The author of all this was at home at this time, lying on his father's former master's chair, holding an apple and nibbling on it. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Boy, hurry up and change places, I'm a little overwhelmed." Zhou Dingcheng couldn't wait to kick him over.

The trouble caused by this little bastard was asked to be replaced by cannon fodder, and it was only half a day's work, and there were already dozens of visitors outside. Zhou Dingcheng came forward to explain one by one, saying that he was drunk last night and didn't wake up, so he couldn't see guests. Going out and coming in again and again is about to annoy him to death.

"What's so hard to resist, isn't it just going out and saying something?" And I don't appreciate it at all.

"It's easy to say, why don't you go out and answer yourself?"

"How can I get out? Am I not drunk and still lying in bed? ”

"That's true, but I'll tell you seriously, hurry up and change places, if you don't like to go to Chen's Mansion, I'll find you a quiet place." The number of visitors here is guaranteed to increase day by day, and you can't say you're drunk and awake after two days, right? ”

"No, I can only find that feeling at home, and I can't brew emotions anywhere else. As for excuses, you can help me think of them. "Besides, I will die in one bite.

At this time, there are two heavens inside and outside the house, and it is quiet inside, Xiao Nier has been making up for sleep since she came back, and she is still asleep, and Mother Liu and Uncle Ji are also in their respective rooms. Outside the gate was crowded with people, all of whom wanted to come in to see the situation, many people came over immediately after reading Mulan's resignation and asked to meet, even if Zhou Dingcheng said that he was drunk and couldn't see guests, these people still crowded outside the door and refused to leave, saying that they wanted to feel the feelings of the great poet.

Zhou Dingcheng's nose was almost crooked, but it was just a house, what feelings did he have?

"Then what do you think in your heart, nearly 40,000 taels of silver, not a small amount of money, really just lose it and give it to others? Do you want to think of a way to repay your debts first? Zhou Dingcheng said.

"Why do you have to pay the bills? I'm also worried that someone will pay the bill, and if I lose and promise to come up with the money, some people will want to take advantage of the fire, and no one should think of it. ”

"Boy, are you really sure of winning?" Zhou Dingcheng was taken aback, guessing that there was something hidden that had not been shown, so it was possible to turn the tables.

"Not sure."

"So how sure are you that you win?"

"0.0001 percent." Besides, he said it without shame and without blushing.

"Then you still dare to bet against others?" Zhou Dingcheng was really annoyed and angry.

Zhou Dingcheng has not spoken about the heroic act, he just thinks that there may really be any tricks that have not been released, if he uses the tricks, there is still the possibility of fighting back in adversity, but he just amplified his words, there is no trick at all.

"Is your kid sick, he burns too much silver, why don't you give me some." Zhou Ding became enlightened.

"It's very unlikely, but it's still possible." Besides, he nodded. It doesn't look like it's uncertain, but it looks like a confident and strategizing posture.

Zhou Dingcheng hurriedly drank two sips of old wine to suppress the shock: "I really can't stand you, you are sick." Well, if you really don't have any tricks, I'll give you a trick that might work. ”

"What's the move?" Besides, he straightened up from his chair all at once.

"Interested? What I mean is that the two of us will see if we can work together, I will make the draft, and you will polish and render, and maybe there will be a possibility of winning against Tang Bohu's guy. Zhou Dingcheng is colorful.

"No, it's useless, your painting style has already been thoroughly eaten by them, and it's useless to cover it up, and besides, I won't be so unproductive, I want to borrow your painting skills to fight with others."

Besides, he said it shamelessly, completely forgetting that he borrowed Nalan Xingde's poems, and overwhelmed all the poets of the past.

"Then prepare the silver." Zhou Dingcheng completely gave up the idea of treating the disease and saving people, this child is really hopeless.

In the afternoon, Zhang Xuecheng, the chief staff member of the prefect's yamen, came to visit, but Zhou Dingcheng was politely turned away under the same pretext. Zhang Xuecheng came to play the front station, but he was also afraid that there would be an accident here, and it would be difficult to see guests, so the prefect Wei Gao did not come directly.

Zhang Xuecheng had no choice but to leave a famous post and return to the prefect's yamen in a huff.

Xiao Nier only got up in the afternoon, and after catching up on sleep, she was radiant, and she didn't pay much attention to the matter of gambling with others.

She picked up all the gold leaves in the bags she had collected, then brought them to the front of her, and said with a smile: "You see that these are almost enough for 40,000 taels of silver, right?" ”

Besides, he wondered, "What are you doing with this?" ”

"What's the matter, if you lose, it's better to pay others, I think everyone is not optimistic about you, which means that you are really likely to lose." Shaw is very honest.

"If they don't think well of me, I'm going to lose, what kind of theory is that?"

"I want you to win, but it's useless for me to think about it." Xiao Nier sighed.

Besides, he didn't say anything, lying on the Taishi's chair and meditating. Although he didn't paint by hand, the picture had already appeared in his mind, as if he was painting, and the composition and layout of the painting were very clear.

