After boiling the Da Peiyuan soup, 6 carefully filtered out the liquid medicine and put it into a thermos, wrapped the medicine residue, and prepared to wait for Zhang Jian to come back, and let him help pour it on the path of the mountain behind the school.

If you drink a glass every day in order to strengthen your body, otherwise it is easy to lose your strength.

This is not the case with the cultivation of the Three Yang Fist, as long as the meridians can withstand the impact of medicinal properties, the more the better. What's more, he is injured now, and Da Pei Yuan Tang can also help bone cells regenerate, which is beneficial to the recovery of injuries.

However, this time is the real Da Pei Yuan Tang after all, compared with the last time, the medicinal effect is at least dozens of times stronger, and after drinking it once, the body meridians will inevitably collapse.

After thinking about it again, 6 Li decided to drink it in three parts, and any more may be counterproductive. And considering that Zhang Jian was hurt by Wanwan's fascination, he also decided to leave one-third to help Zhang Jian make up for it, so as not to decay before this product is old.

After tidying up the dormitory, he sat down in a chair, took a deep breath, poured out the liquid, pinched his nose and drank it all.

After drinking Da Pei Yuan soup in one go, he hurriedly held his breath and concentrated, his eyes slightly closed, and he ran the Sanyang Fist Heart Method with all his might.

At the entrance of Da Peiyuan soup, a warm current burst in the stomach and flowed quickly throughout the body.

Under the huge medicinal properties, 6 Li's whole face turned red, and layers of sweat broke out on his forehead, as if he was staying in a sauna. His eyebrows moved slightly, and he didn't hesitate to increase his mental strength.

As the heart method accelerates, some of the warm current flows to the injured calf, and most of it circulates along the meridians and enters the dantian.

An hour later, he suddenly opened his mouth, exhaled a mist full of the smell of Chinese medicine, and opened his eyes.

"It seems that I still underestimate my own physique."

6 Li was surprised and delighted, he originally thought that after drinking the three Dapeiyuan soups, he would be able to break through to the Dacheng realm. Unexpectedly, his physique was far from imaginary, not only did he absorb the medicinal properties quickly, but he had not lost the slightest bit of dissipation, so it seemed that he only needed two pairs of medicines at most.

Coming to his senses, he stood up on the table and slowly shifted his weight to his right leg, a faint pain in his calf as gravity increased.

"I'm afraid we'll have to wait until next week."

He reluctantly picked up his crutches and limped out of the dormitory, ready to go to the city center.

The day after tomorrow is the birthday of Liu Deyuan, the old man of the Liu family, and he called Liu Zhongtian this morning and told him that he had a broken calf and that it was really inconvenient to go.

Liu Zhongtian said that he would go no matter what, and as for the injury, he would send a car to pick up 6 Li at that time.

It's hard to be gracious, and it's really hard to refuse.

I hailed a taxi at the school gate and told the driver to go to the antique street.

Since I have to go, I have to prepare a gift for all reason.

He couldn't afford too expensive gifts, and as for cheap ones, there was no need at all, so he finally decided to give Liu Deyuan a calligraphy copybook, which he wrote by himself.

When I arrived at the street, 6 walked into a shop that was not much different from Jibao Zhai.

"Do you have any pen, ink, paper, and inkstone here, show it to me." As soon as he entered the store, he moved to the clerk and asked straight to the point.

"The brush is at the counter over there, please come with me."

6 Li nodded and walked to another counter. Glancing at the brush in the window, his brows wrinkled unconsciously, "The pen is uneven, soft and boneless, even if Wang Xizhi comes, it will not be a problem." ”

"Hey, little brother, do you know calligraphy?"

Hearing the inquiry from behind him, 6 Li turned his head to look, and the person who was talking was a middle-aged man in his thirties, gentle and elegant, covered in the smell of books.

"I know a little bit about it."

"Fan Yide, the manager of the contemptible Xibao Pavilion. Little brother, these are the worst brushes in the store, you want a good one, only in the inner room. ”

6 said strangely: "Manager Fan must also be a good person, I don't know what kind of brush you use?" ”

Fan Yide's face was a little more proud: "That's the antique I spent 800,000 yuan to collect from Central Plains Province, written in the Qing Dynasty, the real wolf's hair." ”

"Oh, congratulations."

