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After playing two games of King of War, Qiu Ming quit the game. There was no way. He only started playing this game during the Chinese New Year this year. His level was not as good as that of a primary school student. All his teammates were quarreling at him.

Qiu Ming sat on the bed and began to recite scriptures. When it was dark, Qiu Ming opened his eyes and practiced the family-born skills. Qiu Ming shook his head.

The speed difference is a hundred times that cannot absorb purple air. But Qiu Ming is not in a hurry. It will be great if he enters the cartoon world next time. Now it is better to have more time to recite scriptures.

Even chanting scriptures should not be too much. Master Liu Ruozhuo did not say anything about the combination of work and rest, but told Qiu Ming why those senior brothers always had to go down the mountain to experience it.

One is to help others and accumulate good fortune. The other is to confirm what you have learned, so don’t work behind closed doors.

At around nine o'clock in the morning, Qiu Ming walked out of the house and found a newly opened barber shop on the street. He changed his hair to short hair again. He looked in front of the mirror, and Qiu Ming felt that he was familiar with him was back.

He didn't go back to school, but went to a restaurant, a big hotel in the Ice City, because he could eat snake meat in this restaurant.

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

"Sir, do you want to have a meal or find a friend?" When the waiter saw Qiu Ming dressed in a simple manner, he did not show any contemptuous eyes. Many rich people pretend to be poor these days, and they don't want to lose their jobs. The salary of the waiter in this hotel is no worse than that of some white-collar workers in major companies.

"I read the Internet that you have snake meat in your hotel?"

"That's right, our hotel has a variety of snake meat dishes, including soup, dragon and phoenix balls, dragon and phoenix old fire soup, snake meat old hot pot, salt and salt king snake, sea, land and air pot stew... and other snake meat dishes."

When the waiter introduced these dishes, he opened his mouth and came. After all, this restaurant is called Longfeng Pavilion. Most diners come here for chickens and snakes.

Among these dishes, Qiu Ming had heard of a mixed dragon and phoenix soup, but he had never heard of other dishes. The name of the sea, land and air pot was very interesting. However, this year, a vegetarian cucumber can be called Qinglong Changing, so Qiu Ming didn't plan to order it.

I found a seat inside and sat down, ordered a mixed dragon and phoenix soup, and ordered a fried rice with shrimp. When Qiu Ming was about to finish eating, several guests came to the table next to me, and each of them put down a trophy.

"Teacher Wang is famous this time and actually won this award. The next step is to go to Beijing to compete, right?" a person complimented.

"Hey, this is nothing. It's just a first prize in the province. If you put it nationwide, you may only get a third prize."

"Teacher Wang is humble. Who doesn't know that you are the most proud student of Master Zhao? Master Zhao's Chinese painting is awesome. Although Master Zhao is not a judge this time, it's not to avoid suspicion, and it's not to be optimistic that you can win the big prize."

"Yes, Teacher Wang, you are too modest. Isn't there a saying that being too modest means being proud. After you win the award this time, the personal art exhibition will be exhibited in our gallery, right?"

"Teacher Wang, why don't you draw any picture first and open our eyes to you."

Qiu Ming tilted his head and saw a piece of rice paper on the table over there. Someone took out a brush, inkstone and ink. Are you going to draw a brush?

Qiu Ming really doesn’t know what his level is. It sounds like that. Teacher Wang seems to be very powerful. Take a look and compare it with him.

"Oh, the tiger that Teacher Wang drew is so good." The person next to him complimented.

Qiu Ming couldn't help but laughed out loud. The tm tiger painted like a cat, how could he tell it?

"This little brother, why are you laughing at? I can't draw well?" Teacher Wang looked unhappy. He was enjoying others' praise, and the laughter sounded so harsh to him.

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

But in Teacher Wang's eyes, this action was clearly disdainful. He was the first prize in the province of this Chinese painting competition and was about to participate in the national competition. The teacher was also the most famous Chinese painting master in the country. He was actually looked down upon by a student. How could he tolerate this?

"It seems that you understand Chinese painting, so why don't you draw one?" