Liang Qu was in no hurry. Patiently, he finished copying the remaining copybook pages and respectfully handed them to the instructor.
According to the information from Mental Link, Cannot Move had not found a Treasure Fish this time, but a Treasure Plant—or rather, a unique terrain.
Neither could grow legs and run away, so there was no need to rush.
The instructor, Si Hengyi, was a young man of twenty-seven or twenty-eight. Sitting behind a long table, he took the copybook and flipped through it. "Not bad, not bad. Your improvement is obvious. You can already write sentences. I've taught for several years, and you learned to read faster than anyone else. It's just that these characters of yours..."
Liang Qu lowered his head in embarrassment. Unlike the many transmigrator predecessors who were both cultured and skilled in martial arts, he had never learned calligraphy at all. Forget calligraphy—even his ordinary handwriting had been mediocre. When he had first started, his writing had truly looked like a dog's crawl.
Si Hengyi laughed. "It's all right. Everyone's writing looks ugly when they first begin. Later, you may even feel that the more you write, the uglier it becomes. That's normal. Besides, you martial artists do not delve deeply into Sage's Quotations. Being able to read and write is enough."
"Why would it look uglier the more I write?" Liang Qu asked, puzzled.
"Practicing calligraphy will rapidly improve your sense of a character's beauty, but your hands cannot keep up in the short term. Then you'll feel that your writing is getting uglier and uglier, even to the point of thinking you have forgotten how to write.
"The important thing is persistence. Once you feel that your handwriting is no longer so ugly, you will discover that the characters you wrote were