The painter looks like a bad old man, but in fact he is an expert in the world of games.
How tall he is? None of the masters in Wulin Gaiden can compare with him. I'm afraid it's Feng Qingyang and Dongfang Bubai in Xiaoao Jianghu World. It's hard to say who is higher than him. At least he's five or six floors up.
high.
"How embarrassing if you want to invite me to dinner, why don't I paint a picture for you too!" The painter said with a silly smile, still looking like a demented old man.
Wang Xu ignored everyone's stupid expressions, helped the painter to the table, and said with a smile: "Okay, but I have a request for the painting. I won't tell you what to paint. You see what I'm missing, and you can help me."
Draw it, can this be done?"
"No problem, no problem, let's eat first." The painter drooled greedily and urged: "Stop looking at it, let's greet you with good wine and good food."
Sixi meatballs, stir-fried kidneys, fat sausages, oily pork, Dongpo elbows, whatever vegetables are greasy are served.
Wang Xu casually took a few bites and then took charge of pouring wine for the painter, exactly like a public relations manager accompanying a client.
After watching it for a while, Bai Zhantang saw something was wrong. He knew that Wang Xu's martial arts was considered good among first-class masters.
Such a person would be nice to an old painter for no reason. Bai Zhantang would not believe it even to death, thinking that there must be something fishy in it.
"Shopkeeper, I have a hunch that I might have made a mistake today. This old painter is not simple!" Lao Bai found Tong Xiangyu and said thoughtfully.
Tong Xiangyu looked puzzled, looked at the painter who was eating and drinking, and asked: "What do you mean?"
"This painter, maybe he is a senior expert. If that is the case, even my eyesight can be deceived, then he is not an ordinary master." Bai Zhantang is a thief, his eyesight is definitely top-notch in the world, he can see
There is no such thing as a simple character.
Hearing the muttering behind him, Wang Xu glanced at the painter's reaction.
The painter was still the same painter, holding a plate and eating and drinking as if he hadn't eaten in years.
Realizing that Wang Xu was looking at him, the painter raised his head slightly and said with a silly smile: "Why don't you eat? You're welcome. Let's eat together!"
Wang Xu glanced at the dining table. Seven or eight dishes had already been left on the bottom of the plate, and they were all eating together.
Seeing that Wang Xu had no reaction, the old painter took the fish soup, held it in his arms and drank it all in a few sips. He said with satisfaction: "Since I don't want to eat, then I have to work. I'll deal with their problems first."
Solve it, and then solve your problem. Whether your request is high or low, the old man has to think carefully."
The painter was full of wine and food. He stood up unsteadily and said to Bai Zhantang: "After eating, the pen and ink are waiting for you. It's time to draw the sword manual for you."
Bai Zhantang winked at Tong Xiangyu, went up with the pen and ink, and placed it respectfully in front of the painter.
The painter picked up the pen and dabbed some ink, and then started drawing on the white paper.
In ten minutes, the painter drew thirty-six pictures, all of which were done in one go. They showed two villains fighting swords.
Bai Zhantang stood behind and took a look, his expression changed instantly, and he whispered: "What a brilliant sword move!"
Lao Bai is not an expert with swords, but his childhood friend and companion Ji Wuming is a swordsman. Lao Bai watches Ji Wuming practice swordsmanship all day long, and he can still tell the quality of his swordsmanship.
Hearing Lao Bai's exclamation, Ji Wuming ran up from the backyard and found Lao Bai looking at something. He also tiptoed up.
Upon seeing it, Ji Wuming's eyes narrowed, and he subconsciously said: "Hengshan Sword Technique, the ever-changing Hengshan Cloud and Mist Thirteen Styles!"
"What, this is Hengshan Sword Technique?" Lao Bai was surprised when he heard the sound and asked: "Xiao Ji, are you sure?"
"My mind is so messed up. I can't think of anything. I get a headache just thinking about it." Ji Wuming held his head with a look of pain on his face. The more he recalled it, the more familiar these sword techniques became. However, after a flash of inspiration, he couldn't think of anything.
stand up.
Bai Zhantang helped Ji Wuming sit down, holding a stack of sword manuals in his hand, and asked the painter: "Old man, how come you know the Hengshan sword technique?"
