I'm not immortal

Chapter 103

Jiang Qi couldn't figure it out for a while, so he let it go.

Originally, after testing out that Panlong Pei could resist or even absorb the black fire from divination backlash, Jiang Qi thought about doing it again.

But there are two problems. One is that the current Panlong Pei seems to be "satisfied", and it is estimated that it will not be able to eat the second wave of black fire in a short time.

The second is that Jiang Qi is also worried that the next fortune-telling backlash may not be black fire, but something else.

After all, this thing is uncertain, the way of cause and effect is illusory and unpredictable, and so is backlash.

Therefore, Jiang Qi could only temporarily put aside his doubts in this regard.

"It's still not strong enough."

Jiang Qi sat on the chair, gently rubbing the center of his brows to relieve the tingling pain caused by the consumption of spiritual sense.

In the final analysis, the strength is still not strong enough. Yao Guangxiao's inheritance is Jiang Qi's most important and strongest method at present, but this method is too scientific.

Although it is very powerful, it also has relative limitations.

Don't look at Jiang Qi's previous use of finger tips to fight against the enemy, it seems that with a fingertip, the feng shui situation will be completed, and then it will be Jiang Qi's home court.

But in places where there is no basic feng shui pattern, such as the basin where Li Chunfeng's suspected tomb was located last time, this thing can't exert its power at all.

What's more, although the mysterious method of fingering starts quickly, it takes time to lay it out.

If there is a way to instantly kill or restrain Jiang Qi, then Jiang Qi will really become a fish on the chopping board.

Don't mention any martial arts masters, in front of the truly profound Xuanxiu, he is a solid target.

So does this kind of person exist who can limit Jiang Qi in an instant?

It must exist, Jiang Qi is sure of this.

Kyushu is too big and there are too many people. Even if the overall environment is not good, what Kyushu lacks most is geniuses and miracles.

Before just now, Jiang Qi didn't care much about this, but now it's different.

If there is an opportunity, we still need to improve our strength.

There is a good opportunity in front of you, that is the silver needle from Sun Simiao, and the [-]% achievement attached to it is Sun Simiao's obsession.

But Jiang Qi has no reason to get it.

If some Xuanxiu methods are used, it is not difficult to be invisible, but Jiang Qi will not do it.

To take without telling is to steal.

"Forget it, don't want these."

Jiang Qi shook his head, I was lucky to lose my life.It is not beautiful to force.

Thinking of this, Jiang Qi looked at his hand.

Obviously there is no change, but Jiang Qi just feels that there is something more.

The inheritance from Su Shi was churning in my mind.

"Go and buy some pen, ink and paper."

Jiang Qi glanced at the time, it was eight o'clock in the evening, not a big problem, as the saying goes that money can turn ghosts around.

It also allows the store to open at night.

Jiang Qi is a little anxious now, and can't wait to try his current calligraphy.

It's as if you learned how to eat big melons by playing Legacy of Hogwarts, can you resist throwing two at once?

As for why I only bought pens, ink and paper, it was because there was an inkstone in Shibazi.

It's still Dongpo inkstone, it's not too suitable.

"good."

Grandpa Sun wiped his mouth, and a bowl of more than 30 dumplings stuffed with authentic three delicacies was eaten up.

Originally, it is not advisable to eat more at night, which is not conducive to the stomach.

But for those who said this to Mr. Sun, the grass on the grave has turned yellow for more than ten stubbles.

He casually took out a hawthorn pill from the drawer and put it in his mouth. Mr. Sun stood up slowly to wash the dishes, and planned to deliver them tomorrow.

After washing the dishes, Mr. Sun staggered to the door, wanting to take a stroll to the square for some activities.

But as soon as he reached the door, the old man stopped, his nose fluttered, and he frowned.

It smelled of blood, and it still smelled of blood from being wounded by an iron tool.

The smell was only a little bit, and the wounded obviously didn't want to be discovered, because besides the smell of blood, there was also a smell of medicine to cover up the smell of blood from the wound.

But I can't hide it from Mr. Sun.

"I am originally from Wollongong, Sandandi people"

Grandpa Sun's expression remained unchanged, he walked in four directions, humming the empty city plan, and walked out step by step, as if he hadn't found anything.

Those who know how to use secret medicine to cover up the smell of blood cannot fail to see that this is a medicinal reed, so since the wounded did not show up, Mr. Sun has no reason to take care of it.

The benevolence of doctors may also do bad things with good intentions.

Mr. Sun has experienced this kind of thing.

