Kung Fu Girl of Sansheng Stone Series

Lu Zihe brought Huo Qiqi to the study room, found all the pens, ink, papers and inkstones for her and put them on the desk, then stood aside and looked at Huo Qiqi.To be honest, he was very curious what kind of calligraphy Huo Qiqi could write.He has seen his father's brush calligraphy before. Although it is not as good as calligraphy written by masters, it is still a small accomplishment.

Huo Qiqi pressed the rice paper with a paperweight, then signaled with her eyes to Lu Zihe who was at the side to rub the ink for him, while she picked out a medium-sized brush and looked at it carefully, pulling out a messy hair from the tip of the brush from time to time.Lu Zihesui was a little reluctant, but in order to satisfy his curiosity, he pinched his nose and went up.

After grinding the ink, Huo Qiqi moistened the brush with the ink, concentrated her expression and began to swipe it.

Lu Zihe's initial doubts gradually turned into shock and admiration. He didn't expect that Huo Qiqi's calligraphy was better than those written by everyone he had seen. He didn't even realize that the way he looked at Huo Qiqi changed.

Huo Qiqi wrote for about half an hour, and wrote out all the formulas of the 72 ways of capturing hands. She wrote a total of nine sheets, and each time Lu Zihe finished writing one sheet, she put it aside to dry.

"It's been a long time since I wrote calligraphy, it's all rusty." Huo Qiqi seemed a little dissatisfied when she put down the brush.

Lu Zihe swallowed, "Your level is comparable to that of a master, but you are still pretending to be modest."

Huo Qiqi looked at Lu Zihe, "I'm not humble, my handwriting can be better, it's just that I haven't pinched the brush for too long, so it's a bit rusty."

Her expression was very calm, and her tone was very calm. Lu Zihe could actually see a trace of otherworldly feeling from her expression.At that moment, Huo Qiqi exuded an aura like a banished fairy, which made people daunting.He was very puzzled by his absurd feeling, and quickly shook his head to drive that feeling out.When he was looking intently at Huo Qiqi, Huo Qiqi was sorting out the written formulas with his back turned to him.The way he looked at Huo Qiqi's back became complicated and weird. He felt that there were many unknown secrets about Huo Qiqi.

After sorting out the formulas, Huo Qiqi walked out with the stack of rice paper.

Lu Zihe hurriedly followed, "Do you need me to find someone to explain it to you?"

Huo Qiqi thought for a while and said, "This is a good idea, so I'll leave it to you." After speaking, she handed the stack of rice paper with formulas written on it to Lu Zihe.

Lu Zihe rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "Can you give me a picture after the table is finished?"

Huo Qiqi looked at Lu Zihe with a smile, "You want it?"

"Yeah." Lu Zihe nodded.

Huo Qiqi stretched out her hand, "1000 yuan a word, do you want to buy it?"

Lu Zihe looked at Huo Qiqi resentfully and said, "I'm your uncle"

"Sorry, I don't know you that well."

"100 yuan a word." Lu Zihe bargained.

"Deal—" Huo Qiqi clapped her hands together and agreed.

"Uh—" Lu Zihe didn't expect Huo Qiqi to change so quickly, just now he looked like an outsider, but in an instant he turned into a philistine.

Huo Qiqi glanced at Lu Zihe and snorted: "Don't feel that you are at a disadvantage, my calligraphy and paintings are hard to come by. I only accepted your business because you are Uncle Arthur."

"Then I really thank you." Lu Zihe rolled his eyes, "I'll go frame it for you, and I'll see what you wrote for me when I come back later."

"No problem, I can also send you a painting without charging." Huo Qiqi said straightforwardly.

After Lu Zihe went out, Huo Qiqi went into the study again.

Because Diasher got up too early in the morning, he fell asleep after lying on the bed for a while. When he woke up, it was already 03:30 in the afternoon.When he went downstairs to drink water, he saw that the door of grandpa's study room was open, so he walked over curiously

Huo Qiqi was concentrating on drawing the branches of plum blossoms, but because she was too focused, she didn't notice Di Arthur at the door.

After the branches and trunks were outlined, Huo Qiqi chose the smallest brush from the brush holder, tidied the hairs on the tip of the brush and put it aside, then put the index finger of her left hand into her mouth and bit it hard, then squeezed the fingertips The blood dripped on the plum blossom branch, and then used the small brush to draw the blood drop into blossoming plum blossoms. After repeating this several times, he put down the brush and admired himself, and then showed a satisfied look.

After the plum blossom tree was painted, there was only a poem to write. After choosing a medium-sized brush and putting it aside, Huo Qiqi thought about it and then chose a poem by Lin Hejing of the Tang Dynasty, Xiaomei in the Mountain Garden, and put it up.

All the fragrances shake off the lonely beauty, occupying all the amorous feelings towards the small garden.

Shuying horizontally and shallow water, subtle fragrance floating moon dusk.

Frostbirds want to steal their eyes first, and the white butterflies are like knowing and breaking their souls.

Fortunately, there is Wei Yin who can meet each other, and it is not necessary to be good at sharing gold bottles.

"Well, it's not bad, I finally regained a little feeling." Huo Qiqi looked at the calligraphy and painting that had just been completed and said with great satisfaction.

From the beginning to the end, Huo Qiqi kept one hand behind her back, with a slight curvature at the corner of her mouth, with a serious expression and focused eyes. At this moment, she seemed to have become another person, an arty wit.

Di Arthur at the door was shocked by such an elegant Huo Qiqi. In his eyes, Huo Qiqi was the kind of girl who was more manly and carefree. He never thought that Huo Qiqi would have such a literary side. , and it's still so shocking.He once again refreshed his views and understanding of Huo Qiqi.