After playing two games of king, Qiu Ming quit the game. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info can't help it, he only started playing this game during the Chinese New Year this year, and his level is not as good as that of elementary school students, and all his teammates are scolding him.

Qiu Ming sat on the bed and began to chant the scriptures. When the sky was dark, Qiu Ming opened his eyes, and after practicing the family tradition, Qiu Ming shook his head.

I can't absorb purple qi, and my speed is a hundred times worse. But Qiu Ming is not in a hurry, it would be good to wait for the next time he entered the world of cartoons, and it would be good to have more time to chant the scriptures now.

Even chanting scriptures can't be too much, Master Liu Ruozhuo didn't say anything about the combination of work and rest, but told Qiu Ming why those senior brothers always have to go down the mountain to practice.

One is to help others and accumulate good fortune. In addition, it is also a confirmation of what you have learned, don't do it behind closed doors.

At around nine o'clock in the morning, Qiu Ming walked out of the house, found a newly opened barber shop on the street, and changed his hair into a short one again. Looking in the mirror, Qiu Ming felt that the familiar self was back.

He didn't go back to school, but went to a restaurant, a big restaurant famous in Ice City, because snake meat was available in this shop.

In the world of "Magic Pen Ma Liang", Qiu Ming was almost swallowed by the snake demon, so he made a decision...... Be sure to eat snakes!

"Sir, do you want to eat or find friends?" The waiter saw Qiu Ming, who was dressed plainly, and did not show any contempt, these years rich people pretend to be poor too much, they don't want to be unemployed, the salary of the waiter in this hotel is no worse than that of some white-collar workers in large companies.

"Dinner, I read on the Internet, you have snake meat in your restaurant?"

"That's right, our hotel has assorted dragon and phoenix soup, soup dragon and phoenix balls, dragon and phoenix old fire soup, snake meat old hot pot, pepper and salt king snake, sea, land and air cauldron stew...... and other snake meat dishes. ”

When the waiter introduces these dishes, he opens his mouth to come, after all, this restaurant is called Longfeng Pavilion, and most diners come here for chickens and snakes.

Among these dishes, Qiu Ming had heard of an assorted dragon and phoenix soup, but he had never heard of other dishes. The sea, land and air cauldron stew, the name is very interesting, but this year, a plain cucumber can be called Qinglong to change clothes, and Qiu Ming didn't plan to order it.

I found a random seat inside, ordered an assorted dragon and phoenix soup, and asked for a shrimp fried rice. When Qiu Ming was about to finish eating, a few guests came to the table next to him, and one of them put down a trophy casually.

"Mr. Wang is famous this time, and he actually won this award, so the next step is to go to Beijing to compete, right?" A man complimented.

"Eh, this is nothing, it's just a first prize in the province, and if you put it in the whole country, you may only get a third prize."

"Teacher Wang is modest, who doesn't know that you are Master Zhao's most proud student, Master Zhao's Chinese painting, that is a must. Although Master Zhao is not a judge this time, it is not to avoid suspicion, and it is not optimistic that you can win the award. ”

"Yes, Mr. Wang, you are too modest. Isn't there a saying that excessive modesty is pride? After you win the award this time, your solo exhibition will be exhibited in our gallery, right? ”

"Teacher Wang, why don't you draw a random picture first, and it will also open our eyes."

Qiu Ming tilted his head and saw that there was a piece of rice paper on the table over there, and someone took out a brush, inkstone and ink, this is to draw brush paintings?

Qiu Ming really doesn't know what his level is, listen to the meaning, this Teacher Wang seems to be very powerful, take a look and compare it with himself.

"Eh, this tiger drawn by Mr. Wang is really good." The person next to him complimented.

Qiu Ming couldn't hold back and laughed directly. The TM tiger is drawn like a cat, where can you see it?

"Little brother, what are you laughing at? I'm not good at drawing? Teacher Wang's face was displeased. He was enjoying the compliments, and the laughter sounded so harsh to him.

