Lao Shan showed an innocent smile, said yes with a smile, and walked to the desk, took a blank piece of paper, but there was no movement behind it, and he looked at the desktop a little embarrassed.

Su Ling in his mind said incomprehensibly: "What's the matter, the pen is there." ”

As he spoke, he picked up the ballpoint pen on the table with his hand.

Lao Shan held the original ballpoint pen, his expression was even more embarrassed, and he even thought of a red on his face, and said intermittently.

"This ...... I don't know how to use this kind of pen. ”

After listening to this, Su Ling's brain couldn't turn a little, he couldn't use this kind of pen, this thing would be used by a three-year-old child!

"Did you attach yourself to my body, and your IQ dropped to negative again??"

The embarrassment on Lao Dan's face was even worse, and he explained a little hesitantly.

"No, I use a brush to write and draw, I have also used a pen like this, but I use a fountain pen, this kind of pen is not to mention drawing, and it is not easy to control the writing, and it is okay to write with a fountain pen, but to draw, you have to use a brush."

After listening to Lao Dan's explanation, Su Ling felt that his three views had been completely subverted, it was okay to write and draw with a brush, but not with an original ballpoint pen? ! Is this still a normal person, how is it completely opposite to what I know?

Lao Shan also knew Su Ling's thoughts, so he said again.

"The old man, I am also from a scholarly family, poetry and songs, none of the four books and five classics will know, and the most proud thing in my life is that hand. It's a pity, since the influx of foreign culture, the Chinese people have used a hard pen, but the brush handed down by the ancestors is a mess, I think, when no one in China will use the brush, I'm afraid, it is the day of disaster. ”

Su Ling didn't expect that this old ghost, who had already entered the coffin, would have such a patriotic heart, think about himself...... Ahem, it seems that I will have to learn how to use a brush from Lao Shan in the future.

"So what should I do, do I want to come out and buy it?"

Lao Shan nodded and replied succinctly: "Yes." ”

Determined that Lao Shan had to draw with a brush, Su Ling went to Cai Hui to borrow 50 yuan. Originally, I wanted to borrow 100 yuan, but now that my family is short of money, and the RMB is still quite valuable in this era, I only borrowed 50 yuan.

The reason why it was borrowed was because Su Ling was confident and gave Cai Hui a lot of money.

Su Ling went to the stationery store in the town and asked Lao Shan to pick a brush for himself, which cost 38 yuan, and the rest of the money was all to buy a bottle of ink and rice paper.

According to Lao Dan's words, this kind of pen is just to buy it at home and play, don't buy it too well, and buy good things when you have money later.

Carrying a small box of rice paper and brushes, Su Ling, who was still very short, went home one by one.

took out a piece of rice paper and spread it on the table, picked up two slippers that had just been used, used them as paperweights, found a bottle and poured ink, and then called out Lao Dan's soul.

As soon as Lao Shan came out, he was still holding a brush in his hand, and he was about to dip his hand into the ink, when he was shocked by the two slippers on the table.

In Su Ling's mind, he could see what Lao Shan was seeing, and when he found Lao Dan's gaze that stayed on the slippers, he naturally knew what Lao Shan was thinking, and said indifferently.

"I couldn't help it, and I didn't buy a paperweight, so I had to use slippers instead."

Lao Shan listened to Su Ling's words, his heart was full of weirdness, and he also slipped slippers, which was not impossible, but looking at the two slippers with Mickey Mouse patterns painted on them, Lao Shan always felt a little embarrassed in his heart.

Collect your heart, tell yourself wholeheartedly, ignore the slippers, ignore the slippers...... It took a while to settle down.

The brush in his hand was dipped in ink, and he recalled the priceless jade pendant in his heart, and drew a circle straight under the pen.

Seeing Su Ling in Lao Dan's hand in his mind, he was a little surprised in his heart, Su Ling knew how difficult the circle was, but Lao Dan's action without hesitation was a natural circle, which made Su Ling secretly say that the old man had some skills.

Lao Shan first drew the prototype of the jade pendant, and from this prototype, Su Ling could see that the jade pendant was round, there seemed to be something else on the edge, and the head and tail were two ropes like pendants.

At this time, just a prototype made Su Ling see many of the details, and Su Ling couldn't help but admire Lao Dan's painting skills.

But when Lao Shan was about to be detailed, he found that he had drawn a few strokes, and Lao Shan stopped moving, Su Ling looked down his line of sight and found that Lao Shan had a little problem in the depiction of details.

"Sure enough, after being possessed, although I can still draw eight points of skill, some things that need to be accumulated over many years still can't be done."

Lao Shan sighed, looking at this mistake that he would never make in his life, and frowned.

Before Lao Dan's death, he was also a master in painting, and he didn't dare to say that there were no flaws in a painting, but he would never make a mistake in a place that was not very difficult just after painting.

"Isn't it your body that can't perform at its full level after being possessed?"

Su Ling can naturally understand this, after all, it is not his own body, and it is absolute that there is a mistake in controlling it.

But Su Ling didn't want to let his plan go wrong because of such a little difference.

"That's not it, it's just because I haven't gotten used to your body yet, so I'm going to make mistakes, and if I practice a few more times, I can reach the level before I was born."

Hearing this, Su Ling breathed a sigh of relief, and now he was not in a hurry, so he contacted Lao Shan anyway, and bought a lot of rice paper, and he couldn't finish painting for three days and three nights.

Seeing that Su Ling didn't lose his temper, Lao Shan was also relieved, no way, he was an uncle, and if he was unhappy, he could destroy himself, although he didn't know if Su Ling had that ability, but Lao Shan still didn't want to be used by Su Ling to open the knife.

Taking away this piece of rice paper, Lao Shan took out another one, spread it on the table, the brush was dipped in ink again, and after thinking for a while, the tip of the pen swayed on the paper.

At this time, Lao Shan did not paint, but wrote the words, writing the word Fu, the first word Su Ling did not understand, and when he wrote the second word, Su Ling understood that Lao Shan wrote the word Fu.

The reason why I saw the second word before I understood it was because Lao Dan's first blessing character was written in Lishu, and Su Ling, who had never read the book of sages, naturally couldn't understand it.

When he waited for the second word, Lao Shan wrote wild grass, although it looked like a dragon flying and phoenix dancing, Su Ling still saw that this was a blessing word, and then compared the two words, Su Ling guessed that it was also a blessing word.

Then there was a Song style, a small Kai, a small seal, etc., a series of countless blessing characters, in the old single's pen slowly covered the paper.

In the end, the whole paper is full of blessing characters, at a glance, a hundred blessing characters neatly stand on the paper, although they are completely different fonts, but people look at it but there is no abrupt feeling at all, but full of blessing to face.

Take away the paper, the old single is replaced with a one, the brush is waved again, this time the writing room, there is no longer the unfamiliarity just now, more at hand, the pen again has more Chinese characters, this time at a glance, but it is a Lu word, this time it is also composed of many fonts, after a while, there is a hundred Lu map.

Replaced it with one again, this time the old list has not been put down yet, and Su Ling guessed that what the old list was going to write this time should be the word Shou.

Sure enough, this time Lao Shan wrote out a longevity word, this time he put down the pen, even Su Ling in his mind could feel that Lao Shan was completely familiar with his body, because when he wrote this time, Su Ling experienced an artistic conception between the lines, at this time, even Su Ling, a layman, also understood Lao Dan's skills, which are definitely master-level.