The old man in Tang suit was very angry. With his status, he had never waited for anyone for two days. Since that day, Qi Chen left, and he has never seen him again.

"How decent are you? Today's young people have no self-discipline at all. They haven't come to practice for two days." Mr. Qiao shook his sleeves.

Qiao Anci, who was sitting aside and yawning, laughed ruthlessly: "Grandpa, I think you want to read. You even have paper and pen ready."

The old man blew his beard but couldn't refute it. After all, he had been regretting it these past few days.

When Qi Chen appeared again, he saw his grandfather and grandson looking at him with blazing eyes.

Especially the old man's eyes were about to pop out.

"Little brother, you are finally here. I have been waiting for a long time. I am really sorry about what happened before. I misunderstood."

The old man in Tang suit hurriedly greeted him. He didn't have any airs at all. Instead, he seemed to be an acquaintance of the same generation.

"Just call me Mr. Qiao."

Qi Chen looked confused. How could this old man's attitude change so quickly?

However, he did not dare to neglect him. Judging from the appearance of this old man, he was a wealthy and powerful man. With his current fortune-telling skills, he could not even see clearly. This showed that he had great authority over the direction.

At least taller than Liu Sanye.

This small city of Licheng seems to be full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers. Qi Chen will not be careless because of his status as a monk.

"Hello, sir." Qi Chen was quite respectful.

Qiao Shexing habitually half-squinted his eyes and looked at this junior.

He has an upright figure, a straight back, and an unyielding look on his face, but he doesn't have a lot of energy.

He has seen too many young people, either with strong backgrounds or with extraordinary talents, but few of them can remain calm.

The young man was full of energy, not to mention that Qi Chen was still a monk, yet he was so calm.

Mr. Qiao became more and more satisfied as he watched.

"I saw you practicing here that day. After you left, I found that there was an extra word 'Yong' where you were standing. Do you know how to calligraphy?"

Qi Chen finally understood what this old gentleman was here for. He glanced behind him and saw pens and ink placed next to the bodyguards, and smiled knowingly.

"I know a little bit. I studied with a teacher for a while when I was a child." Qi Chen was not lying.

Opposite him, there was a young male teacher. When his adoptive father was still there, he often took Qi Chen to the door. The teacher liked calligraphy very much. Qi Chen would go there to study whenever he had something to do.

Qi Dongqiang is just a driver with little money or ability, but he has always believed that studying is the way out.

Learn one more skill, and you will have to ask less people to do one thing in the future.

Therefore, although Qi Chen has never attended a cram school, he has learned a lot from here and there.

"Can you write a few?" Mr. Qiao suppressed his excitement.

Qi Chen couldn't help but laugh. It was hard to imagine how this old man could behave like this, like a child asking for candy.

Qiao Anci on the side had already covered her eyes.

"Mr. Qiao, you're too polite. Please give me some advice." Qi Chen did not refuse. If this person is really from Jiang Night Market, he might be there in the future.

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If you have anything to do, come to him.

Qi Chen felt unhappy when he thought about Chi Suisui.

The bodyguard quickly moved the table, laid out the rice paper like snowflakes, and ground the ink.

As soon as the morning wind blew, the air by the lake suddenly seemed to be filled with the fragrance of ink.

"Write what?"

Qi Chen hesitated as he picked up the pen.

Closing his eyes and thinking carefully, he suddenly saw more things clearly due to the opportunities in his life.

Dip the ink, pick up the pen, put down the pen.

Qiao Anci was originally bored, playing with the delicate bracelets with lazy eyes, but at this moment, she was suddenly attracted to the young man in white.

She has met countless children from rich families, and most of them talk very well, but that's all.

However, the young man and the fragrance of ink, the young man and the lakeside, the young man and the morning sunshine... this is a completely strange and magnificent scene.

There is a beautiful lakeside, rustling ginkgo leaves, and a gentle scholar.

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

The rice paper, which was a bit fairer than her skin, was now blooming with black ink stains.

What Qi Chen wrote was not running script or cursive script, but straight regular script.

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

"See yourself."

"See heaven and earth."

"See all living beings."

The wind by the lake blew across her cheeks, and her ponytail swayed slightly. Qiao Anci was not interested in calligraphy, but at this moment, for some reason, when she saw this word, she felt a tremor from the inside out.

Her soul seemed to be sucked into it.

Qiao Anci didn't understand that powerful monks, especially those specializing in calligraphy and painting, could reach extremely terrifying levels.

A person who controls literature, exorcises evil spirits with incantations, suppresses demons with three thousand strokes of pen, and fixes mountains and rivers with thousands of miles of ink.

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

"Good words!"

“Good mood!”

Mr. Qiao's eyes lit up. Although this character is a bit immature for calligraphers, to be precise, it is not too formal.

But it is precisely because of this that Qi Chen's artistic conception was written.

"See yourself, see the heaven and earth, see all living beings... It's amazing that you can see through the three realms of life at such a young age."

The more Mr. Qiao watched, the happier he became, and the more he watched, the more he liked it.

In another ten years, no, five years, he bets that this kid will be able to dominate the calligraphy world in this hot summer.

However, this strike seems a bit familiar.

Of course, this small question was quickly ignored by Mr. Qiao. At this time, he had completely integrated into Qi Chen's handwriting.

This calligraphy has spirituality, Qi Chen's understanding of cultivation, and his understanding of "Forgetting Sword Jue", so it is naturally different.

Qi Chen saw that there were tears shining in the old man's eyes.

After a while, Mr. Qiao took a deep breath, and when he looked at Qi Chen again, his eyes were full of appreciation.

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"Little friend, to be honest, I really want to collect this work of yours, but after seeing the content above, I suddenly feel that I am too selfish. Maybe it should be seen by more people, and maybe it should be used to a greater extent.

role.”

"Tonight, there is an auction of calligraphy, paintings, and antiques in Licheng City. All the auction items will be donated to several orphanages in Licheng City. If you are willing, I can auction this calligraphy for you."

Qi Chen was overjoyed. He grew up in an orphanage and naturally understood that the conditions there would be good if they could be improved.

"Then I'll trouble you, old man."

"Do you really want to?"

"Do you know that you were able to write this because of the right time, place, and people. I'm afraid if you write it now, you won't be able to reach this level in a short time." asked Mr. Qiao.

Qi Chen remained determined.

Mr. Qiao showed a faint smile and took out an invitation: "This is my invitation, but I have something to do tonight, so I won't go."

Qi Chen clicked his tongue, this invitation seemed a bit too high-end.

Although he accepted it, he was too lazy to go. After all, those who could attend such occasions were high-end people, and it was very likely that he would meet Mo Chuanchuan and his gang.

After Qi Chen left, Mr. Qiao turned around and saw his granddaughter stomping her feet angrily.

"Girl, what's wrong?"

Qiao Anci's eyes widened and he gritted his teeth and said, "Grandpa, he doesn't know my name yet."

Mr. Qiao suddenly realized it and burst into laughter.

The latter reacted and his face turned red.

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Helian Cong has been on a business trip these days and is not in the company, so Qi Chen feels much calmer.

However, she was still worried about the poisonous insects on her body.

While he was working, he looked at the merit points, and the merit points at this time were almost 1,000."
To be continued...