I Am The Only One Who Doesn’t Know I Am The Master

While talking, Lin Zhishui glanced at the desks and other furniture in the store, it was no different from when he left, it was still in the same place, and it seemed that the customers didn't make much trouble, so he smiled and said, "Ms. Han, please help me. Check out the store."

"No trouble, no trouble, it's my honor."

Han Su Xinlian said, "And I didn't help much. Even if I wasn't there, the treasures you left in the store would be enough to deter him."

Lin Zhishui was slightly startled.

This... why does it feel a little wrong?

Does she mean that she can convince Cheng Qiyue's family just by relying on the calligraphy and paintings he left in the store?

This is possible. After all, there are so many exquisite copybooks hanging together, and there are also ink paintings full of artistic conception. The visual effect must be good.

Even if he doesn't know much about appreciating calligraphy, he is still the younger generation of Mr. Cheng. Under the long-term influence, he should still have some eyesight.

Hmm, thinking about it this way, it probably makes sense... right?

However, he still felt a little strange, so he smiled humbly and said, "Sometimes, it is more appropriate to speak with strength instead of spending too much time."

"What you said is." Han Suxin nodded in agreement.

No wonder Senior Lin told her not to worry when he left, so that she should not be nervous and relax.

Now it seems that it is indeed left behind.

The two treasures that left ink marks in advance—the Qingyang Ruler and the Liangyi Concentrator, were enough to deal with an ordinary cultivator like her even if no one could control them.

Suddenly, her heart moved, and she couldn't help but ask: "So, Mr. Lin, did you count what happened just now before you left?"

Lin Zhishui was a little confused.

What the hell?

Is this brain-dead classmate a little too blind to worship him, and treats him like Zhuge Liang?

However, Cheng Qiyue's parents came to the door, he really expected it, but he didn't expect it to come so quickly, this little girl said she kept it secret, but she couldn't last a day, and her mouth was too loose.

So he shook his head slightly and said the truth: "I just made some preparations in advance. Who can count the things in this world clearly?"

"Prepare in advance…"

When Han Suxin heard Senior Lin's words of modesty, she couldn't help but ponder.

Sure enough, what happened today, Senior Lin had already anticipated.

At this time, after careful reflection, she also noticed some clues.

For example, after Senior Lin finished washing his pen this morning, he did not pour out the ink in the two-meter condensing pot, which seemed to leave some traces of ink unintentionally, but provided spiritual power to the two-meter concentrating pot.

Then, when writing the word 'Ding' to her, he accidentally left an ink dot on the Qingyang ruler, which was another foreshadowing.

The calligraphy and painting shop seemed fragile, but the cultivator man from the Cheng family fought with her and was about to destroy the calligraphy and painting shop.

When the external demons came, the word 'fixed' also played an unimaginable role. The great supernatural power hidden in the depths of the copybook, the supernatural power that was enough to suppress the universe and freeze all things, just took the initiative to fly when the external demon came. Came out and suppressed the outsider on the spot.

Even the Qingyang Ruler and the Liangyi Polyphony Basin seemed to have had a plan, and at the same time they flew up and killed the external demons.

With so many coincidences, how could she not guess?

In terms of the copybook alone, if it was just to restore her soul to her injuries, the word 'fixed' only needs to play the most superficial role.

But with such a great magical power, when her current cultivation base was unable to trigger it, she just happened to come in handy at the critical moment when the external demons came, which is enough to explain some problems.

It must be that Senior Lin has already counted the arrival of the external demon!

It seems that they are all unintentional actions, but in fact, every step is full of calculation.

What terrible computing power is this?

Han Suxin has long heard of some myths and legends about the great power of Xianjia.

The computing power of those immortals is terrifying. It counts five hundred years before and five hundred years later. The past and future are under their control. Even if they can't see the details, they can gain insight into the general situation!

And Senior Lin's incomparably subtle calculations made her suddenly feel that... Perhaps, the legend is not a lie.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that this Senior Lin was terrifying. There was no trace of the layout. It was like a natural fit.

But... so good at calculating, what kind of situation is stirring up such a calligraphy and painting shop in the world?

Come to think of it, she is just one of the chess pieces...

"What's wrong?"

Seeing that Han Suxin was silent, Lin Zhishui seemed to be very preoccupied, and couldn't help but wonder.

Han Suxin suddenly woke up, restrained her thoughts, and sighed: "Junior is just thinking about what to do in the future, and how to control his own destiny... For a while, it was a little melancholy."

Lin Zhishui was a little speechless.

Could his nonsense just now cause her to think deeply?

These literary youths who like to play in-depth, just like to think about these time-wasting philosophical issues, which are not practical at all.

However, after all, it is a guest, and you still have to cooperate and do what you like before you can attack his heart.

"Fate is like a game of chess, heaven and earth are like a chessboard, all living beings are like chess pieces, each piece has an equal status, but when a piece is played and where it is played determines its value... If there is no distinction between winners and losers, there is no way to survive.”

Lin Zhishui shook his head and smiled, his eyes looked at Han Suxin, trying to make his eyes three-point indifference, three-point loss, and four-point determination.

see it? The fan chart in my eyes?

With this seemingly in-depth and reasonable nonsense... Tremble, the traditional philosophy department Wen Qing!

Han Suxin looked at Lin Zhishui and couldn't help being shocked.

This is to see through her mind, so I remind her with these words?

Sure enough, Senior Lin was really planning something, and he gave copies of copybooks to the cultivators in order to set up his 'chess game'.

And her chess piece, if she wants to survive this dangerous chess game, she must let Senior Lin win this chess game...