6. Centrifugal movement, eyes full of smiles, "Manager Fan, good pen and good ink are rare, and it is even more rare to meet someone who knows how to write." To tell you the truth, I have been practicing calligraphy for some years, and this time it happened to be the 70th birthday of a senior, and I wanted to write a letter for him. It's a pity that I'm shy, and I want to talk to you about business. ”

After listening to this, Fan Yide asked in surprise: "What business do you want to discuss?" ”

"Borrow Manager Fan's pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and the price is negotiable." 6 from the light road.

"Are you sure you're not kidding?"

Fan Yide looked at 6 Li, a little dumbfounded. Ever since he bought back that wolf, he has been locked in the safe like a treasure, and he is reluctant to use it himself, let alone lend it to others.

"Of course not. It's better to use the same pen, ink, paper and inkstone to write the words first, Manager Fan thinks my words are okay, then let's discuss. If I can't see it, I'll turn around and leave. ”

Fan Yide thought for a moment and nodded slightly: "Okay." ”

As a calligraphy lover and collector of calligraphy and painting, Fan Yide has seen a lot of famous calligraphy and paintings, and his vision is quite high.

In his mind, if the young man in front of him was not bragging, he must have a few brushes. Besides, whether it works or not depends on his mood, what else is there to hesitate about!

Hearing Fan Yide's promise, 6 Li breathed a sigh of relief.

Perhaps it was the fault left by the calligrapher's life, he hated the inferior pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and even felt that it was an insult to touch the pen.

In this life, 6 Li has never thought of being a calligrapher, and he is indeed shy, if it were not for the birthday of Old Man Liu, he probably wouldn't even want to touch pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Although I have to write this time, if I can borrow it, I can still achieve my goal by spending a lot of money, so why not do it!

Fan Yide brought 6 Li into the manager's office, pointed to the pen holder on the table and smiled: "Little brother, are you satisfied?" ”

6 When he was away from the sight of the sight, he hurriedly moved his crutches and passed.

"Songhua stone inkstone, Hui ink, rabbit quill brush, enough."

Fan Yide raised his eyebrows, looking proud. He opened the cabinet and took out three sheets of rice paper. After laying out the rice paper, he turned his head to look at 6 Li, and made an inviting gesture, "Little brother, please." ”

6 Li put down his crutches, held a pen in his right hand, and looked at the slightly yellowed rice paper, and his memory seemed to go back to many years ago.

At that time, he was Fang Gang, a cabinet scholar, and one of the four great calligraphers of the Qing Dynasty. Calligraphy and painting are unique, high above, free and easy on the surface but depressed in the heart, a qiē and a qiē, suddenly like a dream.

Thinking of the great enlightenment before he died, his eyes burst with a bright look, his wrist flicked, and he wrote soundly.

The pen walks the dragon and snake, ethereal and difficult to find, in one go.

After writing the last word, there were a few more beads of sweat on his forehead, and even his breathing was a little shorter.

"Manager Fan, what do you think?"

After a while, he didn't hear Fan Yide speak, he looked up at Fan Yide, and now Fan Yide was staring at the calligraphy with two eyes, his face was red, and he couldn't stop shaking, looking excited.

"Manager Fan?" 6 left helplessly, raised a few points and shouted.

"Uh-oh."

Fan Yide finally reacted, strode forward and grabbed 6 Li's hand, and said with an exclamation on his face: "Little brother, you deceived me so badly!" You are obviously a calligrapher, but you told me that you know a little bit about it, this ......"

6 Li didn't expect Fan Yide's reaction to be so big, and he was suddenly taken aback.

He scratched his head and said with a dry smile: "I'm sorry, this one is definitely a constant wave." He looked down at the handwriting on the rice paper, showing a satisfied look, "Manager Fan, I don't see that there is no need to trade, I will take this notebook as a congratulatory gift." You make a bid! ”

"Huh? Don't! ”

Fan Yide was suddenly anxious, leaving 6 Li to open the safe, and hurriedly took out a red box, "Come on, come on, just use this wolf." Little brother, you must leave Mobao, as for the reward, who said that the reward is in a hurry. ”

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