After drawing with my brain for a morning, I felt that my skills were too shallow, not to mention compared with Tang Bohu, even with Shen Zhou. Alas, painting is a craft, and it can't be faked, and without ten or eight years of hard work as a foundation, it will immediately appear in its original form.

Besides, he looks relaxed on the surface, but in fact, he is under a lot of pressure in his heart, the greater the amount of silver in the gambling game, the greater the pressure on him, it is not only a matter of silver, but also a matter of face from a close distance, every tael of silver represents a face. Looking into the distance, it is a matter of whether we can continue to move forward until we reach the capital. Besides, if he doesn't go to the capital, he is not a hero, everything he does today is to come to the capital to meet Zhang Juzheng in the future and complete his historical mission.

"Why did I always think it was possible to win?" And I'm thinking about it carefully.

At that time, he was not impulsive, but really felt that there was hope of winning, so he opened the gambling game, and the bet soared all the way to 40,000 taels. But when I got home, I couldn't find this feeling, and no matter how I thought about it, there was only one ending: a fiasco.

Am I being deceived by my own feelings, carried away by victory, and carried away?

Xiao Nier looked at him with a painful look, and couldn't help but feel distressed, and persuaded: "Forget it, don't work hard, it's a big deal to lose money, it's not our money anyway, just let it be blown by the wind, just disperse." ”

Besides, he shook his head and fell into deep thought. Speaking of silver, it is really as Xiao Nier said, money is not the ancestral property of the Kuang family, it is all filial piety by those people in the rivers and lakes, and there are seven killings, if you lose it, you will lose it, it's not a big deal. The problem is that he set up a gambling game with great fanfare, swore an oath, and finally failed in disgrace, which is unjustifiable.

The determination to gamble comes from the mentality of putting oneself to death and then rejuvenating, which I remember very well. Now it seems that it is still too simple to think, and it takes enough conditions to explode one's potential, not just courage.

Lian Daning said at the time that potential is not omnipotent, although he whispered it, he heard it, and now he feels that this sentence is too right, and it is a key to unlock his doubts.

"Why are you painting autumn fragrance with Tang Bohu, if you compare painting fairy paintings, you will definitely win." Xiao Nier suddenly thought of the fairy painting that flew away during the day, and said very regretfully.

"Immortal painting?" Besides, when I think about it all of a sudden, my mind is filled with the image of that painting.

Yes, I have always thought that I lack skills, but the fairy painting is full of skills, without any immature feeling, on the contrary, the pen is old, the painting style is amazing, and it has reached the point of expressiveness.

He had completely forgotten how that painting was made, and it was only a dream to replicate that miracle.

"You think, that painting flew away by itself during the day, how amazing, if you draw another painting, it will also fly away by yourself, who can compare to you?" Xiao Nier continued to speak.

Flew away on your own?

Besides, I didn't see it with my own eyes at the time, but I didn't believe that my painting would have wings and could fly away by itself, it must have been taken away by the old man with great mana.

That's right, this is also a way, see if you can contact the old man of the thousand machines, and on the day of the painting, let the old man of the thousand machines move his hands and feet to take the painting away, so that he will win, who can draw a painting of his own wings?

Although this thing is close to the weird, it is also the only way to win at the moment.

"Great, Niel, I've finally figured it out." Moreover, he bounced up from the chair, held Xiao Nier and kissed him, turned around and ran into the bedroom.

Xiao Nier touched the place on her face that was kissed, and she felt flattered, but she rarely took the initiative to kiss her, and she usually took the initiative to attack this kind of thing.

Next, he began to meditate, visualizing the image of the old man, which was the only way for him to contact the old man.

"It's better to be on QQ WeChat." This is what suddenly occurred to him before he entered the meditation.

After two hours of silence, he slowly opened his eyes, slightly disappointed, the image of the old man in his mind did not react, and it seemed that he would not be able to contact him for a while.

Maybe the time is too short, and the old man of Qianji won't have nothing to do there and wait for him. For the past few days, I have continued to visualize the old immortal.

Thinking to himself, he walked out of the bedroom and into the living room, which he had transformed into a studio.

All the clutter was cleaned up, and in the center of the living room stood only an easel with a canvas on it, and a paintbrush and various paints on the table next to it.

He first typed out a draft with an ink pen, sketched the outline, and after an hour, Qiu Xiang's whole person appeared on the canvas. Although it is only a draft, it is also seven or eight points similar.

"Isn't that good? It's really not as good as that Tang Gongzi? "Xiao Nier looked at his drawings and felt very similar, and that was good enough.

"No, it's far off." And sigh.

Only then did Xiao Nier know that Tang Bohu was really not an ordinary person, and he couldn't defeat him if he was painted like this. In this way, this competition is really a bit hanging. But besides, why didn't you budge at all? If you don't give him a chance, you're a dead eye.