The next day.

In the early morning, the sun rises eastward.

Lin Zhishui stood at the door of his calligraphy and painting shop, stretched toward the blue sky, and enjoyed the cool morning air comfortably. It seemed like another pleasant day.

It seems that nothing is wrong today, so I practice ink painting.

In calligraphy, he is considered a master, and even without using his beloved brush, he can be called a master of calligraphy.

But in the ink painting, he has only been a little skilled in it for only a few months. Even if he uses a brush, he is only at a high level in the technique of changing ink color, but there is still a lot of room for improvement.

However, calligraphy and painting are also similar, and with his level, progress is also rapid.

Lin Zhishui turned around and opened the store door, put his carry-on bag on the table, took out the pen case from the bag, opened the pen case, and was about to take out the brush, but he was slightly stunned.

The tip of this beloved brush is made of unknown animal hair, and it is so white that it has no flaws.

At this time, there were traces of ink on the pen.

"Strange... I washed it clearly yesterday, why did I have ink again?"

Lin Zhishui felt a little weird.

He cherishes this brush very much and will wash it carefully every time he uses it.

But there are often strange situations. As long as you haven't looked at it for a while, ink will not be known where the pen tip will seep out, and the ink is also very dark in color.

He guessed that perhaps the pen holder of this brush was hollow, so every time the pen was washed, ink seeped into the pen holder, and it would seep out again after a long time.

Or is there actually a piece of solid ink hidden inside the pen holder?

However, it is impossible for Lin Zhishui to disassemble and study his beloved brush because of this speculation, and his career as a master of calligraphy will end.

This kind of situation often occurs on this brush. He has long been used to it, so he is too lazy to think about it, so he decided to wash the pen again.

He first brought a small table in front of the store, then walked into the bathroom, took out a gray iron basin from under the sink, and received most of the basin of water. Then he brought the iron basin to the door and placed the iron basin on the small table.

Immediately, a stool was brought from the side, and he took his beloved brush, swayed gently in an iron basin, and carefully washed the pen tip.

Although this iron basin looks gray and inconspicuous, it is very convenient to wash the pen.

Because the space in the iron basin is divided into two areas by an S-shaped curved metal partition, just like the Tai Chi Liangyi diagram. Both areas can be filled with water. You can use one of the brushes and the other one to wash with clean water, so you don’t have to change the water again.

"Speaking of this, I haven't seen that dead face for a long time."

While Lin Zhishui used this iron basin to clean the brush, he was also thinking of people when he saw things and unknowingly remembered the guest who gave him this iron basin.

Although the middle-aged guest who claimed to be "Lu" looked very sharp, had very straight eyebrows, and was not smiling, and looked like a dead face, it seemed very difficult to get close to, but when he saw his calligraphy and paintings, he was no different from other guests, and he was still stunned on the spot.

After spending 86,400 yuan to buy a copybook of his book with "Three thousand guests who have been drunk in the hall, and one sword frost cold in the fourteen states", the guest surnamed Lu seemed to have seen that he did not have a container for washing the pen and gave him this iron basin very considerately.

Although the customer surnamed Lu still pretended to be cool and said nothing when he was delivering this iron basin, Lin Zhishui knew at a glance that this old man... was so arrogant.

Under the seemingly indifferent appearance, it is actually very careful and warm.

Anyway, it was not a precious thing, it was just a grim iron basin, so he quickly accepted it.

Although it is not beautiful enough, it is of high practical value. With the structure of this iron basin, not to mention being used to wash pens, even if it is used to make hot pot by mandarin ducks, it is no problem.

After a while, the water in the gray iron basin turned half dark and half clear, looking clear, just reflecting the complete Tai Chi Liangyi diagram.

That old man is worthy of being a fan of traditional culture. He is so particular about the basin used to wash pens.

Lin Zhishui exclaimed in secret. Just as he was about to wash it for the second time, he heard a gentle and respectful female voice coming from behind:

"Good morning, Mr. Lin."

He turned his head and saw a tall woman in brown formal attire and friendly long hair standing not far away, looking at him respectfully.

