At this time, an old man selling tofu saw the words written by Liu Gongquan. "I can write about Feng Fei's family and dare to boast in front of people." I think the child is too proud, so I frowned and said, "This word is not well written, just like my tofu, it is soft, flat and spineless." Is it worth boasting in front of people? " Xiao Gongquan listened and said unhappily, "Write some words for me if you can!" "The old man smiled brightly and said," No, no! I am a boor and can't write well. However, some people write with their feet much better than you! If you don't believe me, go to Huajing. "
The next day, Hsiao Kung chuan got up in the fifth watch and went to Huajing alone. As soon as he entered the capital of China, he saw many people gathered around a big pagoda tree. He squeezed into the crowd and saw a black and thin old man, without arms and barefoot, sitting on the ground, his left foot pressing paper, his right foot holding a pen, writing couplets freely, and his handwriting was like a galloping horse, which won applause from the onlookers.
Seeing this scene, Xiao Gongquan sat down in front of the old man and said, "I would like to worship you as a teacher." Please tell me the secret of writing! " "The old man quickly pulled Xiao Gongquan up with his feet and said," I am a lonely man. I was born without hands, so I can only live by my feet skillfully. How can I be a teacher? " Xiao Gongquan begged, and the old man spread a piece of paper on the ground and wrote a few words with his right foot: "Write eight jars of water, and the inkstone is dyed black;" "When you win hundreds of parents, you will get a phoenix in Yi Long."
Liu Gongquan kept the old man's words in mind and worked hard to practice calligraphy from then on. There are thick cocoons on the hands and patches on the elbows layer by layer. After hard work, Liu Gongquan finally became a world-famous calligrapher.