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The old man looked at Liu Hang who was greeting him suspiciously, he looked like an ordinary old man.

"Mei Di is very beautiful, Mei Di is very good!" Tong Xiangyu came downstairs with a smile, saw the old man, and asked kindly: "Old man, Gui Geng?"

The old man shook his head, waved his hands and said, "It's not expensive, five cents a piece, just paint and don't care about mounting, no haggling!"

Lao Bai explained in a low voice: "I'm getting old, and I'm a little deaf, but I'm sure there's no problem with painting."

He approached the old man and shouted: "She is asking you, how old are you this year?"

The old man shook his head: "I can only draw, not count."

Tong Xiangyu said: "Then let's paint first! Let's paint!"

"I can't draw!" The old man shook his head, "There is no food in my stomach."

"Old man, what do you want to eat?"

The old man asked: "Is there that one, the oily meat that hasn't gone oily?"

Lao Bai said: "The oily meat without oil? No wonder the old man is so fat. You are not afraid of indigestion when you eat such greasy food?"

"You can warm it up when it's cold? I'm not picky about food." The old man showed his deafness to the extreme.

When Bai Zhantang went to the back kitchen to keep Li Dazui busy, Liu Hang came to the old man Huahua.

He was sure that this old man... had no internal strength!

Is it because his martial arts are too high, so high that he can't even feel it, and he has reached the realm of returning to nature, or is it because he doesn't know martial arts at all?

Noticing Liu Hang looking at him, the old man turned his head and asked, "Why, you want to draw too?"

Huahua old man showed a state of playing in the world, but Liu Hang did not contact him without authorization.

Seeing him questioning himself, Liu Hang asked, "Can you draw what I want?"

"Sword manual, sword manual, boxing method, palm method, leg method, acupuncture point, light work, internal strength, you can draw. When I was a child, I used the picture I drew, and replaced two meat clips! What a taste! Tsk! "

As he spoke, the old man Huahua had a look of reminiscence on his face.

"Are the ones you drew usable?" Liu Hang asked.

The old man glared: "Why can't it be used? Aren't people come up with all the tricks? I thought of this, elegant! Chic!"

He paused: "I'm a fat man, okay?"

After eating, the old man went upstairs to paint.

The old man wanted to paint alone, so Tong Xiangyu and Bai Zhantang went downstairs to wait.

"Old Bai!" Liu Hang waved to Bai Zhantang.

Lao Bai asked, "What's the matter, what's the matter?"

"You are good at lightness, help me to buy a jar of good wine." Liu Hang threw out 50 taels of silver.

Lao Bai said: "Okay, I'll go after a short rest, I've been running all day today."

"Oh!" Tong Xiangyu pushed him: "Hurry up, remember the shop counter, no private tips are allowed!"

"My, the young master's body is a waste of life." Bai Zhantang took the money and left quickly.

"The painting is finished, let's take a look!" There was a shout from upstairs.

Tong Xiangyu went upstairs, and Liu Hang followed suit.

The old man was drinking and humming leisurely.

Liu Hang took a look at the drawing and handed it to Tong Xiangyu immediately.

Tong Xiangyu glanced at Liu Hang in embarrassment, and covered his face: "Oh, old man, who asked you to draw erotic pictures!"

The old man asked: "It's not a erotic picture? Then what do you want to draw?"

Tong Xiangyu said: "Swordsmanship is two villains competing with swords."

"Okay, okay, I understand."

The old man waved his hand: "You all go out, I can't draw here."

"Okay then, let's go out first, you can draw slowly!"

Tong Xiangyu and Liu Hang stood outside the door together, and looked at Liu Hang very shyly.

Liu Hang also felt embarrassed when he had the experience of watching erotic pictures together.

Go downstairs to the lobby and sit down, Bai Zhantang came back after a while, carrying a jug of good wine.

"Okay, I bought the wine for you. Let me tell you, Xiao Liu, are you so addicted to alcohol at a young age?" Bai Zhantang was panting tiredly: "Drinking too much wine will hurt your health."

Tong Xiangyu walked up to him and held out his hand.

Lao Bai asked, "What are you doing?"

"Bring it quickly! Have you forgotten, this shop does not allow private tipping!"

"cut!"

Laobai reluctantly took out the remaining dozen taels and handed them over to Tong Xiangyu.

In the evening, the old man finally finished painting again.

He was sitting at the table in the lobby drinking wine, while Bai Zhantang and Tong Xiangyu were flipping through sword manuals.

Lao Bai said: "This sword technique looks like that! Come on, Xiao Liu, take a look!"

Liu Hang took the sword manual, and after looking at it for a few times, he looked at the old man: "Hengshan Sword Art?"

Lao Bai smiled: "How is this possible, Hengshan swordsmanship?"

Coincidentally, Mo Xiaobei, who came back from school, saw the sword manual in Liu Hang's hand, and leaned over: "This, this seems to be the Hengshan sword technique! This move is Pingsha Luoyan!"

The old man drank his wine, shook his head and said: "When I was young, I liked listening to books the most. When I was happy, I liked to draw a few strokes. When I was eight years old, I still took the picture and followed a bun seller. Yes, I changed two Roujiamos."

Tong Xiangyu asked: "Old man, isn't that steamed bun seller called Mo Taichong?"

After all, she often talked about Mo Taichong's fortune.

"No!" The old man shook his head.

