Three Treasures Falling from Heaven

Chapter 341 Strength Shatters Everything 2
Not a moment later, Xiao Pingan, who was so cute and killing the sky, hugged the fried crispy meat he hadn't finished eating, and followed the servant over the crowd and walked in, followed by Fatty who bowed to Xiao Pingan and escorted him. cat bouncer.

"Xiao Ping'an, hurry up to Grandfather." When Old Master Gu saw his little great-grandson, his eyes were full of heat.

Although this little great-grandson was not born to his granddaughter, but at such a young age, he is not only cute, but also a genius child prodigy. He can write such a handy and proud calligraphy, and Mr. Gu likes it no matter what he thinks.

Mr. Jing and Mr. Zheng, on the other hand, looked at Xiao Pingan, who had eaten a little meat recently, with critical eyes.

"Grandpa." Xiaopingan's immature voice was very sensible and polite.

"My precious little great-grandson."

Mr. Gu is too old, if he can't hold him, he is afraid of falling the child, so he would have picked up Xiao Ping'an long ago.

Those guests didn't guess much. He came here today to support his granddaughter. The outside world must know that the Gu family attaches great importance to this little great-grandson. If anyone dares to make a fuss about this child as an adopted child, then don't blame him, the old man You're welcome!

Mo Tiancheng waited until Old Master Gu and Xiao Ping'an had almost communicated, then walked over and picked up his grandson.

"Little Ping'an, besides your grandpa, there are also Grandpa Jing and Grandpa Zheng. They like your calligraphy very much. Would you like to write three calligraphy for these three grandpas?
Xiao Ping'an raised her cool and cute face, hum, this baby already knew it!

The great-grandfather really wanted Ben's calligraphy, but the other two great-grandfathers didn't believe that the baby had this ability at all!

However, this baby is not as knowledgeable as you!
Just to let you know that this baby is not a stupid baby who can't even write!

Xiao Ping'an licked his little palm, but didn't show anything on his face: "Of course."

When the housekeeper prepared the pen and ink to put on the table, Xiao Pingan stood on the chair, picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and just when he was about to write, he suddenly put the brush on the pen stand again, and the immature little milk voice was arrogant:
"Grandpa, this rice paper is too small, my baby can't play it well, what should I do?"

"What do you want to write?" Mo Tiancheng was surprised.

Of course, it is a calligraphy that can prove that this baby is well-deserved of his reputation as a small champion in the high school entrance examination!

Little Ping'an said boldly: "I want to write a picture of a hundred years of life for my grandpa. My master said that a picture of a hundred years of life can... um, that's right, it can ward off evil spirits, prevent diseases and eliminate disasters, prolong life, The baby's handwriting is more effective!"

Hey!
As soon as these words came out, the eyes of the guests couldn't believe it.

The hundred-shou picture has always been the favorite calligraphy of wealthy and scholarly families, and it looks brilliant wherever it is hung. I heard that many businessmen or high-ranking officials like to use the hundred-shou picture as a treasure to protect the safety of their wealth.

But in fact, it is hard to find a picture of Baishou, because it is too difficult to write!

How dare such a young child dare to say that he wants to write a picture of a hundred years?Sure enough, there are no taboos in childhood, and newborn calves are not afraid of tigers!

The genius child prodigy has just been set up, don't let it collapse!

When these words came to fruition, Mo Tiancheng was a little worried, fearing that his grandson would not be able to write, but he couldn't bear to break his self-confidence.

After a pause, Mo Tiancheng whispered something to the housekeeper, and soon, the housekeeper took several blank brocades of 135 x 67 (cm) and spread them on the long table.

Mo Tiancheng asked his grandson, "Is this enough?"

"Enough."

Xiaopingan picked up the pen again, and under the questioning eyes of everyone, he arrogantly opened and closed on the blank Jinjuan, swaying it flamboyantly...

(End of this chapter)