"The decisive killing can make powerful subordinates admire him... Such a person doesn't seem to be arbitrary impulse no matter how he looks. How could he be willing to spend 50 million to sell the bronze sword worth only a few hundred thousand at the auction?"

Ye Zhiqiu pondered, revealing a thoughtful expression.

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"Are there any shops selling calligraphy supplies nearby? You need brushes, rice paper, etc."

When he entered the city, Lin Yihang asked.

"Calligraphy supplies?" Nangong Yiren thought slightly, "I haven't had much time in Nandu and I'm not familiar with it. Please ask your friends!"

Nangong Yiren said, took out her cell phone and dialed a number.

"Baby, what's the matter?" Everyone could hear the sound on the other end of the phone in the quiet car. Lin Yihang was fine, but immediately heard that this was Han Xue. He knew that the sister's hot personality was nothing, but Tie Guozhu almost laughed and forced himself to hold it down. However, he endured it very hard and coughed twice.

"Huh? There is a man's voice..." The other end of the phone, the charming voice paused and immediately became high, "Baby, why are there a man around you? Oh my God! Is this the pure you who was originally? Tell me, is it that Lin Yihang?"

Tie Guozhu immediately looked at the boss with admiration, and at the same time, he secretly stretched out his thumb. Sure enough! He had long seen that the boss had a different relationship with this beautiful Nangong girl, and it was true! It seemed that the two of them had a long time ago! I wonder when I could change my words and call the boss lady?

"Xue'er, don't talk nonsense!" Nangong Yiren's pretty face turned red, and she had no way to her weird best friend. "I have a serious business now, and time is urgent. I ask you, is there a shop selling brushes and rice paper near Cuiwei Road?"

"Hey, I thought what's the matter! If you want to ask this, you're looking for the right person! I'm nicknamed Nandutong! Any place name in Nandu, no matter how big or small, there is nothing I don't know!" Han Xue bragged at first. In fact, it was not entirely boasted. It was really the nature of her career. It was normal for her to run back and forth in the streets and alleys, and it was normal for her to be familiar with Nandu's place names.

After asking about the specific location of Nangong Yiren, he then talked about a nearby Four Treasures Store in the study.

"Hurry up and go! Don't forget to explain honestly..."

Han Xue had just said halfway through her words, and Nangong Yi was afraid that she would say something inappropriate, so she hung up quickly. Then, she turned around and smiled at Lin Yihang. There was still a blush on her pretty face.

Tie Guozhu looked ahead seriously, as if he had heard nothing just now. Then, he drove over according to the address ordered by Nangong Yiren.

After finding the address, Lin Yihang got out of the car, went in and selected rice paper, and selected brushes and inkstones.

"Now, fewer and fewer people like calligraphy in our generation." Nangong Yiren looked at Lin Yihang with appreciation in her eyes. She had seen Lin Yihang's calligraphy and wrote very beautifully.

"Yes! This is our national treasure. Moreover, writing can cultivate your temperament and calm your heart, which is great."

Lin Yihang is not talking casually. In his previous life, he always liked calligraphy, especially before he became an immortal master, he had to practice calligraphy regularly every day, which was a cultivation of temperament and a training of mind and nature.

While talking, Lin Yihang was choosing the rice paper in the store. The store is quite large and the rice paper is divided into grades. However, even the top rice paper, Lin Yihang frowned when he saw it.

"Why, the young man doesn't like the rice paper here?" The owner of the shop was an old man. He had long been unhappy when he saw a boy of seventeen or eighteen who was picking and having a dissatisfied expression on his face.

"I can only say that I can make do with it!" Lin Yihang sighed.

"Haha, can you say, the words you wrote are the wind of everyone. When it falls on this rice paper, are you afraid that this rice paper will insult your words?" The old man was almost angry and laughed.

Generally, shops sell things for customers, and they are happy as long as they sell things. However, this shop is obviously not like this. When they get older, they obviously don’t look short of money. His purpose is to sell things to people who know the industry and to people who like it, that is the real happiness. Seeing Lin Yihang’s look like these rice paper is garbage, he was certainly unhappy.

"The words written by Lin Yihang are indeed very beautiful." Nangong Yiren could certainly hear the meaning of the old man's words. However, this time she was firmly standing on Lin Yihang's side. Anyone who has seen Lin Yihang's handwriting will have this choice.

