"Decisive killing, can make powerful subordinates admire...... Such a person doesn't look like a random impulse. At the auction, how could he be willing to spend 50 million to sell that bronze sword that was only worth a few hundred thousand? ”

Ye Zhiqiu groaned, revealing a thoughtful expression.

……

"Are there any shops in the neighborhood that sell calligraphy supplies? Brushes, rice paper, etc. ”

Entering the city, Lin Yihang asked.

"Calligraphy supplies?" Nangong Yiren thought slightly, "I don't have much time in Nandu, so I'm not familiar with this place. Ask a friend for you! ”

Nangong Yiren said, took out his mobile phone, and dialed a number.

"Baby, what's the matter?" The voice on the other end of the phone, in the quiet car, everyone heard it clearly. Lin Yihang didn't forget it, and immediately heard that this was Han Xue, knowing the hot character of that sister, this is nothing, but Tie Guozhu almost laughed directly, and hurriedly forcibly held back, but he endured it very hard and coughed twice.

"Huh? There is a man's voice......" On the other end of the phone, the coquettish voice immediately became high, "Baby, why is there a man next to you?" Oh, my God! Is this still the same pure you you used to be? Come on, isn't that Lin Yihang? ”

Tie Guozhu immediately looked at the boss with admiration, and at the same time, secretly extended his thumb. Sure enough! I have long seen that the relationship between the boss and this beautiful Nangong girl is not ordinary, and sure enough, this is the case! It seems that the two of them have already had a leg! I don't know when I can change my name to the boss lady?

"Cher, don't talk nonsense!" Nangong Yiren's face flushed, and she really didn't have anything to do with her strange girlfriend, "I have something to do now, and time is urgent." Q: Are there any shops selling brushes and rice paper near Cuiwei Road? ”

"Hey, I thought something was going on! If you want to ask this, you've found the right person! I'm a nickname for Nandutong! All the place names of the southern capital. No matter how big or small, there's nothing I don't know! Han Xue first boasted. In fact, it's not exactly bragging, it's really the professional nature of what she does, and it is normal for her to run back and forth in the streets and alleys, and she is more familiar with the name of the southern capital.

asked the specific location of Nangong Yiren, and then, he said a scholar's four treasures store that was relatively close.

"Hurry up and get on your way! Don't forget to be honest when you look back......"

As soon as Han Xue was halfway through her words, Nangong Yisheng was afraid that she would say something inappropriate, so she quickly hung up. Then, he turned back and smiled at Lin Yihang. There was still a flush on her face.

Tie Guozhu looked straight ahead with a serious gaze, as if he hadn't heard anything just now. Then, drive over according to the address ordered by Nangong Yiren.

Finding the address, Lin Yihang got out of the car, went in to select rice paper, and by the way, selected a brush and inkstone.

"Now in our generation, there are fewer and fewer people who like calligraphy." Nangong Yiren looked at Lin Yihang with appreciation in his eyes. She has seen Lin Yihang's handwriting, and she writes very beautifully.

"Yes! This is our national quintessence. Moreover, writing can cultivate temperament and calm the heart, which is very good. ”

Lin Yihang: This is not a casual remark. In a past life. He has always liked calligraphy, especially before he was promoted to an immortal master, he had to practice calligraphy regularly every day, which was the cultivation of temperament. It is also a tempering of the mind.

While talking, Lin Yihang picked out the rice paper in the store. The scale of this shop is not small, and the rice paper is divided into grades. However, even if it was the top-notch rice paper, Lin Yihang frowned.

"Why, the young man doesn't like my rice paper here?" The shopkeeper was an old man, and he had long felt unhappy when he saw a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy picking and choosing there, and his face was full of dissatisfaction.

"I can only say that it can be improvised!" Lin Yihang sighed.

"Hehe, could it be that the words you write are everyone's style, young man, and they fall on this rice paper, and you are afraid that this rice paper will insult your words?" The old man was about to laugh angrily.

Generally, when a store sells something, it is the customer first, and as long as the thing is sold, it is happy. However, this store is obviously not like this, and it is obviously not short of money when it is a little older. His purpose is to sell things to people who know how to do it, and sell them to people who like them, and that is the real happiness. Seeing Lin Yihang's appearance that these rice papers were garbage, of course he felt unhappy.

"Lin Yihang's handwriting is indeed very beautiful." Of course, Nangong Yiren could hear the meaning of the old man's words. However, this time she was firmly on Lin Yihang's side. Anyone who has seen Lin Yihang's handwriting will be this choice.

"Humph! Young people, don't be too arrogant. A seventeen or eighteen-year-old Mao boy, no matter how good his calligraphy is, how good can it be? Do you know what kind of paper he was looking at just now? This is an eight-year-old Red Star rice paper, and I will sell this knife for 5,000 yuan. And if you really like it, I'll sell it! The old man snorted.

