"No, no, no, my disciple was blind just now!!" The scholar looked at Ye Qiqi very piously and said: "Master, please don't take my disciple's rudeness to heart!!"
"..." Ye Qiqi looked at the scholar kneeling on the ground and didn't know what to say for a moment.
Mo Hanqing rolled her eyes at the scholar, then lowered her head and asked Ye Qiqi, "Have you finished writing your wish?"
"Yes, it's written!" Ye Qiqi nodded and put the brush in his hand back on the table in the scholar's booth.
"Let's go after writing." Mo Hanqing put his arm around Ye Qiqi's shoulders, turned around and walked out of the crowd.
"Hey, hey, Master, Master, don't leave!!" Seeing Mo Hanqing and Ye Qiqi leaving, the scholar quickly stood up from the ground, chased after them and said, "Master, It was indeed my disciple who was wrong just now. I know that I was wrong. I hope Master will not be angry. Master, can you give me some pointers?"
"..." Ye Qiqi turned around and looked at the scholar with a speechless expression.
"Master!" The scholar raised his head and looked at her pitifully.
"..." Ye Qiqi tilted her head and thought for a long time, then took out an old Baba's book from her arms, handed it to him and said, "This is for you."
"Is this...??" The scholar hesitantly took the book from Ye Qiqi's hand, and then flipped through it. The book was really, really old, and there were a lot of missing papers. However, he only glanced at it. He immediately recognized it. This was the notebook used by the world's best calligrapher to practice calligraphy.
The strokes, strokes, horizontal strokes and vertical strokes are all written vigorously and vigorously. Each word is clearly drawn where to use more force and where to use less force.
The scholar suddenly felt as if he had found a treasure. He knelt down and said to Ye Qiqi: "Thank you Master! Thank you Master! Master is indeed a closed disciple of the best calligrapher in the world, otherwise it would not be so precious. of the manuscript!!”
"Ah... um... I guess!" Ye Qiqi waved towards the scholar perfunctorily, then looked at the excited expression on his face, twitched the corner of his mouth and said: "Then can I leave now? ? "
"Master's kindness will never be forgotten by this disciple!!" The scholar kowtowed to Ye Qiqi very seriously and said: "My disciple's surname is Zhang, and the only word is Lin. I wonder what the master's name is!?"
"Me, my name is Ye Qiqi."
"Master Qiqi, please bow to me as a disciple. As the saying goes, once you are a master, you will always be a father. From now on, the disciple..." Zhang Lin knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Ye Qiqi respectfully. After looking up, he raised his head, and when he was about to say some words of thanks to her, he found that Ye Qiqi and the man following him had already disappeared.
"Hey?? Hey?? Where is my master??" Zhang Lin turned his head with a confused expression and asked the surrounding onlookers.
"Your master, she just flew away." Someone around said to Zhang Lin.
"I didn't expect that Master is not only good at handwriting, but also a master of martial arts!" Zhang Lin said excitedly, holding the manuscript that Ye Qiqi had just given him in his hand.
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Mo Hanqing and Ye Qiqi used Qinggong to fly to a deserted place.