"Senior, what are you?" Lin Fan was stunned.

It’s so true, why did the Pure Yang Sage kneel down again?

And Ming Luo was also kneeling outside the door?

What's going on?

Is my writing so scary?

It makes no sense. Although the word "小" seems a bit monotonous, Lin Fan is still very confident in his writing skills.

After all, with the calligraphy attainments attached to the system, they were tycoons in the calligraphy world in their previous lives. The calligraphy and paintings made by Lin Fan have great collection value. Could it be that they don’t know how to appreciate them?

Little did he know that the Pure Yang Sage worshipped: "The immortal is shocked and beautiful, and he is like a holy heart and a wonderful hand. He is an old frog in the well. He does not know that the sky is high and the earth is thick. He is so ignorant and asks the immortal to give the word "."

Although Lin Fan only mentioned the word "尼", every stroke and stroke contained infinite Taoist rhyme and the spirit of a saint and Confucian scholar.

Just as Lin Fan wrote just now, the Confucian and Taoist cultivation of Chunyang Sage directly improved to a great extent.

Only sages and wise men are in this world.

What’s ridiculous is that when I saw the Holy Painting from Xiao Yuan, I thought it was self-righteous, blinded my eyes, didn’t recognize Wei Bao, and even questioned Lin Fan’s identity and cultivation in every way.

Looking back now, the Pure Yang Sage realized how arrogant and ignorant he was.

Mingluo was also trembling. It seemed that his understanding of Lin Fan was still a drop in the bucket. He was even more determined and he must shoulder the important task of hygiene in the courtyard and devote himself to practicing Taoism.

Lin Fan was speechless. He thought he was just appreciating and didn't know the goods. But the skill of Chunyang Sage's flattery is too exaggerated, right?

Of course, Lin Fan was also happy to be recognized.

"Isn't it just a casual word? Seniors don't have to be so harsh. Let's get up first. You can't bear it even if you still have to live." Lin Fan smiled awkwardly.

"Thank you... no, thank you sir." Chunyang sage stood up in panic and quickly changed his words.

"Senior, are you satisfied with the words I wrote for you?"

"Satisfied, one hundred thousand satisfied."

"It's good to be satisfied, I'll give it to you."

"real?"

"Of course, it's rare that someone appreciates my talents, and I feel very honored to be young."

"Thank you, Mr.!" Chunyang Sage kneeled again excitedly.

"I can't do it, why are you kneeling again?"

"Habit, really used to it."

"Then your habit is really special, which makes you flattered later in life." Lin Fan smiled embarrassedly.

A wise man is a wise man, and his etiquette is really stable.

The wise man of Pure Yang felt as if he had obtained a treasure and respectfully took over the calligraphy and paintings.

Thinking that calligraphy and paintings contain infinite Taoist rhymes, when you return to the master's sect, you must go to seclusion and practice in seclusion. If you can comprehend some of the essence, you can directly ascend to the immortal world.

Lin Fan was thinking, seeing that the old man seemed to have a good status in the Taoist sect of cultivation, and he could praise his calligraphy and paintings so much. Lin Fan was also considering whether he could sell his calligraphy and paintings for a small amount of money? It would be easy to subsidize the village and improve the quality of life of the villagers.

Lin Fan couldn't help but smile and asked, "Senior, according to your opinion, how much silver can I be worth if my calligraphy and paintings are placed in the cultivation world?"

Silver?

Chunyang's wise man was shocked and said in a panic: "Mr. calligraphy and painting should be like a shocking masterpiece, or a gift of immortality. How can you measure your value with vulgar wealth? It is simply a magical work that humiliates Mr. "

Lin Fan was speechless. Just praise him, don’t praise him so much. Just want to sell some money.

Helplessly, it is rare that Pure Yang Sage admires him so much, and he cannot be so vulgar. He smiled slightly: "It's okay, I'm just asking casually, at least I know that my calligraphy and paintings are of some value."