However, Mr. Sun seemed to have forgotten to close the door, and walked away without looking back after leaving the door, with the side door behind him open.

After about a few minutes, it seemed that it was confirmed that Mr. Sun had gone far away, a black shadow sprang out from the corner, and ran into Mr. Sun's yard in a hurry.

The black shadow didn't pay attention, and when he passed the door, he brought up a gust of wind, and this gust of wind also brought up other things.

The old man who had already reached the entrance of the alley moved his nostrils again, and changed his direction silently. Instead of going to the square, he walked in another direction.

Both Baiyao and Jinchuangdan are on the medicine cabinet, and anyone with a little knowledge can use them correctly.

But if someone trespasses on a private house, he must report to the official.

Thinking so, the old man walked towards the arresting Yamen.

"300 meters east of the south exit of Qingshui Hutong?"

Jiang Qi sat on Bingberry Powder's sports car and opened the recommendation software.

The old-fashioned art supplies that are still open at this point are the only one nearby.

Originally, Jiang Qi wanted to use his banknote ability, but he overlooked a problem, that is, after the store closed, the phone number left on the software would often be shut down
So now it's just a race against time.

Jiang Qi quickly started the car and galloped along the navigation.

Now he is like that brat whose anti-addiction time is about to come, and he has an idea in his mind.

Master must write a few brush characters tonight!Otherwise, I won't be able to sleep!

With this in mind, Jiang Qi galloped viciously towards his destination.

"However, Qingshui Hutong? Why does this name sound familiar?"

Jiang Qi felt that the name was a bit familiar, but he couldn't remember where he saw it before.

About half an hour later, Jiang Qi arrived at his destination.

As soon as I got out of the car, I saw an old man who was about to pull down the shutter door.

"Grandpa, wait a minute! I'll buy something!"

Jiang Qi yelled quickly, walked over quickly, and looked around at the same time, suddenly in his heart.

No wonder it feels familiar. Isn't this near the alley where Mr. Sun is?
But it's not a good time to visit now, so Jiang Qi didn't think much about it.

Buying a pen, ink and paper is the real business now.

"You're a young man who is really stuck. If you come one minute late, I'll close the door."

The shop owner was an old man in his sixties, he pushed the shutter door up again with a smile, and waved his hand to welcome Jiang Qi into the shop.

"It's better to come early than to come at a good time. It makes you tired."

Jiang Qi smiled and nodded, and walked into the store.

I can't say how exquisite the decoration is, but it can be seen at a glance that this is an old store.

"Master, do you have any old paper here?"

Jiang Qi asked tentatively.

The boss was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and said, "This is really not there, why don't you look at other things?"

Jiang Qi was not disappointed either, and said, "A brush, a piece of loose ink, and a piece of paper."

"The pen is here, you pick it yourself, as for the ink."

The boss hesitated a little, and said: "There are no high-quality Songmo, but there are inferior ones."

"Alright."

Jiang Qi blinked, watched the boss walk into the back room, and then walked to the place where the writing brush was hanging.

Just glanced at it, and took off a brush.

This one is the best quality here, and likewise, [-]% is also the most expensive.

After a while, the boss came over with a small box in his hand.

Seeing that Jiang Qi had picked out the brush, he glanced at Jiang Qi and then at the sports car at the door, as if he was regretting something.

"Songmo adds this pen, count you a thousand, and the paper will give you a knife."

As the boss said, he was going to wrap it up for Jiang Qi.

However, Jiang Qi interrupted the boss and said, "Can I take your treasure and try my pen?"

"of course can."

The boss was taken aback when he heard the words, as if he was a little surprised, he nodded naturally.

Then he brought Jiang Qi to the table.

There was paperweight pressed paper on it, and an ink bottle.

Jiang Qi thought for a while, put the selected Yanghao brush aside, picked up a pen on the pen holder next to it, and licked up the ink.

The boss was about to speak, when he saw that Jiang Qi had already written, he subconsciously glanced at it, and couldn't move it anymore.

"Don't listen to the sound of Chuanlin beating leaves, why not scream and walk slowly"

Jiang Qi wrote like flying, and it fell on the paper. It was Fangzheng's regular script.

The boss's face was a little dull.

Grandpa Sun came out of the police yamen unsteadily, and was going to take a walk around the square to pass the time.

As soon as I looked up, I saw Xiao Zhang's art supplies store was still open, so I strolled over.

It's also good to pass the time with a cup of tea.

Thinking so, the old man crossed the road and was stunned for a moment when he saw the license plate on the sports car at the door.

