The pen has been washed and the paper has been unfolded, but the ink has not been ground yet.

However, Mr. Cheng is not a Hongxiu Yiren, so Lin Zhishui naturally had no idea of ​​letting the other party polish the ink, so he could only do it himself.

"Mr. Cheng just said that you are willing to be free and free, and you are eager to walk on the road of heaven and become a spectator in the cloud."

Lin Zhishui lowered his head slightly, slowly grinding the inkstone without raising his head, and said calmly with a master's demeanor: "But you can understand your own limitations and be willing to give up this thought and preserve the family's inheritance. It is amazing that you have this self-knowledge."

Cheng Buxiu smiled bitterly.

He knew that his talent might be good in the family, but he had been practicing for more than 300 years and was only the third day of the road. He was almost destined to have no hope of breaking the five roads in this life, let alone passing the tribulation and ascending.

"Pain often comes from the gap between fantasy and reality. Sometimes, ordinary is a blessing, and letting go may not be a bad thing."

Lin Zhishui racked his brains to pour chicken soup: "If you can't get it, you don't have to force it. After all, what you leave is the scenery, and what you leave is life. When you see through the scenery, you may be willing to watch the flow of water."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt something strange...

hiss……

It seems like I accidentally said a lyric...

But Cheng Buxiu had no reaction. He just pondered for a while, then bowed and said sincerely: "Senior, I am very proud of you, I have received the teachings."

I believe that Senior Lin, a master of immortals who have experienced in the world and been free in heaven, has seen through most of the scenery in the world, so he chose to be a small calligraphy and painting shop owner in this ordinary and extraordinary remote alley in the world...

Perhaps, this is what Senior Lin enjoys long flow of water.

For a moment, he felt that he had felt a little of the state of mind of this hidden master, and he couldn't help but feel it.

‘Can I be taught this?’ Lin Zhishui was speechless and couldn’t help but feel glad.

Fortunately, Mr. Cheng did not find that this "instruction" was Faye Wong's red bean, and he might have never heard of it...

Soon, the ink has been ground.

Evenly moisturize, with a faint agarwood.

"I appreciate you very much."

Lin Zhishui picked up the beloved brush next to him and slowly soaked the tip of the pen, saying, "But you are a little radical. You need to think twice before doing things. When there is no way ahead, don't hit the south wall before turning back."

After he finished speaking, he picked up his pen and wrote a big word on the paper in a flowing way—

retreat.

Immediately, Lin Zhishui put down his pen and said with a smile: "Sometimes, if you take a step back, you will see the vast sky."

Cheng Buxiu looked at the word "元" on the paper. He could feel the wonderful and pure Taoist rhyme contained in it just from the changes in the ink marks. He was afraid that there was some unknown great power.

'This character will be the treasure I have in my box in the future...'

He made a decision secretly, then took a deep breath, bowed with gratitude: "Thank you, Mr. Lin, for your words, I will remember this kindness in my heart."

Lin Zhishui nodded slightly, then said, "It's only a matter of signing, what's your name?"

"My younger generation Cheng Buxiu is also Cheng Qiuyue's father." Cheng Buxiu said immediately.

"I know."

Lin Zhishui nodded slightly and picked up the pen and wrote it down.

Cheng Buxiu immediately discovered that the Tao rhyme on this copybook of "Qi" began to slowly converge and hide, as if it had become an ordinary calligraphy and painting, and the Tao rhyme in it was only him who could trigger it.

Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but feel his heart. Last time he saw the copybook "The Moon on the Sea" hanging on the wall in his daughter's room, it seemed so ordinary, and he could only feel the charm of Taoism. Perhaps... it was because of the signature of this senior Lin?

Just a signature, the copybook belonged. He did not feel any abnormality in such a magical method of immortals' orders. It was indeed invisible to the law of heaven.

As soon as he thought of this, Cheng Buhui couldn't help but exclaim: "Mr. Lin is really a master of his writing."

"Just a calligraphy path."

Lin Zhishui smiled modestly and indifferently, but he couldn't help but feel happy: 'Where is, I'm just an ordinary little genius in calligraphy.'

Cheng Buxiu sighed secretly that this is the style of a master. Such a great power is actually a minor path, which is too modest.

