"That's natural, we are not easy to bully, we can't be soft on people like Zhou Ziyang. As long as Yan Jiahe remembered his mockery of his grandson's virtue in the hospital, he was furious.

Looking at his grandfather's puffing appearance, Yan Mofan was in a trance. In fact, he didn't think about leading his grandfather to cultivate immortals, but he found that his grandfather was old and no longer suitable for such hardships, like people who had never been in contact with cultivators, it was difficult to become a climate for three or five years to practice qi, besides, the current earth was no longer suitable for cultivators to survive, and he had himself by his side to protect him, and he would give him some pills on a regular basis, I believed that he could also prolong his life, so he dispelled the idea of taking his grandfather to cultivate immortals.

After chatting with his grandfather for a while, Yan Mofan's mobile phone rang.

As soon as he clicked the answer button, Fu Siqing, who had always been mature and steady, came into his ears with an excited voice.

"Hey, Yan Mofan has good news for you, my grandfather's diabetes and high blood pressure are all cured, even the doctor was surprised, saying that this is unheard of, the dean, I also hope that I will introduce you to his hospital, and now you can become a hot miracle doctor, congratulations." ”

After listening to Fu Siqing's words, the corners of Yan Mofan's mouth rose, and he knew that the elixir must work, "Now you believe what I said, right?"

"Believe, how can you not believe it, you have helped our family two times at once, and you have become the benefactor of my Fu family, if there is anything you need our help in the future, just ask, we will definitely help." By the way, tomorrow is my grandfather's 80th birthday, and he wants you and your grandfather to be there, and he wants to thank you in person. ”

At this time, Fu Siqing, how happy she was, from the initial suspicion to absolute trust. She couldn't find any reason to hate Yan Mofan anymore.

Since it is the eightieth birthday, the old man can invite him and his grandfather, which naturally gives him enough face, Yan Mofan has no reason not to go, and immediately responds.

After hanging up the phone, Yan Mofan had a headache about what gift to give, as Fu Lao, it was too vulgar to give money, and he would not necessarily accept expensive things.

Yan Mofan, who was thinking about it, unintentionally glanced at his grandfather who was watching the news, he thought, the age difference between the two is not very big, and their personalities are somewhat similar, maybe you can ask grandpa.

Yan Jiahe, who was watching TV, listened to his grandson's words, he lowered his eyebrows and thought about it seriously, "I heard that he likes calligraphy, maybe you can give him a calligraphy painting of the ancients." ”

Speaking of calligraphy, Yan Mofan felt that anyone's calligraphy in this world could not compare to the master's calligraphy. Although he can't compete with his master, he won't lose compared to Wang Xizhi.

In this case, why don't he write a congratulatory message to Fu Lao, so that it is sincere and not vulgar.

"Grandpa, I'm going out. ”

Looking at the people who went out in a hurry, Yan Jiahe thought that he had bought calligraphy.

As a result, half an hour later, he was a little dumbfounded when he saw the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone in his grandson's hand that had not yet been started. He remembers that his grandson had never been interested in learning about it, let alone practicing calligraphy with a brush.

Soon he thought of another possibility, so he put down the remote control and stood up.

Yan Mofan, who was placing the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, did not pay attention to his grandfather, and after all the preparatory work was done, he picked up the brush and dipped it in ink, and was about to put down the pen.

Who knew that grandpa took the brush in his hand and drove him aside, still chanting words in his mouth, "You kid, although grandpa has practiced calligraphy for several years, it is still far from the master, don't you give me a problem?"

Even though he said that, his hands didn't stop, and he thought about it.

Yan Mofan on the side couldn't cry or laugh, did grandpa misunderstand him?

However, he didn't bother his grandfather, but stood silently aside, looking at his grandfather who was writing with his head down.

"Blessing is like the long flowing water of the East China Sea, and the longevity is better than the old pine of Nanshan. After the two vertical characters were written, Yan Jiahe read the words on them.

Then he turned to look at his grandson, but his hand pointed to the words on the table, and hurriedly asked, "What do you think?"

Yan Mofan looked at his grandfather's words, and had to say that the shape was very good, but the stroke was a little worse, and it was not atmospheric enough.

