Chapter 171: Discipleship
Qin Xiangnuan once again opened her eyes, her long lashes slightly lowered. Her spirit also followed suit, collected itself, and she poised the pen right above the paper, starting with the first stroke.
The ancient ink gently ground out filled the room with fragrance. The ink-stone bathed anew shone brilliantly, now forceful and bold, now gentle and flowing, like a graceful and slender beauty, or like a robust and courageous warrior, or like a burst of spring blossoms brushed by the wind, or like the deep and stern cold of the north wind entering the pass.
A single point misplaced, and it’s as if a beauty’s gaze slightly skewed, the character’s spiritual clarity greatly diminished, like a petal, its fragrance diffusing far, becoming even more pure and fresh.
After finishing writing, she paused, then switched the pen to her right hand. By this time, she had forgotten where she was, only wanting to express all the feelings in her soul with the pen in her hand, and the ink in her heart.
Right-handed script.
One stroke out of place, like a warrior with a broken arm.
This line of characters is bold and unrestrained, not confined at all, even running seamlessly across the entire line, as if done by an immortal in a carefree, traceless manner.
One hand robust and powerful, the other gentle and soft.
One hand like a warrior drawing his sword, vivid and captivating; the other like a beautiful woman setting her hairpin: graceful and charming.
One person, two hands, two styles of writing.
Ambidextrous writing is already extremely difficult, yet someone had indeed mastered it, and the peaks of their strokes were still so distinct. Mr. Sun was shocked, his heart leapt unintentionally as he watched Qin Xiangnuan switch the pen to her right hand. When the characters appeared, their momentum was definitely not something a little girl could produce.