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Chapter 249 Ghosts

As soon as Xiao Yun reached the second floor, Chi Feibai followed him impatiently, lingering at the top of the stairs, eager to rush upstairs to get the forty fitness pills himself.

At this moment, Chi Feibai's eyes suddenly glanced at the study room next to him.

I saw that the study door was wide open, the lights inside were not turned off, and paper dumplings were thrown on the floor.

It must be that Xiao Yun was writing something just now and his sudden visit interrupted him, so he even forgot to turn off the light.

Could it be that you are writing a new prescription?

Chi Feibai's energy trembled, and he walked into the study room by accident.

He casually picked up a ball of paper, opened it and looked at it.

It's okay not to look at it, but Chi Feibai was shocked when he looked at it!

At this moment, Xiao Yun walked downstairs with forty packaged fitness pills.

Seeing Chi Feibai standing in the study room, motionless with his back to him, Xiao Yun shouted curiously: "Mr. Chi, I brought you the medicine."

Hearing this soft call, Chi Feibai suddenly came back to his senses and suddenly turned around to look at Xiao Yun, his eyes filled with excitement.

He held a piece of crumpled rice paper with trembling hands and asked: "Xiao... Xiaoyou, who wrote this, this word?!"

Xiao Yun was stunned for a moment and replied confusedly: "Me."

"You?!" Chi Feibai seemed to have heard something incredible, and his hands were trembling even more.

He looked down at the rice paper in his hand, and then looked up at Xiao Yun in front of him. The shock in his eyes was beyond words!

"Yes." Xiao Yun nodded. Seeing that Chi Feibai looked wrong, he asked suspiciously: "Mr. Chi, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

Chi Feibai closed his eyes and took two deep breaths. After a while, he suppressed the excitement in his heart. He carefully placed the rice paper in his hand on the table, flattened it gently, and said with some reproach: "Such a good calligraphy.

, why did you crumble it into a ball and throw it away? What a waste, what a waste!"

Chi Feibai seemed distressed, stroking the piece of paper over and over again.

When Xiao Yun heard this, he touched his nose in embarrassment and said, "Mr. Chi, I don't write well, so just throw it away."

Hearing this, Chi Feibai almost fainted.

not good!?

This is called poor writing!?

Oh my god, is this kid kidding himself on purpose, or does he really have no idea how good his writing is!

Although he was respected as "Miracle Doctor Xiao" by the people of Zhongyang City, he said that his medical skills were not good and he wanted to continue practicing.

It is clear that my writing is very good, but I say that my writing is not good enough, so I throw it away.

Chi Feibai almost doubted life.

"No, no, no! Xiaoyou, you wrote very well! It is simply a masterpiece!" Chi Feibai said excitedly.

A masterpiece?

Xiao Yun suddenly felt his face burning, thinking that Chi Feibai was sarcastic about him, and said awkwardly: "Mr. Chi, please stop sarcastic me! I'm feeling a little depressed tonight, so I casually wrote this to vent my emotions.

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Just write whatever you want?!

Chi Feibai stood there blankly, looking at Xiao Yun in astonishment.

For a moment, he felt that he had heard wrongly.

For such a good calligraphy work, Xiao Yun actually said that he was in a bad mood and wrote it casually!

Chi Feibai felt that his three views had been shattered.

If such calligraphy is not considered good, then there may not be many people in China who can be called masters of calligraphy, right?

Chi Feibai looked at Xiao Yun blankly, as if he was looking at a saint from heaven.

He is good at martial arts and medicine, and even his handwriting surpasses many calligraphy masters!

Is this a human or a god!?

Chi Feibai swallowed his saliva and tried hard to calm down his excitement.

"Little friend Xiao, you are pursuing perfection too much. How can there be a perfect work of art in the world? You can't always find fault with yourself like this!"

Chi Feibai took a deep breath, looked back at the writing on the table, and continued: "I'm not kidding you. This writing is indeed very good!"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yun was immediately confused and even a little at a loss.

Usually he writes in regular script with round fonts, but tonight's calligraphy is written in cursive.

Because he never felt that his writing was very good, he only occasionally wrote casually when he was depressed.

After all, when he was studying in the past, when he took the calligraphy class for the first time and excitedly went home with the cursive writing he had written to show his mother, a hint of fear suddenly appeared in his mother's eyes, saying that this was

The ghost drew the talisman and told him not to write it again in the future.

From then on, he only wrote regular regular script.

If he hadn't been in a depressed mood tonight, he wouldn't have written such a piece of calligraphy in cursive.

Thinking of this, Xiao Yun looked at Chi Feibai suspiciously and said, "Mr. Chi, my handwriting is not as good as you said. Look at this word, this word, and this word, they are not written well."

Chi Feibai followed the words pointed by Xiao Yun, glanced at them, waved his hands indifferently, and said: "Xiao Xiaoyou, you are a bit picky! What kind of problem is this?"

In Chi Feibai's opinion, Xiao Yun's cursive writing is simply superb, and it will definitely shock the entire Chinese calligraphy world!

But Xiao Yun was still belittling himself here, and even threw away this good calligraphy as a failure!

If these few words can be considered a failure, what did other calligraphy masters write?

Rubbish?

waste?

"Little friend Xiao, let me tell you again, your calligraphy is really very good!" Chi Feibai was a little anxious, blowing his beard and staring.

Xiao Yun smiled helplessly, thinking that Chi Feibai wanted to flatter himself and make himself happy because he gave him forty fitness pills in one go, so he stopped arguing with him and followed his words.

: "Yes, yes, since Mr. Chi loves you so much, I will definitely practice more in the future."

Hearing this, Chi Feibai was overjoyed, stroking his beard and nodded with satisfaction: "Hahaha, Xiaoyou, you must have a bright future!"

After saying this, Chi Feibai glanced at Xiao Yun and said with a smile: "I have a heartless request... I wonder if Xiaoyou can give me a piece of your calligraphy?"

"Of course, if Mr. Chi doesn't mind it."

Xiao Yun nodded slightly, and as he spoke, he found a few pieces of writing from the bookshelf nearby, put them on the table and asked, "These are all things I wrote recently, do you think they are OK?"

Chi Feibai carefully opened the pieces of rice paper.

Most of the characters here are written in regular script, and only one piece is written in cursive.

It's not that Xiao Yun's regular script is not good. In fact, the regular script he writes is quite a bit like Yan Zhenqing's. It is plump and vigorous, the structure is broad and magnificent, and the bones are strong and majestic.

However, compared with his cursive writing, it is still slightly inferior.

Chi Feibai did not dare to be careless and carefully admired the calligraphy in front of him. He even took out his reading glasses from the pocket of his Tai Chi suit and put them on.

"Good! Good!" Chi Feibai murmured praises to himself every time he read a word.

When he saw the calligraphy written in cursive, he was so excited that his lips were trembling.

sky……

He couldn't believe his eyes!


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