Han Yiming looked at it for a few days, and most of the blank paper booklet had been drawn. Except for a few pages that I drew unsightly, the graphics behind are very exquisitely drawn, or delicate brushwork, or freehand brushwork, all of which are strong and attained. The flowers and leaves are clearly drawn, and the gods are all visible. The small print on the side of the note is also written in different sizes and shapes, but they all have their own characteristics. Han Yiming couldn't help but feel quite ashamed of the pages he drew first, and wanted to tear them off and burn them, but was stopped by Ding Wu: "Senior brother, I can't read, so I invited these people." If I were literate, no matter how ugly my writing was, I wouldn't tear it up!"

He held the booklet in his arms like a baby, read it and read it, and couldn't put it down. Han Yiming said: "Senior brother, next time you want to write, I'll help you write." But if you want to draw, I don't dare to help you draw anymore. I wouldn't have been able to draw. Ding Wudao: "I really don't feel at ease when I alarm so many senior brothers." Brother, I just want to have vegetables that maybe don't even grow seeds, and maybe no one will know about them later, so I want to write them down for everyone to see. Unexpectedly, even Uncle Bai Sakura was alarmed, and said that he would take it and paint the rare flowers she planted. Alas, isn't Uncle Shi still ...... I was shocked by how I brought my uncle! I knew that I would work so hard to mobilize the people, so I would not paint. ”

Han Yiming said: "Maybe Uncle Shi also thinks the same as Senior Brother, that's okay, some flowers and plants are really strange, it's good to write them down." Ding Wuyu sighed freely, and Han Yiming took the booklet from his hand and opened it, and flipped it down. These dozens of handwritings are completely different, but they can make him smile.

At noon a few days later, Han Yiming had lunch and was about to go to see Ding Wu, when suddenly Qin Wufang's voice in his heart said, "Yiming, you come." Han Yiming came to Yule. At this time, it was noon, the sun was bright, the bamboo shadow was swaying, and when he walked to the front of the house, he had already heard Qin Wufang's voice in the house: "Yiming, come in." ”

Han Yiming walked into the room, and Qin Wufang was sitting behind the bookcase, looking at a book carefully. Hearing him come in, he raised his head and said, "Yiming, you come!" Han Yiming stepped forward, and Huo Ran saw that the book that Master Uncle was reading was Ding Wu's booklet. Qin Wufang said: "Yiming, did you draw the first few pages?" Han Yiming blushed and replied honestly: "Yes, the disciple can't draw, let the master smile!" Qin Wufang said: "What is this, how about I help you add a few strokes?" Although Han Yiming had never seen the master's calligraphy and painting, he thought that it would only be better than himself, so he said: "Thank you, uncle!"

Qin Wufang picked up his pen, dipped it in thick ink, and carefully sketched the leaf tendons on a long leaf that he painted like thatch, but a few strokes have greatly changed the messy thatch. Qin Wufang said: "Well, yes, I'll help you draw a few pages well, it will be better." Pick up the pen and draw it again, the pen fell on the paper, outlining a thin and powerful line, Han Yiming was about to speak, but saw that the line slowly dipped into the paper, and disappeared in a blink of an eye!

He was stunned for a moment, obviously seeing black ink falling on the white paper, why did there disappear in a moment? He looked away for a moment, and then looked at the paper, and the black line that had just been hooked down was indeed gone! When he raised his head, he saw Qin Wufang's brows furrowed, and he also looked at the piece of paper carefully. After a while, Qin Wufang put down the brush, gently flipped the page of the booklet, looked at it, and raised his head to look at Han Yiming. Han Yiming was puzzled, but he saw that the master nodded and turned the pages of the booklet in his hand.

Qin Wufang finished flipping through the booklet and was silent for a long time. Han Yiming didn't understand what Uncle Shi was looking at, and he didn't understand why the ordinary white paper would make the black line disappear in an instant, but he didn't say a word. After a long time, Qin Wufang nodded, picked up the booklet, and handed it over: "Yiming, take a look, I think you might see something?"

Han Yiming took it in his hand as he said, and turned the pages one by one, except that he could see the handwriting of many senior brothers on this booklet, he couldn't see anything anymore. Turning to the back, there are countless strange flowers and plants drawn, all of them are meticulously described, slightly dyed with danqing, and the handwriting on the side is extremely delicate and elegant, obviously a woman's handwriting. Although they are all extremely delicate handwriting, there are still many differences between the skimming and hooking, but I am afraid that Uncle Bai Ying brought a number of senior sisters to write it by hand.

After flipping it, he raised his head and saw that the master was looking at him, and said, "Uncle Shi, this is a handwritten letter from the masters." Qin Wufang nodded: "What else do you see?" Han Yiming shook his head, Qin Wufang sighed, and said, "There is only two people's handwritings missing on it, so all the handwritings of all the living disciples of my Lingshan are included!" Han Yiming was taken aback, he didn't know that there were all these senior brothers who had left their handwriting on it!

Qin Wufang flipped it over again and said, "Even the fifth junior brother wrote a few words for Ding Wu, it really surprised me! This booklet is really interesting!" Han Yiming didn't understand what the master said "some meaning" meant, Qin Wufang said: "Yiming, from today onwards, I will give you the colorless and phaseless treasure mirror, you can go and understand it." As he spoke, he handed over the colorless and phaseless treasure mirror.

Han Yiming stretched out his hand to take it, held it in his hand, and listened to Qin Wufang say: "Yiming, this treasure mirror is only with people who are destined, and only those who are destined can see it." Those who have no fate cannot see or touch. Han Yiming was taken aback: "Master, disciple, disciple doesn't dare to take it for himself!" Qin Wufang said: "You, don't worry, you just want to take it for yourself, and it depends on whether you have this fate." You don't have to shirk it, just put it there with you!" Han Yiming took it with both hands, and saw that above the mirror, there were clear ripples, and what was in his hand was not a bronze mirror, but a lake of clear water. Qi Dao: "Uncle Master, what is fate?" Qin Wufang smiled slightly: "Yiming, if you have a fate, you will know if you have a treasure mirror, you don't have to think hard, you can't figure it out." When fate comes, you will know. After a pause, he said: "Actually, you also have a puzzle that you can't break, and only when you can break it can you benefit." ”

Han Yiming returned to the house with the treasure mirror, and as soon as he entered the house, he heard Gu Qingquan say: "Ah, little junior brother, where did you find such a lily? Before it opened, you pinched it off?

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