A Panda's Martial Arts

Some attendants came over and cleaned up the drinks and food in front of the panda, and then spread the paper on the table in front of the panda——

At the special request of the panda, this piece of paper is quite large, obviously the type that is suitable for hanging on the wall.

"Since it's the second day after I return to the port city, and I'm meeting you at the military port again, I'll leave a painting for this port."

While talking, the panda picked up the quill just like that, without looking at the colorful paints, just dipped some black ink, and began to smear and paint on the paper.

The surrounding guests also stretched their necks, wanting to see what the young master was drawing——

Although they were quite critical of Bai Xiong's question just now, after all, bullying a mentally retarded and low-energy is a bit too much.

But right now, the young master is really drawing...they are really looking forward to what the young master can do.

You must know that in today's chaotic world, martial arts is the least scarce thing. This is not even to the extent that you are embarrassed to go out if you don't know how to fight, but you have no chance to survive if you don't know how to fight. Technology is a rare thing, no one will practice this when they are full.

This also directly led to the fact that the young master's painting has become a well-known entertainment item in the port city. At least if they have the opportunity to take a look, they will definitely not refuse.

And this anticipation is also fully seen by the corner of the panda's eyes.

That's right, the development of things was exactly as he imagined, and he knew it would be the result—yes, that's right, he didn't know painting, this was an objective reason, he never learned it from the beginning.

But these guests, do they know painting?

Deliberately requesting this kind of large paper like rice paper and a completely unsuitable quill pen is a silent temptation. If any of the guests present know how to paint, they will definitely have some doubts about this strange configuration——

But now what is shown in front of the pandas is all the kind of ignorance, which means that they, like him, know nothing about painting.

If everyone doesn't understand, then it's easy to handle. For laymen and laymen, let's see who is more able to deceive, at least with his words...

"Yo!"

Seeing the pool of smudged ink on the paper, the panda became numb on the spot.

"It's done! He's started to do it!"

A guest howled excitedly, it was a fat wild boar.

"He started! Already started..."

"Don't make any noise!"

The furious panda glared at the past fiercely, and the ferocious aura frightened the wild boar on the spot.

The eyes of the guests were still full of anticipation, and even the aggressive Ice Bear was uncertain at the moment, but only Panda himself knew that he was facing serious problems right now.

There is no other reason, mainly because the pen is broken.

In fact, it can’t be considered bad, but he has never used this dipping quill specially developed for bears at all. Originally, he wanted to use the way human beings hold the pen to start painting. He just exerted force and threw out the ink It directly dyed the blank paper black.

In other words, before he started painting, it had already failed.

"that!"

Putting away the broken pen without a trace, the panda has already started to sweat.

"This... ah!"

"What are you? You just keep painting."

On the opposite side of the long table, Ice Bear also sensed something was wrong.

"Why don't you draw? Is it because you can't draw? Or..."

"No, I'm thinking about a question."

Panda shook his head.

"I was thinking, can you really accept my understanding of art?"

"Uh..." Not only Ice Bear frowned, but even the guests present looked sideways at him--mainly why is this kind of thing unacceptable?

Those who can participate in this kind of banquet are also the veterans of the port city. The young master's drawing is something they have seen since they were young. They have even seen such weird things as hand-painted banknotes, so what is it that they accept? Can't do it?

"Boy, draw with confidence and boldly."

In the end, Mr. Tiger Tiger at the other end of the dining table spoke.

"Don't be nervous, just draw what you want...don't look at you all, let him sit quietly. I remember what it's called... oh yes, social fear, he has been like this since he was a child, you insist Looking at him, he definitely can’t draw it.”

"It's not..."

Although thankful for the tiger's kindness, the panda still shook his head.

"I mean, I'm done drawing."

"Have you finished drawing?"

Mr. Hu Shan was taken aback.

"That's the end of the painting? What did you draw?"

"Can't you see?"

Raising its paw, the panda pointed to the smudged pool of ink on the drawing paper.

"It's over, everything is over."

"Uh..." All the guests present gathered together, and those who were far away even stood up——

But when they saw the smudged ink, they all froze in place, unable to say a word for a long time.

So, they originally thought that since they just said they wanted to hang this painting in the military port, not to mention painting the majesty of the entire port, they should at least paint the surface of the sea... But what is this?Is this really a painting?

"You can't draw it!"

Opposite the panda, the white bear sneered.

"Just this thing, a puddle of ink, you have the nerve to say..."

"Shh..."

The panda didn't mean to talk at all, but just made a silent gesture.

Then the tip of the claw drooped, and once again tapped the ink on the table.

"Look again, look again."

look again...

This is not only said to the white bear, but also to the guests present, which makes the guests who were originally stunned can't help but frown——

In fact, they also think that this kind of thing is not a painting, but it is not easy to scold on the spot on this occasion.But now it seems... this puddle of ink still has something to say?

The question is what can this thing say?

"Boat! Ship!"

There was a piercing howl, and it was the wild boar just now.

"I see it! From my angle, that ink looks a bit like a boat!"

"This……"

The suspicious guests all went to the wild boar, trying to observe the pool of ink from the perspective of the wild boar just now——

Well, it does look a bit like a ship, but only a bit.

If you want to talk about the specific degree of similarity... it is probably similar to the similarity between pigs and cows. Everyone has four legs, and there is nothing left.

But even so, they have to admit that what the wild boar said is right, at least there is indeed a slight similarity.

But just when they were about to swear in the street regardless of their faces, there was another howl.

"I saw it too! It's the moon!"

This time it was the buffalo that howled, the one that had just been stunned by a kick.

"Come here! Come here! From my perspective, it's the moon!"

"Oh?"

The guests gathered together one after another, and they really saw a moon-like pattern——

But it's not the typical crescent, but fatter, like a half moon.

As for those tiny traces on the moon... Well, this is a puddle of ink, what more could one ask for?

But is it really just an ordinary puddle of ink?

The guests present frowned and circled around the pool of ink. They tried hard to observe the pool of ink, trying to see some patterns from the pool of ink——

And as the ink smudged on the paper, these guests really saw more patterns, and some guests even saw more than one pattern, such as the howling wild boar just now.

"I can confirm that I did see a pig just now."

Half of its body was lying on the table, and the wild boar, who was trying to observe the ink stains from top to bottom, had a determined face.

"Is the young master commending my work in the military port? He simply..."

"No, wait a moment."

The performance of the guests was a little too outrageous, which made Ice Bear feel that something was wrong.

"Did you really see something? Isn't it just a pool of ordinary ink? How can there be as many patterns as you said?"

"Oh, you don't understand this, do you?"

Hearing that the white bear said that, the wild boar sneered on the spot.

In terms of affairs, it must be inferior to this white bear. In fact, as the second son of the old city lord of the port city, the wise and powerful white bear is also one of the best in the entire port city——

Don't think that this white bear can be superior on weekdays, but when it comes to the understanding of art, it must be inferior to the old pig.

But it doesn't bother to explain this kind of thing.

"Because this is art!"

The wild boar grinned widely.

"If cats and dogs can understand anything, is it considered art?"

"you!"

Bai Xiong always felt that this beast was scolding, but he didn't have any proof, so he couldn't just shoot the pig to death.

This is art?Ice Bear couldn't understand it at all.It's just a puddle of smudged ink, and if it's a painting, it's no different from shit——

But it is such a dung, but it can attract the praise of all the veterans of the port city, and Bai Xiong can't understand why.