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After arranging everything in the study, she picked up her brush, ground the ink, and once everything was ready, she turned on her personal computer and started learning by watching the instructional videos.

The first step is to control the brush, using a calligraphy brush to draw simple horizontal and vertical lines on rice paper, as well as curved lines resembling the coiled mosquito coil from a previous life, practicing the basic techniques of lifting, pressing, and dotting with the brush.

Besides getting familiar with the brush, you also need to tame your wrist and try your best to prevent your hand from shaking when you start writing.

But it was a long process. On the first day of practice, Jin Wuyou's lines were not even continuous when he suspended his wrist. He had to start practicing from the wrist resting position.

When holographic mode is activated, as light and shadow are projected, the people on the quantum computer plane seem to appear vividly in front of you.

The old man's face was etched with the marks of time. Dressed in a Zhongshan suit, he sat behind a dignified and heavy pear wood desk. Familiar words came from his mouth, and his hand moved with the brush, leaving marks on the white rice paper.

Looking at the projection that resembled a real scene, Jin Wuyou felt a pang of sadness; she missed her homeland.

After arriving in interstellar space, although one's body is in this world, one's soul finds it difficult to connect with it.

Listening to her teacher's instructions, her brush also left marks on the rice paper. Looking at the characters on the paper, she gradually understood what others in her previous life had said when learning to write: "I don't know when I will put down my brush, but my heart is the same as that of the ancients."

Her heart is that of the ancients, but she is a modern person. When the class ends, all that will remain is a piece of ancient text and a lonely heart.

When Jin Yiling entered the room, he saw Jin Wuyou sitting quietly behind her desk, her back straight, exuding an elegant and scholarly air, but the sadness and loneliness shrouding her seemed to solidify into a tangible reality.

"Don't worry!" Jin Yiling said, forgetting that his younger sister was studying, and quickly went to her side.

"What's wrong? Did some blind fool bully you?" Jin Yiling moved her, chair and all, to face him, then cupped her face and looked her up and down.

The sadness and despair in Jin Wuyou's eyes vanished, replaced by a smile.

"No, I'm just learning the language and writing of the ancient planet on my own. I've come to understand the richness and diversity of the ancient planet's culture, but I feel sad when I think about how these cultures haven't been passed down."

"Teach yourself the script of the ancient planet!! Such a niche language, even experts and scholars from first-class countries can't understand it. Do you think you can understand it by yourself? Why don't we contact Mom and Dad and ask them to find someone to teach you? Although there are relatively few people who know the language of the ancient planet, we should be able to find someone if we pay a lot of money."

Hearing her say that, Jin Yiling's eyes glazed over for a moment as he tried to think of how to support his sister's interests.

However, his sister was also strange. Kids in the interstellar world are all restless and prefer activities like war, fighting, and destroying houses. It was one thing for his sister to be quiet, but she also liked to study such profound things, which gave him a headache.

"No need, brother. If you have to be supervised to study every day, your hobby will turn into a problem."

Jin Wuyou found it somewhat unbelievable that she could understand the ancient star language. Self-study was just an excuse; she didn't want to find a teacher to supervise her like she used to when she had classes.

If others know that you are learning on your own, you can use it openly and legitimately in the future.

“Okay… Ancient Star Language… This hobby… is… very… sophisticated.” Jin Yiling hesitated for a long time before finally uttering these words.

"Little sister, is this the calligraphy you wrote today? It seems different from the picture." Jin Yiling looked at the things on Jin Buyou's table with curiosity.

"This is just basic practice, without formal writing. After a month of practicing basic strokes and pen control, you will start copying model texts."

The general order for practicing seal script, clerical script, regular script, running script, and cursive script is this.

Calligraphy may seem simple, but it actually requires a lot of talent. If you don't have much talent, you may not be able to get the hang of it even after writing for several years.

The key is patience, and Jin Wuyou has no shortage of patience right now.

Jin Yiling released Jin Wuyou, who continued listening to the lesson, while he stayed by her side.

He was worried that if he listened to her, he would fall asleep, so he simply sat cross-legged next to her and meditated to organize his mental energy.

If we were to name the things interstellar people hate most, besides attending various cultural classes in the classroom, the second thing they hate most is meditating and organizing their spiritual energy.

Without outside help to cleanse their mental sea of ​​pollution, they can cleanse it themselves to reduce some of the pollution.

However, the effect of self-reflection is minimal and requires immense patience. The more severe the mental pollution, the more painful it is to meditate and reflect on one's own mental state.

Jin Yiling usually only meditates when he is in a weak state to distract himself from the physical pain; otherwise, he rarely does so.

He's even started meditating on his own now, which shows how bored he must be.

When meditating, you should relax your mind and release some of your mental energy.

As soon as his mental sea opened, the mental threads inside flew out uncontrollably and immediately went forward to entangle Jin Wuyou.

Jin Wuyou was still holding her pen when she saw the purple spiritual threads surrounding her. Her hand paused, and when she turned around and saw Jin Yiling meditating, she understood.

He continued to draw lines on the paper with his right hand, while raising his left hand to soothe the mental strands beside him.

The class continued.

Jin Wuyou listened and wrote with complete absorption.

Through the outward-emitting spiritual threads, Jin Yiling saw Jin Wuyou pick up a brush, dip it in ink, scrape the brush, and write. The soft brush tip touched the equally soft Xuan paper, leaving traces of thick ink on the paper.

Water spreads on paper, and so does ink, but what's amazing is that as Jin Wuyou writes, the ink marks on the paper don't spread outwards; they remain exactly as they were written.

Listening to the sound of the brush gliding across the paper, and watching lines and strange shapes emerge from his sister's hands, Jin Yiling's heart gradually calmed down. He abandoned those complicated thoughts and began to follow the original operating rules of his spiritual power.

Three hours later, Jin Wuyou stopped practicing and looked down at the spiritual energy surrounding him. It was sometimes soothing and sometimes joyful, and you could tell from its movement that it was very happy.

Seeing Jin Wuyou stop, Jin Yiling also withdrew his spiritual energy. This meditation gave him a better feeling than any other time before.

It's dinnertime now, and Lan Xicheng and Lan Xiyu haven't returned yet, I don't know where they went.

Jin Wuyou and Jin Yiling ate dinner with the Empress.

This was Jin Wuyou's first time visiting the Empress's palace, and Lan Xiping was also there.

Seeing Jin Wuyou enter with her brother, Empress Ju Yuping smiled genuinely. The painting Jin Wuyou had drawn earlier had been framed and hung in the most prominent place in the palace. The background of her personal interface on her personal computer was also that picture, which showed how much she liked it.

At the dinner table, Jin Wuyou was seated next to her, and she kept putting food on her plate.

Jin Wuyou was still worried that Lan Xiping would have objections, but he kept his head down and ate his rice the whole time without even glancing at his mother.

After dinner, Empress Ju pulled Jin Wuyou aside and wanted her to paint again.

However, Emperor Lan Mingsheng rushed in and interrupted the two.

"Wuyou, come with your uncle!"

Lan Mingsheng snatched Jin Wuyou away as if he were grabbing a child, and flew out with her in his arms.