Su Hang swallowed, and the little thing suddenly jumped out just now. He almost screamed out, his pores all over his body were exploding, and he had goose bumps in a bunch. The novel was updated very quickly and stably,

The most important thing is that this cat put a lot of pressure on Su Hang, and even had an illusion that it was not a cat in front of him, but a tiger, which made Su Hang unable to move at all while instinctively frightened.

"Haha, Brother Hang, you are afraid of cats?"

At this moment, an unscrupulous laughter came, and it was Xue Qi without even looking at it.

Xue Qi just heard the movement and saw this scene when he came out. He couldn't help but feel the comedy. In his opinion, Su Hang has always been used to being picky, and he didn't expect to be afraid of cats.

"What nonsense, get it away quickly." Su Hang stared at the black cat, and did not dare to look away for a moment.

Xue Qi smiled badly, "If you call him Grandpa Cat three times, he will leave by himself."

"You're itchy, right?" Su Hang was so angry that he asked him to call him a beast grandfather. This was simply funny.

Xue Qi didn't joke anymore after hearing this, "Mao Ye, he is my friend, let him come over."

This kid is really unconventional. He really serves as a grandson for a beast. Moreover, judging from his attitude, he is not pretending to be a grandson, but a real grandson.

It's strange that when the black cat heard Xue Qi's words, his hair that exploded all over his body suddenly loosened, and his sharp eyes also withdrew, and of course the powerful momentum disappeared in an instant.

“Meow!”

Shaking his fat body, the black cat yawned, looked at Su Hang contemptuously, then turned around and walked with elegant cat steps, and left proudly with his tail raised.

Wow, he really died of death. He actually saw contempt in the eyes of a cat?

Could it be that what Xue Qi said, the spiritual beast of the Xue family?

It should be true. He is also a person who raises spiritual beasts. Only spiritual beasts can have wisdom and have such great power.

No matter what, after the black cat left, Su Hang had already sweated all over, and his goose bumps had subsided for a while. He was a little sleepy, but now he is much more awake.

Xue Qi was inevitably ridiculed. Su Hang sorted out his clothes and followed the kid through the front hall and into the inner courtyard.

On the ground paved with bluestone, a locust tree, a stone table under the tree, and a stone jar next to the table. An old man stood beside the jar, holding a brush in his hand, dipped it in water from the jar, and wrote words on the stone table.

Xue Xuan stood quietly beside the old man, watching the old man write while listening to what the old man was saying.

"Great grandpa, he is here." Xue Qi shouted in a proper manner.

The old man stopped his pen and looked up at Su Hang. It was different from the face carved by wind and frost that Su Hang imagined, with gray hair. He looked vigorous and looked at at most sixty years old.

Could this be a person who has grown up to himself a century? Su Hang really couldn't believe that he could still have such a spirit and appearance in his 120s. If it were in the past, he would definitely not believe it.

If it weren't for knowing the identity of this old man in advance, Su Hang would definitely regard him as an ordinary old man. He would never have thought that this was an existence standing at the peak of China and even the world.

"Come on? Let's sit down first, wait until I finish writing this decorative character." The old man casually said, holding the pen hand, signaling Su Hang, and then wrote and painted on the stone.

Xue Xuan put a finger in front of her mouth and made a gesture to Su Hang to silence. Su Hang understood and said nothing. She followed Xue Qi over.

Water writes on the stone slab, and the handwriting appears, but it takes a while to do it. Xue Jingtian is very focused when writing, holding a pen in his hand, like holding a sword. Every stroke is full of charm.

The poem written on the stone slab is a poem by Li Bai.

Have you seen the water of the Yellow River coming from the sky, flowing to the sea and never returning again, have you not seen the mirror in the high hall sad white hair, and the morning is like blue hair and snowing in the evening..., basically all of them are familiar sentences. About five minutes later, Xue Jingtian finally put down his pen.

"Young man, come and see how my words are written?" Xue Jingtian said to Su Hang.

Su Hang was stunned for a moment, why did he think of asking me?

The elder asked, and he had to say it even though he had to bite the bullet. Su Hang looked at the words on the stone, "The words of senior are of course excellent."

No matter whether it is good or not, it is definitely not wrong to praise it first, not to mention that the old man's handwriting is indeed good.

"Don't say those polite words, take a look at them carefully and give me some real things." Xue Jingtian didn't seem to appreciate it very much, and asked Su Hang to look at it again.

Su Hang smiled awkwardly. This old man actually knew what kind of stuff is.

After looking carefully, Su Hangdao said, "I am not polite. The senior's handwriting is indeed a rare and good handwriting. If I am a junior, I am afraid it will only make me laugh. However, since the senior asked, I will say it boldly. If you say it wrong, senior, don't laugh at me."

"Speak, be bold and speak." Xue Jingtiandao.

Su Hang cleared his throat and said, "This word is calm and sophisticated, and seems casual, but it also has a magnificent atmosphere, restrained without losing its sharpness. It is definitely not something that can be practiced overnight. It gives me the feeling like..."