"It's simple, I just thought of it myself!"
The painter happily scraped the oil on the plate with his hand, licked his fingers one by one, and said without raising his head: "When I was a child, I loved listening to storytelling. I was so happy when I heard the heroes competing in martial arts.
Whenever I feel happy, I like to draw some pictures. When I was eight years old, a bun shop owner named Mo gave me two Roujiamo buns in exchange for some paintings. Oh, those two Roujiamo buns.
It smells so good!”
"Old man, is that bun seller in his twenties? His name is Mo Taichong?" Tong Xiangyu interrupted, nervously paying attention to the painter's reaction.
The painter shook his head slightly and said no. Tong Xiangyu breathed a sigh of relief and smiled with Lao Bai: "The founder of the Hengshan Sect is Mo Taichong. I have read the classics of the Hengshan Sect. Before he was twenty-two years old, Patriarch Mo sold steamed buns at home.
It was not until I accidentally obtained a set of swordsmanship that the Hengshan Sect was founded. It has been one hundred and twenty years since then."
"No, Mo Taichong is a pseudonym, not his real name." The painter took over the topic and said: "The boss who sells buns is named Mo Laoer. Mo Taichong thought his name was not nice, so he changed it later. He didn't call him Mo Taichong at first.
This, on the other hand, is the Hengshan sect. He was indeed the one who started it, and I heard it is still there now!"
snap
Tong Xiangyu leaned back, fell into Lao Bai's arms, and hummed: "My mother, is this not true?"
"Old man, it's been 120 years since Mo Taichong established the Hengshan Sect. Did you remember it wrong?" Lao Bai couldn't believe it, thinking that if this was true, it would be great fun.
You must know that the disciples of the Hengshan Sect are now in their sixth generation. The leader, Mr. Mo Da, is the grandson of Mo Taichong, who is eighty-five this year.
If the painter were the founder of Hengshan Sword Art, wouldn't he have to be one hundred thirty or forty years old, the same generation as Mr. Mo Da's grandfather?
"I remember correctly, after Mo Laoer exchanged sword manuals with me, he went out to eliminate violence. I heard that he killed four gangsters and got a good reward. Later, he stopped selling steamed buns and bought them outside.
On the top of a hill, a whole family of young and old took over, and his son was given the title of Young Master, becoming the second head of the Hengshan Sect!" When the painter said this, although Bai Zhantang found it difficult to believe it, he couldn't think of any other ideas.
Reason for rebuttal.
It was a hundred years ago that Mo Taichong established the Hengshan Sect. Who still knows about it now?
Bai Zhantang wiped his cold sweat, looked at the sword manual in his hand, and whispered: "Shopkeeper, do we still want this sword manual? If this matter gets out today, the world will be in chaos."
"No, no, this is such a big thing, let's just pretend it never happened." Tong Xiangyu quickly stood up, handed the sword manual to the painter, and said: "Old man, you should learn the sword manual by yourself, we will be in peace.
We are used to it, old man, please don't drag us into the world."
"Which acupoints are there? Can you draw acupuncture points? I can draw sword charts, sword charts, boxing charts, Qinggong, internal skills, and acupuncture points. I have painted them all."
The painter patted his stomach, tilted his head and recalled for a while, then said after a while: "I remember when I was drawing the acupuncture diagram, I gave it a nice name, Sunflower Acupoint Hand. Yes, that's the name, it seems.
Later it became a sect, and when I passed by the mountain gate last time, a group of gangsters were still practicing there!"
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When Lao Bai heard this, his legs went weak and he almost fell to the ground. His eyes were full of shock.
The Sunflower School was founded not long ago, only a short period of more than 80 years. The founder of the sect has records that the secret book of Sunflower Acupuncture was picked up by himself.
At this moment, thinking of the painter's statement, Lao Bai was skeptical, thinking that his sunflower acupuncture technique could not really come from this painter.
"What, you don't believe it? It's simple, a drawing of five pennies a picture and a diagram of sunflower acupuncture hands. There are twenty-eight pictures in total. How many do you want?" The painter raised his head slightly, with a faint hint of amusement under his demented expression.