"It's nothing, it's good, it's good." Qiu Ming turned his head and continued to eat.

But in the eyes of Mr. Wang, this move is clearly disdainful. He is the first prize in the province of this Chinese painting competition, and he is about to participate in the national competition, and the teacher is also the most famous master of Chinese painting in the country, and he is actually looked down upon by a student, how can he bear it?

"I see that you seem to know Chinese painting too, will you paint one?" Teacher Wang stood up directly, walked to Qiu Ming's side, and handed Qiu Ming the brush.

Qiu Ming really wanted to try it, what kind of effect was this painting on good rice paper.

"Oh, then I'll just draw one." Qiu Ming looked up and saw a printed painting of a tiger descending from the mountain hanging on the wall of the hotel, he picked up his pen, dipped it in ink, and began to paint.

As soon as he began to dip in the ink, Mr. Wang was disdainful. There is so much ink, and I am not afraid to drip on rice paper. This person is a rookie at first glance, and it is estimated that he is at the level of painting and playing at home, and he dares to get an axe in front of him.

Several guests next to him also shook their heads, this young man actually dared to paint Chinese paintings in front of Mr. Wang, and many of Mr. Wang's students were estimated to be 10,000 times better than this young man's paintings.

But soon, the contempt in their eyes disappeared, what was the matter, why did this man draw so quickly, and with a few brushstrokes, he sketched the image of a tiger?

And this person has never dipped in ink, is it enough to paint once after dipping it?

Qiu Ming put down the pen quickly, without a trace of thinking, from the moment he picked up the pen, he knew where to draw and how to draw.

After finishing the painting, Qiu Ming looked at it himself and put the brush down: "It's okay." ”

What he said was okay, compared to Ma Liang. But in Mr. Wang's ears, the meaning of this young man has not been played well?!

Also, I only dipped it in ink once, and I didn't think about it, like a random graffiti, I shouldn't have reached the peak. Which of those great painters didn't think for a long time and then start writing, and often a painting took a long time, some years.

Compared with the painting painted by Mr. Wang, even if you don't appreciate it, you can see who is better. One has no momentum, while the other is full of the momentum of the King of Ten Thousand Beasts!

"This gentleman, this is a contemptible business card, are you interested in cooperating with me, I can sponsor you to open a personal exhibition!" A person immediately took out his business card and stuffed it to Qiu Ming.

Several other people also stood up and took out famous brands one after another, and who was more worthy of investment was already in front of them. This kind of painting looks like it looks like it can be auctioned!

"Not interested."

Uh~~ A few people who were still stuffing business cards were stunned. Also, if the other party can have this kind of painting skills, it must be from a famous artist, and it is estimated that there is no shortage of contacts. Being able to come to this big dragon and phoenix to eat is not a lack of money. Although it looks very ordinary, many of the great painters dress very casually.

Qiu Ming finished the last two bites of shrimp fried rice, got up to pay and left, and the people began to fight over the painting that Qiu Ming had left behind.

"Mine, this rice paper is provided by me, and this painting should be mine."

"You are talking nonsense, this brush, inkstone and ink were all provided by me, and this painting should be mine."

"You two shut up, this is Mr. Wang invited each other to paint, then this painting should belong to our gallery!"

Seeing this scene, Mr. Wang was very melancholy, and his good mood for winning the award was completely ruined.

At this time, the waiter came to serve the food, and the foreman saw the two paintings on the table, and she also knew that the young man who had just gone out seemed to have painted one.

"Teacher Wang, that young man just now wanted to worship you as a teacher, but his painting level is far worse than yours, how imposing the one you painted, the one he painted is like a cat."

Teacher Wang looked at the imposing painting pointed out by the foreman, wasn't it painted by the young man just now. And his painting was actually commented like a cat, and at this moment, he was even more melancholy......