The painter looks like a bad old man, but he is actually a master of the game world.

How tall is it, no one in the martial arts biography can compare with him, I am afraid that in the world of smiling and proud rivers and lakes, the wind is clear and the east is undefeated, and it is difficult to say who is higher and who is lower with him, at least there are five or six stories high.

"You're going to invite me to dinner, how embarrassing it is, why don't I draw a picture for you too!" The painter smirked and spoke, still looking like a demented old man.

Wang Xu ignored the expressions of everyone looking at fools, helped the painter to the table, and said with a smile: "Yes, but I have a requirement for painting, I don't say what to paint, you see what I lack, your old man will help me draw it, can this be done?" ”

"No problem, no problem, let's eat first." The painter drooled greedily and urged: "Don't look at it, say hello with good wine and food." ”

Sixi meatballs, stir-fried kidney flowers, fat intestines, oily meat, Dongpo elbows, whatever vegetables are greasy, serve whatever dishes.

After a few bites at random, Wang Xu was responsible for pouring wine for the painter, which was completely the attitude of a public relations manager accompanying the client.

After looking at it for a while, Bai Zhantang saw that something was wrong, he knew Wang Xu's martial arts, and he was also a good hand among first-class masters.

Such a person would be kind to an old painter for no reason, Bai Zhantang would not believe it if he was killed, thinking that there was definitely something greasy in this.

"Shopkeeper, I have a hunch, I'm afraid it's a distraction today, this old painter is not simple!" Lao Bai found Tong Xiangyu and said thoughtfully.

Tong Xiangyu looked puzzled, looked at the painter who was eating and drinking, and asked, "What do you mean?" ”

"This painter, if it's not a senior master, if that's the case, even my eyesight can deceive it, then it's not ordinarily high." Bai Zhantang is a thief saint, his eyesight is absolutely first-class in the rivers and lakes, and there is no simple role that can make him see away.

Hearing the muttering behind him, Wang Xu glanced at the painter's reaction.

The painter is still the same painter, holding a plate and eating and drinking, as if he has not eaten for many years.

Sensing that Wang Xu was looking at himself, the painter raised his head slightly, and smirked: "Why don't you eat it, you're welcome, eat together!" ”

Wang Xu glanced at the dining table, seven or eight dishes, the bottom of the plate had already been left, and they were still eating a fart together.

Seeing that Wang Xu didn't react, the old painter took the fish soup, held it in his arms and drank it in a few sips, and said with satisfaction: "Since I don't eat it, then I have to work." I'll solve their problems first, and then I'll solve your problems, and if your requirements are high or not, whether they are low or not, the old man has to think about it. ”

The painter was full of wine and food, staggered to his feet, and said to Bai Zhantang: "After eating, the pen and ink are waiting, it's time to draw a sword score for you." ”

Bai Zhantang gave Tong Xiangyu a look, went up with the pen and ink, and respectfully placed it in front of the painter.

The painter picked up the pen and dotted the ink, and the pen wandered around and drew on the white paper.

In ten minutes, the painter drew thirty-six pictures, all in one go, drawing the appearance of two villains comparing swords.

Bai Zhantang stood behind and looked at it, his face changed instantly, and he whispered, "What a clever sword move!" ”

Lao Bai is not a master of using a sword, but his young and companion Ji Wuming is a swordsman, Lao Bai watches Ji Wuming practice swordsmanship all day long, and the quality of swordsmanship can still be seen.

Hearing Lao Bai's exclamation, Ji Wuming ran up from the backyard and found that Lao Bai was looking at something, and he also tiptoed up.

Entering the eyes, Ji Wuming's eyes froze, and he subconsciously said: "Hengshan swordsmanship, the thirteen styles of clouds and mist in Hengshan with a thousand changes!" ”

"What, this is the Hengshan Sword Technique?" Lao Bai was startled when he heard this, and asked, "Xiao Ji, can you be sure?" ”

"My brain is so messy, I can't think of anything, I have a headache when I think about it." Ji Wuming hugged his head with a painful face, the more he recalled, the more familiar he felt that these swordsmanship were familiar, but after a flash of inspiration, he couldn't think of anything.