"When the ink is dry, you can leave with your copybook." Lin Zhishui said.

"yes."

moment.

After the ink on the paper dried up, Cheng Buxiu put away the copybook and transferred 129,600 yuan to Lin Zhishui, and then left respectfully.

After a while, Lin Zhishui immediately took out his cell phone and looked at the text message of bank balance change with excitement.

At this time, his deposit was as high as more than 200,000, and he once again reached a new peak in his life.

‘No wonder there are so many liars. It turns out that fooling people is so profitable…’

Lin Zhishui couldn't help but sigh inwardly, and then spat again: "No, I'm not a liar! I have real talents and knowledge, but I don't have much fame for the time being. In the future, I will become a veritable master of calligraphy. It's not too much to sell a handwriting for more than 100,000 yuan per piece, well... I just think it's charging in advance...'

Of course, his goal is to buy a better house in the city, and the more than 200,000 yuan is far from enough to see.

The revolution has not been successful yet, so comrades need to work hard.

"I almost forgot, I haven't had breakfast yet."

Lin Zhishui touched his stomach and opened a group casually, ordering a certain breakfast set meal worth more than 50 yuan without blinking.

After all, I am a person with a deposit of more than 200,000 yuan. It should not be too much to have a better breakfast.

Half an hour later.

The phone ringtone rang, and Lin Zhishui, who was so hungry that he was eager to see, picked up his phone and took a look. It was a call from takeaway.

"Hello?"

"What? Not found?"

"Did you see No. 72? Yes, follow the left side of the road and walk in for a while, No. 71..."

"Ah? No? Are you going against the other side? I mean the left hand side."

"How come it can't be found?"

"Oh, okay, then I'll come out to find you."

After the call, Lin Zhishui stood up speechlessly. What happened to the delivery guy now? He has already explained so clearly that he can't find it yet?

Do you dare to deliver takeout even if you are a crazy person?

But he had to go out to get the takeaway in person.

As Lin Zhishui left, the pine trees next to the calligraphy and painting shop also trembled slightly, and a face slowly appeared on the bark on the main trunk. They opened their somewhat ignorant and infatuated eyes and watched his leaving behind.

After a while.

"Little Pine Tree, do you miss me?"

Suddenly, a crisp girl's voice sounded like a silver bell.

A mist slowly emerged and then dissipated. A pretty girl in a big green T-shirt and shorts appeared in the mist. She showed off her long legs like a show-off, and her fair skin was shaking in the sun so that people couldn't take their eyes off.

The face on the pine tree turned slightly and looked at the girl with a dull look on her face.

"What's wrong?" Yan Shuishui blinked his right eye with a smile, gave the pine tree an electric eye, and said, "I didn't expect that I would come to you so soon. Are you moved?"

A question mark seemed to appear on the forehead of the pine tree's face, and he asked slowly: "Are you?"

“…”

Yan Shuishui's mouth moved slightly, and she felt that her charming eyes were thrown to Mu. Well, it was really Mu.

She took a deep breath and said helplessly: "Did you forget last night? I was the one in the store last night and said I wanted to help you turn into a human form. Have you even forgotten your sister?"

The pine tree recalled the face with a solid face for a while, then slowly said: "Oh, it turns out it's you. I'm sorry, I'm a little... a little..."

It seems that it cannot find the word to describe its own situation.

"Alzheimer's disease!" Yan Shuishui said angrily.

"Well, it seems." Song Shu nodded and apologized a little aggrievedly: "I'm sorry."

"Okay, okay, it's not your fault, after all, you are wood."

Yan Shuishui reached out and touched its bark and said, "Don't worry, I will ask your master for you later. See if he agrees to make you transform. However... After I asked Master last night, I found that your master is much more powerful than I thought. I dare not anger him, so I can only touch him indirectly. If he doesn't agree, don't blame me."

"Thank you." said the face on the pine tree.

"It's okay, when you become a human form, just let your sister kiss you." Yan Shuishui said with a smile.

As soon as she finished speaking, she turned to look into the distance and said, "Hey, he's back."

The face on the pine tree has disappeared and has become an ordinary pine tree again.

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