"Oh? So, even if I have money, you won't sell it to me? Lin Yihang smiled slightly.

This old man is stubborn and cute!

"If you don't have a chance, you won't sell your daughter! Old man, I opened this shop, not to make money, but to be happy. The old man waved his hand as if you were right.

Nangong Yiren frowned, this is the first time she has encountered this kind of business.

"Huh? The old guy ......" Tie Guozhu rolled up his sleeves and was about to go crazy.

Lin Yihang stretched out his hand to stop him, smiled slightly, and looked up, this study shop is very large, the decoration is simple and elegant, there are a few pairs of words hanging on the wall, looking at the style of writing, they are all from the hand of one person. Lin Yihang just looked at it and understood what was going on. This old man not only sells the four treasures of the study, but is also a calligraphy enthusiast.

"I think these words are all from the old man's handwriting?" Lin Yihang asked.

"Not bad!" The old man nodded, a smug look on his face, obviously satisfied with his calligraphy.

It's just that the next moment, his face immediately froze. I saw that Lin Yihang looked at these calligraphy and kept shaking his head.

"Boy, what do you think?" The old man began to blow his beard and glare.

"Grandpa, who are you arguing with again?" At this time, a crisp voice. The door to the backyard of the store opened, and a girl in a short skirt walked in, wearing two braids, very cute.

The girl obviously understood her grandfather's temper, and when she came in, she immediately understood what was going on, and with an apologetic face, she looked at Lin Yihang and Nangong Yiren.

"I'm sorry! My grandfather has this stinky temper, and he has offended you, so please don't be surprised! ”

The girl's voice is crisp, and in the hot summer, it makes people feel cool and very comfortable. Nangong Yiren's anger that originally rushed to his heart because the old man looked down on Lin Yihang also disappeared immediately.

No one can be angry with such a beautiful and lovely girl.

"You girl! How do you turn your elbow outward? What do you call me this stinky temper? It's this young man who doesn't know that the sky is high and the earth is thick, his heart is impetuous, and he is not down-to-earth at all! The old man's eyes widened, and his granddaughter did not look at him, which made him even more angry.

This kind of stubborn old man, if he had changed to normal times, even if Lin Yihang didn't teach him a lesson, he would have brushed his sleeves away a long time ago, and he would be too lazy to take care of him. However, Lin Yihang knows some physiognomy, although he is not as good as himself. Moreover, the use of physiognomy is to predict the heavenly opportunity, which violates the harmony of heaven and will damage the longevity of the diviner, so Lin Yihang rarely uses divination.

However, even if he didn't use divination, Lin Yihang also sensed an affinity from the old man, and the two might have contact in the future, and the old man might bring him a chance.

Therefore, he smiled at the moment, "Old man, I'm not impetuous, I don't know how thick the sky is." Rather, your word is really not good! ”

Lin Yihang's grasp of human nature is very accurate. For such an old man, it is useless to pat himself on the back, only by suppressing the other party in the field that the other party is good at with real strength can he convince the other party.

Therefore, while talking, he directly took a piece of rice paper and spread it out.

Then, casually take the inkstone next to it, take a bottle of ink, unscrew the cap, and pour out some. These things are quite convenient.

A series of actions, extremely sharp.

Then, I dragged a brush, stained with ink, lifted the pen, thought a little, put down the pen, and the pen flew away. One word immediately came to life.

"Zhao Keman, Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, sassy like a meteor......"

Flowing clouds and water, sprinkling, all in one go.

Li Bai's famous article "Chivalrous Journey", in a moment, has already fallen on the paper.

When the old man saw Lin Yihang spread out the pen and paper and wanted to write on the spot, his face was disdainful at first. Fortunately, after thinking about it, it didn't stop. However, when the first word fell, the disdain on the old man's face had turned into surprise, then shock, then, incredible, and at the worst, intoxication! Completely immersed in this calligraphy.

Li Bai's famous article "Chivalrous Journey", Lin Yihang shook his wrists like flying, and he did it in one go. During the whole writing process, Lin Yihang's expression was unprecedentedly dignified and serious.

Although it was only a short time, Lin Yihang's forehead was already sweating, obviously, it took a lot of effort.

“…… Who can write Your Excellency, the white head is too mystical. ”

When the last word fell, everyone in the room suddenly seemed to have an illusion, and the whole poem seemed to be bright and disappeared, and returned to calm.

Looking at these words again, each sword intent is full, and the whole is connected together, which is even more resolute and tough, full of killing spirit. Even Tie Guozhu, who doesn't know calligraphy, is dizzying to see, and this time, it is full of masculine beauty.

Nangong Yiren and the little girl both looked at each other with their mouths slightly open, and they couldn't take their eyes off it.

As for the old man, he has been fooled for a long time. At the moment when Lin Yihang finished it, he stepped forward, held the case with both hands, and brought his eyes closer, first appreciating it as a whole, and then looking at it word by word. (To be continued......)