"However, I hope Master Lin understands the mood of the person who loves the word "Love". Since I saw the master's masterpiece "The Legend of the King", I have almost never sleep at night and are unwilling to eat. I sit and lie down and sleep and eat. I miss the night dreams, all of which are the lines of words, and the spirit of killing swords. Whenever I dream, I feel like I see sharp swords shining in the air." Mr. Hu was obviously immersed in it, shook his head, sighed, and looked like he was intoxicated.

When he said this, Lin Yihang was suddenly shocked.

When Lin Yihang wrote, he incorporated the sword skills he had learned into it. It is normal for those who love calligraphy to see the killing spirit of the golden swords. However, after the dream, he could see sharp swords shining in the air... This is no longer a realm that ordinary calligraphy enthusiasts can reach.

The old man has a certain level of understanding of Tao.

Lin Yihang looked at the old man again, his eyes were already a little different.

Such things are rare, but they are not without them. The perception of Tao is not the patent of cultivators. Some literati, poet, and great politicians will have perception of Tao.

The Xianxia Continent is actually divided into two worlds, one is the mortal world and the other is the world of cultivators. In the eyes of cultivators, mortals are like ants.

However, some of the best among mortals who are respected as saints can realize the powerful Tao. In terms of the perception of Tao, many immortal cultivators even enviously, and they will be willing to surrender to the nobles and learn...

This old man Hu obviously does not have this consciousness. However, it is in the unconscious that his Tao may have reached a certain level.

Is this the opportunity?

Although it was just a guess, Lin Yihang felt that he was inseparable from the crowd. He met Mr. Hu through Mr. Jiang, and this may be an opportunity for him.

The cultivation of the cultivation of the Tao is extremely beneficial to the improvement of cultivation. However, the cultivation of the Tao is difficult. In addition to self-understanding, it is very important to communicate with fellow practitioners and even the Taoist teachings of the masters.

However, Mr. Hu admires his calligraphy so much, and obviously he cannot fully understand the laws of the sword contained in it. He should not be as good as himself in the path of Tao. In this way, the exchange between the two parties will help him very limitedly.

Thinking of this, Lin Yihang couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. When he was in the Xianxia Continent, he had not seen many relics of the Tao of the powerful. For example, the Nine Heavens Map he often visualized was said to be left over from Nuwa, the ancestor of the human race in the mainland. Even in the Xianxia Continent, it is a very precious mental method.

Having seen so many powerful things, it is difficult for him to be interested in someone who is inferior to his level.

Looking at Lin Yihang's expression, Mr. Hu became more and more nervous. He didn't know what Lin Yihang was thinking.

"I'll be grateful for the master's success! Please give me a pair of words, and I will be grateful." At this point, Hu Kewei had to bite the bullet and go on.

"It can be seen that the master should also be a master of calligraphy." Lin Yihang said in a faint tone.

Hu Kewei and Mr. Jiang both looked respectful. The little girl behind her rolled her eyes a little unhappy. Obviously, she was very unhappy with Lin Yihang's words.

What does it mean to be a calligraphy master? If this sentence is spread, I wonder how many people will be shocked.

This is Hu Kewei!

Ignorance is terrible!

The little girl could only sigh one thing. She even doubted whether this young master did this on purpose. Because, how many people who love calligraphy don’t know the name of Hu Kewei?

This young man's handwriting is indeed good. However, in terms of being a human being, it seems to be a little bad... The little girl thought angrily.

If grandpa wasn't there and repeatedly reminded him when he came, she would definitely give this... a good-looking guy.

Well, it's just a show-off!

The little girl thought of this popular word nowadays. It was the most suitable word to describe Lin Yihang in Xiao girl's mind.

"I dare not mention the word "everyone" in front of Master Lin!" Hu Kewei said respectfully.

That dress of "The Legend of the Gods" is so shocking. The more you understand, the more you can see the taste in it, which is simply unfathomable!

It is precisely because of this that Hu Kewei did not have the slightest airs in front of Lin Yihang and was so respectful.

"Old Master Hu is polite. But I don't know if Old Master Hu brings in writing and ink to let the boy see it?" Lin Yihang said.

"This is almost the same!" The little girl was beside her, seeing Lin Yihang being polite to Mr. Hu, she muttered in a low voice.

