Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 78

"Norma."

"exist."

"Sing."

Near the window, Lu Mingfei laid out pens and inks on the old wooden table. Under the white rice paper were the crooked notes of the former residents. It was vaguely recognizable that the words "Wang Zihao is number one in the world" were written.

When Lu Mingfei met, he felt destined, you are also number one in the world, what a disrespect and disrespect, is it just a coincidence that I am too.

Added ink to the pen.

"Let's put down the erhu."

"receive."

If the professors and students in Kassel learned that their campus secretary Norma had fallen into the hands of Lu Mingfei and turned into a voice-activated smart player, what would they think?

Lu Mingfei is also helpless, he can't transform even though he has artificial intelligence, he didn't even expect Mai Shiranui, it's too big and difficult, it's okay to have Shana, look at the height, look at the figure, save more materials, No matter how you think about it, it's easier than Mai Shiranui, right?

Too bad Norma just couldn't do it.

The sun is rising outside the window, and the sparrows are chirping crisply. The grandpas and aunts are talking about their parents, complaining that the cauliflower in the vegetable market is [-] cents more expensive, and whoever’s child has a romantic partner, chatting and chatting for a minute and a second. Like the clouds in the sky.

Looking out of the window, the sunflowers in the attic on the opposite side are full of vitality against the sun, and the eyes are full of warmth.

Lu Mingfei closed his eyes, his brows stretched, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.

He put pen to paper.

He bought a cheap writing brush worth ten yuan each from a roadside stationery store, and held it in his hand, but he even swayed it with the aura of a famous craftsman.

Lu Mingfei's method of operating his dexterity is so exquisite that ordinary people can't match it. In the novel, someone with advanced skills can hurt people by picking flowers and flying leaves. I think he once had the means to punch out punches out of thin air or summon wind and snow.

Although his cultivation base is low now, it is no problem to deal with a small writing brush.

Legend has it that Wu Daozi, the sage of painting, can scare ghosts and gods when he writes. The meaning is that ghosts and gods will cry when they see Wu Daozi's paintings. You are honestly so good at painting.

Although Lu Mingfei wrote calligraphy instead of Danqing, the brush and ink have their own similarities, and the technique is just a side detail. In terms of quality, you have to see the strength and charm of the brush and ink.

There is spirit in music, spirit in tea, spirit in writing, spirit in pen and ink.

Natural martial arts also have gods.

The god mentioned here is not the illusion in the interpretation of such ghosts as Nezha Erlang God, but a combination of your character, beliefs, principles, persistence, and so on.

But there is a saying that is good, in this life, the most difficult thing is to see yourself clearly.

It is so difficult to see one’s nature clearly, that’s why Kyushu came up with all kinds of ways to cultivate one’s mind, using foreign objects to see one’s own self. It's coming.

There is no certainty about epiphany, some people will realize it after sitting facing the wall for a few days, and some people may not be able to enter the outer world after sitting for ten and a half years.

Pause the pen and lift it up.

I saw two lines of words on the white paper cut with a knife and an axe, but the moonlight was seen on the steep place, it was there.

"At that time, the moon was there, Zeng Zhaocai returned."

It took more than an hour to go to Lu Mingfei in such a short time.

He first stood still and concentrated.

This stop is more than 50 minutes.

When it comes to the moment when the pen is really put down, it is just done in one stroke, and it is done.

This is the method of nourishing the gods.

A layman can only see Lu Mingfei's free and easy mood when he wrote the pen.

How many people can understand the dullness and tediousness of his meditation before writing.

Not even today.

When he was working on "Tian Shui" in Kyushu, it can be said that he spent many days and nights for several years, only for that painting.

And one is enough.

Lu Mingfei added more ink, and wrote the date, year, month and Yan Luo's name on the signature.

Putting down the pen, he stood with his hands behind his back. Lu Mingfei pulled himself out of the emotion just now, and calmly examined the words from the perspective of a bystander. After a long time, he slowly shook his head.

"It's worse."

He said.

"I think it's good."

Lu Mingfei looked sideways, and beside him was the little devil who did not know when he appeared. Today, this guy changed his outfit again, with a moon-white long gown with fluttering sleeves, a graceful peony jade on his waist, and purple silk hair on his black hair. The sash is tied behind his head, and the delicate ears lined by two strands of sideburns are clearly visible. In his hand, he is holding on to a folding fan, whether it is red sandalwood or agarwood. The tone is vaguely the tone of the Peony Pavilion.

"looks good?"

The beautiful young man smiled gently, and leisurely twirled around in front of Lu Mingfei, shaking his hands gracefully and unfolding the folding fan, and as soon as he swayed, he saw the letter "Brother is number one in the world" written on the front.

After another flash, the opposite is "brother is invincible in the world".

Lu Mingfei: ...

The eyes... the eyes are going to be blind!
He grabbed the folding fan and threw it out the window.

Lu Mingfei's face was dark.

"Don't be ashamed!"

Seeing that the little devil looked at the folding fan that Lu Mingfei threw to nowhere with regret, and shook his head.

"It's a thing from the Northern Song Dynasty. It's rare to have one without an inscription. I'm going to let you, brother, appreciate my calligraphy."

Lu Mingfei remembered the six-character mantra on the front and back of the folding fan.

He arched his hands.

"Farewell, I can't afford to taste it, please be smart."

Lu Mingze giggled.

"It doesn't matter, since my brother can't read my handwriting, it's the same when I come to see my handwriting."

After finishing speaking, he stepped forward and stood by the table, meditating and admiring the calligraphy that Lu Mingfei had just finished.

"Yeah, you know that."

"That's right, don't look at who my brother is."

"It's very reasonable!"

Lu Mingze cast his eyes on the paper again.

"At that time, the moon was there, Zeng Zhaocai returned."

He read it lightly.

"What about Yan Jidao's words?"

"I remember that in the Northern Song Dynasty, the son of the Zaifu was in the middle of his family and drifted for half his life. When he returned to his old home when he was a child, he was touched by the scenery and made Linjiang Immortal."

"These two sentences are mainly about a girl named Xiaoping. She seems to be a singing girl or a maid. Yan Jidao thought of her."

The little devil looked at Lu Mingfei again with a smile on his face.

"Brother, do you think of Chen Wenwen?"

"what?"

"Chen Wenwen."

"oh oh."

Lu Mingfei was stunned.

"I forgot who this is."

The little devil nodded.

"It seems not."

After that, he didn't talk much, he said directly.

"Brother, I have something to tell you this time."

"Ok?"

"I'll be very busy in the next few days, and maybe I won't have the energy to take care of you, so brother, please be more careful."

"Just kidding, I still need your care."

"Yeah, brother is number one in the world."

"Go! Go! Go."

Lu Mingfei thought of the folding fan again, and his face turned black.

"By the way, what are you busy with, kid?"

"Well, it's all trivial things."

The aristocratic Lu Mingze folded his hands in his sleeves. When he talked to Lu Mingfei, he would smile inadvertently, his eyes would be squinted, and his thick and long eyelashes fluttered, making him look as if he had shaken off the starlight.

"Found some weird guys."

"There is also the need to prepare game equipment for my brother."

(End of this chapter)