"Ms. Han, it's coming very early." Lin Zhishui smiled.

The person who came was Han Suxin, whom he had just met yesterday.

I made an appointment yesterday to give her a letter and ask her to pick it up, but I didn't expect that she had arrived so early. I was too anxious. It seemed that I couldn't wait.

"Su Xin didn't dare to let you wait for a long time, so she came here earlier." Han Suxin said in unison.

"Okay."

Lin Zhishui smiled and looked at her and said, "I'm still washing the pen, please wait a moment."

"You are busy with yours, don't care about me." Han Suxin nodded slightly, not daring to urge him at all, just stood quietly by and watched Lin Zhishui wash his pen.

She is indeed a powerful immortal god who lives in seclusion in the mortal world. Her behavior can be disguised as exactly as a mortal. She also observed yesterday that this senior Lin had never flew away from the sky or used the legendary movement power. She just walked like a mortal and took a car without any impatience, and seemed unhurried or impatient.

I'm afraid it's because of the extremely long life span and the same life as the world, so I don't care about wasting this little time.

Even washing the pen does not use magic power for convenience. Instead, it is so easy to clean the pen carefully and carefully.

Perhaps...this is the legendary return to nature.

“Huh?”

Suddenly, Han Suxin was stunned and stared at the gray iron basin that Lin Zhishui was washing his pen. Looking at the clearly distinguished Tai Chi diagram in the basin, an irrepressible look of shock gradually appeared in his eyes.

this……

This water basin...isn't it... this water basin is that treasure, right?

There are some magical objects in the world of cultivation that can be called "supreme treasures". Any one has incredible magical powers and powers, almost as powerful as immortals and gods.

She has seen clear pictures and information for those treasures that have been widely circulated.

The style of the gray iron basin in front of me is exactly the same as the "Liangyi Gathering Basin" under the Taoist throne of the Wujian Heavenly Court!

Just a similar imitation?

Or...this is the authentic product?

Han Suxin couldn't help but speak, "Mr. Lin, the shape of your water basin is quite unique. I wonder where you got it?"

"Oh, this water basin was given to me by an old guest named Lu." Lin Zhishui said casually: "Although that guest appeared to be cold, he was actually very careful and warm."

The surname is Lu? Cold?

When Han Suxin heard this, he was completely sure.

According to rumors in the world of cultivation, the two-character Dharma Basin is the magic weapon of "Lu Jianxian". However, the sword immortal has always broken all kinds of magic weapons with one sword, and it is rare to see Lu Jianxian use other magic weapons.

It seems that Lu Jianxian gave the Liangyi Gathering Basin to Senior Lin in order to repay the kindness given by Senior Lin.

"What? Do you know him?"

Lin Zhishui glanced at Han Suxin. These people were all traditional culture enthusiasts, and they might be in the same circle and they knew each other normally.

"It's not considered a matter of fact, I just heard of it." Han Suxin shook her head and said.

That was the noble Lu Jianxian, a peerless master who saved the people of the world many years ago. She could be called an idol in the world of cultivation. She had never even seen her.

Lin Zhishui didn't care, but just said, "He is very considerate. This basin is really convenient for washing pens."

Han Suxin was speechless for a moment.

Such a precious treasure is just used to wash pens?

But that's true. After all, Senior Lin is a powerful immortal god. In front of him, the treasure is no different from a toy.

Moreover, after she started to use her spiritual sense and observed it carefully, she realized that the ink in the Liangyi Gathering Basin was actually a very substantial high-concentration spiritual energy. I think it must be the magic power injected by Senior Lin when writing.

The ink used in such magical and precious copybooks should also be the same.

"alright."

After Lin Zhishui washed his pen, he picked up the dusty iron basin and poured all the ink into the pine soil circle next to the store.

He didn't know if ink could water trees, but once he accidentally knocked over the basin of water, causing ink to spill in the soil of the pine tree next to him. After a few days, he found that the pine tree had no effect at all, but grew better.

So, since then, he washed his pen at the door every time, and after washing, he would water the trees directly with ink, which was more convenient.

‘This pine tree... is really lucky to enjoy this spiritual liquid.’
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