Strongest Guard

I came gently, killed a man, and walked softly away again, waving my hand to take no cloud away.    

    

Staring at the bright moon hanging in the sky outside the window, Helan Xiaoxin suddenly thought of this phrase.    

    

She then laughed at herself, lowered her head and cursed, "Idiot."    

    

"Who are you calling stupid?"    

    

Someone asked lightly from outside the window, his tone clearly displeased.    

    

"Hey, Second Uncle, can you experts be like normal people, letting others know when you appear? "All of you are so elusive. Sooner or later, I will be scared by you guys to the point of having a heart attack."    

    

Helan Xiaoxin sighed and raised her head to look at Hu Mietang, who was already sitting on the windowsill. She said leisurely, "Of course I'm scolding myself."    

    

Hu Mietang was sitting in the same posture as Yang Xiao.    

    

However, the two of them faced off in different directions.    

    

When Yang Xiao looked up at a 45 degree angle, he could see the moon.    

    

When Lao Hu raised his head, it was just a simple act of raising his head, or it could be said that he was trying to show off his demeanor as an expert.    

    

However, it was obvious that when Yang Xiao looked up at the moon, a layer of divine radiance would appear on his face.    

    

Lao Hu had his back facing the moonlight. His whole face was hidden in the shadows, making him look a bit strange.    

    

As far as Helan Xiaoxin was concerned, one old and one young, these two men were handsome men that no one could compare to in the present day and age.    

    

It was just that Yang Xiao would give people a sense of beauty, but Lao Hu would only make people feel that his mind was dirty.    

    

After lighting up a cigarette, Lao Hu tilted his head and looked at Helan Xiaoxin: "Why are you scolding yourself?"    

    

"Because just now, I thought of a particularly hypocritical sentence, so I felt like I was a fool."    

    

Helan Xiaoxin spoke the truth and laughed at herself once again. "Haha, Second Uncle, you know that person, right?"    

    

"Which one?"    

    

Hu Mietang raised his eyelids, and swept his gaze across the corpse on the ground: "Are you talking about the person who killed her? "Well, I guess I know her."    

    

"Knowing is knowing, why do you say that it counts?"    

    

"Don't talk rubbish. Pack up your things and let's go."    

    

When Hu Mietang and Buddha's Boogie were speaking, they paid great attention to maintain his gentleman manner. But why was he not polite when talking to Sister Xin, a person who was on his own side?    

    

If Helan Xiaoxin knew about this, she would definitely consider it carefully.    

    

She had lived here for more than a dozen days, but there was really nothing to pack up.    

    

All the daily necessities, clothes, shoes and socks, and even two bags of aunt towels were prepared for her by Lao Hu.    

    

When she left, all she had to do was change her clothes.    

    

She ran back down the stairs.    

    

Lao Hu, who was standing in front of the wooden building with both of his hands behind his back and had the demeanor of a great master, slightly frowned when he heard her steps back in again.    

    

After Helan Xiaoxin came out, he walked forward and asked without looking back, "What did you go back for?"    

    

"Something."    

    

Helan Xiaoxin waved her hand in front of her eyes as she spoke.    

    

The thing immediately made a crashing sound.    

    

It was a piece of paper.    

    

Hu Mietang turned around and smiled.    

    

No matter how high a master was, they would still like to be flattered and worshipped by others.    

    

Especially these people, they were Helan Xiaoxin from a wealthy family.    

    

It was unknown when Lao Hu started to like practicing calligraphy.    

    

This was a persistent person. Once he became interested in something, he would wholeheartedly devote his heart and soul to it.    

    

Otherwise, he wouldn't have become the current Unrivaled Expert, even though talent was very important.    

    

After Lao Hu fell in love with practicing calligraphy, he also became like that.    

    

Whenever he had time to spare, besides eating and sleeping, he would usually practice his calligraphy at the table, ignoring even the needs of normal women like Arena.    

    

After practicing hard like this for three to five years, one day when Qin Yuguan took his wives to Lao Hu's home as guests, he was like a young man who had been looking forward to the sweet dew.    

    

In less than half a minute, with Yan Tai, which was said to have been used by Wang Xizhi, as well as the Wolf Bristles produced by Yan Zhenqing's descendants, on the Luoyang paper that Xue Tao had praised, he wrote the words "High Mountains and Water."    

    

Then, he looked pitifully at Lao Qin, just like how a small Jingba looked forward to its master feeding it a bone.    

    

He hoped that Lao Qin would be willing to fall for his calligraphy.    

    

It was said that Lao Qin had his left leg bent, his right leg stomped, his left hand was like a thing out of a bag, his right hand was like a baby holding that pair of words. He carefully examined them for a good five minutes, then closed his eyes and smacked his lips, as if he was an alcoholic tasting ten years' worth of good wine.    

    

If it wasn't for Arena and the others pulling him, Lao Hu and the other two probably would have broken out into a rage.    

    

The cruel blow from Lao Qin did not make Lao Hu feel disheartened.    

    

He firmly believed that Lao Qin was blind.    

    

Or it could be because he was jealous of him and could write something that was comparable to Wang Zhijun's calligraphy. It seemed like Lao Qin was extremely useless and that was why he purposely said those words without any conscience.    

    

After being thwarted, Lao Hu actually liked to practice more and more.    

    

He was so infatuated that he could eat, sleep, drink, or even lose women.    

    

Lao Hu worked so hard so that one day, he would ruthlessly smash Lao Qin's face with the words that seemed to have been sold for a sky-high price in an auction and then tear it to shreds.    

    

He knew that other than Lao Qin's love for beauties, he also loved money.    

    

Some people even saw Lao Qin crying while he was drunk and pointing at his beautiful wives, saying that he was losing money to sell Beautiful Young Woman for only twenty thousand yuan each. If anyone bought all of them at once, they could even get a twenty percent discount.    

