He Bangwei is a new grandmaster circle, and different people in the venue have different feelings.

At the table near the main table, there was already a circle of people around Zhou Tianyi, and these people didn't realize that there was anything wrong with the noise outside the door before-there were so many people in the crowd just now, who knew who was who.

They can't get in front of He Bangwei, the grandmaster, but they can make a sweet attack on Zhou Tianyi, who came with He Bangwei.

A little farther away from the table, Yang Jun looked at this group of profit-oriented wall grasses with a swollen face and cold eyes, he wanted to grit his teeth, but his mouth hurt as soon as he moved, so he simply kept his face expressionless.

Jiang Ge in the corner was undoubtedly the one who hated He Bangwei the most, but he could only sit dryly, and there was no one around.

More people in the venue were silently observing and inquiring about the news of this strange grandmaster, and they preferred to welcome this powerful man, after all, this is Moscow, a place for hairy bears, and the more strong people on their side, the better.

At the beginning of the gathering of the national art circle, there was no host, and it was straight to the point.

As the most easy-going person among the three grandmasters before, Qi De took the stage and said a few words before announcing the start of the "We are still good friends after a fight".

He Bangwei was still interested at first, but it didn't take long for him to lack interest, and the kung fu of these people was too weak in his opinion to bring him any inspiration.

Fortunately, Master Wang had been in Vladivostok for a while before, and he knew the preferences of this Grandmaster He - he specially prepared a lot of Moscow specialties.

Bollingers, caviar, Russian leba and the most authentic vodka.

He Bangwei's interest quickly shifted, and he didn't even care about Pang Yu, who was squinting at him next to him.

Foodies have their own trade-offs in their hearts, and what is it to have a different vision.

……

While He Bangwei was feasting and tasting food in Moscow, Joss sat in his study and pondered.

There was a computer on the table in front of her, and the screen was densely packed with words and data—this was the power of the various martial arts halls in Vladivostok.

The girl is thinking about how to deal with it more completely.

Revisions, revisions, calculations, and calculations, Joss worked in the study for a long time before it was completed.

Leaning back in the chair and rubbing her temples, the girl made a cup of coffee with hot water and took a slow sip.

Frowning, feeling that the coffee didn't taste good, Joss didn't touch it again.

After a moment's pause, she got up and walked to the window to look at the sky outside—it was getting late, and she didn't know what she was doing.

Thinking of her boyfriend, a smile unconsciously appeared on the girl's face.

Walking from the window to the table, she was silent for a long time, she shook her head inexplicably, opened the cabinet and took out a painting from inside.

This is an oil painting that she had not completely finished in the studio when she was in Zurich, and she has been kept by Yang Yang and brought it over, and she suddenly wants to complete the last process.

The paint on the canvas had long since dried, and the girl's fingers brushed it lightly, and it depicted the scene of two people riding a motorcycle to explore the scenery - a motorcycle, two or three pedestrians, a clear lake on the side, and a sheep and sheep galloping on the road.

"It was a great time." Joss muttered to himself, remembering the carefree days before.

I turned the painting over and saw that the words I had left in pencil on the back were still there.

"Fresh clothes are angry motorcycles, happy to lead my sheep." The girl pronounced this sentence and took out the varnish from the drawer with her right hand - it was brushed on the surface of the canvas to prolong the storage time of the painting.

Joss used a broad-tipped brush to spread the varnish evenly across the canvas and then gazed at his work little by little until it dried.

With a sigh, the girl put the oil painting on the table, and the whole person fell into an inexplicable thought or daze again.

Is the life you want now? Her thinking is a little divergent, she has never had a life, she has never had an experience, and she is completely bold in the current situation, but fortunately, it seems that the situation is handled well.

Thinking of this, Joss regained some confidence, and as soon as she looked up and was about to continue her business, she suddenly saw the Kunlun long sword hanging on the wall—this sword she had touched less recently.

Slowly walked to the wall, took the long sword in one hand, the girl's right arm was shocked, the dantian qi was born, and the whole person turned into a black shadow wandering alone in the study.

She danced with her sword for a while, and it took a long time before she stopped.

Taking a slight breath, she pinched the Kunlun long sword with two fingers and stroked the blade from top to bottom, and the girl hung it back on the wall.

She looked at this thing that was said to be the Kunlun faction, patted the sword body again with her right hand, showed a smile, and said to herself: "It's not as good as ten thousand enemies." ”

After speaking, Qiao Si turned around and didn't look at Kunlun Sword again, returned to the table and sat down in the chair again, and banged on the computer screen.

At this moment, she seemed to re-establish the goal in her heart.

……

The grand event of the national arts circle seemed quite boring to He Bangwei, and after the opening session to resolve the conflict, the group began to talk very boringly—from new faces to old friends, from enemies to partners.

In the end, Grandmaster Qi De waved his hand and invited He Bangwei to come to the stage to say a few words.

He had already lost interest in this party, so he didn't say much when he came to the stage, but just said a cliché, "If you are new to the party, take care of it."

This prosaic remark was polite, but it still won enthusiastic applause from the audience -- which surprised Ho Bangwei.

In the evening, when the party ended, the four grandmasters said a few words, Qi De and Pang Yu walked away, and Wang Shi followed He Bangwei outside.

"Brother He, I'm really sorry I didn't have time to contact you before. It's urgent. Wang Shi once again explained the reason to He Bangwei.

He Bangwei didn't grasp this point, and when he couldn't contact Wang Shi before, he had a guess.

"So far, nothing has been gained." Ho Bangwei said that he was referring to kung fu.

Wang Shi smiled bitterly: "When you reach this realm, how can you gain anything so easily." ”

He Bangwei shrugged his shoulders and glanced at Zhou Tianyi, who was still greeting others at the door of the hotel.

Feeling Grandmaster He's gaze, Zhou Tianyi hurriedly ended the conversation with this group of people.

"Master Wang, Grandmaster He." He said hello.

"How are you feeling now?" He Bangwei asked.

"Great!"

"What about the previous connections?" He Bangwei asked deliberately.

"I'm back, and I've done a good job." Zhou Yi replied, "Even that Pang Hua has come up." ”

He Bangwei smiled: "Then it seems that your connections are not as good as your own ability." ”

Zhou Tianyi laughed, this time there was no excuse. (To be continued.) )