Bai Zhantang helped Ji Wuming to sit down, holding a stack of sword books in his hand, and asked the painter: "Old man, how can you know the Hengshan swordsmanship?" ”

"Simple, I think of it myself!"

The painter Mei Zizi scraped the oil on the plate with his hands, licked his fingers one by one, and said without raising his head: "When I was a child, I liked to listen to the book review the most, and I was so happy when I heard the heroes compete." When I was eight years old, there was a steamed bun shop owner surnamed Mo who exchanged a few pictures with me with two meat buns. ”

"Old man, the boss who sells steamed buns, is he in his twenties, his name is Mo Taichong?" Tong Xiangyu interjected, nervously paying attention to the painter's reaction.

The painter shook his head slightly to say no, Tong Xiangyu instantly breathed a sigh of relief, and said with Lao Bai and said: "The ancestor of the Hengshan faction is Mo Taichong, I have read the classics of the Hengshan faction, before the patriarch Mo was twenty-two years old, he sold steamed buns at home, until he got a set of swordsmanship by chance, which created the Hengshan faction, which has been one hundred and twenty years ago." ”

"No, Mo Taichong is a fake name, not a real name." The painter took over the topic and said: "The boss who sells steamed buns is called Mo Laoer, Mo Taichong is because he didn't like the name to be good, so he changed it later, so he didn't call it this at first." But the Hengshan faction was indeed tossed by him, and I heard that it is still there! ”

Smack...

Tong Xiangyu leaned back, fell into Lao Bai's arms, and snorted: "My mother, this is not true, right? ”

"Old man, it's been one hundred and twenty years since Mo Taichong established the Hengshan faction, are you mistaken?" Lao Bai couldn't believe it, thinking that if this was true, then it would be a lot of fun.

You must know that the Hengshan faction has been passed down to the present, and the disciples of the sect are already the sixth generation, and the head of the sect, Mr. Mo Da, is the grandson of Mo Taichong, and he is eighty-five this year.

If the painter is the founder of Hengshan swordsmanship, wouldn't he have to be one hundred and thirty or forty years old, the same generation as Mr. Mo's grandfather.

"I remember well, after Mo Lao Er and I exchanged the sword spectrum, I went outside to eliminate the violence and Anliang, and I heard that he also killed four Jiangyang thieves and got a good reward. Later, he stopped selling steamed buns, bought a mountain outside, and the whole family took it, and gave his son a young master, becoming the second head of the Hengshan faction! When the painter said this, although Bai Zhantang couldn't believe it, he couldn't think of a reason to refute it.

Mo Taichong's establishment of the Hengshan faction was all a hundred years ago, and no one knows it until now.

Bai Zhantang wiped his cold sweat, looked at the sword book in his hand, and whispered: "Shopkeeper, let's not want this sword book, if this matter gets out today, the rivers and lakes will be in chaos." ”

"Don't do it, don't do it, it's too big, let's pretend it never happened." Tong Xiangyu hurriedly stood up, handed the sword book to the painter, and said: "Old man, you should learn the sword book by yourself, we are used to it calmly, don't drag us into the rivers and lakes." ”

"What acupuncture, point acupoint? I can draw, sword score, sword score, fist score, light skill, internal strength, point point, I have drawn. ”

The painter patted his stomach, tilted his head for a long time, and said after half a sound: "I remember that when I drew a little acupoint map, I gave it a nice name, called Sunflower Point Acuman." Yes, that's the name, it seems to have become a sect later, and the last time I passed by the mountain gate, a group of thugs were still practicing there! ”

Bang Dang...

As soon as Lao Bai heard this, his legs and feet were weak and he almost fell to the ground, his eyes were full of shock.

The Sunflower Sect was founded not long ago, only a short period of more than 80 years, and the patriarch of the Sunflower School recorded that the Sunflower Point Acupoint Cheats were picked up by himself.

At this moment, thinking of the painter's statement, Lao Bai will be suspicious, thinking that his sunflower point acupoint will not really come from this painter.

"Why, don't you believe it? Simple, a picture of five pennies, sunflower point acupuncture hand, a total of twenty-eight pictures, how many do you want? The painter raised his head slightly, and there was a faint hint of playfulness under his demented expression.