Tong Xiangyu and Bai Zhantang also breathed a sigh of relief.

But the old man said again: "His name is Mo Taichong (four times), he has a very violent temper, so everyone calls him, Mo Taichong, Mo Taichong, after a long time, no one knows what his real name is .”

"This, this is impossible!" Mo Xiaobei said: "My great-grandfather has excellent swordsmanship and has killed [-] bandits!"

"Yes, he killed bandits." The old man nodded: "Eight! At that time, the government gave him eight taels of silver. Later, he used the money to buy a mountain and set up a faction. This faction...is still there today. !"

"Boom!" Everyone was astonished.

Tong Xiangyu was not stupid either, and immediately understood that the person in front of him was a martial arts expert.

She has been trying her best to avoid getting involved with Jiang Hu, and now she must be desperately hiding.

She said: "Old man, I don't want this sword manual anymore, you can take it back and learn it yourself."

"Acupoint acupuncture? I painted it!" The old man nodded: "I even gave it a nice name, Sunflower Acupuncture Hand. I heard that there are still a group of punks practicing there."

Bai Zhantang didn't think about it, he crashed into his own house while watching a play, and just like Mo Xiaobei, he froze in place.

"Five cents a piece." The old man looked at Liu Hang: "Don't you want to paint? What kind of martial arts do you want?"

"Martial arts? No." Liu Hang said, "I want to learn painting from you!"

I didn't watch the Spring Festival Gala last night, I will watch it today

Chapter 131 Learning to Draw

Tongfu Inn,

Li Dazui carried a big book basket, and ran back happily: "Master, Master, I bought rice paper for you! The Four Treasures of the Study, I am a scholar who asks, and these are the best in Qixia Town. Paper costs four pennies!"

"Siwen?" Tong Xiangyu opened his mouth wide.

"Then what, Sanwen..."

Li Dazui said: "Master, I didn't really want to get the money, I just forgot, forgot!"

Liu Hang went upstairs with the book basket in his left hand and the wine bought by Lao Bai in his right.

"Da Zui, you really can't support the wall!" Lao Bai hated iron and steel: "Xiao Liu asked you to do this because you have performed well in the past two days and want to take you as an apprentice. You are good! Go ahead and pay that little money! If you die someday, you will be greedy for death!"

"What are you talking about, Lao Bai, I..." Li Dazui said stiffly, "I'm not ignorant."

Everyone cast contemptuous glances.

Li Dazui was a little embarrassed, and he asked: "You say, my master's martial arts is so high that he is almost invincible in the world. Why do he still need to learn to paint? Isn't it good to be a hero? Every day he steals from the rich and helps the poor, what do you want to do?" of.

Even if you don't want to float in the rivers and lakes, it's good to be the leader, leader or something, isn't it?Does he want to make a living by selling paintings in the future? "

"No, no!" Lu Xiucai shook his head, "Big mouth, people have to keep learning and enriching themselves, how can they be satisfied? Hero Liu is constantly improving himself. Sure enough, this is a hero! .”

"What the hell, what are you two talking nonsense about?" Lao Bai said, "That old gentleman's martial arts is probably even better than Xiao Liu's. It seems that Xiao Liu wants to learn painting, but in fact Xiao Liu is asking him for martial arts!"

Looking back, Bai Zhantang was still afraid for a while, he created the Hengshan swordsmanship, sunflower acupuncture, how many martial arts in the world were created by him.

And such a patriarch-level figure is in his own inn.

Thinking of this, Lao Bai's calves couldn't help but feel weak.

This kind of martial arts is secretive, if you know it, it is better not to know it.

Li Dazui asked: "Really?"

"If you don't believe me, look, the shopkeeper and Xiao Bei both understand."

Li Dazui turned his head and saw Tong Xiangyu and Mo Xiaobei nodding.

"Other readers understand it, but you don't."

"is it?"

……

upstairs room,

The old man poured a jug of wine, took a sip, and said, "Tsk, you want to learn how to draw. It's easy. Let me draw a picture first."

Liu Hang asked: "Mr., do you have any subject matter?"

The old man said: "You can draw whatever comes to your mind!"

"it is good!"

Liu Hang spread out the rice paper and picked up the brush. After all, he has lived in this era for more than a year, and he knows some basic common sense of life.

When he picked up the pen, Liu Hang found it difficult.

One is that he can't draw, and the other is that he doesn't know what to draw.

The old man didn't speak, just drank by himself and looked at Liu Hang with a smile.

until dark,

Someone knocked on the door.

Lao Bai opened the door, stuck his head in and said, "It's me, old man, Xiao Liu, how is your painting study? It's time for dinner, come down and have something to eat?"

"Drawn!" Liu Hang picked up the pen and let out a heavy breath.

"Well, good understanding." The old man nodded: "It's a material for painting."

Lao Bai walked in immediately and asked curiously, "Hey, the painting is finished? Let me take a look at the painting."

There are only streaks of pen marks on the white rice paper, which is messy.

"This... what is this?"

Lao Bai picked up the rice paper, looked at the messy rice paper that was almost black, and was puzzled.

The old man finally put down the jug and said, "Look carefully."

"Look carefully?" Lao Bai stared at the pen marks carefully, and suddenly he saw a pen mark in the lower left corner, he was startled, and suddenly let go of his hand.

Lao Bai exclaimed in shock: "Sword Qi!"