Please stop kneeling, I'm really not an expert!

Chapter 16 Big Brother Teach Me Calligraphy!
Liang Mu yawned and woke up from his sleep.

For some reason, he always felt a little tired from this sleep.

His whole body was sore, as if someone had hit him with a hammer.

As usual, after waking up, I habitually planned to wipe the saliva from the corner of my mouth with my hands.

However, the moment he raised his arm, Liang Mu froze in place.

At this moment, the whole arm gave him a strange feeling.

When he raised his hand, it seemed to be much lighter than before.

He clenched his fist, which was much stronger than before.

"Am I sleepy?"

Liang Mu stood up, but found that other parts of his body felt the same.

He tried to punch the air a few times, and he turned out to be vigorous, with the demeanor of a practicing family.

I didn't feel tired at all while walking back and forth.

Breathe evenly, with a calm demeanor.

It seems that in every muscle, there is a strange force hidden.

Not only that, Liang Mu controlled this sudden power very naturally, as if he was born with it.

"What exactly happened here?"

"Did you get hormones while you were sleeping?"

Liang Mu was so surprised that he didn't know what to say.

Suddenly, he saw the painting album on the table, and his heart couldn't help but move.

Remember that the last time your hearing was enhanced was also the time to get system rewards!

If the previous hearing enhancement was an accident, then this time the body enhancement made Liang Mu seem to understand something.

Could it be that the art collection is just a cover, and the two enhancements are the real reward of the system?

If this is the case, the system doesn't seem to be as useless as I thought.

"Excuse me."

The sudden old voice startled Liang Mu.

He turned his head, only to find an old man with red hair standing at the door at some point.

The body is slightly bent, looking like an old man.

Black toad sunglasses covered most of his face.

The lower half of the face is covered with a thick black mask.

The pink Peppa Pig pattern on the mask is quite eye-catching.

On the chin, there is a thick and messy red stubble, which seems to have just been trimmed in a hurry.

His body was wrapped tightly in a shabby overcoat full of exotic styles, as if he was a refugee from a foreign country.

Seeing that the person who came did not look like a bad person, Liang Mu breathed a sigh of relief.

He was so immersed in system matters just now that he didn't notice anyone approaching the bookstore.

"Excuse me. Are you the only one in this store?"

asked the old man in a strange accent.

It was like a mouthful of thick phlegm stuck in the throat, blurred.

Although Liang Mu was a little puzzled, he still nodded.

"Then" the old man hesitated for a moment, and continued to ask: "Then how is your calligraphy?"

calligraphy?

Liang Mu was even more puzzled.

How could someone come to a bookstore and ask such a question?
Liang Mu couldn't help but doubt the old man's identity, so he didn't answer him right away.

However, the old man did not wait for Liang Mu to reply, and scanned the entire bookstore by himself.

Suddenly, his eyes were fixed on the corner of the counter.

In addition to the painting album that Liang Mu despised, there are also some calligraphy works that Liang Mu discarded.

After seeing those calligraphy works, the old man's body trembled uncontrollably.

He murmured in a low voice, "Sure enough, it's here."

Seeing the old man twitching and muttering there, Liang Mu suddenly had a bad premonition.

Could this old man be suffering from epilepsy? !

"What's the name of this old gentleman?"

Liang Mu decided to test whether the other party was a normal person.

"Wood, wood and rock."

The old man said in a strange tone.

In fact, this old man is Duanmuyan.

After leaving Wu's manor, Duanmuyan realized that his situation was very dangerous.

After all, he heard something he shouldn't have heard that day, and he was worried that the cruel Wu family would not let him go.

So he seems to have left Wucheng, but in fact he just found someone who looks similar to him to pretend to be himself, in order to get rid of the Wu family's tracking.

The real him, with his hair and beard cut short and dyed.

He changed his name, changed his surname, and changed his appearance to temporarily lurk in Wucheng.

Duanmuyan wanted to hide in Wucheng for a few days and leave quietly sometime.

However, the words he saw that day were something he could never forget.

For the master of the characters, I admire him even more.

He had a feeling that once he left Wucheng, he would never have the chance to contact the owner of that painting again in his life.

Decided to take the risk and find out who wrote the picture.

After using various methods and spending a lot of money, I finally found clues that Wu Mohuan had been in and out of a certain bookstore, and followed it up.

The familiar calligraphy handwriting on the table also made Duanmuyan confirm that he did not look in the wrong place!

And even if the young man in front of him is not the calligraphy master, he should have an inseparable relationship with him!
"Mumuyan? Foreigner?"

Liang Mu glanced at Duanmuyan's red hair and thought about what a strange name it was.

Duanmuyan was stunned for a moment, without denying it, he made up nonsense, "I am a mixed race of Erlan and Yan. I grew up in Erlan and recently came to Yan."

Liang Mu suddenly realized.

The Irish people in Western Europe do have red hair genes.

No wonder the dress and accent are so strange.

Liang Mu secretly heaved a sigh of relief, it's just as good if it wasn't epilepsy
But Liang Mu still couldn't understand why the old man asked him if his calligraphy was good.

While Liang Mu was in a daze, Duanmuyan had already walked to the counter, moved to the pile of waste paper, took off his sunglasses, and looked at it seriously.

"Please, may I ask who wrote these words?"

Duanmuyan's voice trembled uncontrollably.

"Is what I wrote ugly?" Liang Mu was a little embarrassed.

This old man is not a calligraphy master, is he?
So when you see his poor work, you can't help but get angry?
"Ugly?" Duanmuyan's voice suddenly rose three degrees, "You call these magical works ugly?!"

But in the next second, Duanmuyan had already reacted.

He turned his head and looked at Liang Mu in disbelief: "You said you wrote these words?!"

"What's the point of lying to you?"

Liang Mu couldn't help but laugh.

This old man actually said that his calligraphy is a masterpiece?
The brain is really not normal.

He took the brush casually and wrote the words Mumuyan on the paper.

"Hey, do you believe it now?"

Duanmuyan looked at the three big words on the paper, his eyes kept trembling, and his breathing suddenly became rapid.

This clumsy temperament, this simple and mysterious charm, isn't it the calligraphy master I have been looking for so hard? !

"Puff-"

Duanmuyan knelt down on the spot.

"Boss, please teach me calligraphy!"

Looking at Duanmuyan who suddenly knelt in front of him, Liang Mu was dumbfounded.

(End of this chapter)