In the evening, Chu Chen said hello to Meng Yixian and the others, who were about to return to their respective rooms, and then closed the door of their room, and quickly took out the notebook that was suspected to be written by Zhang Huoni.

"It's finally time to watch!"

Chu Chen smiled, poured himself a cup of tea, and after taking a few sips, he opened the note and looked at it slowly.

The notes are written with a brush, the font is block letters, and the writing is very neat, which is very different from the handwriting of Zhang Huoni that Chu Chen saw before, if it weren't for the fact that a little shadow of Zhang Huoni's pen can be seen between the lines, plus the word "note" on the inner wall of the paper mallet bottle, it would be difficult for him to think that this notebook would be written by Zhang Huoni.

In addition, the content of the notes has nothing to do with porcelain, Chu Chen from beginning to end, basically what he writes is wind and snow, and there are feelings about life, if you don't know, I think it was written by a literary and artistic young man.

Seeing the end, Chu Chen couldn't help but feel strange, just like this, he couldn't see what secrets were hidden in it, could it be that this was not written by Zhang Huoni at all, or the author of this note was indeed Zhang Huoni, but the notes written on the inner wall of the bottle were not this one?

Chu Chen frowned and thought for a while, and felt that since it was a secret, it was definitely not so easy to find, and now the words on the notes were written vertically, so he was going to try it again to see if he would find anything if he read it horizontally.

Next, he patiently and meticulously read the notebook again, but was disappointed to find that there was still no clue at all.

"I can't believe it!"

Chu Chen breathed a long sigh of relief, and was about to read it again diagonally. In fact. He did this as a dead horse as a live horse doctor, but he didn't expect it. When he saw the last page, he really had to put together a sentence "Why don't you try it with fire".

"Why don't you try it with fire? What does this phrase mean? Is this notebook inside. What's still in tow? ”

Thinking of this, Chu Chen looked at the notebook inside and out again, and found that with the current thickness of paper, even if it was the cover, it was impossible to still have something in it, which made his face show a puzzled look again, did he have to burn this notebook to find the secret hidden in it?

Chu Chen was a little moved when he thought about it, but immediately he thought that if this sentence was not what he thought, the thing would burn out. Then there would be nothing.

"What does that mean?"

Chu Chen thought as he unconsciously flipped the paper, and after half a sound, he came back to his senses and decided that since there was a hidden danger, it was better to put this matter aside for a while.

So, he looked down to put the notebook away, and suddenly, he noticed. There is a place on the blank paper at the back of the note, which seems to be the color of the page with the handwriting next to it.

Originally, Chu Chen thought it was a relationship with the damp, and he didn't think much about it. But just as he was about to close the book. A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he suddenly thought of a possibility, and he hurriedly turned to that page again. Only after careful identification did I find that the color was different. Vaguely, it looks as if it has a certain shape.

And. This phenomenon is not only on this paper, but also on the next four blank pages.

"Could it be that these papers are written in invisible ink, and they can only be visible after they have been roasted over fire?" Chu Chen thought a little excitedly.

Speaking of which, some friends may think that invisible ink is magical, in fact, invisible ink is very easy to find in our lives. For example, go to the supermarket and buy a fresh lemon, then squeeze out the mixture of lemon juice and water into a solution, pour it into a pen, write on paper, and air dry.

If you want to make the words visible, just put the paper on the lamp and bake it.

Of course, this is very simple and convenient, in Chu Chen's memory, there is also a somewhat troublesome method, if this method wants to be revealed, it must be roasted with fire.

Specifically, first prepare a small bottle of 0.1 mol/L cobalt chloride solution, and then use a fountain pen or brush dipped in water to write "MeSign" on white paper with good water absorption. The dilute solution of cobalt chloride is light pink, so if you write the cobalt chloride solution on paper, when the paper is dry, you can hardly see any color on the paper.

Note that here is almost, if you look carefully, it is still possible to find a difference, especially this notebook in Chu Chen's hand, it has gone through decades, and the paper has oxidized and yellowed, so if you look carefully, it should be more conspicuous.

If you want to read something written in this ink, you only need to bake the paper on the stove, or put the letter paper on the flame of an alcohol lamp to heat it slightly, and the cobalt chloride hexahydrate on the letter paper will be dehydrated into blue cobalt chloride, and the blue "secret letter" will appear on it.

After reading it, as long as you spray a little mist on the letterhead, the blue letters on the letterhead will disappear again, and the content of the letter can still be kept secret.

After discovering this, Chu Chen immediately wanted to go downstairs to buy an alcohol lamp, but after thinking about it again, it was almost eleven o'clock in the evening, where could I buy an alcohol lamp now? It is possible to use a candle, but when the candle burns, there is smoke, and the paper will be blackened.

