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In the early morning, the morning sun rises in the east.

Lin Zhishui stood at the door of his calligraphy and painting shop, stretched out against the blue sky, and enjoyed the cool air in the early morning, it seemed that it was another pleasant day.

I don't seem to have anything to do today, so I'll just practice ink painting.

In calligraphy, he is considered a master, even if he does not use his favorite brush, he can be called a master of calligraphy.

But ink painting, he has only been learning for a few months, can only be regarded as a small level, even if he uses a brush, he is only at a high level in the technique of ink color change, but there is still a lot of room for improvement.

However, calligraphy and painting are also interconnected, and with his level, progress is also very fast.

Lin Zhishui turned around and opened the door of the store, put the carry-on bag on the table, took out the pencil case in the bag, opened the pencil case, and was about to take out the brush, but he was slightly stunned.

The tip of this beloved brush is made of unknown animal hair, and it is so white and pure that there is no trace of flaw.

At this time, there is a trace of ink on the tip of the pen.

"Strange...... I washed it yesterday, why do I have ink?"

Lin Zhishui felt a little weird.

He cherishes this brush very much, and washes it carefully every time he uses it.

But there are often strange situations, as long as you haven't looked at it for a while, you don't know where the ink is oozing from the tip of the pen, and the color of the ink is also very dark.

He guessed that perhaps the inside of the barrel of this brush was hollow, so every time the pen was washed, ink seeped into the barrel, and it would seep out again after a long time.

Or is there a solid piece of ink hidden inside the barrel?

However, it is impossible for Lin Zhishui to dismantle and study his beloved brush because of this speculation, and his career as a calligraphy master will also end.

This often happened with this brush, and he was used to it, so he didn't bother to think about it, but decided to wash it again.

He first moved a small table and placed it in front of the store, then walked into the bathroom, took out a gray iron basin from under the sink, took most of the basin of water, and then came to the door with the iron basin and put the iron basin on the small table.

Immediately, a stool was brought from the side, and he took his beloved brush, put it in the iron basin and shook it gently, carefully cleaning the tip of the pen.

Although this iron basin looks gray and inconspicuous, it is very convenient to wash the pen.

Because the space in the iron basin is divided into two areas by an S-shaped curved metal partition, just like the Tai Chi Liangyi diagram, both areas can hold water, you can use one of them to wash the pen, and the other one to wash with clean water, so you don't have to change the water again.

"Speaking of which, it's been a long time since I've seen that dead man's face. ”

While Lin Zhishui used this iron basin to clean the brush, he could be regarded as seeing things and thinking about people, and unconsciously remembered the guest who gave him this iron basin.

Although the middle-aged guest who called himself 'Lu' looked very sharp, his eyebrows were very straight, and he didn't smile, like a dead face, it seemed very difficult to approach, but when he saw his calligraphy and paintings, he was no different from other guests, and he was still inevitably stunned on the spot.

After spending 86,400 yuan to buy a book with the words '3,000 guests drunk with flowers, 14 states with a sword and frost', the guest surnamed Lu seemed to see that he did not have a container for washing pens, and gave him this iron basin very considerately.

Although when the iron basin was delivered, the guest surnamed Lu still pretended to be cool as always and did not speak, but Lin Zhishui knew at a glance that this old brother was ...... Old tsundere.

Seemingly indifferent on the outside, it's actually very careful and warm.

Anyway, it's not a precious thing, it's just a gray iron basin, and he happily accepted it.

Although it is not beautiful enough, but the practical value is still very high, with the structure of this iron basin, not to mention used to wash the pen, even if it is used to make mandarin duck hot pot, it is no problem.

After a while, the water in the gray iron basin became half black and half clear, looking distinct, which just reflected the complete Tai Chi Liangyi diagram.

That old brother is worthy of being a lover of traditional culture, and a basin for washing pens is so exquisite.

Lin Zhishui secretly sighed, and was about to wash it for the second time, but he heard a gentle and respectful female voice behind him:

"Good morning, Mr. Lin. ”

He turned his head to look and saw a tall woman with long hair and an amiable temperament in a brown formal suit, standing not far away, looking at him respectfully.

"Ms. Han, you're here early. Lin Zhishui smiled.

The person who came was Han Suxin, who I had only seen yesterday.

