"Uncle, let's draw a portrait, brush and ink portrait painting, cheap and good-looking......"

"Beauty, do you want to paint an ink portrait?"

"Old man, you're in good spirits, do you want a picture of Shoubi Nanshan? Auspicious ......"

Zhou Ming stood behind his sketchpad, smiling and greeting passers-by in front of his stall, wanting to get a deal or two, but it backfired, and few people stopped, even if some people looked at it curiously, and then they all dispersed.

Street portraits are not a lucrative business in the first place, even if Zhou Ming paints ink portraits. Until dark, Zhou Zhou Ming only sold a couplet, and a student bought it back to decorate the dormitory, earning thirty yuan.

Watching the sun slowly sink in the west, Zhou Zhou Ming sighed softly, what is going on during this time? For more than two months in a row, there was almost no business, and I couldn't even earn 500 yuan a month, and I couldn't even pay the rent except for the necessary booth fees and living expenses.

Could it be that when did he collide with Tai Sui? Otherwise, why be so unlucky? Although the business was not very prosperous in the past, there was still a little surplus every month, and I could see some hope. But now, business has been getting worse and worse in the next year, and there has been almost no business in the last two months.

Do you want to change careers? But in addition to this calligraphy and painting, he can also sing a few operas, and he can't be regarded as a professional drama actor, where will the troupe accept him? Can you only enter the factory?

Zhou Zhou Ming felt a little bitter in his heart, but this is his life, for him, who has not gone to school and has been singing on the pier everywhere with the opera troupe since he was a child, it is not difficult to find a job, but it is really difficult to find a job that suits him. If it weren't for an old scholar in the troupe who learned calligraphy and ink painting, it is estimated that he would have been reduced to working in a factory long ago.

It's not too embarrassing to say that it is not too embarrassing to work in a factory, but Zhou Zhou Ming has been used to being wild in the troupe since he was a child, where can he stand the constraints in the factory, for him, entering the factory is torment, so if there is really no way, he will definitely not enter the factory to do an assembly line.

But now it seems that it is not far from entering the factory, Zhou Zhou Ming secretly smiled bitterly, seeing that it was almost dark, he slowly began to pack up his drawing board, ready to go back, although he must be urged by the landlord to rent when he goes back now, but he has to go back, he still has to eat.

"Young man, draw a portrait," when Zhou Ming lowered his head to clean up, he heard someone talking beside him, and nodded subconsciously, "No problem," looked up and saw that it was an old Taoist priest. The old Taoist priest was tall, looked very tough, his complexion was relatively ruddy, his hair and beard were all black, but his robe was dirty, and he looked very sloppy.

Does this Taoist priest have the money to settle the bill? Zhou Zhou Ming muttered in his heart, then nodded with a smile, and said while preparing the drawing paper: "Dao Chief, one hundred for sixteen and one hundred and eight for eight, don't bargain." ”

"Bakai, you can do it," the old Taoist priest waved his hand nonchalantly, and then sat down on the chair opposite Zhou Ming.

Seeing the attitude of the old Taoist, Zhou Zhou Ming was also a little uncertain, could it be that this old Taoist priest was just unkempt? Thinking of this, he didn't say anything anymore, took his mind and looked at the old Taoist priest carefully, and kept the old Taoist priest's facial characteristics and image in mind.

After mixing the ink and water, he quickly put down the pen, his wrist shook rapidly, and the brush walked on the rice paper like a dragon and snake, leaving behind the ink marks that slowly dispersed.

Zhou Ming moved quickly, looked at the old Taoist priest from beginning to end, and spent the rest of the time engrossed in the pen, in less than five minutes, a Taoist priest's head had appeared on the eight-open rice paper, Shen Yun was extremely similar to the old Taoist priest in front of him, only the details were missing.

Put on a clean brush, dipped in water quickly and slowly swept on the ink marks on the drawing paper, under the moisturization of the water, the ink halo effect is stronger, his brush is like a magic wand, everywhere he goes, the portrait seems to come alive, instantly vivid.

In fact, for Zhou Ming, it is much less difficult to draw a physical portrait of a person, especially compared with landscape painting, which consumes very little time and energy, after all, there is a reference, and it is just a portrait, you don't need to think about it, and you don't need any complicated techniques.

The ink marks dried, and Zhou Ming unfolded the painting, "Dao Chief, look, is this painting okay?" ”

"Well, not bad, not bad," the old Taoist priest nodded with satisfaction, and then took out a jade pen from his sleeve, "I don't have any money, this jade pen should be your honorarium." ”

Jade pen? Zhou Ming was stunned for a moment, and quickly shook his head, he urgently needed money to pay the rent, one hundred and eighty yuan was enough for him to pay a month's rent, and there was a one-month buffer, and his business might be relieved. So for him, cash is the best thing.

