With a little admiration and a little curiosity, I came to Xu Qiusheng's studio alone with the letter.

I did have some worries before I came, afraid that the holy hand of Chinese painting who was once high in my heart would be unable to extricate myself because of my desire.

According to Jiang Yue, Xu Qiusheng seems to be at ease in the sound of people's praise, like a normal person. If the person standing in front of him has doubts about him or his work, he will be extremely irritable and will do something to force a good word.

Obviously, he is a person who lives in a world of listening desires, greedy for praise words, and these gorgeous and vain words subtly affect his creation.

Ordinary people need the approval of others, and encouragement is the supreme power, which gives a reason to persist on the bumpy road and inspires people to create.

However, Xu Qiusheng's situation is different from ordinary people, he forcibly asks for it to satisfy his desire to hear, let his desire to hear grow unlimitedly, and even betray his emotions.

Indeed, he has reached the point of extreme perversion.

Xu Qiusheng is a leader in Chinese painting, he represents a new era of Chinese style, and he is the dragon among people!

And he's the dragon of the greedy people I'm looking for.

Artists generally work in relatively quiet places, and Xu Qiusheng is no different.

In front of me was a secluded corner of the city, the door was ajar, and the sound of hair falling out could be heard quietly.

"Knock Knock"

I knocked on the half-hidden door a few times and asked, "Is there anyone?"

The voice echoed, and I waited for a response from inside the room.

"Nobody? The door is open. ”

I was secretly suspicious, and my eyes looked through the crack in the door.

There was a little light inside, a dull yellow color, and it was even black when it approached the doorway.

I was about to knock on the door again, but at this moment, suddenly a pair of eyes appeared strangely in the crack of the door, and in the darkness, those eyes flashed against the light outside the door, which was obviously extremely scary.

The raised arm quickly withdrew, and I quickly took two steps back, looking at the hidden door in a panic.

"Squeak~"

The door slowly opened, and a face gradually appeared around those dark eyes. Unkempt gray hair, tired eyelids blackened, wrinkled crow's feet spread out on both sides of those eyes, as if carved into the rough human face, lifeless.

It's Xu Qiusheng.

"Is there anything wrong with you?"

Xu Qiusheng opened the door and walked out, barely showing any expression.

Looking at that face, which was not the slightest bit angry, and listening to the words that were not mixed with any emotion, if he hadn't stood in front of me and spoke, I would have thought that there was a dead man in front of me.

"That...... You are Master Xu Qiusheng. It was like this, a female customer got a haircut in our hair shop in the afternoon and left a letter at our hair shop. I looked at the address on the envelope and found it. ”

In fact, the envelope was originally written at all, and I wrote it myself in order to find an excuse.

"Well, thank you. ”

Xu Qiusheng said flatly, took the envelope, and turned around to close the door.

"Master Xu, can I visit your studio? I also studied painting before, and I would like to see your paintings with my own eyes!"

I tentatively continued to communicate with him, firstly, in the hope of having more contact with him to determine his greedy nature, and secondly, in the hope that I could really enjoy the famous Chinese paintings of Xu Lao, as well as the oil paintings that Jiang Yue did not dare to compliment.

I thought he was lifeless and didn't pay attention to me, and I just tried.

But when he heard my words, he actually stopped and turned around again.

This time, he lived.

He smiled, his wrinkled face stretched out, and he brushed his hair with his hand, just like before.

"Come in, young man. ”

As he spoke, he ushered me into the house.

The house was dim, with only a lamp in the corner.

I looked around in the dim light, there were two drawing boards, a table, a large trash can, and paintings everywhere.

Picking up a painting at my side, I looked at it.

It is a Chinese painting, a landscape ink painting, with good charm.

"Old Xu, your Chinese painting is really good, especially this ink landscape painting, this level, this charm, you can only look at it, you can't learn it. ”

I gently put down the painting in my hand and looked at Xu Qiusheng with a smile.

