Three Treasures Falling from Heaven

Chapter 343 Strength Shatters Everything 4 [Add More]

When Mr. Zheng saw those three words, he almost spit out a mouthful of blood!
Mr. Gu was stunned for a moment, but he couldn't control it at all: "Hahahahaha..."

Mr. Gu was holding the genuine picture of a hundred years of life in his hand, and sat on the grand master's chair happily: "Who told you that you didn't make a firm request just now? Are you suspicious of my little great-great-grandson? You deserve it!"

Mr. Zheng was holding the picture of Baifu presented by Xiaopingan with both hands, neither smiling nor crying.

"Eunuch Zheng doesn't want it, that baby book is for someone else."

"want!"

Mr. Zheng gritted his teeth, regretting that he hadn't been firm enough just now, but now that the child held a grudge, he couldn't get angry.

With such an outstanding talent, Mr. Zheng would not be willing to be angry with him, he just wished he could take him home and be his little grandson!
Mr. Zheng said: "The last time I saw such a strong calligraphy was decades ago. It was a real painting of Baifu. The magnificent, chic and majestic brush strokes, I still can't forget it. After seeing the picture of Baifu, the old man firmly decided to learn calligraphy, but unfortunately, the old man who could write such good calligraphy should have passed away long ago."

Mr. Jing said, "Old Zheng, you are talking about the picture of hundred blessings that was presented to the old man of the Mo family 50 years ago on his [-]th birthday?"

Mr. Zheng said: "It's that one. I can't see it anymore now. I heard that after the old man of the Mohist passed away, the painting of Baifu became a funeral object. Hey, why did it just get buried? It's a treasure of calligraphy. "

Old Master Jing said: "I still don't know who made the picture of Baifu. I only know that it is a junior of the Mo family. The Mo family really has a lot of talents. Tian Cheng, do you know who is the junior of the Mo family?"

Mo Tiancheng stood beside him and said, "Master Jing, you asked me that. I was only eight years old 50 years ago, so I really didn't know."

Mr. Jing said regretfully: "Yes, it should be one of your uncles."

Mo Tiancheng smiled and said nothing.

Mr. Jing learned from Mr. Zheng's lesson and deliberately tested Xiaopingan.

"Little baby, Grandpa Jing wants a piece of writing. It is best to reveal a broad spiritual quality between the lines. It is both internal and external in terms of morality. It has shaped our great China's broad, generous, and pragmatic moral heart and spirit. Style, can you think of what words to send to meet the old man's demands?"

Xiao Pingan pursed her lips and thought for a while: "This baby has thought of it."

With a small fleshy hand, hold the writing brush steadily, and wave the big hand, the majestic and majestic four words: Virtue carries things!
"Good!" As soon as Xiao Ping'an finished writing, Mr. Gu praised him again and again!

Then, he said to Mr. Jing flamboyantly: "Old Jing, are you satisfied with these four words?"

Mr. Jing's answer didn't need words at all. Before the ink was dry, he wanted to snatch it up and keep it, and then he kept praising it.

Mr. Jing was still whimsical: "Tiancheng, why is this little baby adopted by your family? Are you sure all the adoption procedures have been completed?"

If not, Mr. Jing wants to tell the juniors in the family to grab it now!
Whoever grabs it belongs to them!

Mo Tiancheng: "..."

As Mr. Jing said, he glanced at Mr. Gu's picture of a hundred years of life, salivating: "Old Gu, is your picture of a hundred years of life for sale?"

How could Mr. Gu sell his little great-grandson's filial piety, he snorted and said, "Aren't you asking nonsense?"

　[Jiageng asks for a recommendation ticket. Guess whose calligraphy is the Baifu picture 50 years ago? 】

　　


(End of this chapter)