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There is a stone platform by the inkstone pond in the ink garden, and the old gentleman is playing with mud, his long beard is divided into two strands, braided into a neat braid, tied behind his head with his hair, his loose sleeves reach his elbows, he wears glasses, and looks very serious. Look at this book - chapters, come to the novel without pop-ups-Mnet, the first release of the latest chapters!

"Grandpa, you really want to keep her. "The young man who was ordered by his father to take care of and accompany his grandfather mixed it into colored clay with white ash powder and colored water, and the corners of his mouth skimmed vigorously.

"Hmm. Mr. Qing concentrated on pinching out the mud ball and wanted a rough outline.

"Mom and Dad said that you are not allowed to take in things of unknown origin, including people. The young man accidentally poured too much red paint, and the colored clay was too thin, so he hurriedly added plaster.

"She is a disciple in the room, she verified it on the Internet yesterday, and she has no unknown origin, don't talk nonsense to your parents. "Mr. Qing used a soft knife to modify the mud, and the outline gradually took shape, it was a lying wolf.

"Grandpa, don't say you didn't see it, the wolf next to her is not a pet, it is a bionic robot wolf that only exists in a third-level civilization, and it is not the top family, so she can't get it at all. The young man moved the red mud that was a little large to the side and adjusted the yellow mud, "The owner of Zhiyuan Gallery sent me a letter last night, asking me to take care of her, and the 3,000-year-old ancient paintings will be sent." Last time, Uncle Xiao also said that Zhiyuan Gallery was selling dark works behind it, and it was on a large scale, but the Imperial Security Department couldn't find any evidence...... Anyway, her identity is very troublesome, and Momiji is not her real name, so let's send her away. ”

"My disciple is her, not her family. "The mud wolf under Mr. Qing gradually appeared, with a nose, eyes, ears, claws, and tail.

"But it's going to be a problem. The young man pouted.

The door of the ink garden opened silently, and Sang Sang carried a small basket. The big white wolf walked in with a big basket in his mouth, one after the other, and his eyes did not need to search, but looked directly at the two people playing with mud by the inkstone pool.

"I'm back. Teacher, Qing Si. ”

"Ah...... Ha, what are you buying?Is there a market nearby?" The young man looked up at the sky. When he went out, the message time was half past six, and now it is less than eight o'clock, and he remembers going to the supermarket to enter the city.

"Well, I went shopping during my morning exercise and bought it back by the way. There is a small market in the back street of Danqing College, which is all fresh native vegetables produced by people in the neighborhood. Sang Sang handed the basket to the humanoid robot nanny who came to pick it up," I heard Huang Lao and them say yesterday. The teacher eats nutritious meals every day, although it is nutritious, but the taste is easy to get tired, if there are conditions, it is better to eat the original ecological food. ”

Qing Xi was stunned.

Mr. Qing was happy.

"Little Momiji come here. Lao Shi said that playing with mud is good for finding inspiration, so you can try it too. Don't waste paint in front of me, go and feed me the rabbits. ”

"The rabbit was taken away by Grandpa Huang early in the morning, saying that he wanted to observe the great natural birth process and look for maternal love or something...... "Qing Xi moved his buttocks, gave up his position to Sang Sang, and gave her a ball of red mud by the way.

Sangsang didn't sit down, "Teacher." Go wash your hands, it's time for breakfast, and so are you. ”

Qing Xi watched Sang Sang enter the bamboo building and pouted: "Grandpa, look, it's only the first day." And she commanded thee against the Lord. He must be an aristocrat, and he doesn't know how to do whatever he wants. ”

"I remember that you have learned the ideological and moral lessons, and you have forgotten to respect the old and love the young? Mr. Qing took the unfinished clay sculpture and put it into the isolation cover, got up and clapped his hands: "Don't be careful, grandpa won't send you back just because you have her." ”

"Who worries about this. "Qing Xi will be early in the morning and a few colored clay together.

"Huh?" Mr. Qing glanced at him, his eyes clear, as if he had read his thoughts.

