Lu Mingfei, the Martial Saint of the Dragon Clan

"Norma."

"exist."

"Play a song."

Near the window, Lu Mingfei laid out pen and ink on the old wooden table. Under the white rice paper were the crooked notes of the former resident, and he could vaguely make out the words "Prince Hao is the best in the world."

When Lu Mingfei met you, he felt that he was destined. You are also the best in the world. It is really disrespectful. Is it a coincidence that I am also the same?

Added ink to the pen.

"Let's play the erhu."

"receive."

I wonder what the professors and students in Kassel would think if they learned that their campus secretary Norma fell into the hands of Lu Mingfei and turned into a voice-controlled smart player.

Lu Mingfei was helpless. Even though he had artificial intelligence, he still couldn't transform. He didn't even count on Mai Shiranui. The size was too big and too difficult. He might as well have Shana. Look at her height and figure. Save more materials. No matter how you think about it, it's simpler than Mai Shiranui, right?

Too bad Norma just couldn't do it.

The sun was shining brightly outside the window, and the sparrows were chirping crisply. The uncles and aunts were chatting about their parents' filial piety, complaining that the cauliflower in the vegetable market was 50 cents more expensive, and whose children were dating someone, and the minutes and seconds passed slowly as they chatted. Like clouds in the sky.

Looking out the window again, the sunflowers in the attic opposite are full of vitality facing the sun, filling my eyes with warmth.

Lu Mingfei closed his eyes, his brows relaxed, and the corners of his mouth slightly curved.

He put pen to paper.

The crude writing brush he bought from a stationery store on the roadside cost ten yuan a piece, and in his hand, it actually gave off the aura of a famous craftsman.

Lu Mingfei's magic skills are so exquisite that ordinary people can't match them. In the novel, those with advanced skills can pick flowers and flying leaves to hurt people. I think he also had the means to punch out of thin air or summon wind and snow.

Although my cultivation level is low now, it is no problem to deal with a small writing brush.

Legend has it that the painting sage Wu Daozi can scare ghosts and gods when he puts down his pen. This means that ghosts and gods will cry when they see Wu Daozi painting. You are so good at painting.

Although Lu Mingfei writes calligraphy rather than painting, the pen and ink have their own similarities, and the technique is just a minor detail. To judge the real level, you have to see the character and charm in the pen and ink.

The music has spirit, the tea has spirit, the articles have spirit, and the pen and ink have spirit.

Naturally, martial arts also have gods.

The God mentioned here is not the illusion in the interpretation of gods and monsters such as Nezha Erlang God, but the thing after your character, belief, principle, persistence, etc. are blended into one.

But there is a saying that goes well, the most difficult thing in this life is to see yourself clearly.

It's so difficult to understand one's mind and one's nature, so Kyushu has come up with all kinds of ways to nourish the mind. It's a trick to use external objects to see one's self, but it's better than sitting in front of a waterfall for year after year in the hope of that elusive epiphany. It's coming.

There is no guarantee of enlightenment. Some people can achieve enlightenment after sitting facing a wall for a few days, while some people may not be able to enter the Waigang even if they sit for ten and a half years.

Pause your pen and mention it.

I saw only two lines of words on the white paper, but the moonlight was visible on the steep place. That was it.

"The bright moon was there at that time, and it once illuminated the colorful clouds."

In just a short cross, it took more than an hour to get to Lu Mingfei.

He first stood quietly and concentrated.

This stop lasted more than fifty minutes.

When it came time to actually put pen to paper, it was done with just one stroke.

This is the method of nourishing the mind.

Outsiders can only see Lu Mingfei's free and easy joy when he started writing.

There are a few people who can understand the dullness and tedium of concentrating on his thoughts before putting pen to paper.

Not even today.

When he was working on "Tian Shui" in Kyushu, it can be said that he spent several years and many days and nights, just for that one painting.

And one picture is enough.

Lu Mingfei added some ink and wrote the date, year, month and Yama's name at the signature.

Putting down the pen, he stood with his hands behind his back. Lu Mingfei pulled himself away from the emotion just now, calmly looked at the word from the perspective of a bystander, and after a long time slowly shook his head.

"It's a little worse."

He said.

"I think it's good."

Lu Mingfei looked sideways. Next to him was the little devil who had appeared at some unknown time. Today, this guy had changed his outfit again. He wore a moon-white gown with wide sleeves and fluttering sleeves. He wore a beautiful jade with a graceful peony on his waist. His dark hair was decorated with purple silk. The scarf is tied behind his head, with two strands of hair hanging down to frame his exquisite ears. He is holding a folding fan that may be red sandalwood or agarwood in his hand. This gentle and sassy young man does not unfold it, but only knocks his hands. The tone is vaguely that of the Peony Pavilion.

"looks good?"

The beautiful young man smiled gently and leisurely walked around in front of Lu Mingfei. He waved his hands coolly and unfolded his folding fan. With a slight shake, he saw the words "Brother is the best in the world" written on the front.

After another flash, it turned out to be "My brother is invincible in the world".

Lu Mingfei:......

Eyes...eyes are going blind!

He grabbed the folding fan and threw it out the window.

Lu Mingfei had a dark face.

"Isn't it a shame?"

However, the little devil looked at the folding fan that Lu Mingfei had thrown away with pity and shook his head.

"It's something from the Northern Song Dynasty. It's rare to find one without an inscription. I'm going to let you, brother, come and taste my calligraphy."

Lu Mingfei thought of the six-character mantra on the front and back of the folding fan.

He cupped his hands.

"Farewell, I can't afford to taste it, please ask someone else."

Lu Mingze chuckled.

"It doesn't matter. Since my brother can't read my handwriting, let me see if my handwriting is the same."

After that, he stepped forward, stood at the table, and began to admire the calligraphy that Lu Mingfei had just completed.

"Hey, you still understand this."

"That's right, don't look at who my brother is."

"It makes perfect sense!"

Lu Mingze turned his attention to the paper again.

"The bright moon was there at that time, and it once illuminated the colorful clouds."

He read softly.

"Yan Jidao's words."

"I remember it was the Linjiang Immortal created by the Prince of the Northern Song Dynasty who was moved by the scenery when he returned to his old childhood home after falling out of his family and wandering for half his life."

"These two sentences are mainly about a girl named Xiaoping. She seems to be a singer or a maid. Yan Jidao thought of her."

The little devil looked at Lu Mingfei with a smile again.

"Where's my brother, do you remember Chen Wenwen?"

"What?"

"Chen Wenwen."

"oh oh."

Lu Mingfei was stunned.

"I even forgot who this is."

The little devil nodded.

"It seems not."

There was no more chatting after that, he just said it directly.

"Brother, I came here this time to tell you something."

"Um?"

"I will be very busy in the next few days and may not have the energy to take care of you, so please be more careful, brother."

"Just kidding, I still need you to take care of me."

"Yeah, brother, he is the best in the world."

"Go! Go! Go."

Lu Mingfei thought of the folding fan again, and his face darkened.

"By the way, what are you kiddo busy with?"

"Well, these are all trivial things."

Lu Mingze, who acted like a noble man, had his hands folded in his sleeves. When he was talking to Lu Mingfei, he would laugh inadvertently, his eyes would be squinted, and his thick and long eyelashes would flutter, looking as if they were shaking off the stars.

"Found some weird guys."

"And I need to prepare gaming equipment for my brother."