Chapter 1277
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"You've just come to Malaysia. What's the news worth paying for?"
Yunbai laughed at this.
Lin Hanxing also took the information he had just handed over in his hand and turned his back hand from the tea table in front of him.
"That's it."
This time, not only Yunbai, but also Yuan Kang were interested, looking at the information on the tea table.
"What is it?"
Yuan Kang did not understand, but he saw what Lin Hanxing put out.
It's two words.
It's all written by Sultan Selangor.
"If you can be sure that these two pictures are from him, then the news I want to sell you is definitely worth a lot of money."
Lin Hanxing leans on the sofa and says.
"Your news is not about Sudan, is it?"
Cloud white pick eyebrows.
Lin Hanxing smiles but does not speak.
"The word is indeed written by the Sultan."
Soon, Yunbai added another sentence.
"In person."
"If so, he should die soon."
When Lin Hanxing finished his sentence, Yun Bai's smile stopped.
"Do you know what you're talking about?"
He asked.
Looking at Lin Hanxing, it seems that he doesn't feel the waves he just lifted, but his face is quiet.
"More than half a year, less than three months."
All the people are silent.
Instead, the masterhand picked up the information from the desk, looked at Sudan's notes, and looked down at what he was thinking.
"Are you so sure?"
Yunbai is really curious about where she comes from. She dares to open her mouth so easily.
"Volume 5 of liuya waibian once mentioned a story about Mr. Qingzhu."
All of a sudden, the holy hand opened his mouth.
It is a story that seems to be different from the current chat content.
"Who is Mr. Qingzhu?"
Asked Yuan Kang.
The holy hand did not turn his eyes out, and soon went on again.
"Fu Shan, a famous medical expert and calligrapher in the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties."
"So what's in the story?"
Yuan Kang asked again.
The holy hand decided not to talk to him any more, but to look at the words in his hand with a long look in his eyes.
"Mr. Qingzhu has a son named Mei, because he saw that his life was not long, so he used shoumao when he chose the word. One day, shoumao imitated Mr. Qingzhu's words and put them on the table to tell him whether it was true or not. When Mr. Qingzhu saw it, he forgot for a moment that it was not written by himself. He cried out in horror! "
Hearing this, Yuan Kang wanted to ask again, but this time the master didn't give him any chance.
"When Mr. Qingzhu saw that the writing was about to die, he thought he would die soon. That's why he was flustered."
"Later, shoumao told him that he wrote it, and Mr. Qingzhu cried bitterly."
"Soon after, shoumao really died."
At the beginning, I saw from the ancient scroll that because of the strange story, I had a deep memory. I thought that the method of judging Qi from characters was just a legend, but I didn't expect that I really met it.
"People are visible, characters are spiritual, calligraphy, calligraphy and painting can express things far beyond the surface so simple."
Lin Hanxing's eyes fell on the word.
Obviously, what she saw was more than longevity.
But what she wanted to say was, that's all.
Cold star falls, stand up.
"This information can be regarded as a gift for me. I'll charge for it next time!"
As he spoke, he leaned to thunder owl.
She's tired after so much trouble tonight.
When they left for half a while, Yunbai finally recalled that Lin Hanxing's last sentence was exactly what he had said to her before?
………………
Return trip.
Left to East, still driving quietly.
"So, is Sudan really going to die?"
In the silence, Yuan Kang's voice rang out.
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"You've just come to Malaysia. What's the news worth paying for?"
Yunbai laughed at this.
Lin Hanxing also took the information he had just handed over in his hand and turned his back hand from the tea table in front of him.
"That's it."
This time, not only Yunbai, but also Yuan Kang were interested, looking at the information on the tea table.
"What is it?"
Yuan Kang did not understand, but he saw what Lin Hanxing put out.
It's two words.
It's all written by Sultan Selangor.
"If you can be sure that these two pictures are from him, then the news I want to sell you is definitely worth a lot of money."
Lin Hanxing leans on the sofa and says.
"Your news is not about Sudan, is it?"
Cloud white pick eyebrows.
Lin Hanxing smiles but does not speak.
"The word is indeed written by the Sultan."
Soon, Yunbai added another sentence.
"In person."
"If so, he should die soon."
When Lin Hanxing finished his sentence, Yun Bai's smile stopped.
"Do you know what you're talking about?"
He asked.
Looking at Lin Hanxing, it seems that he doesn't feel the waves he just lifted, but his face is quiet.
"More than half a year, less than three months."
All the people are silent.
Instead, the masterhand picked up the information from the desk, looked at Sudan's notes, and looked down at what he was thinking.
"Are you so sure?"
Yunbai is really curious about where she comes from. She dares to open her mouth so easily.
"Volume 5 of liuya waibian once mentioned a story about Mr. Qingzhu."
All of a sudden, the holy hand opened his mouth.
It is a story that seems to be different from the current chat content.
"Who is Mr. Qingzhu?"
Asked Yuan Kang.