Qing Xi tilted her head, her ears were hot, and she muttered in a low voice: "Grandpa, you look up to her too much, what is the thirteen-year-old Shenbi Award winner, grandpa, you got it at the age of twelve, and the gold content is much higher than hers, maybe she got it by dredging the organizing committee at home......"

"Qingxi, jealousy can make reason lose control, which is not good. Her mind painting realm is higher than yours, this is the truth. Why can't a gifted hardworking child be better than you? You can't hope that there is no one better than you in the world, you can only make yourself the best. ”

Mr. Qing's voice sounded, and Qing Xi's face turned white.

"Grandpa, you said I was unique. ”

Mr. Qing smiled: "Yes, everyone is unique, including you." ”

"It's time to eat. Sang Sang stood at the door and shouted, "I made green vegetable vermicelli and Wang Hutchison's sauced beef." ”

Mr. Qing took three steps and made two steps, the speed was not like that of the old man, and the young man rubbed his head and rubbed over.

"It's delicious, and it tastes so different from a nutritious meal. After eating a bowl, Mr. Qing glanced at the pot on the table.

"If you can't eat too much, your stomach will not be able to stand it. Sangsang stopped.

"It's okay, if it's broken, I'll change it. Mr. Qing was unmoved.

"Pen and ink are making cakes, you have to save your stomach and eat dessert later. Sangsang took the pot away, so that he could not see it.

"Does Pen and Ink have this program?" Mr. Qing wondered.

"No, Bimo is a third-generation smart nanny, mainly cleaning up the room, as well as caring for flowers and plants, etc., and cooking can only make nutritious meals. Qing Xi interjected, green food is indeed better than synthetic, but the price is also very expensive.

"I upgraded her with my own card. Sangsang said as a matter of course.

The machine nanny upgrade is very troublesome, and the money required is enough to buy a new fourth-generation product, which is a waste.

"I'll just say it's a nobleman, all evils ......" The young man was swept away by his grandfather's sight and disappeared.

The cake was delicious, and Mr. Qing was very satisfied, and then he handed over the household card to Sangsang. As a master of healing, although he spent more money to buy this and that, he was not enough to rely on his apprentices to support him. Green food is very expensive, but only half of the money from the auction of the next painting is donated, which is enough to eat luxuriously for a year and a half.

Sang Sang took the card under Qing Xi's threatening gaze, but her money was several zeros more than on the card, and Mr. Qing lived a simple life, and she did not plan to use the other party's pension.

Mr. Qing's disciple is a little girl, this matter is very lively in Danqing Valley, and the disciple inherits not only painting skills but also ideas.

Hand-painted this thing. Really pay attention to talent, some people can learn for ten years and surpass others for a hundred years. Even if he saw a lot of geniuses, Sangsang's ink and blue paintings were revealed, and the realm of heart painting had already touched the threshold of painting born from the heart. Looking at Sangsang's age again, several other masters who lived in the same Danqing Valley were still a little blushing.

Mr. Qing was very proud.

Qing Xi found that in addition to him, several other master students or children and grandchildren in Danqing Valley were compared. Even if he wasn't compared, he couldn't win because of his age, and he suddenly felt a lot of psychological balance.

And Sangsang, who successfully made Mr. Qing very face-saving in front of his friends, also got a meeting gift, but she found that her life was off the predetermined track.

Eleven years earlier, Mr. Qing seemed to be much more lively than he remembered. I rarely stay in the studio all day, planting flowers and grass and playing with small animals, and I don't even spend much time in the ink garden.

Well, maybe this is the nature of Mr. Qing, otherwise he wouldn't have gone to Blue Star to sketch with an old bone. The old man in my memory. Because of old age and frailty, I have to stay at home all the year round, and when I am bored, I can only draw to relieve my boredom.

