The brush, ink, paper, and inkstone were spread out under the old peach tree.
Looking at the slightly yellowish and plain paper, Lou Hongzhi was full of anticipation.
Senior was finally going to teach him the supreme Way of the Sword.
Qi'er was still obediently helping Liu Changchang grind the ink.
The white fox half-squatted on the bluestone beside the peach tree, curiously looking at the young man with the sword on the table.
The leaves of the old peach tree swayed with the wind, and the flowers and plants in the courtyard were also very energetic under the sunlight.
The courtyard was filled with joy and harmony, full of interest.
Liu Changgong handed the brush in his hand to Lou Hongzhi and said:
"If you want to learn to write with me, I need to see your calligraphy skills so that I can teach you according to your aptitude."
"How about this? You write a few words for me to see first."