In the end, Chu Chen considered that the birthday banquet was scheduled for tomorrow night anyway, and during the day, he had all the time to buy the alcohol lamp back. Moreover, it doesn't matter if you don't have time tomorrow, anyway, the thing is already in his hands, and it is impossible to turn into a boiled duck and fly. ……

There was nothing to do all night, and the next day, after having breakfast in the hotel, Zhu Dafu took Chu Chen and others to his boxing friends in Jinling, and after introducing Meng Yixian to his boxing friends, the two sides discussed boxing techniques for a long time, and when they went back, it was almost three o'clock in the afternoon.

Although this delayed Chu Chen's affairs, from today's discussion, he figured out a problem that had stuck him for a long time, and greatly advanced the time for him to break through again in his boxing skills, which can be said to be a lot of gains.

After returning to the hotel to get the congratulatory gift, the group rushed to the destination by car non-stop.

After more than an hour of driving, the car stopped in front of a rather ordinary-looking Jiangnan house.

Chu Chen got out of the car, and saw a powder wall in front of him, several houses, and thousands of green bamboos.

It is said that in the past, this place was a barren hill, so that the old gentleman imitated the former sages in the township to reclaim the barren hill, open up an orchard, plant bamboo, pine, mulberry, peach, and devote himself to the study of poetry, calligraphy and painting. Nowadays, it is full of beautiful trees and pleasant, and it is really a paradise.

"Brother Zhu, Brother Meng......"

At this time, Mr. Ling's son, Ling Qingli, was standing at the door to greet the guests, and beside him, there were several young men and women, who should be Mr. Ling's juniors. (The characters in this book are all virtual, please don't sit in the right seat, thank you for your support!) ）

"Brother Ling......" Zhu Dafu took the lead to greet him, followed by a round of greetings.

"Brother Ling, I am not invited today, and I invite you Haihan!" Meng Yixian smiled and apologized.

Ling Qingli laughed and said: "As the saying goes, there are friends from afar, it's very happy, you can come to our family very welcome, what's the ...... of this is not a good sea."

Afterwards, everyone chatted a few more words, and seeing that there were other guests coming over behind them, Zhu Dafu hurriedly said: "Brother Ling, let's go in first and greet the old gentleman." ”

Ling Qingli agreed with a smile, and then asked a young man next to him to take everyone to visit Mr. Ling.

Walking into the courtyard, looking at it, the pine mulberry is majestic, the emerald green is colored, the houses in the area, the bamboo forest is covered, the environment is really beautiful.

Because the weather was still cold, it was evening, and the old gentleman was old, so he was inevitably cold, and he was still resting in his room at this time.

The young man took everyone to Mr. Ling's house, only to see that there was only a table, a chair, a bed, and two cabinets in the room, simple and simple, light and poor, if you don't say it, you really think you have entered a poor people's home.

It is inconceivable that the old man will be content with poverty, indifferent to fame and fortune, devote himself to art, and ignore things outside his body, without entering his house.

Just now, Ling Lao was reading a book, and when he saw everyone coming in, a smile appeared on his face.

Seeing this, Zhu Dafu hurriedly stepped forward and bowed to the old man respectfully: "Master, I'm here to give you a birthday." ”

Ling Lao said with a smile: "Dafu, you are so busy with work, and you are in the capital, and you still come to see me, you are really heartfelt." ”

Zhu Dafu said with a smile: "I drink tea and go shopping every day, what is there to be busy!" Besides, you're ninety years old, and I have to come here even if I'm at the ends of the earth! ”

Ling Lao laughed when he heard this, and then the others hurriedly stepped forward to greet him.

When he heard that Chu Chen was Liu Lao's disciple, Ling Lao smiled and said, "Xiao Chu, how is your master's health?" ”

Chu Chen hurriedly replied: "His body is very tough, and he also asked me to give you a word, wishing you happiness like the East China Sea and longevity than Nanshan." ”

"Good, good! Anren (Liu Lao's word) brother has a heart! Ling Lao said with a smile.

"Plus, he asked me to bring you a congratulatory gift." As he spoke, Chu Chen handed over a calligraphy and painting brocade box in his hand.

Ling Lao smiled and took the brocade box and asked, "Oh! Xiao Chu, I don't know if you can reveal whose work it is? ”

"It's a five-character poem by Wang Duo." Chu Chen replied with a smile.

"What!" Ling Lao Wenyan was slightly stunned, and then he couldn't wait to say: "Then I have to appreciate it first!" ”

Ling Lao's calligraphy achievements are also inseparable from his study of other people's calligraphy, among which the greatest influence on him is Wang Duo's calligraphy and cursive script.

At that time, he sought the fusion of various grass methods, especially the two grass methods of Huaisu and Wang Duo. Because he has a deep understanding of Wang Duo's cursive writing, he is afraid of following his old path and finding it difficult to create a new realm. So, he did the opposite, changed the method, and finally formed his current calligraphy style. (To be continued......)