If you show it to a layman, you will definitely not be able to find fault, but a person like Fu Lao can definitely see that it is clumsy at a glance.

Seeing that his grandson didn't reply with a pensive face, Yan Jiahe's heart became more and more bottomless, "You can't even pass this level, Fu Lao will definitely look down on you, what do you say?

Looking at the anxious grandfather, Yan Mofan's face was calm, "Grandpa, you give me the brush first." ”

Taking the brush handed by his grandfather, Yan Mofan put the words written by his grandfather on the other side, and he began to write on the new rice paper in a standard posture of holding the pen.

His eyes are very focused, and when he writes, he is powerful and powerful, and the whole process is smooth and smooth in one go.

After writing, Yan Mofan put down the brush in his hand and glanced at the words he wrote, he wrote traditional Chinese characters and used cursive script, which gave people a very majestic feeling, and I didn't know which master it was.

After feeling good, Yan Mofan looked at his grandfather and found that his grandfather was looking at the wonderful words in a daze, he really couldn't believe that this was actually from his grandson's hand.

The brushwork is long-looking, clear and transparent, the shape is broken, and the rhyme is vivid, even the contemporary calligraphy master can not write such a good calligraphy, and the grandson of the company after bankruptcy has given him too many surprises and surprises.

With such a big reaction from his grandfather, Yan Mofan knew that he had passed the test without asking.

When the font was dry, he rolled up the rice paper and put it in a long wooden box.

Yan Jiahe, who had not yet digested it, saw that his grandson had put away the calligraphy, he came back to his senses, remembered what he had just done, his old face flushed, and then asked, "Mo Fan, where did you learn this calligraphy? I haven't seen you practice it before." ”

"I practiced this when no one was around, do you want to learn a few tricks? I can teach you. Yan Mofan explained with a smile, there seemed to be no better excuse than this.

Yan Mofan went out in the evening, and was planning to go to cultivation and strive to break through the Qi cultivation period as soon as possible, but as soon as he left the house, he noticed that the unkind eyes were staring at him.

Yan Mofan, who pretended to be indifferent, whistled and walked downstairs.

Even on the main road, he could still feel the other party's depressed killing intent. But as soon as he turned around, he didn't see anything, and he was able to hide it so well, which shows that the other party has two hits, but if he wants to do it to himself, I'm afraid it will be the biggest mistake in his life.

Deliberately lead the other party to a small remote lake in disrepair, where there are no street lights, so no one comes here at night.

As soon as he stopped, Yan Mofan, who was standing next to the fence, heard the sound of darts flying from behind his ears, when he was still five centimeters away, he stretched out his hand lightly, and opened his index finger and middle finger at the same time.

Although he is a cultivator, he is still flesh and blood, as the saying goes, swords and guns have no eyes, once a dart stabs him, it will also bleed, and his life will be in danger if he doesn't do it.

The killer who thought that the other party would definitely die, before he could say a word, the money was too easy to make, only to see that the other party was like a long eye on his back, and he actually caught the dart with one hand, which is more mysterious than fantasy.

Guessing that the other party might have practiced, he immediately put away his carelessness and began to get serious. From his arms, he took out two darts and threw them at Yan Mofan again, he didn't believe that the other party could dodge this time.

Yan Mofan, who turned around, looked at the two extremely sharp darts, without blinking his eyes, he first threw the darts in his hand into the lake, and then smiled sarcastically, only to see him stretch out his hand at the same time, just like that, with a flick of his fingers, two blue flames flashed from his fingertips in an instant, and hit the darts accurately, and the darts turned into ashes on the spot, blown by the wind, and there was no scum left.

Yan Mofan sneered expressionlessly, "The dart is a good dart, but it's a pity to follow the wrong master." ”

The killer hidden in the shadows hid in the shadows like a monster and looked at Yan Mofan, except for the trick he had seen on TV, in real life, it was unheard of, who is this man?

Although he is a top player, he can catch darts with one hand, but he can't spew blue flames, and he is not his opponent at all.

After some inner struggle, the killer decides that it is important to flee for his life.