He smiled brighter, narrowed his eyes, and strangely enough, the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes disappeared, and the smooth and firm skin made him seem to be several years younger and in his prime.

At this point, he turned around and picked up the painting in front of him and walked slowly towards me.

"Forget about those, it's all old works from before. Let's take a look at my latest work!"

Handing the painting over, he stared at me intently, his eyes shining with a strange brilliance.

It was an oil painting!

The colors are intense, extremely mismatched, the layers are broken, and my first impression is that this painting is not even as beautiful as a child's graffiti.

Because of Jiang Yue's experience, I didn't speak, for fear that casual comments would make this gentle Xu Lao become an irritable seeker in the next second.

I pretended to look at the painting and walked towards the table.

Xu Qiusheng's gaze shifted with my figure, just staring at me so directly, expecting my words of praise, as if I was not a person in front of me, just a tool to speak.

I was frightened by his eyes, and quickly put down the oil painting in my hand.

That's when I picked up a broken hair from the table and held it in my hand.

Turning back, I smiled and pulled a folded piece of paper out of my trouser pocket.

"Old Xu. You know, you've always been someone I admire, always have been. As I spoke, I opened the piece of paper in my hand, put the severed hair on it, and continued: "But, your oil painting, as your beloved disciple said, is not—worth—into the eye!"

After saying that, I immediately grabbed the paper in my hand and walked quickly outside the house.

But just as I went out and closed the door, I caught a glimpse of two points of light out of the corner of my eye.

To be exact, it should be the eyes of a boy doll placed in the corner of the room!

A pair of strange eyes, an indescribable feeling, and then the point of light disappeared.

Stopping at the door of the house, I heard Xu Lao's roar and struggle.

"Ah......hh My oil paintings are the best...... Smelly mouth like that stinky woman!"

However, the moment of irritability was only a few seconds, and in an instant the room was silent.

I peered through the crack in the door and watched everything inside.

Xu Lao, who was shouting and screaming, suddenly closed his mouth, his hands scratching his hair were bent in front of his chest, and he looked stupidly at the little gray broken hair left between his fingers, and he was distracted.

At this moment, I looked down and saw the clenched fist, which flashed and then dimmed.

Looking up at the house again, Xu Lao slowly walked under the lamp and opened the letter.

"I'm sorry! Xiaoyue! I was wrong...... I'm sorry!"

......

The voice echoed in the room, it was the sound of repentance, it was the sound of remorse, it was the sound of misery, and it could not be removed.

In fact, Lao Long told me before I went out that Xu Lao was likely to have one of the six main desires, so that I was ready to accept my desires.

So, I'm ready for the dragon deed.

The so-called dragon contract is actually just a dragon contract that is unique to me, and the old dragon doesn't know what the specific ability is.

He only knew that the Dragon Covenant had been lost for a long time, and the only function that my Dragon Covenant had temporarily displayed was fusion.

The dragon contract is my dictatorial ideological command, my mind draws the dragon contract through desire, the dragon contract takes effect by contacting the breath of the people of all ethnic groups, the idea urges the dragon contract to absorb its desire, and then merges the desire into the power of faith under the desire, and finally I can use my mind to urge the dragon contract to release the power of faith again, and during the release, the light curtain of the cause of desire is conjured and dissipated.

Before I came here, I drew the dragon deed in advance. The paper is ordinary paper, and the ink is the ink given by the old dragon.

And I'm just borrowing a hair from Mr. Xu.

In the past, in the old dragon hair house, customers signed and pressed their handprints, just seeking some breath to make the dragon deed effective.

Xiao Hei's hair cut only temporarily balances people's desires, and what I do is to cut off its roots, so that customers will never suffer from it.

The power of the magic is unfolded under my mind.

Once upon a time, I was also unconsciously curious and yearning for the special identity of "dragon".

Holding the dragon deed, what is bound is Xu Lao's desire to hear, what is carried is the power of faith to give birth to the first dragon scale for Zixi, and what I hope for my adoptive father to wake up.

