The morning sun shines through the doors and windows, dispelling the dimness in the house. The clear and slightly warm light hits the landscape map of the screen, making the mountains and rivers feel a little vibrant.

Lin Zhishui stood behind the desk, looked at Han Suxin who was standing beside him, and asked casually: "Can you polish ink?"

"Yes." Han Suxin said in unison.

"Then you can grind the ink." Lin Zhishui smiled.

"This is the honor of the younger generation."

When Han Suxin heard this, he nodded slightly excitedly, walked up to him, took a deep breath, picked up the ink ingot, poured in a little water, and began to grind the ink skillfully.

Grinding ink is a kung fu. The ink cannot be ground too thick or too light, so the force cannot be too light or too heavy. Otherwise, the ink may be thick and uneven, the force is too light and the speed is too slow, which wastes time and the ink is floating. If the force is too heavy and the speed is too fast, the ink will become thick and thick and the color will be lost.

She also understood that this senior likes to be ordinary and true, so she naturally will not use magic power to assist her.

Therefore, Han Suxin only used techniques to massage and grind it gently and properly.

She is calm and has a lot of knowledge about calligraphy. She just grinds ink, so of course it's no problem.

The most important thing is that if she is lucky enough to polish ink for such an immortal master, she may not be able to find a few people in the entire world of cultivation. How could she try to use her magic power quickly?

Seeing this scene, Lin Zhishui couldn't help but feel a little relieved to pick up the utility knife to cut paper.

As the saying goes, red sleeves accompany each other, plain hands grind inkstones, scholars fall paper, and whisper in a straight and vigorous manner.

This is probably the ultimate dream of those who love calligraphy.

It’s a pity that this red sleeve is not beautiful enough.

However, Han Suxin's temperament is very good, just use it.

After a while, Lin Zhishui cut a piece of rice paper, put the excess rice paper aside, and pressed it with paperweight.

However, the cut piece of rice paper has nothing to press down on.

Lin Zhishui glanced around and couldn't find any gadgets suitable for paper pressing. He opened the drawer and looked at it. Suddenly he found that he had never used the bluestone ruler that Mr. Cheng had given him before.

Before, he felt a little disgusted that this ruler was too ordinary and even a little shabby, which detracted from the style of the calligraphy master, so he stuffed it in the drawer and never used it.

It doesn't matter if you use it now.

Because he also figured it out that as long as the calligraphy is well written, no matter how young he is or how ordinary his clothes are, these guests will not care about it!

How can a great master of calligraphy only look at the appearance?

He has such confidence and demeanor, and thanks to the customers in the store. He is so polite and respectful to him, which makes him a little inflated.

No wonder some internet celebrities are always inflated. It’s really that fans are too sarcastic.

"Mr. Lin, the ink is ground." Han Suxin placed the ink ingot aside, then pushed the inkstone slightly in front of Lin Zhishui.

"Um."

Lin Zhishui nodded slightly, stood behind the desk, picked up his beloved brush, slowly soaked in the inkstone, and said, "Since you want to give me a word, I naturally have to choose a word that suits you."

He pondered for a moment and said, "Your behavior is impeccable and there is no need to correct it. It's just that your behavior is a little more urgent, and it also has something in common with the way of calligraphy. You need to "set" down so that you can walk more steadily."

Han Suxin couldn't help but be stunned.

Before dawn this morning, she couldn't wait to come to the calligraphy and painting shop, waiting for Lin Zhishui to arrive. It was not until Lin Zhishui entered the shop for a moment that she pretended to have just arrived.

It seems that Senior Lin has discovered her a long time ago.

Her path of cultivation has indeed been a little too fast, resulting in unstable foundations, so she has not been able to make a breakthrough over the years.

Senior Lin is worthy of being an expert in the Immortal Family. With just a few simple words, she pointed out her flaws and disadvantages, almost directly pointing to the key points!

Han Suxin couldn't help but lower his head with shame and said, "Thank you for your advice, I will remember it."

Lin Zhishui nodded slowly, but thought to himself: This female fan is too licking, can she agree with this? I just can't find any fault, just say something ambiguous and unrefutable...

He didn't say much, so he held the pen holder, whispered his pen, and turned his pen, and his pen was like a dragon and a snake.

