book: "Handbook of Conquest of Different Worlds", the world of Xianxia spreads across the country, and a bus passes through it.)