Although the two old men were old, their ears were very good. Mr. Jiang immediately turned around and glared at her. The little girl stuck out her tongue and stopped talking.

"Just asking for advice from the master."

Hu Ke was prepared for a long time. He quickly took out a scroll from the suitcase he carried with him and opened it. Immediately, a landscape painting appeared in front of him.

The scroll opened, and a clear and spiritual aura came to my face. The ink and heavy colors were filled with hazy mountains and rivers, clouds and mists. A bright moon hung high in the sky, the rushing waterfalls, and a pool of clear water. Next to the pool water, a woman in white stood on the stone, looking up at the moon...

The painting is freehand style, full of artistic conception, and seems to have a bit of Zen.

"I love words and paintings. However, in front of the master, I really can't take the characters. Only this painting was made on a whim three years ago, and I feel quite satisfied with myself. Over the past three years, I have picked up the pen countless times and wanted to write inscriptions on the painting. However, whenever I have to write the words, I always feel that writing is a blasphemy to the artistic conception of this painting. Now I am here to ask the master to watch and give me some advice. I also want to ask the master to write inscriptions on this calligraphy and painting. If there is a master's pen and ink, this calligraphy and painting will definitely add more glory!" Hu Kewei said sincerely.

If anyone else had heard Hu Kewei say this, he would have been shocked.

However, Mr. Jiang was listening to him now, but he kept nodding. Not bad! This painting is the pinnacle of Hu Kewei, and only Lin Yihang's words can be worthy of this painting. In other words, Lin Yihang's words will definitely double the glory of this painting.

Hu Kewei looked at Lin Yihang nervously, looking forward to Lin Yihang's reply.

As the saying goes, poetry and painting are not divided.

For practitioners, whether it is a character, a painting, a poem, a carving, even if it is a few scratches drawn casually... As long as the artistic conception of the move is high enough, it will contain powerful laws of the Tao. People with destiny can gain something if they understand it.

Hu Kewei's painting is his pinnacle work. When Lin Yihang watched, he found that the old man had indeed had a certain level of enlightenment in the understanding of Tao, but this level is not high and is not worthy of surprise.

As expected, it was as difficult as he expected, and he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

However, thinking about it again, it was because my expectations were too high. I had to come to Earth for such a short time to meet an existence called "saint" among mortals. That was really too much expectation.

Then he nodded and agreed, "Can there be any pen and ink?"

Hu Kewei immediately looked excited, and his old hands trembled a little. "Yes! Yes!"

The old guy agreed and quickly took out the pen and an inkstone.

The little girl came up to grind the ink with her initiative.

Lin Yihang picked up the pen and dipped it ink. He just thought for a while. The brush fell down and the tip of his nose wandered on the paper. A poem appeared on the paper:

Climbing Xianglu Peak in the west, and seeing the waterfall in the south: it flows three hundred feet, sprays dozens of miles of valleys! It is like flying lightning, and it is faintly rising from the white rainbow. At first, the river falls, and half sprinkles in the clouds and sky. Looking up, the momentum turns into a mighty power, and the creation is magnificent! The sea breeze blows continuously, and the river moon shines on the sky. The sky is scattered, and the blue walls are washed on the left and right; the flying pearls scatter light clouds, and the flowing foam boils the dome stones. And I enjoy famous mountains, and my heart is more idle; no matter how rinsed the jade liquid, I can wash my dust and face. I am in harmony with what I like, and I will always leave the world!

Signature, Lin Yihang.

More than a hundred words are scattered and dazzling.

The process of Lin Yihang's writing is a beautiful enjoyment for those who appreciate it. His body leans forward slightly and his face is serious...

When I mentioned the last stroke, there was silence around me, and there was no sound of praise. Everyone was immersed in this handwriting.

Don’t mention Mr. Jiang and Hu Kewei, even the little girl is an expert in calligraphy. Aside from others, watch the excitement, and an expert in the art. Lin Yihang’s calligraphy is not only made of silver hooks and iron paintings, but also in that artistic conception. The more you are, the more you can taste the taste.

"Good words! It's really good words!" Hu Kewei's eyes lit up, staring at the poem in front of him, and he couldn't help but chant.

"Old Hu, now your wish is fulfilled! This character is enough to make your painting shine brightly!" Mr. Jiang's tone was sour.

