Guo Wenyuan celebrated his birthday, and although he did not make a big fuss, there were still many people coming.

Not to mention outsiders, just some of Guo Wenyuan’s students, leaders of Jiang Intermediate People’s Court, and some of the relatives and friends of the Guo family gathered four tables.

Fang Han got up in the morning and ate breakfast and took the three words written by Li Qingqun yesterday to Guo Wenyuan's residence.

I didn’t buy a gift for Guo Wenyuan yesterday, and there were only three words by Li Qingqun. Although there were only three words, these three words were Li Qingqun’s last words. I think Guo Wenyuan would like it.

"Brother Fang Han."

As soon as Fang Han entered the door, Guo Wenyuan's great-granddaughter and Guo Mingqiang's granddaughter Sun Mengmeng happily rushed into Fang Han's arms.

The little girl was very sticky in Fang Han, so she had no choice but to pick her up and walked inside.

Many people have come to the house now, most of which are relatives of the Guo family and several students of Guo Wenyuan, but Fang Han doesn't know each other.

Guo Mengmeng is already Guo Wenyuan's great-grandson. The little girl is eleven or twelve years old this year, let alone others. Guo Wenyuan is now a real five generations living together.

Guo Mingqiang is the eldest son, and Guo Mingqiang has a younger brother and a younger sister. Even Guo Wenyuan’s grandson is older than Fang Han.

The climate is good today. After the sun comes out, the yard is not cold. A group of people are decorating the yard.

Guo Wenyuan wore a brand new cotton jacket today and his hair was meticulously taken care of. He was drinking tea and chatting with a few people. Those who were next to Guo Wenyuan were considered relatively older. They belonged to Guo Mingqiang's generation or Guo Wenyuan's students, and those who were busy were all juniors.

Yang Lincheng, who had met Fang Han, was sitting next to Guo Wenyuan now, and there was Guo Mingqiang, and Fang Han didn't know the others.

At this moment, a group of people were chatting, but they didn't notice Fang Han approaching with Guo Mengmeng in his arms.

After Fang Han walked in, he heard the chat content of several people, and it turned out to be Li Qingqun.

"I heard that Mr. Li Qingqun passed away last night."

Guo Mingqiang was a little surprised: "Mr. Li has passed away? He is only 75 years old this year. I heard that he has always been in good health, so why is it so sudden?"

"I don't know very well. I heard someone say that Mr. Li died in Yupinxuan. He was having a party with a group of old friends at that time. Mr. Li was in good spirits at that time and wrote a few words."

The person who spoke was also in his sixties, and Fang Han had never seen him before.

"Hey, life is impermanent." Guo Wenyuan couldn't help but sigh.

Obviously, the death of Li Qingqun was only heard from others and did not know the specific situation. They just lamented that Li Qingqun, a calligraphy master, passed away.

As several people were talking, Guo Mingqiang saw Fang Han holding Guo Mengmeng, his face darkened, and he scolded: "Come down, what a girl, I'm still pestering you Brother Fang Han."

Fang Han muttered in his heart, is it obvious that it is Grandpa Fang Han? His generation should be considered an equal to Guo Mingqiang. In this way, Guo Mengmeng should call him Grandpa Fang Han.

Yang Lincheng also saw Fang Han and smiled and said, "Is the younger brother here?"

After Yang Lincheng said this, the people around him looked at Fang Han in unison. These were all Guo Wenyuan's students. He had heard that the teacher had accepted a closed disciple, but he had never seen him before.

"Is this junior brother?"

Fang Han put down Guo Mengmeng and smiled and said, "Hello, teacher, hello, senior brothers."

"Haha, okay, okay, I've heard of my junior brother's name for a long time, and I finally saw the real person today."

"You are polite, senior brothers." Fang Han hurriedly smiled.

Yang Lincheng smiled and introduced to Fang Han. The oldest among the people was Guo Wenyuan's eldest apprentice Ye Xiangyun. Ye Xiangyun is over 70 years old this year, only five or six years younger than Guo Wenyuan. In summary, he is about the same age as Li Qingqun who died yesterday.

Fang Han knew Ye Xiangyun's name. This old man Ye is not simple. He is a famous Xinglin master in Qin Province. But Fang Han didn't know that Ye Xiangyun was actually Guo Wenyuan's student.

Ye Xiangyun came down to a sixty year old man named Zhuo Zhixiang. Zhuo Zhixiang is a native of Jiangzhou Province, the director of the Chinese Medicine Hospital of Jiangzhou Medical University, and the school leader of Lin Guangliang and others.

The one who just talked about Li Qingqun's death was this President Zhuo Zhixiang.

"Hello, senior brothers." Fang Han greeted him again.

"You are polite, junior brother."

As he spoke, Rainie Yang saw the calligraphy and paintings stuck in Fang Han's armpits and smiled and said, "Is this a gift for the teacher?"

"That's right." Fang Han nodded. When he came, he brought the three words written by Li Qingqun last night. He didn't bring anything else. Li Qingqun's words were stuck in his armpits. Unexpectedly, Yang Lincheng had sharp eyes.

"I've come here as soon as I come, what other gifts will I bring?" Guo Wenyuan interrupted.

"My junior brother, don't mind letting us all open our eyes first." Zhuo Zhixiang said with a smile.

"That's right, let's take a look first and see what good things the junior brother brought to the teacher." Yang Lincheng and others also said with a smile.

Fang Han had no choice but to hand over the calligraphy and paintings.