Yesterday, I agreed to give her a piece of writing and let her pick it up, but I didn't expect her to come so early, and I was too anxious, it seems that I really can't wait.

"Su Xin didn't dare to let you wait for a long time, so she came over early. Han Su said in his heart.

"Okay. ”

Lin Zhishui glanced at her with a smile and said, "I'm still washing the pen, you wait a minute." ”

"You're busy, don't worry about me. Han Suxin bowed slightly, not daring to urge at all, just standing quietly next to Lin Zhishui to wash the pen.

It is worthy of the power of the immortal god who lives in seclusion, and his behavior can be disguised exactly like that of a mortal, she also observed it yesterday, this senior Lin has never flown to the sky and the earth, or has used the legendary magic power of shifting, just walking and riding in a car like a mortal, without the slightest impatience, and seems not to be in a hurry.

I'm afraid it's also because of the extremely long life span and the same longevity as heaven and earth, so I don't care about wasting this time.

Even the pen was washed, and the mana was not used for convenience, but was not in a hurry, and the brush was carefully and carefully cleaned.

Maybe...... This is the legendary back-to-basics.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Han Suxin was stunned, staring at the gray iron basin that Lin Zhishui was using to wash the pen, looking at the clearly distinct Taiji diagram in the basin, and an irrepressible shock gradually appeared in his eyes.

This......

This basin ...... No way...... Isn't this basin the treasure?

There are some magic weapons and strange things in the cultivation world that can be called 'supreme treasures', and any one of them has incredible supernatural powers, almost the power of immortals.

Those treasures that have been widely circulated, she has seen clear pictures and information.

And the style of the gray iron basin in front of him is exactly the same as the 'Liangyi Gathering Dharma Basin', one of the ten supreme treasures under the Infernal Heavenly Court Dao system!

Just a similar-looking imitation?

Or rather...... Is this the real thing?

Han Suxin couldn't help but speak: "Mr. Lin, the shape of your water basin is quite peculiar, I don't know where you got it?"

"Oh, this basin was given to me by an old guest surnamed Lu. Lin Zhishui said casually: "Although that guest is cold on the surface, he is actually very attentive and warm. ”

Surname Lu?

When Han Suxin heard this, he was completely determined.

In the rumors in the cultivation world, the Liangyi Gathering Magic Basin is the magic weapon of 'Lu Jianxian', but the Sword Immortal has always broken ten thousand methods with one sword, and it is rare to see Lu Jianxian use other magic weapons.

It seems that Lu Jianxian is to repay the kindness of Senior Lin for giving words, so he gave the Liangyi Jufa Basin to Senior Lin.

"What? Do you know him?"

Lin Zhishui glanced at Han Suxin, these people are all lovers of traditional culture, maybe they are in a circle, and their acquaintance is normal.

"Not really, but I've heard of it. Han Suxin shook his head and said.

That is the high-flying Lu Jianxian, a peerless master who saved the world many years ago, can be called an idol in the cultivation world, she has never even seen it.

Lin Zhishui didn't care, but said: "He is very caring, this basin is used to wash pens, which is indeed very convenient." ”

Han Suxin was speechless for a while.

Such a precious treasure is just used to wash the pen?

But also, after all, Senior Lin is a fairy god, and the treasure is in front of him, and it is no different from a toy.

Moreover, after taking a closer look at her spiritual sense, she found that the ink in the two ritual gathering basins was actually a high-concentration aura that was almost substantial, and it must have been transformed by the mana injected by Senior Lin when he was writing.

The same should be true of the ink used in such a wonderful and precious calligraphy.

"Alright. ”

After Lin Zhishui finished washing his pen, he picked up the gray iron basin and poured all the ink in it into the pine soil circle next to the store.

He didn't know if the ink could water the tree, but he once accidentally knocked over the basin, causing the ink to spill into the soil of the pine tree next to it, and after a few days, he found that the pine tree had not affected it in the slightest, but had grown better.

So, since then, he washes the pen at the door every time, and after washing, he directly watered the tree with ink, which is also a little more convenient.

'This pine tree...... What a blessing to be able to enjoy this kind of spiritual liquid. ’

When Han Suxin saw this scene, he couldn't help but sigh secretly.