When Xie Qiao heard Baili Ji's words, his heart trembled, and he almost went crazy.

"A masterpiece?" She was a little uneasy, "If I have these good things, I naturally want to keep them...... Isn't it gone if it burns? ”

"Hey, too...... Can you copy it down for me...... My family is all scholars, and I am afraid that I will forget my skills over the years, so I always recruit some little ghosts to come over and teach them, so that I can remember them firmly. "Baili Ji said again.

Xie Qiao was silent for a moment: "I will spend money to ask someone to copy it when I have time, and when your descendants find it, I will burn it for you." ”

When you get to the bottom, you will definitely not be able to reincarnate immediately, and you can pass the time with a book to read.

"Thank you very much." Baili Ji looked quite kind, "I heard the shopkeeper downstairs say today, you are not only a Taoist priest, but also a disciple of the great Confucian Li Shiyan?" That's amazing, I've heard of this Li Shiyan before, and he's a very capable person. ”

"Although my teacher is powerful, he also respects and worships your predecessors very much." Xie Qiao is telling the truth.

This Baili Ji is the most powerful person in the Baili family.

He is the first creator of "The World Map" and the leader of the Baili family.

Can it be average?

"The two of us are also fateful, since you are still a disciple of the Great Confucian, then it is not bad to think about it, you paint a picture, I will see." Baili Ji asked for it, and it was not polite at all.

Xie Qiao glanced at him, and finally did it honestly.

Actually, she was a little tired.

Later, I have to prepare for the conjuring of spirits, and I ran for another day, and I am a little dizzy at this time.

But this one in front of me is Baili Ji.

She has been studying since she was a child, and she has heard a lot about the Baili family, and the teacher also showed her the posthumous works of the Baili family, which are indeed some works that people look up to, and she likes them very much.

So even if Baili Ji doesn't give her anything, she will help.

That's also a ...... Respect for idols.

"I'm not in good health, I'm tired today, I'm afraid I'm a little unstable when I write." Before Xie Qiao put down his pen, he said a word.

Baili Ji nodded: "It's okay, the old man will take a look first." ”

If this Master Mo in front of him is really powerful, even if she lies down and gets out of bed again, closes her eyes, and paints like an earthworm looking for her mother, he can see if this person has any skills.

Xie Qiao thought about it and drew a picture of bluegrass.

Although this bluegrass is simple, it can test the ability to control the pen.

After she started writing, she was shocked.

I thought that this master would not be good at this, but I didn't expect that she would write like a god, the pen was exquisite, and the pen was as leisurely and enjoyable as a cloud, and it was very comfortable to see!

What a seedling!

"Your skills are really good, even those bastard boys in my family, I'm afraid there are few who can compare to you......" Baili Ji soured.

I was very proud, but now that I see this simple painting, I feel that I have been dead for too long, so the world has changed?

Even a Taoist priest can draw like this?

Xie Qiao also mentioned a poem next to him.

Baili Ji looked more silent.

"Your technique is very good, and the pen is also stable, but you can see that there is still a lack of gas, maybe you are tired, and you can't blame you, if you say shortcomings...... The ability to mix ink is not very good, the ink is not uniform enough, and this ink, much worse, you need to buy some good pen, ink, paper and inkstone to use, next to it should also be equipped with a proficient ink grinding maid, in general, compared to the old man, this method is a little immature, but at your age, enough. ”

Baili Ji does not hesitate to praise himself.

"This painting of yours should be able to sell for a lot of money, why are you so poor?" Baili Ji couldn't help but ask again.

In fact, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone used by Master Mo cannot be put on the table, unlike those rich calligraphy and painting masters, who are picky about everything in order to be the best, so that they can be worthy of their own calligraphy and painting.