"Little red leaves, don't nest in the studio, it will wear out your spirituality. Come, clay sculptures can find inspiration. ”

"Come on, you'll find that playing with mud is a very elegant thing. ”

Mr. Qing played with the mud seriously, and Qing Xi pursed the corners of his mouth and smiled gloatingly.

Sangsang poked the mud ball and pinched it into a small gold.

"Little Momiji. Why are you nesting in the studio again, your painting skills are almost the same, just practice every day and don't let your hands change, the painter is not locked in the room and copying other people's works. Come, go up the mountain to sketch, it helps to find inspiration. ”

"Come on. You will find that sketching actually has a name called wild travel. ”

Five or six old people, with their disciples and escort rescue robots, etc., coaxed more than a dozen people to go up the mountain, talking about the old contradictions of Chen sesame seeds and rotten millet along the way, occasionally calling friends to pick mushrooms and picking wild fruits, encountering a suspended tourist car flying at low altitude, waving their hands to greet them warmly, and then singing a five-tone incomplete mountain song on the halfway of the cloud mountain fog cover, scaring small animals, laughing and laughing, more active than young people.

At the top of the mountain, the robot laid out a blanket, a group of people sat down to fight chess, picnics, monkeys and birds, and the only people who really set up easels to sketch were those apprentices who had not been mastered.

Sangsang's easel was next to Qing Si, in fact, Qing Si didn't want the two of them side by side, but Mr. Qing asked for this, and he couldn't help it.

"Teacher, they don't draw?"

Sang Sang looked to the side, it was Mr. Qing who beckoned the monkey and teased the bird, and he also asked the monkey to make trouble with the person who played chess.

"I'm painting, but I'm painting in my heart. "The students of Shi Lao nearby came over, older than Sangsang, younger than Qingxi, a girl, it is said to be very talented, half a foot has stepped into the threshold of the entrance to heart painting, but the performance is unstable. Before Sangsang came, she was the only one among the young people who could compare with Qingsi. "When we reach the realm of teachers, we can also draw with our hearts, rather than with a pen. If nothing else, maybe Sister Momiji will be the first to step into that realm. ”

This sounds like a boast, but it's actually hatred!

Sang Sang saw that Qing Si's face was even more stinky, and the few people next to him looked at Sang Sang with a fighting spirit.

Obviously, Danqing is an elegant art, why is everyone's sense of victory and defeat so important?

However, she took on the challenge.

Sang Sang smiled sweetly, his eyes were clear and hazy, innocent: "Thank you Sister Su for your support, I will increase my energy and strive to become a master like the teacher as soon as possible." ”

Qing Xi saw that Liu Wu's smile stiffened, and the corners of her mouth twitched. Well, if grandpa has one more disciple who has entered the room, and he overpowers Danqinggu's former young genius and becomes the head of the new generation of geniuses, then in addition to him, there is also Liu Wu who will be hit the hardest. They are all family and educated, and they have been talented since they were children, and they have been specially recruited by Danqing Academy and become the first in the academy, so they are fortunate to study with the national treasure-level masters.

"Your name is Momiji, and I wish you to surpass Momiji Master in the future. Liu Fu pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled, returned to his place, and sharpened the ink.

"I'm afraid that people with the same name don't have the same fate. Master Momiji is an immortal in the clouds, and we haven't even begun to explore the healing array diagram, and the gap is too big. What's more, the teacher said that in terms of painting skills, Master Momiji is not the top, but there is a healing ability bonus, and there is a super healing painting. And the healing ability is hard to come by, and basically no one can surpass the Momiji master. Huang Lao's student whispered.

"People always have dreams, and who knows the future. It's better to try than to give up in the first place. Qing Xi argued, how to say that Xiao Hongye is also a disciple of his grandfather, and he can't be bullied by outsiders.

Sangsang had already polished the ink and tried the pen on the paper, but the fog on the top of the mountain was heavy, and the dryness and humidity of the painting were difficult to grasp. I wanted to open the energy shield to remove too much moisture from the air, but unfortunately Mr. Qing disagreed, saying that mastering the proportion of ink in different environments is also very important.

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