Invasion of the martial arts world

Chapter 360

"25, do you have a wife at home?" Cai Yong asked after Chen Mo's age.

"I have a wife, and I teach medical skills and college students together with Hua Yuanhua in Donglai." Chen Mo said frankly.

Cai Yong was stunned for a moment and thought to himself, you already have a wife and you are still begging for phoenix in front of Cai Yan. His precious daughter is not just a small person. He secretly cursed and said with a smile:

"Hua Yuanhua, the genius doctor Hua is teaching medicine in Donglai? Your wife is still a female doctor? What is medical school?"

Chen Mo touched his chin and said:
"In Dongnai, there is a private school that imparts classical Chinese studies, an agricultural academy that teaches farming, and a technical institute that teaches craftsmanship. Of course, the most lively is the medical school. At least my wife and Doctor Hua's medical skills are beyond ordinary people. many."

Chen Mo wanted to say that he was also planning to set up a military academy, but unfortunately he had too few talents at his disposal. If he could gather those few, he would have stolen many talents from Qingzhou.

Cai Yong doesn't understand what's the use of Chen Mo doing these things, he is still complaining about Chen Mo's random playing of Fengqiuhuang, now Cai Yan looks at Chen Mo with watery eyes and won't let him go, as an old man, he will not understand, suddenly Jian Cai Yong looked at the words he wrote on the silk cloth, and suddenly he made up his mind and said to Chen Mo:

"It's all about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. I don't know if Tianxing can make achievements in other areas. How about you and I playing a game of chess, and then Tianxing will send a calligraphy to my Zhaoji?"

Anyway, Chen Mo has nothing to do, he came to Cai Yong's house today just for entertainment, of course, Chen Mo still didn't like the big piece of stewed meat and swill wine, when it comes to piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, Chen Mo is glad that the old man didn't say that reciting poems is wrong, Chen Mo doesn't understand those things. There are many pairs of poems and poems in later generations in his memory, but Chen Mo never thought of using other people's things to pretend to be capable.

Looking at the weird smile on old man Cai Yong's face, although Chen Mo was surprised, he didn't expect to cause trouble. Since the music stopped, a pair of eyeballs were blurred. He nodded and smiled:

"Mr. Cai is destined, so Chen Mo will show his shame. However, I am fast at drawing and writing. Why don't I draw and write first before playing chess? This will not affect the mood of the game."

Cai Yong doesn't care, he just wants Chen Mo to be a little embarrassed by these things, Cai Yan has been playing games with him for a long time, learning from his handwriting and copying the handwriting of his predecessors, let alone the handwriting of ordinary people, her handwriting is better than many literati There are a lot of them, and likewise, few people's handwriting can catch her eyes. As for playing chess, Cai Yong asked himself that there are not many people in Luoyang City who can compete with him.

Cai Yong thought about the beginning but didn't expect the result. Chen Mo happened to have exchanged the abilities of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, all of which are top-notch abilities. Cai Yan was in a trance, and with a movement of his hand, a wolf hair moved rapidly on the three-foot silk cloth like a phantom lightning.

Cai Yong's old eyes can't see Chen Mo's brushwork at all. Chen Mo, who is accustomed to martial arts, moves his brush like a sword. He must be sure that every stroke should be prioritized, dark, dark, and light. It requires perfection. In just half a cup of tea, a picture of a lady is clear. on silk cloth.

A girl was sitting in the gazebo, holding her chin with her hands and looking into the distance. The blue shadows of the lotus pond and the weeping willows were moving in the wind. Everything seemed to be one of heaven and man. He wrote down 'the Cai family has a daughter named Zhaoji', and after signing the signature quickly, Chen Mo habitually took out a private seal and stamped it on it after taking a breath.

Putting away the pen, Chen Mo waved a wave of Nine Yang True Qi to evaporate all the moisture on the silk cloth. He pointed to the silk cloth and shouted to Cai Yan who was still in a trance:

"Miss Zhaoji, please take a look, is Chen Mo's drawing okay?"

Cai Yan suddenly regained his senses and walked over, but now it was Cai Yong's turn to get out of his body, but during half a cup of tea, Chen Mo actually drew a picture and mentioned words, he had never seen the characters on it, but he saw It is a perfect combination of painting and calligraphy, especially Chen Mo's smooth and smooth completion of all this, it can be regarded as a supernatural workmanship.

Cai Yan walked to the silk cloth and looked at the girl in the painting, who seemed to be thinking about something, she pointed to the words and signature on it in amazement and said:
"Is this for me?"

"Yeah, I hope Zhao Ji still likes it." Chen Mo walked aside, poured a glass of wine and drank it in one gulp.

This can be regarded as a realistic picture of a lady by Chen Mo. The character in the picture is Cai Yan who is almost vivid. Although the surrounding environment is fictitious, it can be completely coordinated with the artistic conception of the characters, especially Chen Mo's running script, which is fast and agile. There is also a kind of domineering in the elegant, looking at this calligraphy and painting, Cai Yan murmured:

"Painting into the gods, writing like crazy, happy like a fairy, is there such a perfect person in the world?"

She said and looked at Chen Mo again, nodded and said to herself:

"That's the person in front of me. Zhao Ji is satisfied to know him in this life."

Cai Yong wanted to torment Chen Mo a bit, so as to dispel Cai Yan's wild thoughts, but he didn't expect it to be counterproductive. He looked at the unprecedented calligraphy and painting, and sighed a long time. He only hoped that he could surpass Chen Mo in chess.

When the game was halfway through, Cai Yong was sweating. After watching it for a while, he could only abandon his pieces in the middle of the game and admit defeat. The mastery of chess skills that Chen Mo had exchanged for the Zhenlong chess game was even better than that of the top chess players in the future. , although Cai Yong is excellent at chess but not at the top level, he is just asking for trouble by playing with Chen Mo.

Proficiency in all aspects of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting is unmatched. After Chen Mo excused himself to leave late, Cai Yong sat alone in the study and was depressed for almost half the night, while Cai Yan's younger sister was also tossing and turning alone in the boudoir.

Although Chen Mo didn't intend to show these things in front of Cai Yong, but he also had his own plan. His goal was not the cute and cute Cai Yan and Cai Zhaoji, but that half-old man Cai Yong;
Donglai is one of Chen Mo's bases. If he wants to truly train his future team, those alone are definitely not enough. At least he doesn't do much in literature communication. It's a pity that the only great writer, Kong Rong, is a Mu, it is impossible for him to invite a professor to impart knowledge, so when Cai Yong invited him, he began to plot against the old man.

After returning home, Chen Mo asked all the spies to leave Luoyang early the next morning according to his instructions, but he continued to go to the general's mansion alone.

The Imperial Palace is only half a city away from the General's Mansion. Chen Mo reported to the General's Mansion and then slipped out to a nearby tavern. Cao Cao, Yuan Shao and others also had their own affairs, and they were busy with their own affairs at the moment.

In a huge bedroom in the imperial palace, a man with a flushed face and bloodshot eyes was half leaning on the quilt, his lips trembling and looking at a burly eunuch kneeling in front of him.

(End of this chapter)