Teacher?

Everyone's eyes instantly focused on the past and cast on the body of the arrival.

At the gate, an old man pushed the door in, he was a little too old, wearing a simple cloth robe, with a leaning body, and he walked tremblingly.

If it weren't for the neat edges and clean white cloth, you would probably be considered a beggar when you go out on the street.

"Teacher, why are you here?" He Junxuan hurriedly greeted him, supported him, and asked him to sit down on the main seat.

"You kid, you still know that I am your teacher, and you don't know how to say hello to me after coming out for so long, do you still have me as a teacher in your eyes?" Huang Lao said angrily.

"Isn't it that I don't have time, I can't go to Yanjing." He Junxuan scratched his head.

"What age is this now, and it's hard to make a phone call?" Huang Lao asked.

He Junxuan was silent for a while and said, "Where did I get your mobile phone number?" ”

Huang Lao coughed lightly, his face was a little embarrassed, and he whispered in He Junxuan's ear: "So many people are watching, will you die if you give me face?" ”

He Junxuan couldn't cry or laugh, his teacher was still so funny, but when he saw Huang Lao's white hair and rickety body, a sad feeling suddenly came to his heart.

Originally, Huang Lao was not so old, but it wasn't until three years ago that Zhang Mingyuan betrayed his teacher.

That night, he didn't close his eyes all night, and his head turned white overnight.

Huang Lao really raised Zhang Mingyuan as his own son, thinking that Huang Lao picked up Zhang Mingyuan who was shivering in the snow on a cold winter night, and then raised him as an adult.

That year, Zhang Mingyuan was five years old, and his eyes were immature and pure.

Later, as Zhang Mingyuan grew up, his calligraphy skills became more and more profound, and his respect for Huang Lao became more and more scarce, and even became unpopular.

Finally he broke out.

He stole all Huang Lao's calligraphy and paintings, and displayed them, and used Huang Lao's calligraphy and paintings to deceive the world and steal his name, and then directly betrayed Huang Lao's disciples after the matter was revealed, and also wantonly belittled Huang Lao.

That year, Zhang Mingyuan was twenty-three years old, arrogant, and surrounded by countless honors, but he was like a cold-blooded poisonous snake.

Huang Lao's experience is undoubtedly a realistic story of the farmer and the snake, Huang Lao is the farmer, and this Zhang Mingyuan is a poisonous snake, a poisonous snake that cannot be raised or raised.

Huang Lao raised him with hard work and taught him skills, but he was not satisfied, and even bit Huang Lao back.

"Why are you here? You don't never participate in such an event, don't you want to be famous? Or are you a hypocritical person at all, you just can't see me good, you can't see me grow, and now you are deliberately suppressing me, right? Zhang Mingyuan said to Huang Lao.

His previous panic and guilt flashed, and when he saw the warm scene between Huang Lao and He Junxuan, the jealousy in his eyes became more and more intense, and there was even a trace of resentment.

Huang Lao looked at him with a trace of sadness, then shook his head and stopped looking at him.

"You white-eyed wolf, do you know what you're talking about?" He Junxuan snorted coldly.

"What am I talking about, what I'm saying is the truth, who is he pretending to be this hypocritical saint?" Zhang Mingyuan's face was full of disdain.

The more the fish died like this, the more calm his heart became.

"You're looking for death?" He Junxuan asked lightly, without any trace of warmth in his tone.

Zhang Mingyuan shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently: "I agreed to the request you made before, and today I will defeat you in front of him with my own hands, so that everyone can see who is right and who is wrong." ”

"Hehe, come on." He Junxuan responded.

This sudden scene caught the audience off guard, and the old man in front of him seemed to be their master.

However, Huang Lao's appearance did not have the demeanor of a master at all, but like an old man in his last years, so everyone didn't care, and even the referees didn't know his depth and didn't pay attention to him.

Only Mu He recognized him, and he was immediately excited, and rushed to him all of a sudden, almost hugging his thigh.