Although I returned with a full load, I still didn't feel light, but the moment I stepped into the old dragon hair house, I felt extremely heavy.

Because, next is the time to verify the ability of the dragon deed, and release the power of the fused faith to Zixi.

"Let's get started!"

At this moment, several people from the old Longfa House gathered in Zixi's room, and the pink decoration was warm and cheerful, but none of them were relaxed.

With the old dragon's words, I took out the dragon deed, and Zixi also closed his eyes.

"Come out!

The call of thought echoed in my mind, and I looked intently at the paper on which the dragon deed had been drawn.

In the dark, it seemed as if my calling was a force, and I could feel it.

Invisible voices, invisible powers, are clearly vibrating.

Suddenly, the piece of paper in my hand moved, and it trembled slightly. Then, from the edge of the dragon pact, the light began to dissipate.

A curtain of light, the person inside was Xu Qiusheng.

The picture interprets the story of Xu Qiusheng, and the dissipated picture turns into a little light, floating away from Zixi, who is sitting with his eyes closed, and disappears with a touch.

"Sure enough, it's the power of faith!" the old dragon sighed and continued: "Zixi, concentrate all your energy, gather this power in one place, and start to grow scales!"

Hearing this, Zixi took a deep breath, the twin peaks on his chest straightened, and he straightened his waist, and there was no longer the previous relaxed state.

I didn't speak, and I was nervous and blessed for Zixi in my heart.

Once the picture of the light curtain dissipates, some light points will pour out and pour into Zixi's body.

Then it re-coalesced, dissipated again, and the paper of the dragon pact gradually became smaller.

Once, twice, three times......

A wisp of faith, followed by a wisp of ......

Zixi breathed evenly, his chest rose and fell, but a few beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on his forehead, as if giving birth to dragon scales, which was more laborious than giving birth to a child, of course, this analogy is a bit inappropriate.

Worries can't be shared for her, everything depends on herself.

I was paying attention to Zixi's dynamics, and I was also roughly browsing the picture of the light curtain.

After all, Xu Lao is a person I admire very much, and I will inevitably have such perverted desires for him, and I will be a little curious.

It is only from the picture that there is a clear time span between his tireless painting at a young age and his thirst for praise later. It was the picture of him going to a mysterious shop to buy a boy puppet, and from that time on, Xu Qiusheng seemed to have become another person, and since then, his paintings have broken through one bottleneck after another, and have appeared in the Chinese painting world.

"That boy looks so familiar......"

I whispered, a little fascinated by it, but I was very curious about the boy puppet and what magical power it had.

"Reverse Pupil ......"

I was confused, when I heard a sudden hoarse sound, and immediately looked at the old dragon.

At this moment, the old dragon was squinting his eyes and looking intently, as if he was not staring at those pictures, as if he had penetrated the light curtain and looked far, far away.

"Rebel boy, rebel boy?" I asked curiously.

"No!" The old dragon turned his head, with a very speechless expression, shook his head, and continued: "This pupil is not the other child. I'm talking about pupils, the pupils of the reverse dragon!"

Scratching the back of my head, I was even more puzzled about how the boy and the dragon were related again.

Even if it's an anti-dragon's pupils, why do I feel familiar? I've never seen them at all.

Just as I was about to ask, the image disappeared.

"Okay, let's take a look at Zixi's situation first......"

Hearing the old dragon's words, I immediately looked to the bed.

Beads of sweat have flowed from the forehead to the neck, soaking the clothes, the chest is still rising and falling rhythmically, and the prominence of the twin peaks makes the whole visual impact full.

When I looked down because of visual embarrassment, I found that a flickering light appeared on Zixi's right wrist, looming, in an irregular arc oval shape.

Seeing this, I turned my head sharply to look at the old dragon to ask what was going on.

However, the old dragon was also staring at Zixi's wrist at this time, smiling slightly.

"That's the dragon scales!"