"Uncle Ke, have you finished talking to a real person?"

Guan Yingluo naturally withdrew the hand that was still holding Meng Zhe, turned her head and said to the middle-aged man in his thirties.

"You girl, it's rare for Wang Zhenren to speak a little bit, and you only heard half of it and ran out? If your dad found out, you wouldn't have pocket money for at least three months. The middle-aged man first criticized Guan Yingluo, and then looked at Meng Zhe and asked, "...... this kid?" ”

"He, his name is Meng Zhe. I didn't understand the real person's avenue just now, and when I sneaked out, I saw him, already sitting here concentrating on painting. I just stood behind him and watched...... Well, thirty-seven minutes. As she spoke, Ms. Kwan looked at her watch.

"Oh?"

After listening to Guan Yingluo's words, the middle-aged man surnamed Ke looked at Meng Zhe's eyes, and suddenly became a little puzzled.

What did this young man draw that could make Yingluo, a girl, look at it for thirty-seven minutes?

"Lend me a painting!" Probably seeing the doubts of the middle-aged man surnamed Ke, Guan Yingluo stretched out her hand to Meng Zhe very directly, but then she remembered something, and added half a sentence: "Is it okay?" ”

This Guan Yingluo seems to be very big and strong......

Meng Zhe put a strong label on Guan Yingluo in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face, just smiled and handed over the sketch in his hand.

Although I don't want outsiders to see my sketch now, this imitation of "Chess Soul" will not reveal creativity or anything like that. Moreover, Meng Zhe planned to seek advice from the Taoist master Wang Lao...... Well, the real person is also there, after Guan Yingluo takes this painting, he will definitely see it, right?

If such an artwork can make Wang Zhenren have a good first impression of himself...... Why not.

Just as Meng Zhe guessed, after Guan Yingluo took the sketch, he handed it to the middle-aged man surnamed Ke.

"Ancient and modern game maps? There is still a little bit of artistic conception, and the color is barely passed, but ......" The middle-aged man surnamed Ke seems to have some attainments in painting, he first affirmed the artistic conception in Meng Zhe's painting, and then praised the color, but finally shook his head and criticized the style of words: "The craftsmanship is too heavy, and the new comics that are popular over there, but there are ** points similar, and I can't get into the hall of elegance." ”

The man surnamed Ke held the sketch in his hand with both hands and respectfully handed it to Wang Zhenren, who had a childish face: "Real person, you can also take a look." ”

Wang Zhenren, who took the sketch from the hand of the man surnamed Ke, only glanced at the sketch, and then said loudly: "Little layman, you seem to talk about it?" ”

Hand talker, Go also.

When playing Go, the player is silent, relying only on the middle finger and index finger of one hand to plan the chess pieces to fight wits and courage...... The change in the rhythm of the falling pieces and the strength of the chess pieces can reflect the mental state of the authorities, just like talking in sign language in a chess game, hence the name "hand talk".

Meng Zhe nodded: "A little bit." ”

Hand talk is Go, under the influence of "Chess Soul", Meng Zhe has indeed learned to play Go, and his level is still so-so, with amateur chess strength of about three sections.

"How about playing a game with me?" Wang Zhenren, who had a childish face, looked at Meng Zhe with a smile, and he didn't seem to have the meaning of commenting on Meng Zhe's drawings at all.

"This ...... There are still people waiting for me outside, and I'm afraid that they will be in a hurry if they delay too long. Meng Zhe was a little embarrassed, he had been waiting here for more than an hour, and dozens of minutes of playing Go were short.

Let the father-in-law, the future wife and the sister-in-law sit outside and wait, and play chess here by themselves, it is unreasonable to say that it is reasonable, right?

"It doesn't matter." Lao Dao waved his hand, turned his head and instructed Guan Yingluo: "Girl, please go to the outer hall, find the little Taoist priest who brought you to see me, and tell me to play a game with this little layman, he knows what to do." ”

"No problem!" Guan Yingluo didn't even think about it, she nodded directly and agreed to the request, and then she waved her hand to Meng Zhe: "Goodbye." ”

"Real person, then I will also take my leave." The middle-aged man surnamed Ke also said goodbye to Wang Zhenren.