It’s hard to say what’s better than this painting compared to his “Xia Ke Xing”. It’s hard to tell which one is better or worse. Although it’s written by one person, the style is different.

The words "The Legend of the Gods" are like his poem, with strong golden swords and imposing swords.

The words in this poem are exactly the same as the poem and the painting, with a light and elegant meaning.

Generally speaking, people are like chess pieces. This old saying makes absolutely sense. However, the same person writes these two completely different styles of words, and the person who writes is a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, which is shocking.

Mr. Jiang really wanted to take this calligraphy and painting into his pocket. Unfortunately, he knew that Hu Kewei would never agree to it anyway.

"Thanks to Master Lin! This calligraphy of Master Lin will be passed down through the ages. My painting can benefit from the master's calligraphy and will be known to future generations... There is no regret in this life! There is no regret in this life!" Hu Kewei was so excited that his lips trembled, and tears were all in his eyes.

For an old man who has been immersed in calligraphy and painting art for his whole life, when he is old, he will have the opportunity to let a master who will be famous throughout the ages write poems on the painting he is most proud of in his life... This is definitely the most honorable thing in his life.

Lin Yihang smiled faintly and put down his brush.

"The two old men are too polite. If nothing happens, I won't leave two of them. We will discuss it again if we have the chance in the future."

Lin Yihang spoke out to see the passengers. He was really disappointed. The opportunity he thought was just like this... Could it be that he really was not as good as himself? He also had no props, and his magic power was lost, his soul power was greatly damaged, and his strength was greatly weak.

I can't help but feel sad.

Moreover, he was ready to wait here, waiting for the ancient martial artists who might appear at any time. He took the time to meet the two old men because he was looking forward to possible opportunities. Now, even for the safety of the two old men, he could not let them stay here for more.

Lin Yihang said this, but the two old men were not satisfied at all. Even the little girl was still immersed in the calligraphy and painting just now and did not pull it out, without refuting.

"Then it won't be delayed by the master's time." The two old men stood up tactfully.

Hu Kewei cherished it even more and valued it. He rolled up the calligraphy and paintings and put them away as if holding the flesh in his heart.

Then, he took out a painting from his suitcase and handed it to Lin Yihang with both hands.

"I'm sorry to write the master. The master's calligraphy and painting is absolutely priceless. I can't repay you. This painting was made on a whim last year. Of course, it cannot be compared with the master's calligraphy. However, it also represents my wishes. Please be sure to be in charge of the master."

"Thank you, Mr. Hu." Lin Yihang was not pretentious and accepted it directly. He was not particularly interested in Hu Kewei's calligraphy and paintings, because he knew that the other party's level of Tao was too low and it would not help him much. However, it would be inappropriate for the other party to not accept such sincere intentions.

Sure enough, this open-minded attitude attracted the admiration in the eyes of the two old men.

"There is also this old rice paper that I got by chance two years ago. I feel the quality is good..."

Hu Kewei said as he took out a thick stack of rice paper from his suitcase.

Lin Yihang originally had an optional and faint attitude, but when his eyes fell on the stack of so-called old rice paper, his eyes immediately widened. His figure flashed, almost like a snatch. His hands had already grabbed the stack of "old rice paper" with both hands, and he was so excited that his hands were almost trembling, and he looked back and forth.

"Tactic paper! This is indeed talisman paper!"

"The content of dragonson grass is a bit low. But... it does contain dragonson grass ingredients! It is undoubtedly a talisman paper!"

Lin Yihang almost jumped up excitedly!

Opportunity!

It's indeed a great opportunity!

It turned out to be talisman paper! Moreover, it was not one piece, not two pieces, such a large pile, one whole piece, one hundred pieces. If it was cut, it could make hundreds or thousands of ordinary talisman papers...

Timely rain!

This is definitely timely rain!

I was worried that there were too few talisman treasures on hand and were not enough to deal with the possible ancient warriors. I could only deal with them passively, and felt very aggrieved.

Relying on Xiaodao, Lao Si and others used thermal weapons, they always felt that the risk was too great.

Now, there are nearly a thousand pieces of talisman paper. Although the flying sword was damaged when the last time he made the talisman treasure, it has not recovered yet and cannot continue to make talisman treasures, but it is no problem to use it to make talismans.
Chapter completed!