The holy hand did not turn his eyes out, and soon went on again.
"Fu Shan, a famous medical expert and calligrapher in the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties."
"So what's in the story?"
Yuan Kang asked again.
The holy hand decided not to talk to him any more, but to look at the words in his hand with a long look in his eyes.
"Mr. Qingzhu has a son named Mei, because he saw that his life was not long, so he used shoumao when he chose the word. One day, shoumao imitated Mr. Qingzhu's words and put them on the table to tell him whether it was true or not. When Mr. Qingzhu saw it, he forgot for a moment that it was not written by himself. He cried out in horror! "
Hearing this, Yuan Kang wanted to ask again, but this time the master didn't give him any chance.
"When Mr. Qingzhu saw that the writing was about to die, he thought he would die soon. That's why he was flustered."
"Later, shoumao told him that he wrote it, and Mr. Qingzhu cried bitterly."
"Soon after, shoumao really died."
At the beginning, I saw from the ancient scroll that because of the strange story, I had a deep memory. I thought that the method of judging Qi from characters was just a legend, but I didn't expect that I really met it.
"People are visible, characters are spiritual, calligraphy, calligraphy and painting can express things far beyond the surface so simple."
Lin Hanxing's eyes fell on the word.
Obviously, what she saw was more than longevity.
But what she wanted to say was, that's all.
Cold star falls, stand up.
"This information can be regarded as a gift for me. I'll charge for it next time!"
As he spoke, he leaned to thunder owl.
She's tired after so much trouble tonight.
When they left for half a while, Yunbai finally recalled that Lin Hanxing's last sentence was exactly what he had said to her before?
………………
Return trip.
Left to East, still driving quietly.
"So, is Sudan really going to die?"
In the silence, Yuan Kang's voice rang out.
"You've just come to Malaysia. What's the news worth paying for?" Yunbai laughed at this. Lin Hanxing also took the information he had just handed over in his hand and turned his back hand from the tea table in front of him. "That's it." This time, not only Yunbai, but also Yuan Kang were interested, looking at the information on the tea table. "What is it?" Yuan Kang did not understand, but he saw what Lin Hanxing put out. It's two words. It's all written by Sultan Selangor. "If you can be sure that these two pictures are from him, then the news I want to sell you is definitely worth a lot of money." Lin Hanxing leans on the sofa and says. "Your news is not about Sudan, is it?" Cloud white pick eyebrows. Lin Hanxing smiles but does not speak. "The word is indeed written by the Sultan." Soon, Yunbai added another sentence. "In person." "If so, he should die soon." When Lin Hanxing finished his sentence, Yun Bai's smile stopped. "Do you know what you're talking about?" He asked. Looking at Lin Hanxing, it seems that he doesn't feel the waves he just lifted, but his face is quiet. "More than half a year, less than three months." All the people are silent. Instead, the masterhand picked up the information from the desk, looked at Sudan's notes, and looked down at what he was thinking. "Are you so sure?" Yunbai is really curious about where she comes from. She dares to open her mouth so easily. "Volume 5 of liuya waibian once mentioned a story about Mr. Qingzhu." All of a sudden, the holy hand opened his mouth. It is a story that seems to be different from the current chat content. "Who is Mr. Qingzhu?" Asked Yuan Kang. The holy hand did not turn his eyes out, and soon went on again. "Fu Shan, a famous medical expert and calligrapher in the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties." "So what's in the story?" Yuan Kang asked again. The holy hand decided not to talk to him any more, but to look at the words in his hand with a long look in his eyes. "Mr. Qingzhu has a son named Mei, because he saw that his life was not long, so he used shoumao when he chose the word. One day, shoumao imitated Mr. Qingzhu's words and put them on the table to tell him whether it was true or not. When Mr. Qingzhu saw it, he forgot for a moment that it was not written by himself. He cried out in horror! " Hearing this, Yuan Kang wanted to ask again, but this time the master didn't give him any chance. "When Mr. Qingzhu saw that the writing was about to die, he thought he would die soon. That's why he was flustered." "Later, shoumao told him that he wrote it, and Mr. Qingzhu cried bitterly." "Soon after, shoumao really died." At the beginning, I saw from the ancient scroll that because of the strange story, I had a deep memory. I thought that the method of judging Qi from characters was just a legend, but I didn't expect that I really met it. "People are visible, characters are spiritual, calligraphy, calligraphy and painting can express things far beyond the surface so simple." Lin Hanxing's eyes fell on the word. Obviously, what she saw was more than longevity. But what she wanted to say was, that's all. Cold star falls, stand up. "This information can be regarded as a gift for me. I'll charge for it next time!" As he spoke, he leaned to thunder owl. She's tired after so much trouble tonight. When they left for half a while, Yunbai finally recalled that Lin Hanxing's last sentence was exactly what he had said to her before? Return trip. Left to East, still driving quietly. "So, is Sudan really going to die?" In the silence, Yuan Kang's voice rang out.