"Children, listen to my uncle, you have enough of the surname of the painting. It's just that if you really want to succeed on this road, don't paint this kind of thing full of craftsmanship, there is no way out of painting this kind of thing. Go to a famous teacher to learn Chinese painting - if the time comes, you may not be the next Xu Beihong and the next Zhang Daqian. ”

Before leaving, the middle-aged man surnamed Ke said to Meng Zhe, and Meng Zhe said thank you noncommittally, although he didn't agree at all psychologically-why, saying that I have no way out of drawing comics?! Do you know how sought after in the future, not now, these things that are full of ingenuity in your mouth are highly sought after?

Traditional chinese painting...... Chinese painting is indeed very good, and the Chinese painting painted by the masters is indeed far-reaching, but how many people can become masters? Ten of the best painters were unable to make a living with their own paintings, and finally had to change careers.

It's just that most of the people who learned to draw comics in China, based on Meng Zhe's experience before his rebirth, were also barely able to make ends meet. What's more, such as Xia Da, the author of "Zi Bu Silent", she lived extremely hard before she became famous, and when she was poorest, she even had no money to see when she was sick, so she could only lie on the bed and grit her teeth to resist...... And she has endured this hardship for eight years.

This is also one of the reasons why Meng Zhe did not open his mouth to refute, although he felt that he would not be so bad in his life.

"How?" When the middle-aged man surnamed Ke walked away, Zhang Zhenren, who had a childish face, handed the sketch in his hand to Meng Zhe, and asked with a smile.

Meng Zhe shook his head, but did not answer.

Wang Zhenren nodded, turned around and walked back to his hut, and a moment later a set of chess pieces came out.

After sitting down, Wang Zhenren grabbed a few sunspots and held them in his hands, and while signaling Meng Zhe to guess the odds and doubles, he said slowly: "Just now, you drew the ninth game of the ten games of Danghu, right?" ”

In the fourth year of Qianlong in the Manchu Qing Dynasty (1739 AD), Fan Xiping and Shi Xiangxia, the national players of Go, were named "the first hand in the world", and played more than ten games in Danghu, Zhejiang, and there were ten games of Danghu to be preserved in later generations.

Meng Zhe nodded, grabbed two sunspots and placed them on the stone table chessboard, while Wang Zhenren slowly spread out his hand, and there were four white chess pieces lying in his palm.

This means that Meng Zhe is black.

Let's do it—

Meng Zhe fell the first son, the star position in the upper right corner.

……

When he got to the 139th move, Meng Zhe smiled bitterly and admitted defeat, and Wang Zhenren's chess strength far exceeded his expectations.

If Meng Zhe is an amateur third-stage Go player, then Wang Zhenren's chess ability is at least at the level of a professional one-stage, and he may not lose if he participates in a professional-level competition.

"The little layman has good chess skills, but it's a pity that his heart is not quiet."

Wang Zhenren, who won the chess, put the black and white pieces on the table back into the chess box one by one.

"It's a real person, your chess strength far surpasses mine."

Meng Zhe stood up and helped clean up the chess pieces, he knew very well that even if his heart was as calm as water, he would not be able to play this old Taoist with a childish face.

"You want to ask me about Taoist talismans and martial arts? What do you want to do with this knowledge? Wang Zhenren jumped the topic.

Meng Zhe had already thought of a countermeasure to this problem, and he concisely stated his idea of promoting Chinese culture to the world by drawing comics. Considering Wang Zhenren's identity, Meng Zhe did not forget to explain what comics are and how popular comics are.

After listening to Meng Zhe's narration, Wang Zhenren's hand that was originally packing the chess pieces stopped, he lowered his eyebrows, drooped his eyelids, and seemed to be thinking.

Meng Zhe didn't dare to disturb, so he had to stop and stand quietly.

After about ten minutes, Wang Zhencai, who had a childish face, finally raised his eyelids again, and after taking a deep look at Meng Zhe, he said, "Follow me into the house." ”

Meng Zhe, who had just felt that he had been waiting for more than a century, finally felt that everything was worth it after hearing this.

--- dividing line---

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