Bai Xingshu expressed doubts about Xia Fan's statement, but after Xia Fan finished speaking, he only explained two sentences to the blood river behind him, and did not have any intention to explain to him, so this kind of doubt could not be answered in any way.

Watching the blood river turn away, Xia Fan sat calmly at the small table, until the woman quickly came with the three bowls of tofu brains and put them on the small table, Xia Fan just began to eliminate the tofu brains on the table, and other than that, there was no other action.

Bai Xingshu stood in place and pursed his lips, and found that Xia Fan really didn't plan to communicate with him anymore, so he simply sat directly next to Xia Fan, and picked up a bowl of tofu brain as if no one was around, and ate it happily.

It can be seen that the two steamed buns before did not fill Bai Xingshu's stomach, and I don't know how long this thin boy was hungry before, in short, he ate this bowl of tofu brain extremely happily.

Xia Fan didn't say anything about Bai Xingshu's actions, but just motioned for the woman to continue to make a few more bowls of tofu brain. Then he quickly ate it with Bai Xingshu like a competition.

When the two of them each eliminated five bowls of tofu brains, and Bai Xingshu had already begun to work towards the sixth bowl, Xuehe ran back with a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

At this time, there was only one table left around the tofu brain stall, and the other scattered guests had already checked out and left after eating.

Seeing Xia Fan get up and take the pen, ink, paper and inkstone handed by Xuehe, and then spread the rice paper directly on another small table, Bai Xingshu, who quickly wiped out the sixth bowl of tofu brain, vaguely understood what Xia Fan wanted to do.

However, Bai Xingshu didn't think that Xia Fan could do it.

Although he is only fourteen years old this year, he has already reached a very high level in calligraphy!

Perhaps within the scope of the entire Southern Regions, there are still many people who write better than him, but among these people, it is impossible to include Xia Fan.

Because in Bai Xingshu's eyes, although Xia Fan looked a few years older than him, he was still too young.

Compared with his extremely ordinary martial arts qualifications, Bai Xingshu is really confident in his talent in calligraphy.

So watching Xia Fan lay out the rice paper, and then grind the pen, although Bai Xingshu also got up and walked behind Xia Fan, he actually didn't think so.

Everyone will have enough pride and self-confidence in the field they are best at, which is a trait that a person must have if he wants to reach a certain height in a certain field.

However, when Xia Fan held the pen and put his wrist lightly, the moment the tip of the pen fell on the rice paper, Bai Xingshu's face changed instantly!

Even if Xia Fan hadn't really started writing yet, he just pressed the brush in his hand on the rice paper, just such a simple action had already made Bai Xingshu subconsciously gasp, and his pupils contracted violently!

He really knows calligraphy...... He really knows calligraphy!!

And it's definitely not the kind of 'understanding' that is commonly called a hobby!

Just looking at the amplitude of the pen and the action of the dot on the rice paper, Bai Xingshu knew that Xia Fan had at least reached the level of a master!

This is a realm that even he has not yet reached!

How is this possible...... How is this possible!!

Bai Xingshu couldn't believe his eyes!

He never thought that within the scope of this Southern Regions, there were still people with a talent for calligraphy who could be stronger than him!

Dumbfounded, he watched as Xia Fanti slid to the right without any lag, and finished writing such a horizontal sentence plainly, and then picked up the brush again and put it aside...... Bai Xingshu's face was already pale!

"Perfect...... It's perfect...... This law ...... This is powerful...... The free and easy nature of this pen...... It's easy to put pen to paper...... There is not even the slightest defect......"

Bai Xingshu stared at the horizontal written by Xia Fan, muttering to himself like a neuropath, it seemed that in his eyes, it seemed that the whole world was left with this horizontal line, and there was nothing else!

"The pen fell into a storm...... The word becomes a weeping ghost and god...... How old are you...... It has reached such a state...... Incredible...... Incredible! ”

Continuing to mumble to himself, Bai Xingshu's eyes were dull and he stepped forward slightly, and his two hands trembled uncontrollably, as if he was holding the most precious treasure in the world, and held this rice paper tremblingly.

I didn't notice at all that Xia Fan was already standing aside at this time, yawning with a boring face.

Bai Xingshu held the rice paper, a pair of eyes stared at the horizontal written by Xia Fan greedily, and after watching it for a long time, it was very difficult to get out of that state of complete self.

Immediately afterwards, he suddenly turned his head to look at Xia Fan on the side, and the expression on his face was full of fanaticism for a while!

"How? Now you believe it, the words you write really don't have any value to me. Of course, if you can write better than my words, I can retract what I have said and apologize to you for my arrogance. ”

Looking at the change in Bai Xingshu's expression, Xia Fan said very casually......

"I can't write it...... At least for the next 10 years...... There's no way I'm going to write words like that......"

Bai Xingshu shook his head, and said with a hint of doubt in his frenzied face: "It's really strange...... Your words have gone beyond the limits of so-called skill, and you are really beginning to have your own style. But you don't look a few years older than me, and according to common sense, you can't have enough experience to make such a qualitative change in the words you write...... What the hell is going on...... Is it like what Master said...... Is there really a saint in this world who is born to know? ”

In the end, Bai Xingshu once again returned to that state of talking to himself, looking like a stimulated person who couldn't figure out something.

"Okay, don't get entangled, calligraphy is a trail after all, and the only purpose we place our affection on these trails is just to make the process of cultivating martial arts smoother, don't abandon the basics. I'm curious now, now that I've proven that your words are really worthless to me, what are you going to do next? It seems that it is much more difficult for you to repay my favor than you think. ”

Xia Fan said playfully.

"I ...... I want to follow you and be a scholar for you! ”

Bai Xingshu held the rice paper, stood in place and looked down for a while, then suddenly raised his head and said such a sentence.

Even the title of Xia Fan uses honorifics.

This answer was so unexpected that Xia Fan instinctively thought that he had heard it wrong.

"What did you say?"

"I want to be your scholar, by your side to learn from you! Please be able to do so! ”

Bai Xingshu repeated it seriously, bowed deeply to Xia Fan as he spoke, and after straightening up, there was a rare look of apprehension on his face, as if he was afraid of being rejected by Xia Fan.

Xia Fan's face suddenly became extremely exciting, his previous series of actions were indeed to abduct Bai Xingshu by his side, but he initially just thought that if he could establish a preliminary good personal relationship with Bai Xingshu, it would be considered a success.

But he didn't expect that Bai Xingshu seemed to be directly impressed by him!?

Is today your lucky day? The future Southern Regions Book Saint will be a scholar for himself? No matter how you look at it, it can make people wake up laughing in the middle of the night, right?

Xia Fan thought in a daze.

Happiness came so suddenly, it really made him a little unbelievable