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Chapter 43 Grandmaster four-piece suit

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    "Congratulations to the host for obtaining the four-piece set of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting [Grand Master]."

    The sound of the system sounded in his ears, and Lin Cheng showed a look of excitement on his face.

    He didn't expect his luck to be so good, and he won the most expensive one of the nine prizes in one fell swoop.

    The four-piece set of piano, chess, calligraphy, calligraphy and painting [Grand Master], as the name suggests, is to obtain the four master-level skills of piano, chess, calligraphy, calligraphy and painting. Compared with those real estate and single skills, this skill seems to be much more valuable.

    Considering that I just triggered the skill today, and now I have drawn such a valuable master-level skill, it seems that my luck today is really good, Lin Cheng secretly thought.

    At this moment, a stream of information suddenly rushed into Lin Cheng's brain, and suddenly, he felt a burst of swelling in his brain.

    But what surprised him was that he didn't know if it was because of his improved endurance. Although he felt his brain was a little swollen this time, he didn't have the heart-piercing pain when he received the mastery of human language before!

    The entire process of transmitting information flow lasted about three minutes.

    After the information transmission was completed, Lin Cheng controlled his mind to explore the information flow in his mind.

    Boom!

    At the moment when the idea and the information flow came into contact, the information flow exploded directly.

    Lin Cheng only felt that a lot of knowledge related to piano, chess, calligraphy and painting had been loaded into his mind all of a sudden. In addition to this knowledge, there were also countless fragments similar to images in his mind.  Fragments, but in Lin Cheng's view, this is more like a memory.

    In these memory fragments, some people are playing chess, some are playing the piano, some are painting, and of course, some are splashing ink.

    Along with the disappearance of these memory fragments, his experience in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting has also improved rapidly, and at the same time he has a deeper understanding of the four friends of literati that ancient people often say.

    At the beginning, these memory fragments flashed rapidly in Lin Cheng's mind, and it can even be said that hundreds or even thousands of fragments were absorbed by him in a second.

    However, with the passage of time, the content recorded in these fragments has become more and more profound, and the absorption speed of the forest farm has become slower.

    When Lin Cheng finished absorbing the last memory fragment, a flash of amazement flashed in his eyes.

    He now finally understands what kind of state a master is.

    That is a realm where skills can reach Tao, and art can reach gods. It can only be expressed, but cannot be conveyed in words.

    When you reach the realm of a master, you can already put your own spirit on the work, so that the audience can resonate with it.

    Throughout the ages, the number of people who can reach the realm of masters in the four aspects of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting is probably not more than twenty.

    If someone observes Lin Cheng at this time, he will definitely find that his temperament has undergone some kind of transformation unconsciously.

    It is a kind of free and easy and heroic, full of poetic and literary spirit, which makes people feel close to each other.

    Finally, Lin Cheng opened his eyes. At that moment, countless emotions seemed to flash in his eyes, the most obvious of which was the vicissitudes of life.

    He raised his hand and looked at the time on his watch. It was just six minutes since he received the memory.

    This time is not long, but after experiencing countless fragments of memory, he feels as if he has passed away.

    He even felt that he had experienced the lives of countless people at once.

    Fortunately, these are just memory fragments, otherwise, Lin Cheng can't guarantee whether he will be insane.

    After integrating the information flow in his mind, Lin Cheng felt that the fragments in his memory had completely integrated into himself. Now he is a master, a master of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

    "Meituan Food Delivery has automatically accepted an order, and you have a new takeaway order."

    Lin Cheng had just eaten, when a voice rang from the phone.

    Hearing this voice, he drank a glass of water in a hurry, and then he was about to check out and deliver the takeaway order.

    When checking out, Lin Cheng took the time to look at the mobile phone order information.

    This is an order from Aoxiang Internet Cafe.

    Lin Cheng frowned slightly. The Aoxiang Internet Cafe is located in a village in the city. The road there is not very easy to walk, and the road is bumpy all the way. It is easy to get the soup out of the meal, which is typical of hard work.

    Just when he was considering whether to reject the order, suddenly, he saw what the customer ordered, which was a fried dumpling.

    In an instant, Lin Cheng changed his mind.

    There is no soup in this thing, even if there are some bumps on the road, it is not a big problem.

    ??What's more, this order is not too far away. If everything goes well, it will be over in ten minutes.

    Five minutes later, Lin Cheng had already arrived at the restaurant where he ordered food.

    "Little brother, I'm really sorry. There are quite a lot of guests today, so you may have to wait a little longer." A somewhat chubby waiter said to Lin Cheng embarrassedly.

    Lin Cheng also saw that the restaurant was full of customers, so he could only say helplessly: "Well, I'll wait, but hurry up as soon as possible, my customers are waiting!"

    The fat waiter said with a smile: "Your pot has already been baked. It will take ten minutes at most. Make sure it's ready."

    Hearing this, Lin Cheng nodded.

    The environment in the restaurant was too noisy. Lin Cheng didn't like the environment inside, so he turned around and walked out of the restaurant.

    Just when Lin Cheng was bored waiting for food outside the restaurant, he suddenly let out a surprise, and looked at a farmhouse across the road.

    No, the one who prepared said that he was looking at the fence outside the farmhouse.

    The surface of that wall was very smooth, probably treated with cement, and the wall was also painted white.

    Of course, there is nothing unusual about such a wall in Jiangcheng, if it is not 8,000 or 10,000.

    What really interested Lin Cheng was the ink placed under the wall and the brush that was about the thickness of a child's calf.

    If it was in the past, Lin Cheng probably would not even have read these things.

    But after becoming a master of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, Lin Cheng has an inexplicable love for these things, and this love seems to be innate.

    Seeing the pen and ink under the wall, out of curiosity, Lin Cheng crossed the road and walked over.

    At this time, outside the gate of the farmhouse, there was a waiter who seemed to be in his twenties pouring water.

    Lin Cheng hurried over and asked, "Brother, the exterior wall of your farmhouse is quite interesting, and you put ink and brushes there, what are you doing?"

    The waiter shrugged his shoulders and said: "Who knows what our boss thinks, he really insists on painting this wall with white paint, and even said to build a cultural calligraphy wall."

    "Then which calligraphers did you hire?" Lin Cheng asked again.

    The waiter sneered and said: "What calligrapher, our boss said that anyone can write as long as the handwriting is not ugly."

    "Then I can write too." Lin Cheng asked with a smile.

    Looking at the ink and brushes at the base of the wall, Lin Cheng felt that his hands were itchy.

    "The pen and ink are all there. If you want to write, you can do it yourself." The waiter said with a smile.

    "Thank you." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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