"Like what?"

Xue Xuan and Xue Qi both looked at Su Hang, as if they wanted to see how Su Hang should be flattered.

"The word is good, there is no need to say more about this, but it gives me the feeling that your old character is more like a sword technique." Su Hang pinched his chin with some reason. From the beginning, he had this feeling, especially when Xue Jingtian was writing, it gave Su Hang the feeling that he was practicing swordsmanship.

"Ha, I have some eyesight, continue."

Xue Jingtian looked at Su Hang in surprise, and his expression seemed to be both unexpected and reasonable.

Su Hangdao, "The pen is sometimes sharp, sometimes light, and freely transforms, and has a kind of elegant and elegant demeanor. Yes, it is elegant and free. Incorporating the secrets of sword techniques into the font, the predecessors' attainments in martial arts are simply amazing."

Another fierce flattery. If it really hits the horse, it will definitely make the horse scream.

"Brother Hang, you are really amazing. The word "Great Grandpa" is really the opening sword song of the Qinglian Sword Classic of my family's sword technique." At this time, Xue Qi stared at Su Hang with his round eyes.

"What's the matter? It must be that the blind cat met a dead mouse." Xue Xuan smiled and slapped. In her opinion, Su Hang must have been talking nonsense to flatter.

"The song of Qinglian Sword? This is obviously Li Bai's 'toast'. I have little study, don't lie to me." Su Hang was quite surprised when he heard this. Even if he had never read a book, he knew that this was Li Bai's toast. How could it be the song of Qinglian Sword?

"Li Bai is also called Qinglian Jushi. It is said that this sword technique was passed down to the sword immortal Li Bai. "Jiangjinjiu" is the opening sword song of the sword scripture!" Xue Xuan said.

Since Xue Xuan said yes, there would definitely be no mistake!

"Toast" is actually a sword song in the Qinglian Sword Classic. If those high school and junior high school students knew about it, they would not know what they would feel.

"You can see the sword intent in this word, which shows that your vision is unique." Xue Jingtian stroked the long beard under his jaw slightly, "This first level is considered to be your passing."

"What's the first level?" Su Hang was stunned for a moment, and looked at Xue Xuan in surprise.

Xue Xuan just said nothing.

Xue Jingtian said, "I heard Xiaoqi talk about you before. This kid has blown you to the sky. I heard that you have invented something else, which amazed the National Academy of Sciences. I really want to see what kind of magical young man this is."

Su Hang looked at Xue Qi, really didn't know what this kid said about him, but looking at the boy with a very proud expression, as if he was seeking credit from Su Hang, Su Hang was speechless.

"Senior, I am just an ordinary person, with hands and feet, no difference." Su Hang said modestly.

"Young man, being too modest is just pride." Xue Jingtian smiled indifferently, "Just heard Xuan'er say that you still have a unique ability. After only reading it once, you learned Old Man Feng's Eighteen-Road Sword. Is that true?"

"Well……"

Su Hang stopped, looked at Xue Xuan, and smiled bitterly, "Xue Xuan, your mouth is too fast, right?"

Xue Xuan gave Su Hang a blank look, "It was you who said it myself. I didn't believe it anyway, I just didn't know if my grandfather believed it or not."

Su Hang was speechless for a moment.

"Young man, come here." Xue Jingtian waved to Su Hang, letting Su Hang come to his side.

Pointing to the words on the stone table, Xue Jingtian said, "This is the general outline of the Qinglian Sword Book. Since you can feel the sword intent, you think your talent is not bad. Xuan'er said you have the ability, but I don't believe it. Please read it again and feel the sword intent. Can you practice the sword technique?"

Su Hang was stunned when he heard this.

"Senior, you're almost done with this word." Su Hang smiled bitterly.

Xue Jingtian waved his hand, "Even if the words are not done, the sword intent will not last long. Just read it once and read it ten times. Since you have the ability to read it, it shouldn't be difficult!"

"But, there is no sword move." Su Hang scratched his head. There was only sword songs, no sword moves and sword styles. With just a little sword intent, even gods could not think about the sword technique contained in it.

What's more, the Xue family's sword technique must be an extremely high-level sword technique.

Xue Jingtian brushed his sleeves, "There are sword moves between the lines."

Speechless!

Xue Qi smashed his mouth, "Brother Hang, don't you bet, right?"

He praised Su Hang for a long time in front of Xue Jingtian. If Su Hang loses his links, it will be a loss of face for him.

Saying that a man can do anything, but don’t say that it’s not possible. Su Hang ignored Xue Qi and looked up at Xue Jingtian, “Senior, you have caused me a problem.”

Xue Jingtian smiled with his beard.

"Stop talking nonsense, read it quickly, otherwise, your handwriting will be gone in a while." Xue Xuan urged Su Hang, and she also wanted to see how many skills Su Hang has.
Chapter completed!