Value? Sir is hitting me?

The sage of Chunyang suddenly woke up. How could he receive the gift of calligraphy and paintings by the Supreme Immortal in this way?

At this moment, the ink treasure appeared in his hand: "Sir, this is a glass inkstone. I know that all things in the world will naturally not be able to enter your holy eyes. I offer a small gift to express my feelings. I hope Mr. accept it."

"That's great, how do you know I'm missing a inkstone?" Lin Fan was very excited.

Little did they know that this glass inkstone is an ancestral object passed down from generation to generation by the Confucian clan, and it is also the Confucian and Taoist immortal weapon ranked ninth on the immortal weapon list.

As soon as the glass inkstone was released, all the evil monsters were frightened.

But in Lin Fan's hands, it is just an ordinary inkstone.

However, seeing that Lin Fan accepted the glass inkstone, Chun Yang's sage was relieved and could accept the calligraphy and paintings with peace of mind.

Although the glazed ink inkstone is a ancestral object inherited by the Confucian scholars, it is far less valuable than Lin Fan's sacred painting.

As the saying goes, opportunities cannot be missed.

Even the notorious Mingluo was willing to surrender to Lin Fan's sect. The sage of Pure Yang naturally did not want to miss the opportunity, so he respectfully said: "Mr. He is unparalleled in talent, and I am beyond my reach. Please forgive me for being brave. Can you join the Mr. and devote yourself to practicing Taoism?"

Disciple?

here we go again!

Lin Fan was secretly happy. It seemed that the old man thought that the environment in my small courtyard was good, so he wanted to stay in this small courtyard for retirement?

Although the courtyard is more lively, Lin Fan also feels troublesome in his heart, so he can't let an elderly person do rough work, right?

Thinking of this, Lin Fan smiled awkwardly: "The young son thinks he is talented, but are you a little overestimating? If you always admire the young son's short work, you will have time to visit and communicate more in the future."

The sage of Chunyang looked sad, knowing that he was old, and with the offense and disrespect of Lin Fan several times before, it would be nice to be able to give him a holy painting immortal fate. It was simply a delusion to think about joining Lin Fan's disciple.

"I understand, if the sir doesn't mind, can I make me one of your famous disciples?" Chunyang Sage was still unwilling to give up and wanted to get some relationship with Lin Fan.

"You don't mind, of course." Lin Fan smiled slightly.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for harvesting a disciple!"

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully upgrading, level 922 of Qi Refining Realm!"

"Haha! It's upgraded again! Those cultivators from the outside world are so strange. Why do they all want to join me?" Lin Fan was confused and happy.

When the wise man of Pure Yang saw that there was a turning point, he bowed respectfully: "Thank you Mr., no, thank you Master."

"You're so serious. Don't put such a big hat on me. Just call me a sir." Lin Fan was embarrassed.

"Yes, I've disturbed you. I'll leave first and visit you later." The sage of Chunyang was anxious to comprehend the holy painting.

"Okay, go slowly."

"I'm leaving."

The pure sage is tactful and respectfully leaves.

Before leaving, I glanced at Ming Luo who was trembling. I had despised Ming Luo for his own identity before, but now I was envious. I would have stayed in Lin Fan's courtyard to do some miscellaneous work.

Lin Fan saw Ming Luo still kneeling outside tremblingly, confused: "Xiao Luo, what's wrong with you? Are you not tired of kneeling? If you also like my calligraphy and paintings, why not give you a word?"

"Thank you, sir, I just can't afford it." Ming Luo shivered in panic.

Lin Fan felt like he had walked back and forth at the gate of hell when he wrote a word. If he had another word, Ming Luo would have to go down to see the King of Hell directly.

"Okay, I really don't know how to appreciate it, so I can save some pen and ink." Lin Fan was full of disgust.

Nowadays, people are restless and hard to find a soulmate. It seems that there are still too few interesting souls.
Chapter completed!