In Luo Qingyin's impression, Chu Lingyun has always been so self-righteous.

If he can see him being ugly this time, it seems to be a good thing.

After a while, Luo Qingyin took out these things.

When he returned to the inner courtyard, Luo Yanjun had already packed up the desk.

Chu Lingyun took the rice paper from Luo Qingyin's hand and carefully spread it on it. Then he smiled and said to Luo Yanjun: "Old Luo, I will present a picture of pine and cranes extending my life to Lao Luo today to serve as a birthday gift!"

Luo Yanjun's eyes lit up when he heard this.

He didn't expect that Chu Lingyun could even paint in addition to a good character written by him.

And looking at this attitude, I seem to be quite confident.

"Okay, okay, okay! I guess this is the best gift I have received over the years." Luo Yanjun said excitedly.

"Haha! Mr. Luo has been awarded!" Chu Lingyun said modestly, then turned his head to Luo Qingyin and said, "I wonder if I can ask the third lady to polish the ink for me?"

Luo Qingyin looked at Chu Lingyun, with a murderous aura in her eyes.

This damn guy dares to call me auntie. It's so hateful, so hateful.

"Qingyin, why are you still standing there?! Grind ink for Mr. Chu quickly." Luo Yanjun, who was beside him, frowned and spoke directly when he saw his baby daughter's eyes.

You stinky girl, didn’t you say that you like Mr. Chu in front of so many people?

Dad is creating opportunities for you to get in touch with you!

What's wrong with asking you to polish ink with others?!

That's what you think of!

Others don't have such an opportunity yet!

The stinky girl is actually picky and shows such unhappy eyes. No wonder she is so big and doesn't have a boyfriend yet.

Chu Lingyun looked at her with a smile on her face, feeling very good.

Luo Qingyin, Luo Qingyin, if you don’t call you, how can you be worthy of the words “you like me”?

Brother is not a casual shield.

Looking at the smile on Chu Lingyun's face, Luo Qingyin nipped her silver teeth lightly, and a knife flew in her eyes.

Pretend, just continue to pretend!

It depends on how you damn guy ended in the future.

At this moment, Luo Qingyin suddenly remembered that in Stephen Chow's movie, Zhu Zhishan was in full shape in "Tang Bohu Points Autumn Fragrance", but he painted a clip of a chicken pecking at the rice picture. "Okay, I'll grind the ink for Mr. Chu!"

Luo Qingyin looked at Chu Lingyun jokingly, then poured some clear water into the inkstone.

Holding one end of the ink strip in your hand is like a lady holding a pen, with a straight figure and keeping the ink vertical and flat.

The weight of the ink she grinded ink was moderately fast and evenly circled on the inkstone.

Seeing this, Chu Lingyun couldn't help but nod.

He didn't expect that Luo Qingyin's ink grinding technique was actually quite good.

I guess I have helped grinding ink a lot before, and practice makes perfect.

You should know that shooting and grinding ink is not as simple as imagined, but it is very particular.

If you apply too light or too heavy, too fast or too slow, it will cause the ink to be thick and uneven.

If the speed is too fast and too fast, it will cause the ink to become thick and foamy, the color is dull and light, and less agile.

Long Yinfeng looked at Luo Qingyin as quiet as a flower shining on water, and his actions were like the wind supporting a willow, which made people feel pity. He couldn't help but feel restless, and he wanted to hold her in his arms and cherish her.

Long Dahai, Luo Minghao, Luo Minghan and Luo Yi's mother-in-law also stared at Chu Lingyun with a little anticipation.

They also wanted to see what kind of flowers a person who was praised by the old man could make.

After all, there are too few young people who can use brushes now, and there are very few people who write well.

Not to mention splashing ink on the spot, I was preparing to draw such a large-sized picture of pine and crane prolonging life!

The other guests never expected that Chu Lingyun, who looked young and in his early 20s, was not only valued by his master, but also prepared to paint on the spot. He couldn't help but whisper and talk in a low voice.

"Who is this young man? Mr. Luo painted on his birthday. Who gave him the courage to be brave? Aren't you afraid of showing off his ugly face on the spot?"

"Yes! Mr. Luo is also a master of calligraphy. Isn't he afraid of making a joke when he does this?"

"Hey! Don't guess it, maybe this young man is really capable? Haven't you seen Mr. Luo's expression?"

"That's it! Mr. Luo looks very happy and looking forward to it! Maybe this young man is really a master who is hidden!"

"Well, there is a very possibility. Let's continue to watch and don't make random guesses here. The real result will be known soon."

As Luo Qingyin grinds the ink, Chu Lingyun also began to look at the brush in his hand.

There are four virtues of the pen, which are called sharp, uniform, round, and healthy.

When the tips and fingers are gathered together, the end should be sharp and auspicious.

The tip of the pen is easy to come out and is easier to convey.

After the tip of the pen is opened and flattened, the tip of the pen is flushed.

If the hair is uniform, the length of the pressure is equal, and there is no gap in it. When using the brush, "ten thousand hairs are in force."

The round refers to the perfect brush strokes as the shape of a date pit, which means sufficient hair.

If the hair is sufficient, the writing force will be sufficient when writing.

On the contrary, you will lose your pen and lack of pen strength.

The pen tip is perfect, and the pen can turn smoothly and with the best.

Jian means the elasticity of the pen waist, press the pen hard and lift it up, and then return to its original state.

If the pen is elastic, it can be used freely.

Generally speaking, rabbit hair and wolf hair are more elastic than sheep hair, and books are also firm and steep.

The pen in his hand is very outstanding in this regard. It is a colorful dragon and phoenix pattern brush from Wanli of the Ming Dynasty.

This kind of pen is extremely difficult to see nowadays.

The glaze color of the pen tube is white and the blue is blue. The dragon and phoenix patterns are depicted in colorful colors on it. The blue and white are decorated with bright colors, the techniques are ancient and clever, and they are very distinctive.

The pattern of dragons dances in the air, the colorful phoenix sprinkles feathers and returns, and the dragons and phoenixes walk around the blue and white dragon balls among the flowers and plants.

The blue and white hair color is elegant, penetrates into the fetus, and the colors are bright and gorgeous, which is in a strong contrast with the blue and white.

As the saying goes, "Dragon, Phoenix, Flowers and Grass are described in different zodiac signs, colorful and exquisite, and extremely gorgeous", which means that the drawing lines are smooth, the painting is vivid and natural, and the quiet and elegant flowers and plants are more prominent in the spiritual and majestic dragons and phoenixes.

"What a good writing, Mr. Luo's writing is not simple!" Chu Lingyun savored it carefully for a moment and couldn't help but praise it.

Luo Yanjun saw that Chu Lingyun could see the origin of this pen, and the smile on his face became even more serious, and he said proudly: "This was given to me by someone else. It is indeed a good thing. I am not willing to use this pen."

"Haha! It seems that I'm so lucky to be Mr. Luo this time, I can use such a good pen." Chu Lingyun smiled slightly.

Seeing that the ink had been almost ground and the cinnabar next to him was ready, Chu Lingyun's eyes slightly closed.

Concentrate and meditate, and brew emotions.

This is basically a step that every calligrapher and painter will do before running scripts or paintings.

After a moment, Chu Lingyun's momentum began to settle, and the atmosphere around him seemed to gradually become solemn.
Chapter completed!