The old man in Tang suit was very angry. As his identity, he had never waited for two days. He had never seen him again since Lu Feng left that day.

"What kind of discipline is that young people today have no self-discipline at all and haven't come to practice qigong for two days." Mr. Li shook his sleeves.

Li Moge, who was yawning aside, mercilessly laughed: "Grandpa, I think you want to read the words, even the paper and pen are ready."

The old man couldn't refute even if he blew his beard. After all, he regretted it all these days.

When Lu Feng appeared again, he saw the grandparents and grandchildren, looking at him with fiery eyes.

Especially the old man, his eyes were about to be glared out.

"Little brother, you are finally here. I have been waiting for a long time. I am really sorry for the previous incident. I misunderstood it."

The old man in Tang suit quickly met him, without any airs at all, but instead seemed to be friends of peers.

"Just call me Mr. Li."

Lu Feng looked confused. How could the old man's attitude become so fast?

However, he did not dare to neglect. Judging from the appearance of the old man, he was a rich and powerful man. With his current physiognomy skills, he could not even see clearly, which shows that the other person has a high position and is of great importance.

At least taller than Master Qiao Si.

This small Tianbei City seems to be hidden and hiding dragons and tigers, and Lu Feng will not be careless because of his identity as a monk.

"Hello, sir." Lu Feng was quite respectful.

Li Xianghua habitually half-squinted his eyes and looked at this junior.

He has improved his figure, his back is upright, and his eyebrows are unyielding, but he does not have full aura.

He has seen too many young people, either with a deep background or a talented person, but few of them can calm down.

The boy was in high spirits, not to mention that Lu Feng was still a monk, but he was so calm.

Mr. Li became more and more satisfied with the more he looked at it.

"I saw you that day and practiced here. After you left, I found that there was an additional word "Yong" in the place where you stood. Do you know how to calligraphy?"

Lu Feng finally understood what the old man was here to do. He glanced back and saw the bodyguards placing pens and ink next to them, and smiled knowingly.

"I understand a little bit. I learned it from a teacher for a while when I was a child." Lu Feng is not a lie.

Opposite him to live was a young male teacher. When his adoptive father was still there, he often took Lu Feng to visit the door. The teacher liked calligraphy very much. If Lu Feng had any trouble, he would go there to study.

Lu Yongqiang is just a driver and has no money or ability, but he has always believed that studying is the way out.

Learn more skills and ask less to do something in the future.

So although Lu Feng has never attended cram school, he has learned a lot of things.

"Can you write a few?" Mr. Li suppressed his excited expression.

Lu Feng couldn't help but be funny. It's hard to imagine how this old man would behave like this, just like a child asking for candy.

Li Moge, who was beside him, had already covered his eyes.

"Old Li is polite, please give me some advice." Lu Feng did not refuse. If this person really comes from Jiangshui City, maybe in the future, he would have something to come to him.

When Lu Feng thought of Chen Manman's incident, he felt unhappy.

The bodyguard quickly brought the table, spread the rice paper like snowflakes, and grind the ink.

When the morning wind blew, the air on the lakeside seemed to be soaked ink.

“What to write?”

Lu Feng was hesitant when he picked up the pen.

Close his eyes and thought carefully. His life and the opportunities during this period made him suddenly see more things clearly.

Dip ink, lift the pen, and put the pen down.

Li Moge was originally bored, fiddling with exquisite bracelets and his eyes were lazy, but at this moment, he was suddenly attracted by the boy in white.

She has seen countless rich children, most of whom have very good conversations, but that’s all.

However, the boy and the ink fragrance, the boy and the lakeside, the boy and the morning sunshine... This is a completely strange and magnificent scene.

On the bright lakeside, there are ginkgo leaves rustling, and a gentle scholar.

When she saw her grandfather, she was stunned and couldn't help but take a small step and run forward to take a look.

The rice paper was a little whiter than her skin, and now it was a black ink mark.

What Lu Feng wrote is not running script or cursive script, but correct regular script.

The girl murmured and read out the contents on the paper.

"See yourself."

"See the heaven and earth."

"See all living beings."

The wind on the lakeside blew across her cheeks and her ponytail swung gently. Li Moge was not interested in calligraphy, but at this moment, for some reason, when he saw this word, he felt a trembling from the inside out.

