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Chapter 28 Practicing Chinese Characters
It never occurred to me that I would faint.

However, fortunately, he would go back to his room every time he checked the system, otherwise he would definitely be lying in the hospital.

"What the hell system, draw a prize to play me like this?"

"Who did you get? Tang... Tang Sanzang??"

He not only clicked on the system immediately, but was stunned when he saw a name.

"Tang Yin?"

Well, he is quite familiar with this name. Who told him to watch Master Xing's movie, and watched it many times.

However, he still knew very little about the real Tang Yin in history. He just didn't know who this Tang Yin was.

Then he received the information from the system, it turned out that this Tang Yin could not be said to be a historical figure, nor a movie character, but something similar to an idea with Tang Yin's abilities.

As long as you provide reputation points, you can enter the tablet and learn Tang Yin's skills.

Unfortunately, as far as he knows, even learning does not have a bonus, but requires further practice after coming out. What enters is just the mind. To put it bluntly, your brain says you know it, but your hands say to you: No, you Didn’t learn!

Therefore, if you want to learn Tang Yin's skills, you have a long way to go.

"So, this new feature is really boring..."

Even though he said so, he still paid ten points of fame and entered immediately, wanting to see Tang Yin's true face.

For this underappreciated romantic talent, I am more than full of curiosity. If this person lives now, is he a book author?
He smiled maliciously.

After paying, he felt drowsy for a while, and fell down again without any warning.

"Damn!"

When he opened his eyes, he found that there was an extra thatched cottage in front of him, and there was a plaque outside which said Taohuawu.

Turning around and looking back, I found that it was all foggy, as if a wall separated this place from the outside.

"So, this is inside the tablet?"

Shaking his head, He Zhi went straight to Taohuawu, but stopped in front of the door.

Just as he was about to knock on the door, the owner inside seemed to have spotted him.

"The door is open..."

Hearing the sound in the courtyard, the door of the courtyard opened with a creak. What he saw when he entered was a courtyard full of peach blossoms, a pink world, a recliner under the peach tree, and a young man on the recliner.

youth? ? ?

If he remembered correctly, Tang Yin built Taohuawu after he was 30 years old. After his family was ruined and his career ended, he thought he was a bad old man.

The young man looked at He Zhi, as if he understood what he was thinking.

"Don't look, I'm not the real Tang Yin, as long as I think, the age can change at any time, even male and female..."

Before he finished speaking, he realized that the guy in front of him had suddenly turned into a black silk lady, and he was stunned.

When he came back to his senses, he found that Tang Yin had changed back to his youthful appearance.

"Tsk tsk, amazing!"

Not only did he give the young man a finger, thinking of the scene just now, why is he a little regretful?
"come in!"

While he was thinking wildly, Tang Yin in front of him got to the point and walked directly into the room, so he had no choice but to follow in a hurry.

As soon as the two entered the door, they found that it was no different from an ordinary house. It looked very simple, but there were calligraphy and paintings everywhere, which seemed full of literati style.

"Let me explain it to you!"

Tang Yin, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped, turned around and said to him.

"This is the tablet space. I think you know that this is our world. We are not those people in history, but we have their knowledge and abilities, you! You can come in and learn through reputation points, one point ten Hours, the external ratio is 10:1 during this time, how much you can learn is up to you.”

After saying that, Tang Yin turned around and opened a door. When He Zhi walked in, he realized that he had really thought wrong. How could this be an ordinary house?
I thought it was a small study room, but it turned out to be surprisingly large, filled with all kinds of scrolls and all kinds of pens, inks, papers and inkstones. If people who love calligraphy see it, they will be ecstatic.

"Okay, let's get started!"

……

Except for the wasted time at the beginning, the next 90 hours or so were spent studying with this 'Tang Yin', and he was a little curious in the first few hours, so in the next few hours, he felt all kinds of upset irritable.

The amazing thing is that whenever this happens, there will always be a kind of magical power acting on him, and then there will be a burst of refreshment. In order not to waste the hard-won fame, he can only bite the bullet like this for a hundred hours .

At the same time, he vowed to invest a little more next time!
It more than feels like what I have studied is not a hundred hours, but a hundred years.

But the most amazing thing is the mysterious power, it seems that it doesn't just refresh him, he finds it easier for him to learn.

It is better to say that it is learning than practicing calligraphy. Tang Yin said to write first and then draw. As for poetry, it all depends on talent, and he will not teach too much.

Regarding this, Zhi Zhi didn't say much. He was very curious about calligraphy and painting, but he had no idea about poetry.

After practicing calligraphy for a hundred hours, under the influence of the mysterious power, he finally no longer looked like a ghost-drawing talisman, but his level was still not good enough.

When he woke up from the bed, he found that he was covered with a quilt and his shoes were taken off. It was pitch dark outside. He looked at the time, it was three o'clock in the morning.

More than a little speechless, I actually slept from the afternoon until the early morning. Fortunately, my family probably just thought I fell asleep and didn't think much about it, otherwise...

It would be a while before dawn, and as he was no longer sleepy, he simply came to the study room. He had just studied so much, after all, it was just an idea, and he wanted to see his true level.

Take out the inkstone and ink sticks that you just bought recently, and grind them slowly. Although the bottled ink is convenient, it is too unfriendly to Zi Yi.

"It's three o'clock in the morning, it's a pity that the red sleeves are missing, and the beauty rubs the ink?"

Picking up Ziyi and dipping the ink on the inkstone, he took a deep breath and then wrote the pen on the paper. As expected, the level is completely off the line, and the hand is resisting the brain...

However, as long as the brain knows it, the hands will soon learn it, just like when I learned to roll a hoop when I was a child, I couldn't learn it after a few days, but I learned it in a dream, and I couldn't wait to pick it up early the next morning. The iron ring actually rolled up in the courtyard dam.

He Zhi continued to practice calligraphy until about six o'clock. He stopped Zi Yi in his hand, looked at the calligraphy on the desk, and nodded with satisfaction. He finally turned what he learned into reality, but calligraphy still needs to be practiced every day.

After tidying up briefly, He Zhi opened the door of the study, looked at the slightly pale sky, and took a deep breath.

A new day, I want to hang up!
(End of this chapter)