"Ha, the general is practicing calligraphy in the room. You two can go. The general has ordered that you can go in and find him directly when you come." Uncle Huang pointed to the side room on the right and said.

"Okay." Qiulin nodded, his breathing became a little rapid, and he looked so nervous that he was desperate, as if there was not his biological grandfather in the room, but an ancient Tyrannosaurus Rex locked in.

"Let's go. As you said, it's a blessing or not a disaster, it's a disaster that cannot be avoided." Qiu Lin gritted his teeth, pulled Liang Chen and walked into the room.

When I got outside the house, I knocked on the door a few times, and an old but extremely majestic voice sounded from the house, "Come in."

Qiulin pushed open the door, Liang Chen looked forward and saw an old man practicing calligraphy. In such a cold day, the old man was wearing only a white silk practice suit and just putting on a small vest outside, but

There is no cold feeling at all.[

The old man had magnificent white hair, and there were actually spots of black at the roots, as if he could be reborn at any time.

At this moment, he was writing with his head down, dripping ink, immersing himself in it, and was very happy.

"Grandpa..." Qiulin squeezed out a smile that was even worse than crying, and grinned happily. However, the voice was so sweet that Liang Chen had goose bumps when he heard it. It made people like Qiulin act cute.

It is indeed a life-threatening thing.

"Shut up, stand there, and talk about it when I finish practicing the words." The old man snorted coldly without raising his head and continued practicing the words.

Qiu Lin immediately became silent, just like he was pinched to death. He did not dare to make another sound, and he did not even dare to breathe.

"Come here." The old man wrote a few more words, but he still didn't look up, but just shouted. Qiulin was shocked and thought he was calling himself. Just as he was about to take a step, Liang Chen gently pulled him.

, he tied his clothes, walked over, arrived three meters in front of the case, and bowed, "Hello General Qiu. Young Master Liang Chen, I wish you a stronger and stronger person, a spirit of dragon and horse, and a lifetime of eternity."

"How do you know I'm calling you?" Old General Qiu asked faintly without looking up, and was still practicing calligraphy.

"Because you want to see me." Liang Chen replied with a smile.

"I may not call you when I see you." Old General Qiu said a mindless word.

"Call me is to be loving. If you don't call me, it will probably mean a disaster." Liang Chen's words were also quite mysterious.

"Oh? Will you prove that there is no disaster?" Old General Qiu finally raised his head, with a national face, two long-lived eyebrows, and two eyes without any turbidity, still extremely clear, inside there is a person who has seen through everything in the world.

Calm and harmonious, but the bottom still hides the fearless spirit of flying swords that always move forward. It is a character that is born and cannot be changed. After experiencing a lifetime of bloodshed, it is like a sword of refining

, showing the sharpness of the country's sharp weapon. Of course, this sharpness only flashes occasionally, and only people like Liang Chen can perceive and capture it slightly.

"Haha, I can call you the younger generation, and I only use the word "you". Even if there is a disaster, I am honored." Liang Chen smiled, with no nervous expression in his expression, but he became more relaxed, but Qiu behind him

However, Lin was already sweating in his palms, secretly complaining that Liang Chen didn't know the world was high, and that there were many high-ranking officials and even the most important figures in China who were respectful when they saw the old man, and they were not even generous.
Chapter completed!