What's more, this old Taoist priest said that it was a jade pen, but who knows if it is jade or not? Maybe it's made of quartzite. Although Zhou Ming does not play with antique jade, but in this antique street stall also has some time, how much I have heard of similar things, a few days ago on the nearby stall, a tourist spent more than 6,000 to buy a quartzite old ancient jade, and later found someone to make a scene.

So when Zhou Zhou Ming heard the old man say that it was a jade pen, he didn't even have the interest to take a look, such a white jade pen, if it is a real jade, can it be worth less than tens of thousands of yuan? If he believed the old Taoist priest's words, he would have been messing around the rivers and lakes for more than ten years.

Seeing that Zhou Ming was unwilling to exchange, the old Taoist priest was very unhappy and snorted, "You young man, you are kind enough to help you, but you don't appreciate it, you deserve to be hungry," he said and clenched the jade pen and poked it at Zhou Ming's chest.

The old Taoist priest's movements were very fast, and he was really lightning fast.

"Ahh At that moment, Zhou Zhou Ming opened his mouth wide and wanted to call for help, but he couldn't make any sound, and he felt like he had a burning stick in his chest, and he couldn't help but twitch.

After a while, the scorching sensation spread all over his body with his breathing, and Zhou Ming felt that his body must have completely burned, and his brain was swollen for a while, as if it was about to burst.

"Sixteen years ago, I can't repay you for your life-saving grace, old Taoist, so I'll give you this creation."

"This jade pen is a magic weapon for the soul, use it well, hahaha, the jade pen is reborn, and you are in Baoshan Mo Konghui, hahaha, you are in Baoshan......"

"Cause and effect, boy, I hope you can really be as famous as your name, but the world is like an oven, human affection is like a sword, a little careless, at least it will hurt others and hurt yourself, and at worst it will be in this rolling red dust, cherish it."

Zhou Ming heard the old Taoist's laughter in a daze, and anxiously wanted to break free from the old Taoist's arm, wanted to pull out the golden pen inserted in his palm, and in the process of struggling, he suddenly dodged backwards, and suddenly broke free from the old Taoist's claws.

But at this moment, Zhou Zhou Ming felt like he had fallen off a cliff, and his body was empty all of a sudden.

"Whew-poof", Zhou Zhou Ming opened his eyes and found himself rolling off the bed, still wrapped around his own towel quilt, and his body was sweating profusely and fell under the bed, instantly sweating a piece of the ground.

It turned out to be a dream! Zhou Zhou Ming subconsciously looked at his chest, there was no wound, no jade pen, and there was no old Taoist priest in the room. When did you come back last night? Why is there no impression at all?

Zhou Ming shook his head, got up and lay down on the bed again, but he didn't feel sleepy at all. Thinking back to the real and weird nightmare just now, Zhou Zhou Ming was able to recall it completely and clearly, and he hadn't heard anyone say that he could recall the dream he had completely and clearly.

And the most important thing is that the old Taoist priest in the dream talked about the life-saving grace sixteen years ago, which is not nonsense, but true.

Sixteen years ago, he was just six years old, followed the troupe to Henan Province, one night at the end of work, he met an old Taoist priest who was covered in injuries and unconscious, he didn't know what to think at the time, he didn't tell anyone, secretly helped the old Taoist priest bandage his wounds, and fed some water.

After that, Zhou Zhou Ming couldn't remember it clearly, if it wasn't for the nightmare just now, he probably wouldn't have remembered such a thing. Could it be that you still remember this thing subconsciously? That's why you dream about it?

But this dream is really weird enough, it seems that I have read too many novels, and I still talk about the jade pen. Thinking of the so-called jade pen of creation in the dream, Zhou Ming smiled bitterly and was just about to get up, but at this moment, he saw a jade pen come out of his chest, and then float quietly in front of him.

At that moment, Zhou Zhou Ming subconsciously thought of Yongdu's whistle arrow, but then he broke out in a cold sweat, looked at the sharp tip of the pen, and thought of the terrifying scene inserted into his chest in the nightmare. After a while, seeing that the jade pen was just floating quietly in front of him, Zhou Ming quietly breathed a sigh of relief, moved his body back, and stretched out his hand to gently hold the barrel of the jade pen.

As soon as he pinched the jade pen floating in mid-air, Zhou Zhou Ming suddenly felt a slight numbness in the palm of his hand, and then seemed to understand something, and at that moment he knew the origin of this jade pen of creation, and also knew its efficacy, and even knew what the old Taoist priest said What he meant, and there was also a huge amount of information, all of which were information and consultations related to antique identification. So you're a connoisseur now? Zhou Zhou Ming muttered secretly in his heart, but because he didn't have any antiques in his hand, he couldn't confirm the authenticity of those information. If those information are true, then this is the real wealth, it is better to teach people and fish than to teach people and fish, even if there is no magic jade pen, as long as there is this information, he still has become an omniscient and omnipotent appraisal master. It seems that the appearance of the old Taoist priest is not a nightmare, but it is a real thing, but I don't know how the old Taoist priest sent him back from the antique market last night.

"Xiao Zhou, it's time to pay the rent."

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