Earth.

Xiangshan listens to the rain.

Su Qing stood in front of the desk, concentrating, closing his eyes and contemplating.

The next moment, he opened his eyes, picked up the ink-stained brush, and began to splash ink.

Su Qing, who was immersed in painting, had no distractions, his breath was calm, and his whole body exuded a special infectious force.

Every move has a master-like atmosphere, which makes people can't help but stare and watch.

As he sketched out, a masterpiece gradually came to life.

In front of the splendid Qianqing Palace, Xu Huaping, dressed in palace clothes, pulled Kang Mazi's braid in his hand, proudly facing thousands of troops.

Standing in front of the desk, Su Zichen seemed to feel that a female assassin braved the awe-inspiring killing machine of thousands of troops to break into the palace and capture the emperor alive in order to oppose the Qing Dynasty and restore the Ming Dynasty.

The artistic conception of this painting is too strong, even if Su Zichen is only eleven years old and does not understand art, he can be regarded as a layman in painting.

But just by looking at it, he felt the indomitable momentum of 'although thousands of people have been going forward' in the painting, which made him experience the charm of art for the first time, and truly understood his cousin's superb painting skills, and was deeply impressed.

'Piercing the Map'!

When Su Qing wrote the name of the painting and stamped his seal, Su Zichen's eyes were full of shock and admiration, and his eyes were full of little stars:

"Brother Qing, I don't know anything about art, even if the world masterpieces are placed in front of me, I can't appreciate them."

"But today, Brother Qing, your paintings, let me experience the charm of art for the first time, I seem to see a young female assassin, risking the risk of being punished by the Nine Clans, going deep into the palace to assassinate the emperor, this kind of 'although tens of millions of people go to me' momentum, let me be greatly infected."

"With such a superb level, I feel that even the world's painting masters can't compare, they don't deserve to lift your shoes for Brother Qing."

"I found that learning to paint from Brother Qing was the smartest decision of my life."

After Su Qing returned from the Northeast, the little kid Su Zichen resumed his painting class.

On weekdays, I come to study for an hour at noon every day, and study all day on weekends.

Today is a weekday, and at one o'clock in the afternoon, he came over after lunch.

Su Qing happened to watch Xu Huaping's live broadcast, and the idea of painting for her was born in her heart.

So, he said to Su Zichen that he would not teach the basics of painting for the time being, and let this kid observe his painting.

In the name of beauty, let this kid see the charm of art.

"Drawing is not something that can be learned overnight, it takes years of practice and accumulation."

"I see that your kid has been resistant during this period of time, and he is unwilling to practice the basics of painting, so I let you see it."

Su Qing glared at him and reprimanded, "How is it, have you seen it?" ”

After getting acquainted with this kid, I found that he was not as well-behaved and skinny as when I first met.

But then again, this kid really doesn't look like an eleven-year-old.

If you shoot a set of sycophants, you will definitely be able to mix well when you grow up.

"Yes, yes, I opened my eyes today and met a real master of painting."

"I must study hard and work hard to become a master of painting like Brother Qing when I grow up."

"No, even if you only have one-ten-thousandth of your strength, Brother Qing, it will be enough for me to eat for a lifetime."

Su Zichen sincerely admired and marveled in his heart, and he touted it like a tide.

"Go and go, I haven't learned anything else, and I'm quite slippery in my ass."

Su Qing waved his hand, but he was quite useful in his heart, and he would say that you should say more.

"Hey, that's of course, Brother Qing, don't look at my young age, I know a lot."

Su Zichen said triumphantly: "My dad is just brainless, he doesn't know how to be flexible, he can't make sycophants, and he hasn't become a teaching director after teaching all his life." ”

"So, I'm going to learn from him and try to learn how to adapt."

"I study averagely, and it is difficult to get into university, so I can't expect to study."

"If I can learn from Brother Qing's level of one-ten-thousandth of you, plus I can speak well, I believe that I will not be worse than my father in the future."

The eleven-year-old kid spoke in a straightforward manner, which really shocked Su Qing.

If he had been so shrewd back then, he wouldn't have almost been sold as a piglet.

"There's some truth to what you're saying."

"However, if you want to learn to paint well, you can't be lazy."

"As long as you do what I teach, you will definitely have a place in the calligraphy and painting world in the future."

Su Qing touched his chin to hide the shock in his heart.

He didn't know if this kid was right, but it made sense.

His task is to teach this kid to paint, and to teach him to be a man or leave it to Uncle Xiaolong.

"Uh-huh, I know, I listen to Brother Qing."

"I will do what you tell me to do."

Speaking of the craft of eating in the future, Su Zichen's attitude became serious.

Today, I saw Su Qing painting with my own eyes, and his master-like temperament deeply impressed him.

"Alright, the hour is getting late. You go to school first, and come back tomorrow. ”

Seeing that the ink on the painting had dried, Su Qing carefully put it away and waved Su Zichen to get out.

"Okay, Brother Qing, then I'll go first, bye."

Su Zichen finally glanced at the painting reluctantly, and then left Su Qing's house.

Putting away the paintings, Su Qing planned to go to the calligraphy and painting shop to frame the paintings when he had time.

Then.

Xu Huaping's private chat message popped up, and he also sent a red envelope by the way.

A thousand kilograms of gold ....

"Hold grass, a ton of gold?"

Su Qing was taken aback on the spot, and hurriedly took his mobile phone and counted it.

Today's gold price is 457 yuan/gram, and 1,000 kilograms is 1 million grams.

"That's ..... Four hundred and fifty-seven million? ”

His mouth was wide open, and it felt like a dream.

The first two times, Xie Yuanshan shot ten kilograms of gold, worth more than four million.

Su Qing thought that this was the God of Wealth.

Unexpectedly, there was something more fierce than him, and the shot was a ton of gold.

After the transformation, Xu Huaping is really generous!

"Little sister, a ton of gold, this is too scary."

"Whatever you want, how much you want, I'll buy it all for you."

Fortunately, Su Qing was no longer Wuxia Ameng, took a deep breath, and quickly calmed down.

"With my little brother's great kindness to me, even if it is a thousand tons and 10,000 tons of gold, it is nothing, little brother, you can accept it with peace of mind."

"I'm still on the way to Jiangnan, and there are only eighteen people under my command, and when I get to the place, I will recruit troops."

"I'm short of food and weapons, or you can buy some for me, little brother."

On the way to Jiangnan, Xu Huaping thought about it and said.

"Okay, I have a batch of food in my hand, and some magical props, let's send them to you first."

At this moment, a task message popped up, and Su Qing immediately replied.

[You trigger the group member task: Xu Huaping's commission 2.] 】

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