After a few days of Han Yiming's life, most of the white paper book was drawn. Apart from the unsightly pages he drew, the graphics behind were all very exquisite, either delicate and meticulous, or freehand brushwork, all of which were profound in brushwork and quite accomplished. The flowers and leaves were all clearly and clearly, and their spirits and shapes were all in their shapes. The small characters on the annotations next to them were also written in different sizes and shapes, but they all had their own characteristics. Han Yiming couldn't help but feel ashamed of the pages he drew them off and burned them. He was stopped by Ding Wu: "Junior brother, I was illiterate, so I asked these people to touch them. If I could read, even if I was ugly, I wouldn't tear them down!"

He held the booklet in his arms like a treasure, looked at it and looked at it, and couldn't let it go. Han Yiming said, "Senior Brother, you want to write next time, I will write it for you. But if you want to draw, I dare not draw it for you anymore. I wouldn't have drawn it." Ding Wu said, "I am really uneasy to alarm these many brothers. Junior Brother, I just have vegetables, maybe even the seeds will not grow or bear, and maybe no one will know it after that, so I wrote it down and everyone took a look. However, even Master Bai Ying was alarmed and said that she would use it to draw the rare flowers she planted. Oh, Master Uncle was still... Why did he bring Master Uncle to be alarmed! If I had known that the master was mobilized in this way, I would not have drawn it."

Han Yiming said: "Maybe uncle is the same as his senior brother. It's better, some flowers and plants are really strange, so it's better to write them down." Ding Wu was still sighing freely. Han Yiming took the booklet from his hand and opened it and flipped it down. These dozens of handwriting were completely different, but it made him smile.

A few days later, at noon, Han Yiming had lunch and was going to see Ding Wu, suddenly Qin Wufang's voice said in his heart: "Yiming, come." Han Yiming went to Yule. It was noon, and the sun was bright and the bamboo shadows were swaying. When he walked to the house, he heard Qin Wufang's voice saying in the house: "Yiming, come in quickly."

Han Yiming walked into the room, Qin Wufang was sitting behind the desk and carefully reading a book. When he heard him come in, he raised his head and said, "Yiming, come on!" Han Yiming walked forward and suddenly saw that the book that the master was reading was Ding Wu's booklet. Qin Wufang said, "Yiming, did you draw these first few pages?" Han Yiming blushed and replied honestly, "Yes, I won't draw it, so my master will laugh!" Qin Wufang said, "What's the matter? How about I add a few strokes to you?" Although Han Yiming had never seen the master's calligraphy and painting, he was only better than himself, so he said, "Thank you, Master!"

Qin Wufang started his pen, dipped it in thick ink, and carefully outlined the leaf tendons on his long leaves that were painted like that of thatch. Only a few strokes had greatly improved the messy thatch. Qin Wufang said: "Well, it's good, I'll help you draw a few pages, it's better." Then he drew the pen on the top, and the stroke fell on the paper, drawing a thin and powerful line. Han Yiming was about to speak, but he saw the line slowly penetrate into the paper and disappeared in a blink of an eye!

He was stunned. He clearly saw black ink falling from the white paper, why did there be no shadow in a moment? He moved his eyes away for a moment, and then looked at the paper. The black line that had just been hooked was indeed gone! He raised his head and saw Qin Wufang frowned and looked at the paper carefully. After a while, Qin Wufang put down his brush, gently turned the booklet one page, looked at it, and looked up to look at Han Yiming. Han Yiming was puzzled, but he saw the master nodding and flipping the booklet one by one in his hand.

Qin Wufang finished reading the booklet and was silent for a long time. Han Yiming had no idea what his master was looking at, nor did he understand why the ordinary white paper made the black line disappear in an instant, but he didn't say a word. After a long time, Qin Wufang nodded, picked up the booklet, and handed it over: "Yiming, take a look, I see what you might see?"

Han Yiming took it in his hand as he spoke, and flipped it out one by one. Apart from seeing the handwriting of the senior brothers in the booklet, he could not see anything. After turning it over, he had drawn countless strange flowers and plants, all of which were finely drawn with a slightly painted blue color. The handwriting on the side was extremely elegant and elegant, obviously written by a woman. Although they were all extremely beautiful, there were still many differences between the strokes and hooks. I am afraid that it was written by Master Bai Ying and his senior sisters.

After flipping, he raised his head and saw the master looking at him, and said, "Master, this is written by all the teachers." Qin Wufang nodded: "What else do you see?" Han Yiming shook his head, Qin Wufang sighed and said, "There are only two people missing on this, which includes all the living disciples in Lingshan!" Han Yiming was shocked, not knowing that these senior brothers had written on it!

Qin Wufang turned it over again and said, "Even the fifth junior brother wrote a few words for Ding Wu, which really surprised me! This booklet is really interesting!" Han Yiming didn't understand what the master said was "some meaningful". Qin Wufang said, "Yiming, from today, I will give you the colorless and formless treasure mirror, and you can understand it well." As he said, he handed over the colorless and formless treasure mirror.

Han Yiming reached out to take it, held it in his hand, and listened to Qin Wufang, "Yiming, this treasure mirror can only be seen by those who are destined, and only those who are destined can see it. People who are not destined cannot see or touch it." Han Yiming was shocked: "Master, disciple, disciple, don't dare to take it for yourself without authorization!" Qin Wufang said: "You, don't worry, even if you take it for yourself, it depends on whether you have the fate. You don't have to refuse, just put it all with you."

"Han Yiming took it with both hands, and saw clear ripples on the mirror. The one that was connected to his hand was not a bronze mirror, but rather a lake of clear water. He said strangely: "Master, what is fate?" Qin Wufang smiled slightly: "Yiming, you know whether you have a fate or not. You don't have to suffer. If you have a fate, you will know." After a pause, he said: "In fact, you have a mystery that cannot be broken. Only when you can break it can you make progress."
Chapter completed!