I saw the ink traces flowing water and the pen twists and turns, and soon a big word appeared on the rice paper—

Certainly!

"This word "decision" is for you."

Lin Zhishui said slowly, racking his brains to search for words that suit traditional literary and artistic styles, "I hope you can be calm and stable in your work, and stabilize your mood at that time, so that you can have the opportunity to move to the Great Road of Heaven."

Avenue!

‘Senior Lin actually thinks that as long as I stabilize, I will be able to embark on the path of immortals and gods in the future?’

Although Han Suxin knew that this was mostly encouragement, she was still excited when she heard it. There were thousands of words that were stuck in her throat and could not spit it out. She could only bend down deeply and bow and give a big gift.

Lin Zhishui nodded with a smile and happily accepted her gift.

It’s not because he feels that he has a great face or help. The main reason is that the previous customers will give him this gift without exception when they receive the gift from him. Others are like this, so they can’t treat them differently.

"After I sign the letter, you can put away this letter after the ink is dry."

Lin Zhishui said, and then signed two lines on the lower left corner of the big characters.

——Miss Han Suxin

——Lin Zhishui left his name, He Mingxuan in midsummer of Gengzi

Then, Han Suxin saw that the Dao rhyme of the word "Ding" began to change slowly, converge and hide. Only she could trigger the Dao rhyme in it, which was equivalent to recognizing her as the main one.

However, it seems that the single-character copybook is different from the other poems. The Tao rhyme is too single and does not help enlightenment, and it seems to be of other use.

"By the way, how are your injuries...?" Lin Zhishui put down his brush and said with concern.

My little snake seemed to have pinched Ms. Han’s private place yesterday. Seeing that she was so painful yesterday that her face turned pale, maybe she even pinched her purple ones?

"It's not serious." Han Suxin shook his head slightly.

The soul is damaged by shock, and although it is difficult to heal, it can always recover as time goes by.

"That's good." Lin Zhishui secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Whether she was a fake polite or it was okay, as long as he didn't let him pay for the medical expenses.

After working for so long, he felt a little hungry and hadn't eaten breakfast yet, so he said, "It seems that it will take a while for the ink to dry. Have you eaten breakfast? Do you want to go together?"

Han Suxin didn't dare to refuse and nodded, "Then I would like to thank you for your hospitality."

Lin Zhishui took out his cell phone, quickly ordered two people's breakfast takeaway, and said casually: "The crab roe buns in a breakfast shop nearby are very good, and the soy milk is also very fresh. You can try it."

"Just make the decision." Han Suxin nodded, how dare you make more requests.

However, Senior Lin is obviously a fairy god standing in the clouds, but he can still put down his figure and enjoy the worldly fireworks of the world. It is really rare, and he can keep up with the times and play with mobile phones and those apps. It is indeed extraordinary.

In addition to ordering takeaway, Lin Zhishui saw the delivery guy start delivering and was about to chat for a while, but he heard the ringtone of his cell phone suddenly ringing.

I took a look at the call and it turned out to be called by my own little snake.

After I turned it on, She Xilu's stuttering sound came from the opposite side: "Electricity, the meter is out of power...what should I do..."

The meter is out of power?

Lin Zhishui was stunned.

Yes, there was no charging fee for a while.

Given She Xilu's social phobia, she asked her to go to the power supply company's business hall alone to buy electricity, which would be too embarrassing for her.

So, Lin Zhishui had no choice but to say helplessly: "Wait, I'll go back now."

After the call, Lin Zhishui turned to look at Han Suxin and said, "There is something at home. I want to go back. Please help me check the store. When the takeaway comes later, you can eat it first and leave one for me."

"ah?"

Han Suxin was slightly stunned, looked at the direction behind the screen with some concern, and said, "But the calligraphy and paintings in your store are so precious, I am the only one..."

"It's okay, don't worry." Lin Zhishui shook his head gently.

Some calligraphy and paintings are just lost, and at worst they can be rewritten. Moreover, in such a remote alley, which thief would steal it?

Han Suxin took a deep breath and said, "Then you go, I will definitely take good care of you."

"Don't be nervous, relax."
Chapter completed!