Lu Feiyang saw the piece of paper spread out on the corner of the table.
Originally, he just glanced at it casually and then looked away.
But the next moment, he seemed to sense something, and his eyes moved back.
"These words..." He frowned.
This piece of paper is the peace talisman that Su Yun wrote "All evils will not invade".
However, Xu Zhijun sprinkled wine on it, and most of the writing on it had melted away and became dirty.
Only the last word "invasion" is left, which seems to have just been soaked and the ink has not completely melted away.
Lu Feiyang felt a special meaning from it.
It was as if there was a will pressing directly on his mind.
"Where did this paper come from?" Lu Feiyang asked in a deep voice.
Fatty Qian originally wanted to tell Lu Feiyang what happened to Su Yun as a joke.
However, at this moment, he saw something was wrong with Lu Feiyang's expression, so he quickly said in a short sentence: "This is a friend of Ye Ting's who gave it to her. It was folded into a peace charm, saying it was to keep her safe."
Lu Feiyang's face looked gloomy and uncertain.
Xu Zhijun also saw that Lu Feiyang's reaction was not right, and couldn't help but ask: "Brother Lu, is there anything special about this piece of paper?"
Lu Feiyang shook his head and said: "The paper is nothing special, but the words written on it are a little special. I feel a little unusual, but I can't put my finger on it."
After speaking, he hesitated, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and dialed a number.
After the call was connected, Lu Feiyang said respectfully: "Master, I'm sorry to bother you. I saw a page here. There must be some special words written on it, just like the "words" you mentioned to me before.
There is divine will in it." Yes! Can you come over and take a look?"
After hanging up the phone, Lu Feiyang took a long breath.
"Brother Lu, are you telling the truth? These words seem ordinary to me." Xu Zhijun couldn't help but say.
"Yes, Brother Lu, there are a lot of calligraphy hangings in my father's study. Some of them were written by masters from the Provincial Calligraphy Association. Compared with those calligraphy, these words are simply not worthy of mention."
Fatty Qian also said.
Lu Feiyang shook his head, with a deep expression on his face, and said: "If you don't understand, just shut up! Wait until my master has seen it before you talk!"
When Xu Zhijun and others heard this, they didn't dare to say anything anymore.
It didn't take a while.
The door was pushed open.
The manager of Wangxian Tower led an old man in with a respectful look.
The old man was wearing a white Tang suit. His hair was gray, but he was full of energy. His appearance looked ordinary, but he had an intimidating aura.
"Master!" Lu Feiyang stood up immediately to greet him.
The old man in Tang suit waved his hand and asked: "Where is the page you are talking about?"
"Over there." Lu Feiyang pointed to the corner of the table.
The old man in Tang suit could not help but twitch his cheeks slightly when he saw that the piece of paper was almost soaked to pieces, but he still moved closer to take a look.
The ink marks on the first three characters have melted away and become smudged. Only half of the fourth character has not melted away.
The old man in Tang suit only glanced at it, and then his body was shaken, as if struck by lightning, as if a long knife condensed in the font and struck him on the head.
Kick, kick, kick!
The old man in Tang suit took a few steps back, his face full of shock.
"Grandmaster's handwriting!"
"It turns out to be a handwriting of the Grandmaster!"
The old man in Tang suit exclaimed, as excited as an ancient Confucian who saw the manuscript of Confucius Sheng.
"Master, you, you mean these words were all written by a strong master?" Lu Feiyang said in shock.