"this is not"

A look of interest flashed in the old man's eyes, he opened the door and walked into the shop.

It was found that Xiao Zhang was staring straight at a young man writing.

As for the young man's back, Mr. Sun also looked familiar, so he walked over slowly with light steps.

Strange to say, at such a short distance, Xiao Zhang didn't realize that there was such a big living person beside him.

What kind of characters did Jiang Xiaozi write that made Xiao Zhang read so intently?

Mr. Sun leaned over to take a look curiously.

"Bamboo stick straw sandals lightly beat horses, who is afraid, a misty rain Ren Pingsheng"

"Good word!"

Grandpa Sun couldn't help applauding.

This time, the boss was also awakened, and after a clever play, he noticed Mr. Sun.

"Grandpa? When did you come?"

"Father?"

Jiang Qi also stopped writing and turned around to say hello. He naturally knew that someone was coming, but he didn't expect it to be Mr. Sun.

"Ah."

Grandpa Sun nodded perfunctorily, without taking his eyes off Jiang Qi's handwriting, and praised: "Good handwriting!"

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, the old man really thought Dongpo was alive!"

"You're flattered, just write whatever you want."

Jiang Qi scratched his head, then looked back at the boss, and said with a smile: "Boss, can you sell me the good pine ink and old paper now?"

The boss just came back to his senses, and when he heard this, he glanced at Jiang Qi rather strangely, and asked, "You've seen it a long time ago?"

"The reason why you said no is because you are afraid that I will spoil a good thing."

Jiang Qi said with a smile: "After all, I really don't look like an accomplished person."

"I was wrong, you wait."

The boss was also very happy, so he went to the back room after finishing speaking.

"Old man, it's getting late, why are you out for a walk at this time?"

Jiang Qi looked at Mr. Sun who was still tasting his characters.

"A wounded little mouse entered the house, no, let the police deal with it."

Grandpa Sun pointed to the opposite side of the shop door without looking up.

It was only then that Jiang Qi discovered that there was a police duty room.

At the same time, I also know that the little mouse that Mr. Sun refers to means something else.

"Then I will accompany you back."

Jiang Qi probably could guess what was going on here, so he said it right away.

"it is good."

Grandpa Sun didn't refuse either, and nodded.

After a while, the boss came out from the back room with two boxes, one long and the other short.

"This is fine pine ink, and 30-year-old paper, a total of two knives."

The boss put it on the table and wrapped up the brush pen by the way.

Jiang Qi just took out his mobile phone and said, "How much is the total?"

The boss hesitated for a moment, but still gritted his teeth and said, "If possible, can you use this picture to top it?"

"can."

Jiang Qi readily agreed.

Logically speaking, this is degrading, but if Su Shi was here, he would probably agree.

Do you know Wang Xizhi's Changing Goose Sutra?
How can the affairs of literati be called insulting?
The boss happily put away the paper, and said to Jiang Qi: "Don't think my shop is small, but there is no shortage of things. Grandpa knows it."

"If you run out of pen and ink in the future, just come and get them."

"it is good."

Jiang Qi smiled and nodded, and under the boss's reluctant eyes, he helped Mr. Sun out.

After putting the things in the car, Jiang Qi followed Mr. Sun towards home.

"Xiao Zhang still knows how to measure, so I didn't ask you to sign the payment."

Grandpa Sun said softly.

Jiang Qi kept walking, and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, I'm just a student anyway."

The old man looked at him in surprise, and said: "You boy, I really don't know how you can practice such handwriting at such a young age."

"This is not to say that Dongpo's essence has been acquired, but that it seems that Dongpo is still alive. After time, after integration and mastery, he must be a master in the literary world."

"You're exaggerating more and more."

Jiang Qi's family knows about his own family affairs, and his calligraphy is completely fake, how can he improve?
Unless Jiang Qi can find Wang Xizhi's obsession
"Old man, can you guess exactly who entered your house?"

Jiang Qi changed the subject.

"It's probably a Lianjiazi, with a long breath between breaths, not like ordinary people."

Grandpa Sun also cooperated and followed the words.

"Practice family?"

Jiang Qi's heart skipped a beat, but he didn't say much.

When he arrived at the door of the old man's house, Jiang Qi pressed the three policemen to sit there sullenly, with a somewhat disappointed expression.

This is not caught?

Jiang Qi glanced at Mr. Sun's yard.

Residue of Xuan Qi
And there are three different qi machines.

(End of this chapter)