The world is like a chess game. Senior Lin is certainly a chess player, but isn't he a chess piece struggling under the greatest chess player, "Fate"?

For a while, she understood the complex emotions in Senior Lin's eyes.

Han Suxin took a deep breath, and suddenly felt a little heavy in her heart, but her fighting spirit also poured out, and she couldn't help but said in a deep voice, "Thank you for the guidance, senior, and the junior will definitely work hard."

Lin Zhishui's mouth twitched slightly, but he kept smiling and nodded.

Really called out the seniors, this brain-dead fanatic guest is planning to learn calligraphy from him, right?

However, in the calligraphy world, it is normal to call seniors and juniors.

"That's right, Senior Lin."

Han Suxin suddenly said: "Before leaving, that person from the Cheng family said that he would come to you tomorrow... to admit his mistake and intend to apologize to you."

She wanted to say it was a confession, but after thinking about it, the cultivator of the Cheng family didn't make any big mistakes. Why should it be so serious to affect the senior's judgment?

Moreover, there was a faint suspicion in her heart, but she did not dare to say it.

—Perhaps, the accident of the appearance of an external demon was also part of Senior Lin’s calculation?

After all, the deliveryman was also called by Senior Lin to order the meal, and it was too coincidental that the outside demon was attracted by just seeing her fighting with the Cheng family practitioners.

'What the **** is wrong? ’

Lin Zhishui was stunned and couldn't help showing a smile, and asked, "What do you think is wrong with him?"

Shouldn't this brainless fan instill some strange concept into others and ask them to apologize?

Well done!

"This…"

Han Suxin hesitated for a moment. Could it be that Senior Lin is testing her sense of right and wrong?

She then said cautiously: "First, he trespassed in your calligraphy and painting shop, and he has no intention of respecting you, but those who do not know are innocent, and he cannot be blamed entirely; secondly, he does not know everything in this painting and calligraphy shop. It's all yours, and he intends to bring back the part that originally belonged to their Cheng family, but after I stopped him, he also knew he was wrong, so he plans to come to you tomorrow to apologize."

She thought that what she said was the truth, just a little partiality, but she was worthy of her conscience.

Mainly, the phrase that the cultivator of the Cheng family said when he left, "Go back and deal with the funeral, whether it is life or death, don't affect the people of the Cheng family", which made her understand that this person is not an evil way of robbery, so he promoted him. Aroused sympathy.

"Just these two points?" Lin Zhishui asked.

"Uh... He almost demolished your calligraphy and painting shop..." Han Suxin added.

After Lin Zhishui heard this, he could not help but sigh of relief in his heart.

Let any child be deceived by hundreds of thousands, just buy a copybook that is not well-known, I am afraid they will be furious.

What is trespassing? It is normal to want to get back the hundreds of thousands of yuan that originally belonged to their home.

As for demolishing his store... Although this is a bit violent, it is understandable.

However, it sounds like she has been resolved by Han Suxin, and I don't know what she said to others. Could it be that he is boasting that he has become a great calligrapher and a master in the world?

Or did she use her own network skills or something to help?

The latter is more likely.

Lin Zhishui looked at Han Suxin's eyes and couldn't help but feel a little warmer. He smiled and said, "It's just a small house. It's not a big deal if it's demolished. You don't need to worry too much, but thank you anyway."

"Junior just put out a little effort."

Han Su said in a row, and sighed at the same time, Senior Lin is indeed a broad-minded, kind and benevolent person.

'It's okay with a negligible amount of power... and is it too good at talking? ’

Lin Zhishui coughed softly and said, "The new takeaway is expected to arrive in a while, do you want to eat some?"

"This... no need, the junior will leave first." Han Su shuddered subconsciously and quickly refused.

Now she is a little sensitive to the word "delivery". It was the first time in her life that foreign demons came to her because of that mortal deliveryman.

"what ever."

Lin Zhishui didn't force it. After all, this woman looked like a rich man, so she might not be used to such a cheap breakfast, so she let her go.

After Han Suxin left, he was a little bored waiting for takeout, and suddenly remembered, UU reading www. When uukanshu.com was writing to Han Suxin before, the nib of the pen accidentally touched the bluestone ruler that pressed the paper.

If I remember correctly, it left a dot of ink.

At that time, he didn't have time to clean it, so he was busy going back to buy electricity.

Lin Zhishui walked behind the desk, picked up the ordinary bluestone ruler on the table, and couldn't help but be a little puzzled.

The bluestone ruler was clean, not even half a dot of ink could be seen.

Did Han Suxin wipe it for him?

Lin Zhishui couldn't help but smile, this female fan is still very careful.

He glanced at the beloved brush placed on the pen mountain next to him. Although he had just washed it once in the morning, it was stained with ink when he was writing the words before. At this time, the ink on the pen was a little dry.

He picked up the writing brush, took the gray iron basin at the door, went to wash his hands, took half a basin of water, and went back to the door to wash the pen.

"what?"

For some reason, Lin Zhishui always felt that the water in the gray iron basin seemed to be a little green, with a faint hint of that deep dark green.

He didn't care that much, anyway, he washed the brush first.

After washing the pen, the jet-black ink in the pot was also a little greenish. He shook his head slightly and poured the water into the pine tree soil circle next to him.

Immediately, he put down the iron basin, turned around and returned to the store with a writing brush.

But when he turned back, he never saw that after the faint green ink penetrated into the soil, it quickly infiltrated and disappeared, as if it had been absorbed.

At the same time, this sturdy pine tree suddenly trembled slightly, and the cracked bark on the trunk began to twist slowly. A large number of cracks were constantly changing, and it took a long time to stop.

And the appearance of the bark crack at this time is like... a human face.