Looking at Lin Yihang, who had been extremely calm before, lost his composure because of a knife to the old paper, the two old men Jiang and Hu looked at each other. Then they showed a stern expression.

"It turns out to be a master of calligraphy! Only a master of calligraphy can have such an attitude towards a good paper with a knife. This old paper of knife is really worthy of its place!" Hu Kewei exclaimed sincerely.

The more expert a person is, the more he knows how to cherish it. Hu Kewei dared not use this old piece of paper after he got it, because he was afraid of being ruined. If he was an ordinary person, he would not sell it even if he paid for it.

However, now I give it to Lin Yihang not only for the reward of the word just now, but also because Lin Yihang's word is worthy of this old knife paper, which is the embodiment of the value of this knife paper.

As soon as Hu Kewei spoke, Lin Yihang calmed down from his excitement. His face tried to remain calm, but he held the knife and paper in his hand, but he refused to let go no matter what.

"Yes! This old knife paper is really good! Thank you Mr. Hu for your gift!" Lin Yihang said.

Hu Kewei naturally became polite and said goodbye to Mr. Jiang Wendao and the other two.

"Grandpa, I seem to hear him say it was a talisman paper when he saw this old piece of paper." When he got into the car, the little girl said.

Lin Yihang is about the same age as her. Although she is very good at writing, it is admirable, but when she starts calling her master... the little girl is always a little reluctant. The old man said it a few times and refused to listen, so he stopped forcing her.

"Tactic paper... I don't know what happened. Maybe it's the master's name for this old paper! That old paper is indeed a bit different from ordinary rice paper... Haha, Lao Hu, what about that pair of characters? Don't hide it, lend it to me for two days first!" Mr. Jiang was obviously more interested in that pair of characters and didn't get too entangled in this topic at all.

"No! You stingy! I wanted to read your words two days ago, but I couldn't take them home for a whole night. Now I want to see mine? There is no door! I have to go back and read it for a few days and nights before talking about it!" Hu Kewei looked like an old child and was very proud.

"You guy!" Mr. Jiang glared, "Don't forget. If it weren't for my recommendation, how could you get the word "master"? You're so good now, you'll be grateful for your kindness! You can't bear to take it at all!"

Hu Kewei smiled awkwardly, thinking about it, that's all. However, in this matter, we cannot compromise no matter what.

Calligraphy and painting! The master's pen and ink were finally obtained. It was pleasing to the eye and was in a great mood. How could I lend it out? Besides, this old guy Jiang Wendao is not a good-looking lamp. Once the thing is in his hands, it may not be certain whether it can be taken back! What if he cheats? This is a treasure!

"This is how I like it! I'll give you a look and let you stay with me for a few days. We compare the two calligraphy and paintings and observe and appreciate them together?" Hu Kewei put forward a compromise opinion.

"This is almost the same!" Jiang Wendao thought about it and nodded, which was considered a compromise.

"Hehe!" Both of them smiled and felt very satisfied. They have done this kind of gathering and discussing Taoism a lot before! The fun of it is difficult to understand if it is not a person in this Taoism.

"Master Lin's writing is really amazing! The two calligraphy and paintings have different artistic conceptions, and the artistic conceptions of the characters can also change accordingly... Tsk tsk! At a young age, he can actually master such different styles of strokes..." Jiang Wendao thought about the two characters again, and couldn't help but shake his head and admire him.

However, Nangong Yiren shook her head solemnly, "Teacher Lin has a high attainment in calligraphy. I am willing to learn calligraphy with Teacher Lin! I have the order and ability to be judged by age."

As these words were said, the beauties all had bright eyes and looked at Lin Yihang.

Sister Tong also secretly felt funny and proud! Because, she knew that among so many women, only she and Lin Yihang had the closest relationship...at least it is like this now. Only she has had relationships with Lin Yihang. She is proud of her man.

"Huh? This is..."

At this time, Yang Tingting happened to see a painting on the sofa next to her. She almost crushed her to sit on the sofa.

"Master Hu Kewei's calligraphy and paintings... are quite similar... not right! This is too similar! It's not the original work, right?" Yang Tingting opened the calligraphy and paintings. At the beginning, her expression was more casual, and the more she looked at it, the more she became solemn.

"Hu Kewei? Yes! It's him! One of the two old men who came to ask for the word "Hu Kewei" was very impressed by our Brother Hang!" Xiaodao said.

"Hu Kewei? An old man who came to ask for his name was Hu Kewei?" Yang Tingting widened her eyes.

Nangong Yiren also widened her eyes.

"Is Hu Kewei the very famous calligrapher and painter in our country?" Lu Man also remembered something.

"I don't know if you are talking about this person. Anyway, this painting was left by the old man. It is said that it cannot be compared with Brother Hang's calligraphy and paintings. I humbly asked Brother Hang to leave a face. "Xiaodao became a loyal commentator.

"Master Hu asked Lin Yihang to leave his calligraphy and paintings for face? This... how is this possible? The master's calligraphy and paintings are hard to find! I don't know how many people visited them in person, and they tried their best to find a single word!" Yang Tingting was surprised.

"Not bad! This is indeed the master's ink mark. Grandpa likes the master's calligraphy and paintings very much. There is a picture hanging in the study. I have seen it. This is indeed the master's ink mark. However, this calligraphy and painting is much higher than the one in Grandpa's study! It's more grand! The artistic conception is higher! "Yang Tingting was amazed, "Oh my God! Such a painting is simply the master's pinnacle work! You don't cherish it at all and just put it on the sofa? If someone is broken, I don't know how regretful it will be!"

"You like it? Then take it! I see that the word is average. Who else do you like it? I can ask Mr. Hu to take action and each person will write a picture for you." Lin Yihang is quite confident in this regard. A calligraphy and painting that others can hardly find, if he wants, he can definitely make Hu Kewei mass-produce it.

Just one sentence is needed to let Mr. Hu come and communicate. If you don’t know what Hu Kewei will be happy!

Yang Tingting's eyes widened with good looks, wanting to refute it. But thinking about what Lin Yihang said, it might be the fact. Such a painting was just casually placed on the sofa. It seems that the old man just now was undoubtedly Hu Kewei.
Chapter completed!