urban unparalleled fairy doctor

"Mr. Li, I hope you are here."

Facing the enthusiastic Wei Changsheng, Lin Yang joked with a smile.

"You are hoping that I will bring the complete boxing score sooner."

Wei Changsheng laughed when he heard that.

"It would be better if you can show it. I invite you here to introduce an old friend to you."

"Come on, let's go in and talk about something."

When Lin Yang and Wei Changsheng came into the house, an old man in a black tunic suit was sitting on the seat, looking up and down at Lin Yang.

Beside the old man stood a middle-aged man in his 40s with a rather strong build.

"Lao Meng, this is the Mr. Chen I told you about."

"Using qi to control the needle in one hand, that's the skill of using it."

While talking, he brought Lin Yang to the old man, and he introduced.

"Meng Chang'an is very good at calligraphy. When he was young, he was also a practicing family."

"Beside him is a Bajiquan master, Lao Meng's personal bodyguard."

When Meng Changan heard this, he immediately frowned and snorted coldly.

"Is it because you are afraid that he will be beaten?"

Wei Changsheng smiled helplessly when he heard that.

"Lao Meng, he's in his dozen years, why is he still so angry?"

When Wei Changsheng heard this, he said with a cold snort.

"I just have this temper. I'm here this time to see how divine this guy you are blowing up to be."

"Looking at it now, it's just a yellow-haired boy!"

"Old Wei, I see you are getting confused!"

Upon hearing this, Wei Changsheng said helplessly.

"Old Meng, you are already quite old, why are you still so hot-tempered?"

"I'm just so impatient, but what I'm telling is the truth."

When Wei Changsheng had a headache, Lin Yang said with a smile.

"It's said that practicing calligraphy cultivates one's morality and self-cultivation. It seems that this old man's calligraphy attainments are just like that."

When Meng Changan heard this, he blew his beard and stared angrily.

He looked at Lin Yang angrily, his voice raised a few degrees.

"What did you say?"

"Why, did I say something wrong?"

"If you really cultivate yourself, you will still be so irritable."

"They all say that their handwriting is like their own, but I don't think your handwriting is very good."

Meng Changan walked back and forth angrily.

"Good boy, I don't care about other things for Lao Wei's sake!"

"But in calligraphy, no one is good at it!"

"Boy, you should be optimistic about my calligraphy attainments!"

"Old Wei, prepare a pen, ink, paper and inkstone for me!"

Wei Changsheng looked at Meng Changan, whose veins were bulging out of anger, and smiled helplessly.

Even in his decades, his temper is still so violent.

He helplessly asked his servants to prepare things, and took this opportunity to pull Lin Yang aside.

"Mr. Lin, Lao Meng has this personality, don't worry about him."

"I'll come to persuade him later."

Looking at the helpless Wei Changsheng, Lin Yang smiled.

"It's really unnecessary. If it's because of me that I've affected your friendship for decades, it won't be worth the loss."

"I can handle it, just leave it to me."

Wei Changsheng looked at Lin Yang in bewilderment, not understanding what kind of medicine was sold in Lin Yang's gourd.

Pen, ink, paper and inkstone were all at the ready while they spoke.

"Old Wei, your rice paper is not bad, I will take some when I leave."

When Wei Changsheng heard it, he laughed and scolded: "You really don't leave empty space, every time you come, you have to walk by me with something."

Although he said so in his mouth, he still asked his servants to pack the rice paper.

At this time, Meng Changan picked up the pen, and his face suddenly became serious.

"Boy, take a good look at what it means to be like a person!"

As he spoke, he picked up the brush and dropped it on the rice paper.

What he wrote was Su Shi's "Huanxisha".

"Who knows that life is endless, and the water flowing in front of the door can still go west, so don't sing yellow chickens with white hair!"

After finishing the last sentence, the old man put down the brush, wiped his hands, and looked at Lin Yang proudly.

"Boy, if you admit your mistake, I will give this word to you, take it back and frame it."

Lin Yang walked to the table, looked at it for a while, shook his head and said.

"Sure enough, the words are just like the person."

Just when Meng Changan was about to curse, Lin Yang continued.

"At the beginning, the pen is a dragon and a snake. At first glance, it seems that it has been copying Wei Bei all the year round. It has a good foundation."

"Unfortunately, when I got to the middle, my strokes started to become unstable, and when I got to the last sentence, my heart was even more impetuous. It can only be said that there is nothing but form."

"Of course, if you only practice calligraphy for ten years, that's not bad."

Meng Changan went from being angry at the beginning to being silent now.

It can be seen that he still agrees with Lin Yang's words.

After being silent for a while, he looked at Lin Yang, gritted his teeth and said.

"What about you, don't just talk!"

Just as Wei Changsheng was about to smooth things over, he was stopped by Lin Yang.

He said with a smile: "When we learn Chinese medicine, we don't start with grasping medicine, but practice calligraphy first!"

"Only when you have practiced your handwriting can you start to learn medical skills. Don't you want to read my handwriting? Then I will satisfy you."

He walked to the table, picked up a pen, and wrote Li Bai's "Nanling Farewell Children Entering Beijing".

"Laugh at the sky and go out, how can I be a Penghao people!"

When the last sentence was finished, Lin Yang put down the brush, and Meng Changan fell silent.

They thought that Lin Yang was going to write wild cursive, but they didn't expect to use cursive script.

And the attainment of running script is far above them.

"The face is sinewy and willowy, free and unrestrained, every word reveals arrogance, this calligraphy is worthy of everyone's name!"

Wei Changsheng praised Lin Yang's handwriting without hesitation.

Meng Changan, who was going to pick out some flaws, sighed after watching for a long time.

He cupped his fists to Lin Yang and said, "It's because I have eyes that don't recognize Mount Tai."

"I didn't expect my little brother to reach this level of calligraphy at such a young age!"

Wei Ying, who knew nothing about calligraphy, also found Lin Yang's calligraphy pleasing to the eye, as if it were a work of art.

She smiled and said to Lin Yang: "Mr. Lin, can you give me this word?"

Before Lin Yang could speak, Meng Changan said.

"Go, go, Wei girl, why are you joining in the fun?"

"This is little brother Lin, no, it is Mr. Lin's competition with me. As a loser, I should put him away, let me know my shame and be brave!"

Saying that, regardless of everyone's astonishment, he put away the painting.

Its speed made Wei Ying dumbfounded.

After putting away the calligraphy and painting, Meng Changan coughed.

Turning his head and casting a look at his bodyguard, he said to Lin Yang.

"Mr. Lin can use Qi to control needles, and he is also very good at martial arts."

"My bodyguard claims to be No. 1 in Bajiquan Southwest, how about you help me check it?"

Said, grinning.

Seeing this, Wei Changsheng couldn't help smiling wryly.

This is not a test, this is clearly to find some ground for himself.

Before making a move, Meng Changan specifically said.

"Mr. Lin, if you are accidentally defeated by my useless bodyguard, you can't take the calligraphy and painting back."

Seeing Meng Changan holding the calligraphy and painting in his hands, Lin Yang smiled helplessly.

"Will not."

Then, he looked at the middle-aged man.