    

How poor must one be, or how much one loves money, to say such heartless things?    

    

Lao Hu couldn't be bothered to care about it.    

    

He just needed to know that Lao Qin loved money.    

    

Tearing off the words that were worth a huge amount of money in front of Lao Qin would definitely be worse than killing him, and Lao Hu would even have to vent his anger.    

    

It was because of this great goal that Lao Hu kept practicing his calligraphy every day when he was "accompanying" Helan Xiaoxin.    

    

Every time before he practiced calligraphy, Lao Hu had to bathe and change clothes. After standing in front of the desk for a long time with his eyes closed, he would open his eyes and grab a brush with his right hand that was probably more suitable for killing.    

    

These days, he had written thousands of works.    

    

"This piece of work has an extraordinary elegance."    

    

This was the work Lao Hu was the most proud of. When he showed it to the little sister, he purposely concealed the identity of the author, hoping that she would read the work carefully before he spoke his mind.    

    

Of course, Lao Hu was secretly delighted.    

    

Lao Hu, who instantly felt that Helan Xiaoxin was ten thousand times cuter, didn't wait for her to cough and named him as the author of the word. She then spoke, "To be frank, the person who wrote this word must be a fool. He didn't know what calligraphy was. I think his head was full of shit when he wrote it. Only in this way could it be that the words he wrote were not written by human beings. It's purely a — ahem, Second Uncle, does your family have an iron? My clothes are a bit wrinkled and need to be ironed. "    

    

Helan Xiaoxin came from a prestigious family and had been educated by the nobles since she was young. She could be said to be skilled in all kinds of calligraphy and calligraphy.    

    

Back when she was in middle school, she copied "Ordering Orders of the Orders of the Orders" and won the special prize for the National Youth Calligraphy Competition.    

    

If she hadn't been so determined to help Holan Fusu, she would have had to follow a scheming route and focus on writing. She probably would have become an important figure in the Calligraphy Association by now.    

    

Therefore, when she came to evaluate someone's calligraphy work, her comments, even if they were not authoritative, were absolutely accurate and accurate.    

    

However, she didn't expect that the calligraphy piece that she scolded to the point that it was even worse than a dog's blood was the result of several years of hard work for Hu Mietang.    

    

It was only when she noticed that Lao Hu's eyes were shining brightly as if he was a tiger that was going to choose its prey, did she immediately realize that she had scolded the wrong person —    

    

Only then did he find an excuse and escape before Lao Hu got angry.    

    

It was from then on that Lao Hu no longer asked Helan Xiaoxin to judge him.    

    

She felt that she was the same as Lao Qin, a person who was blind and blind. If she were to see it, she would only receive a blow of jealousy.    

    

Lao Hu was not a slut. If he was sick, he would find someone to abuse.    

    

But without a doubt, after being criticized by Helan Xiaoxin, Lao Hu faintly understood that he might really not be a calligrapher's material anymore.    

    

As for the hobby of practicing calligraphy, it had also declined by leaps and bounds.    

    

However, when he was free, he would stand in front of his desk and hum an unknown melody while writing a few words.    

    

Before he wrote, of course, he would not bathe and change his clothes, or wash his hands and burn incense.    

    

Even if they had just squatted down to the toilet and didn't wash their hands, they would grab the calligraphy brush and dip it in ink.    

    

After he finished writing, he held it up with both hands and praised the calligraphy. Then, he put the calligraphy piece aside.    

    

The day before yesterday, when it rained at noon, there were some cracks in the window. Lao Hu even took his Mo Bao and mounted it on the window.    

    

Needless to say, each unit cost thirty pieces of fine paper, and their waterproof ability was quite good.    

    

It was just some good waterproof Xuan paper. To Lao Hu, who was worth billions, it was nothing.    

    

Therefore, when Lao Hu decided to evacuate the Great Wall tonight and return to the city, he didn't pay attention to those works at all.    

    

He didn't expect Helan Xiaoxin to be coming downstairs so soon, but she ran back to get another pair.    

    

Lao Hu became a bit embarrassed and angry. He snorted coldly, "Hmph, are you trying to take it back to the city or even put it in the book show to make those blind, ordinary people scold us?"    

    

Indistinctly feeling that his work might be really difficult to achieve, Lao Hu obviously didn't want to show off and let more people laugh at him.    

    

Especially when he thought of every work, and also left his treasured imprint -- the stage name nostalgic master.    

    

With just this stage name alone, he would probably be scolded half to death.    

    

"Second Uncle, what do you think?"    

    

Helan Xiaoxin's face was serious as she held the calligraphy and painting with her left hand and placed her right hand on her chest, "Please believe that I am speaking with a clear conscience. Those works you wrote before were indeed trash — Second Uncle, you are an elder. At the very least, you have to have the grace of listening to what this junior has to say. "    

    

"You, tell me. "Go on."    

    

This sentence was squeezed out between his teeth by Lao Hu, whose face was ashen.    

    

After making sure that Lao Hu would not go crazy, Helan Xiaoxin then bravely continued, "But this work of art already has the unique grace of a calligraphy master of this world. Second Uncle, congratulations, you have finally used your perseverance to open the door to the arts. "    

    

"What?" Hehe. Helan Xiaoxin, do you think that there's something wrong with Second Uncle here? "    

    

As Hu Mietang said this, he raised his hand to tap his head and said, "That's why you came to try to trick me. You only came to please me and did your best to protect you."    

    

Helan Xiaoxin fell to her knees with a thump.    

    

It scared Lao Hu and he quickly retreated. Just as he was about to say something, she raised her right hand and swore to Yue, "If I, Helan Xiaoxin, am deliberately deceiving Second Uncle, then let my whole body rot and die."