At first glance, the painting maniac's clothes are crude, even tattered. The cotton wool came out in large clumps, and it was still stained with layers of unidentified dirt. If you put it on the street, you will definitely be dressed as a complete beggar.

"A beggar's clothes are like a fairy". Yes, a beggar is dressed like a fairy, and he was trembling all over his body just now, thinking that it was the idea of the moment in his heart, which completely matched the description in Shoumei's poem!

He subconsciously touched the letter in his arms, but then lowered his hand again. Shou Mei's poems have been memorized by heart, and he no longer needs to turn them out to check them.

So...... Could it be that the "fairy beggar" that Shou Mei said back then is related to painting mania? Could it be him?

The hesitation in his heart was like a fleeting fire, Dongfang Shiming temporarily pressed the speculation in his heart, intending to calm down and make a conclusion after observing for a while.

Painting crazy dreams Su Sheng is still holding the pen like a pour, and Yunlong is amazed.

Countless ink dots were sprinkled on the table, and on the ground, like dark stars. Meng Susheng held his breath and stared, as if he had even stopped breathing, leaving only a pair of sharp eyes, chasing the deer on a side of drawing paper.

Gradually, as his messy lines were filled in step by step, the content of his paintings gradually became apparent.

Hearty, happy and solemn, quiet, two extreme artistic conceptions blend on the picture.

It's the snow that flies, and the horse's hooves that fly. It is the endless dark night of the mountains, and it is the endless snowfield. The snow rolls away like crazy, the vast world is like a solemnity, and the vast atmosphere is brewing an indescribable feeling, which deeply penetrates the hearts of the viewers.

Then, at the end of the snowfield, a small, rough but extremely powerful horseback rider. I saw that there was only one person in the painting, who was bending his bow on his horse, and was about to shoot down a flying eagle flying into the sky.

The magnificent scenery, the magnificent artistic conception, through the chest. In the end, Meng Susheng slammed the pen and threw a good wolf on the ground and shattered.

Like the last sleeper of the storyteller, the spirit of everyone's obsession with the painting has returned to their hearts. No one in the audience spoke, and after a few seconds, they applauded.

"I didn't expect to see such a master here......

"It's a feast for the eyes......

Praise was exchanged and applause was thunderous. However, Meng Susheng, who was in the center, was obviously not interested in this, as if he had a necessary catharsis, and after the catharsis, his whole body was like dead wood, and he gradually withered, and his eyes were dark.

Turning to leave, a person suddenly walked out of the crowd and shouted: "Painting madness, and slow!" ”

Hearing someone call himself, Meng Susheng was slightly stunned and turned his head to look.

I saw a plainly dressed person slowly walking out of the crowd. And the onlookers couldn't help but gasp when they saw the person in front of them.

"I didn't expect it...... Mr. Zheng has arrived. Bai Yikao was also a little surprised, and said in a low voice.

Dongfang Shiming and Bai Artemisia both turned their heads to look. I saw that the person who came out had gray temples, but there were still some remnants of the prime of life, about forty years old, but he was dressed simply, his face was full of dust, and he looked like a long-term worker of the Bai family.

"Are you...... Which one is coming. Meng Susheng scratched his scalp sluggishly, and seemed to be a little impressed, "They called you...... Mr. Zheng, yes. ”

"It's me, Zheng Miaobi." The Mr. Zheng grinned, "You forgot about me again." But this time, why don't you take a look at their paintings with me? ”

“…… No, no, no. Meng Susheng shook his head, "Look at the painting...... I won't. ”

As soon as this remark came out, it caused many laymen to talk about it. But there are also experts who explain to them slowly.

"Actually, a painter has never had a professional painting background. It is said that he paints with the imagination and impulse of a moment, and his brushwork is like a divine help. Bai Yikao also explained to the two in a whisper, "It's a wonderful flower of the plaque painter, it's really enviable." ”

Dongfang Shiming smiled silently, and then turned his gaze back to the picture.

A momentary fantasy...... Dongfang Shiming stared at the rolling snowfield, slightly distracted. Such a blizzard and such a dark night touched his heartstrings, and it seemed to resonate with the poem letter in his arms.

Zheng Miaobi and Meng Susheng were still talking, and the two of them spoke fast and slow, like a flickering chime.

"Forget it......" Finally, Meng Susheng didn't seem to want to stay here for a long time, and compromised half a step, "That's it...... I'm here to show you. ”

As he spoke, he slowly took out six small stones from his jacket pocket and held them in his palm.

"Save your energy...... Count what you earned. Meng Susheng muttered in his wrinkled lips and walked back to the table.

Such a move attracted everyone's surprised attention. Zheng Miaobi was also shaken up, and her face was extremely happy.

"Ah, thank you so much for using this to help me." Zheng Miaobi smiled and leaned against the table.

"What is this?" Bai Artemisia couldn't understand it, so he tugged at his eldest brother's clothes and looked up and asked.

Bai Yikao looked straight at it, but he didn't hear Xiaomei's question for a while. It wasn't until Bai Hao asked for the second time that he said slowly: "This is another mastery of painting maniacs, fortune telling." ”

"Fortune telling is also a masterpiece? There are quite a lot of them on my doorstep. A man around him who didn't understand couldn't help but interject when he heard him say this.

Bai Yikao ignored his questioning. Everyone was staring at the stone in Meng Susheng's hand, waiting for the next good show.

All eyes were as focused on Meng Susheng as they had just been. I saw him put his hands together and slowly shake the stone in his hand. At the same time, his feet walked back and forth regularly, and his eyes were closed.

There was no sound around. I could hear Meng Susheng muttering something like a spell in his mouth, as if he was in a dream.

His "practice" soon came to an end. I saw Meng Susheng open his eyes and stop in the middle of the table. Then with a throw of his hands, six stones fell on the table.

It doesn't look any different. But Meng Susheng first looked at it for a while, then took out a small wooden stick from his arms, gently flicked the position of the stone a few times, and then stared at the stone again.

Onlookers were confused. The painters didn't dare to make a sound, but the audience who came to see the painting was obviously a little grumbling.

Zheng Miaobi bowed slightly beside him, although he didn't understand the trick, but he didn't dare to disturb the other painters.

Fortunately, Meng Susheng didn't waste too much time. He seemed to have understood the essence of this hexagram, propping up the table with both hands, and looking around the painters and viewers with lazy eyes.

Under the gaze of everyone, Meng Susheng slowly raised his small wooden stick. Eye-catching with Zheng Miaobi beside him, signaled him to pay attention, and then slowly pointed out.

“…… You, come out. ”