"Huang, Huang Lao, why are you here?" Mu He stepped forward and stammered a little excitedly.

The old man in front of him was the mentor he had wanted to see day and night, the person he wanted to see in his dreams, and now that he was sitting in front of him, how could he not be excited?

"You are?" Huang Lao didn't recognize him.

"I'm a crane!" Mu He said eagerly.

"Oh, I remember, you're the little crane with a crying nose." Huang Lao tried his best to recall what Mu He used to look like.

When Mu He heard Huang Lao say this, he was not annoyed at all, but said happily: "It's me, it's me!" ”

As he spoke, tears were already pouring out of his eyes, as if he was about to cry.

"It's cute to cry when you are a child, but if you still cry when you grow up, it won't be like it!" Huang Lao looked at him kindly and smiled.

"Well, don't cry." Mu He wiped away his tears.

Huang Lao is a person he remembers and is grateful for all his life, and when he sees him this time, he is naturally respectful and eager to kowtow to him.

"Sit next to me and watch the game between them." Huang Lao smiled and patted the position on his side, his gaze softened.

"Hmm." Huang Lao sat beside Huang Lao excitedly, and his body still couldn't stop trembling.

Off the stage, the new venue has been set up.

There were only two people in the entire venue, him and He Junxuan, and the tables of the two were facing each other, and there was quite an aura of abyss.

"Senior brother, let me see if you have made progress over the years." Zhang Mingyuan has relaxed his mind at this moment.

In this battle, if you don't succeed, you will become a benevolent!

"No matter what, it's no worse than you." He Junxuan added: "Whether it is ability or character. ”

"Then come on."

Zhang Mingyuan's spirit was not affected in the slightest, and he picked up the pen and began to paint.

The title of this scene was given by the referee, and the theme was mountains and flowing water, which was obviously an artistic conception painting, which tested the artist's artistic taste and creative ability.

The two of them put pen to paper at the same time, but their movements and demeanors are different.

Zhang Mingyuan held the ink pen, gently dipped in ink and began to paint on the drawing paper, he used the dipping method, the tip of the pen is dipped in ink, the root of the pen is water, this painting method makes the picture smooth, the shade is distinct, and the transition is very natural.

This is also a decent method, he wants to rely on his painting experience to win this competition, such a way of painting, he is confident, even He Junxuan can't compare to him.

Soon, the outline of the landscape appeared on his painting scroll, and between the two mountains, there was a large winding river flowing slowly.

It depicts the scene of "the gate of heaven interrupting the opening of the Chu River".

"It is worthy of being a little book saint, the calligraphy is beautiful, and the painting is also a must!"

"Now He Junxuan is really hanging, this must be incomparable."

"I don't think so, maybe he'll surprise us?"

Everyone's eyes looked at He Junxuan, but at this moment, He Junxuan didn't move his pen, quietly looking at the drawing paper in front of him, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Huang Lao, He Junxuan can't do it, why don't you still use your pen?" Mu He sweated for He Junxuan, although He Junxuan had won the championship of the calligraphy and painting competition, he should be happy.

But for some reason, he was still very worried about He Junxuan's performance, and he didn't want him to lose to Zhang Mingyuan in front of him.

He Junxuan gave him the feeling of being confident but not arrogant, arrogant but humble, and his perception was excellent.

Zhang Mingyuan is the opposite, although he is respectful and humble on the surface, he is arrogant and conceited in his heart, and he is so arrogant that he is empty-eyed.

It's very offensive.

But he had only seen He Junxuan mention words, but he had never seen He Junxuan paint.

"You don't have to worry about him, this kid may be secretly holding back something!" Huang Lao was not worried at all.

With Huang Lao's affirmation, Mu He silently breathed a sigh of relief, and when he looked at He Junxuan again, he felt that his eyes were about to frighten out.

At this moment, He Junxuan on the stage silently raised the ink and splashed it directly on the white scroll......