The calligraphy and paintings were rolled into a uniform and put in a condom. They were wrapped by Miao Zhongchen at that time. Yang Lincheng reached out to take them, looked at them, and smiled and said, "It seems that the gift I brought by my junior brother is not simple."

"Quick, open it and let everyone see." Someone urged next to him.

Yang Lincheng took off the sleeve outside and before he could open the calligraphy and painting, he said, "This is the best rice paper."

Zhuo Zhixiang snatched it over and slowly unfolded it. While unfolding it, he touched the paper of calligraphy and paintings and said, "This should be the rice paper of the Qing Dynasty. Is this the work of a famous writer in the Qing Dynasty?"

"This gift is not simple for junior brother."

If this calligraphy and painting were written in the Qing Dynasty, it would not be cheap.

"Huh!"

As the calligraphy and paintings slowly unfolded, Zhuo Zhixiang couldn't help but exclaim: "This ink mark has not been completely done yet. It should have been written only. This word is not simple either."

Several people hurried over to look.

"River!"

"river!"

"lake!"

As Zhuo Zhixiang slowly unfolded, the few people next to him also looked at the words above without blinking, but as the third word appeared, Zhuo Zhixiang completely opened the rice paper, and no one saw the last word.

"Why are there three words?"

Guo Wenyuan's face was originally very casual, but he just looked at it from a distance. As he looked, Guo Wenyuan's face was just one side and he hurriedly said, "Take it over and I'll take a look."

Zhuo Zhixiang and others did not dare to neglect, so they hurriedly brought the calligraphy and paintings to Guo Wenyuan. Guo Wenyuan stretched out his hand and said, "Glasses, where are my reading glasses?"

Guo Mingqiang hurriedly handed Guo Wenyuan's reading glasses to Guo Wenyuan. Guo Wenyuan put on his glasses and then looked at them carefully.

When Guo Wenyuan looked carefully, Ye Xiangyun, Zhuo Zhixiang and others also came to the side to watch.

"This word is amazing, it should be written by a famous artist."

"Yes, it's a pity that there is no signature or stamp afterwards, and I don't know which famous artist's work is it?"

"I only wrote the ink traces. Could it be that the junior brother wrote it himself?" Yang Lincheng looked at Fang Han. He had seen Fang Han's words, but Fang Han's words were very well written.

Guo Wenyuan looked carefully and then suddenly raised his head to look at Fang Han: "Xiao Fang, did you write this word?"

When the question was asked, Guo Wenyuan's voice was already trembling. He had already seen that the vitality and agility on these three words were constantly decreasing. If this word was really written by Fang Han...

Guo Wenyuan was a little afraid to continue thinking, Fang Han was only in his twenties this year, how could it be?

Before Fang Han could answer, Yang Lincheng next to him had already seen something wrong with Guo Wenyuan and asked hurriedly: "Teacher, is there any problem with this word?"

Guo Wenyuan looked at the three words in front of him and slowly said, "These three words are written very well. I don't know much about calligraphy. I can't say how good it is, but the anger of these three words has been sharply reduced. The anger on the third word is even more vague. If I read it correctly, the person who wrote this word will definitely not be long..."

"ah!"

Yang Lincheng was shocked and hurriedly looked at Fang Han. The word "this" could not be written by Fang Han, but it was not like Fang Han's complexion was entangled with the vitality of death.

"The teacher is indeed amazing." Fang Han couldn't help but praise Guo Wenyuan's eyesight. You must know that he could see the depth last night because of the master-level diagnosis skills he drew from the system.

But Guo Wenyuan was not in the system, but this diagnosis had reached the level of the master.

Guo Wenyuan looked at Fang Han and did not ask questions, but waited for Fang Han's following.

Fang Han continued: "The teacher read it well. The person who wrote a few words passed away yesterday."

"yesterday?"

Zhuo Zhixiang muttered softly, then his face changed and he said in surprise: "Are these three words written by Mr. Li Qingqun?"

"Senior Brother Zhuo has such a good eye, it was indeed written by Mr. Li." Fang Han nodded: "Mr. Li died less than an hour after he finished writing these three words yesterday."

"This is actually the final work of Mr. Li Qingqun and Mr. Li?"

Yang Lincheng and others were very surprised.

Just now, the few of them were still talking about Li Qingqun. I heard that Li Qingqun chatted with a group of old friends in Yupinxuan last night. He also wrote a few words due to his interest, but he was not very clear about the specific matter, but he never thought that Li Qingqun's final writing was actually in Fang Han's hands.

Zhuo Zhixiang looked at Fang Han in disbelief and said, "I heard that there was another medical expert in Yupinxuan last night. Just from the few words written by Li Qingqun, it was obvious that Li Qingqun's deadline was coming and his life was not long. I didn't believe it..."

Speaking of this, Zhuo Zhixiang looked at Guo Wenyuan again, and then continued to say word by word: "Now it seems that the medical master from Yupinxuan last night is the junior brother, right?"

The word "Wang" determines life and death. There are many rumors and stories in the Xinglin world. However, such things are like hanging silk to diagnose pulses. Most Chinese medicine practitioners do not believe it very much, and they only regard such rumors as a legend.

But just now, Guo Wenyuan really saw from a few words that the person who wrote the characters was not long after, and the facts also proved that this character was indeed Li Qingqun's final stroke.

Since the word "Wang" is not a true rumor, then the incident of Yupinxuan last night may be true.

But Zhuo Zhixiang couldn't believe that the medical master of Yupinxuan was really his junior brother?
Chapter completed!