Her soul seemed to be sucked into it.

Li Moge didn't understand that powerful monks, especially those who specialize in calligraphy and painting, could reach an extremely terrible state.

Wen controls people, curses drive away evil spirits, writes three thousand pens to suppress demons, and splashes ink to stabilize mountains and rivers.

Although Lu Feng only took one step, it was enough to have a spiritual impact on ordinary people.

"Good words! Good mood!" Old Li's eyes lit up. Although this word, although for everyone in calligraphy, is a bit immature, to be precise, not too formal.

But it is precisely because of this that Lu Feng’s artistic conception is written.

"See yourself, see the heaven and earth, see sentient beings... You can see through the three realms of life at a young age, which is really amazing."

Mr. Li became more and more happy the more he looked at him, and he became more and more liked him the more he looked at him.

In another ten years, no, five years, he dares to bet that this big boy would be able to dominate the calligraphy world in this vast China.

But why is this stroke a little familiar?

Of course, this small question was quickly ignored by Mr. Li, and at this time he had completely integrated into Lu Feng's handwriting.

This calligraphy is spiritual and Lu Feng’s understanding of cultivation. With his understanding of "Yongzi Sword Art", it is naturally different.

When Lu Feng saw that there were tears flashing in the old man's eyes.

After a moment, Mr. Li took a deep breath, and when he looked at Lu Feng again, his eyes were filled with appreciation.

"My friend, to be honest, I really want to collect this work of yours, but when I see the content above, I suddenly feel that I am too selfish. Maybe I should let more people see it, maybe it should let it play a greater role."

"Tonight, there will be an auction of calligraphy, paintings, antiques and toys in Tianbei City. All the auction items will be donated to several orphanages in Tianbei City. If you want, I can take this calligraphy for you to auction."

Lu Feng was ecstatic. He grew up in an orphanage and naturally understood the conditions there. If they could improve, it would be of course good.

"Then I'll bother the old man."

"Are you really willing? Do you know that you can only write this word if you have the right time, place and people. I'm afraid that you will not be able to reach this level in a short time." Mr. Li asked.

Lu Feng is still determined.

Mr. Li smiled faintly and took out an invitation: "This is my invitation, but if you have something to do at night, I won't go."

Lu Feng was amazed at his tongue. This invitation seemed to be a little too high-end.

Although he accepted it, he was too lazy to go. After all, those who could enter and exit such occasions were all high-end people, and it is very likely that they would meet Zheng Xiuer's group of people.

When Lu Feng left, Mr. Li turned around and saw his granddaughter stomping his feet angrily.

"Girl, what's wrong?"

Li Moge widened his eyes and gritted his teeth and said, "Grandpa, he doesn't know my name yet."

Mr. Li suddenly realized and then burst into laughter.

The latter reacted and his face was flushed.

...

Mu Yeqing has been on a business trip these days and is not in the company, but Lu Feng is much more peaceful.

But I was still worried about the insects on her body.

While working, he looked through the merit value. The merit value at this time was almost 1,000.

"The spirit of the weapon, lottery!"

Rotary wheel.

After drawing nearly two hundred merit values ​​in a row, Lu Feng only drew a puppet.

"The truth puppet, after the puppet is attached to a person, can make people tell the truth."

What's the use of this?

Lu Feng sighed helplessly. It would be great if he could draw any powerful method.

"We have to find a place to overcome the tribulation." Lu Feng thought to himself, fortunately it was summer, and there was no shortage of thunderstorms.

But it didn't work tonight. When he got off work, Chu Xiaoyu at the front desk blocked him in advance.

Chu Xiaoyu put his hands on her chest and said coquettishly: "Lu Feng, can you do me a favor? I will attend a charity auction tonight, but my family arranged a blind date for me there."

"Just pretend you are my boyfriend and help me pass it off."

“Charity auction?”

Such a coincidence?

"Yes, go quickly. If you don't go, there will be a traffic jam." Without saying a word, Chu Xiaoyu pulled Lu Feng and walked out.

Lu Feng remembered the contents of "The Art of Physical Arts", and sometimes fate cannot be changed.
Chapter completed!