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

Chapter 17 Beat Me Hard!
"So you really have epilepsy?"

Liang Mu looked at Duanmuyan on the ground with a strange expression.

Without epilepsy, how could he suddenly want to worship him as a teacher?
The funny thing is, he is still a calligraphy teacher!

He didn't know how to teach Wu Mohuan, let alone such an old man in his seventies and eighties in front of him.

"I'm not crazy!"

Duanmuyan hugged Liang Mu's thigh, begging bitterly: "As long as the boss is willing to accept me as an apprentice, I will do anything!"

Willing to do anything?

Liang Mu looked at the old man at his feet, and a strange thought came to his mind.

If it were a beautiful girl
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Liang Mu shook off the evil thoughts from his mind, and asked Duanmuyan solemnly: "Old Mr. Mu Muyan, can I ask why you insist on worshiping me as your teacher?"

"Does it need to be said? It must be because the master's calligraphy is superior and unparalleled in the world!" Duanmuyan said with a serious face.

No matter how narcissistic Liang Mu was, when he heard this kind of rainbow fart, his face couldn't help but blush.

Has this old man never seen other people's calligraphy?
But it's normal for a mixed-race kid who grew up in a foreign country to never have seen Yan Guo's calligraphy.

The fanatical love for calligraphy is also reasonable.

After all, with the widespread spread of Yanguo culture around the world, it has attracted more and more fans of Yanguo culture.

Especially a half-breed like the old man in front of him who has the blood of Yan Kingdom in his body, is it more likely to resonate?
The degree of love is so great that the old man does not hesitate to worship a junior who is much younger than himself as his teacher.

After thinking about all this, Liang Mu couldn't help but be moved by Duanmuyan's sincerity and enthusiasm, and couldn't bear to refuse.

"Mu Muyan, get up first.

It doesn't matter if you ask for a teacher or something, I will try my best to teach you. "

Hearing Liang Mu's words, Duanmuyan couldn't hide his disappointment.

However, he also understood that a top master like Liang Mu would not accept a disciple easily.

Being able to teach him knowledge is already very satisfying!
As long as he perseveres, I believe he will be able to impress Liang Mu in the future!
For a period of time after that, Liang Mu did not find a chance to exchange calligraphy with Duanmuyan.

Because Duanmuyan hugged Liang Mu's pile of waste manuscripts and kept giggling as if seeing a treasure.

On the banks of the Huanglong River, in Wu Henan's villa.

In front of Wu Henan was a stack of calligraphy works.

These were all written by Lu Pinao overnight.

Lu Pinao looked at Wu Henan's face anxiously, feeling a sense of hunger in his belly.

He still couldn't figure out why Wu Henan had to write so many calligraphy works by himself.

The other party likes their own words?

Impossible, after all, I am a professor of archeology, not a professor of calligraphy!
But he didn't dare to say it, and he didn't dare to ask.

Curled up into a ball, like a wronged little daughter-in-law.

Wu Henan looked at the calligraphy works in front of him, and his anger couldn't stop rising.

"Have you found Duanmuyan yet?!"

"Report Eldest Young Master, Master Duanmu seems to be missing"

"Missing?! I don't want to hear these two words!

Keep looking, if I don't see Duanmuyan again before tomorrow, you just wait to be 'disappeared'! "

Wu Henan's words scared the surrounding men out of their wits.

Lu Pinao even shrank his neck in fright, trembling.

After Wu Henan got angry, he tugged on his tie irritably.

Looking at the works on the table, I thought to myself: How about taking these works to make the old man happy?
“You mean, these are all masterpieces by the same master?

The master who gave Mo Huan the word? "

Under the portrait of Hei Yu, Wu Tianxiong squinted his eyes, looking at the stack of calligraphy works brought by Wu Henan.

"Yes, Dad." Wu Henan looked proud, "It took a lot of effort for me to buy these from that master!"

Wu Tianxiong didn't speak, but quietly flipped through the words in his hand.

However, none of his works could touch his mind as much as seeing "Spring in Dead Trees".

Moreover, the shape of the handwriting of these characters does not seem to be from the same person as the one at that time.

Glancing at Wu Henan who was asking for credit, Wu Tianxiong shook his head secretly.

Putting down the writing in his hand, he sighed and said, "Henan, worry about the company's affairs more recently, and don't waste your energy on these trivial matters."

"But Dad"

Wu Henan wanted to say something, but Wu Tianxiong closed his eyes, leaned on the sofa, and waved his hands: "I'm tired, you go back first."

".OK, Dad."

When Wu Henan walked out of the courtyard, his face was already clouded.

"Dog, are you deliberately fooling me?"

In the villa, Wu Henan stared at Lu Pinao with a ferocious expression.

"Eldest, young master, I can't understand what you are talking about." Lu Pinao was at a loss.

"Still pretending?!" Wu Henan gritted his teeth, "Since you don't want to write seriously, let's fight until you are serious!
Come on, give me a hard beating! "

"Yes!"

Lu Pinao stared wide-eyed, watching a bunch of fists and feet flying towards him in horror.

"Do not--"

Wu Mohuan came to the bookstore again.

Compared with the disdain for the first time and the confusion for the second time, this time is a different mood.

The scene that happened in front of her yesterday had a great impact on her.

Like a mysterious magic trick, it brought countless mysteries to Wu Mohuan.

Why do books glow?
Why do books and words have a wonderful linkage reaction?

why.
Full of confusion, Wu Mohuan came to the bookstore again.

Because she felt that only Liang Mu could solve the mystery in her heart.

At the same time, it is also to fulfill the promise of learning calligraphy three times a week.

After checking the calligraphy tools he brought outside the bookstore again, Wu Mohuan took a deep breath and stepped into the store.

It's just that when she entered the store, she found that there was already an old man grinding ink beside Liang Mu, who seemed to be planning to practice calligraphy.

"Ok?"

The old man's face gave Wu Mohuan a familiar feeling.

He couldn't help but blurted out: "Master Duanmu?"

The old man who was grinding ink suddenly stopped, picked up the sunglasses on the table, and put them on his face in a panic.

"What, what Master Duanmu?
This lady, did you recognize the wrong person?

My name is Mumuyan, and I'm from Ireland! "

Wu Mohuan looked suspicious, and walked closer and closer, as if planning to take a closer look.

This frightened Duanmuyan terribly.

He tried every means to avoid the Wu family, but he forgot that Wu Mohuan, the eldest lady of the Wu family, was a frequent visitor here!

If she recognized her identity, her life would be in danger!
Fortunately, Liang Mu finally spoke.

(End of this chapter)