"Hmph! Young man, don't be too arrogant. A 17 or 18-year-old boy, no matter how good his calligraphy is, how good can he be? Do you know what paper he was looking at just now? This is the old red star rice paper for eight years. I will sell it for 5,000 yuan for this knife. Moreover, I will only sell it if I really like someone!" The old man snorted coldly.

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

This old man is stubborn and a little cute!

"If you are not lucky, you won't sell it for a thousand dollars! Old man, I open this store, and I'm just happy to make money." The old man waved his hand, looking like you were right.

Nangong Yiren frowned. This was the first time she had encountered such a business.

"Hmm? Old guy..." Tie Guozhu rolled up his sleeves and was about to get angry.

Lin Yihang reached out to stop him, smiled slightly, and looked up. This Four Treasures Store in the study was large in size, with simple decoration without losing its elegance. There were a few words hanging on the wall. Judging from the writing style, they were all made by one person. Lin Yihang understood what was going on just by looking at it. This old man not only sold Four Treasures of the study, but also a calligraphy enthusiast.

"I think these words are all written by the old man?" Lin Yihang asked.

"Not bad!" The old man nodded, and a look of satisfaction flashed across his face, obviously very satisfied with his calligraphy.

But the next moment, his face immediately froze. Lin Yihang looked at these calligraphy and kept shaking his head.

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

"Grandpa, who have you quarreled with?" At this time, a crisp voice pushed open the door to the backyard of the shop, and a girl in a short skirt walked in, wearing two braids, which was very cute.

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

"I'm sorry! My grandfather has such a bad temper. If you offend me, please don't be surprised!"

The girl's voice was crisp, and in the hot summer, it made people feel cool and comfortable. Nangong Yiren's anger that rushed to her heart because the old man looked down on Lin Yihang immediately disappeared.

No one can be angry at such a beautiful and cute girl.

"You girl! Why are you turning your elbows out? What does my bad temper mean? This young man doesn't know that the sky is high and the earth is strong, he is restless and uneasy at all!" The old man glared at his eyes, and his granddaughter did not look at him, which made him even more angry.

If this kind of stubborn old man was not taught him a lesson, Lin Yihang would have long since left and would have been too lazy to pay more attention to him. However, Lin Yihang knew some physiognomy, although it was not as good as himself. Moreover, using physiognomy was to predict the secret of heaven, which would violate the harmony of heaven and would damage the lifespan of the diviner. Therefore, Lin Yihang rarely used divination techniques.

However, even without using divination skills, Lin Yihang felt a sense of friendship from the old man, knowing that the two might have contact in the future, and the old man might bring him an opportunity.

Therefore, he smiled and said, "Old man, I am not impatient and ignorant. But, your word is indeed not very good!"

Lin Yihang has a very accurate grasp of human nature. He knows that flattering is useless for such an old man. Only by using his real strength to suppress the other party in the field that the other party is good at can the other party be convinced.

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

Then, I took a casual inkstone next to me, took a bottle of ink, unscrewed the lid, and poured out some. These things were quite convenient.

A series of actions are extremely quick.

Then, I pulled over a brush, covered with ink, picked up the brush, thought for a while, and the pen walked like flying. Each word immediately appeared on the paper.

"Zhao Ke is a man with the Hu Ying, Wu Gu is a bright snow. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, and it is as cool as a meteor..."

The flowing water is flowing, and it is done in one go.

Li Bai's famous work "The Legend of the Warriors" has fallen on paper in a moment.

When the old man saw Lin Yihang spread out the paper and pen and wanted to write on the spot, his face was first disdainful. Fortunately, he thought about it but couldn't stop it. However, when the first word fell, the disdain on the old man's face turned into surprise, followed by shock, then, incredible, and finally, intoxicated! He was completely immersed in this calligraphy.

In Li Bai's famous work "The Legend of the Knights", Lin Yihang trembled his wrists and completed it in one go. During the entire writing process, Lin Yihang's expression was unprecedentedly solemn and serious.

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

"...Who can write to you, the Taixuan Sutra of Baishou?"

When the last word fell, everyone in the house suddenly seemed to have an illusion, and the whole poem seemed to flash and return to peace.

Looking at these words again, each sword intent is full, and the whole is connected, and it is even more resolute and tough, full of killing spirit. Even the Tie Guozhu who does not know how to write is still dazzling. This time, it is full of masculine beauty.

Nangong Yiren and the little girl both opened their mouths slightly and couldn't move their eyes blankly.
Chapter completed!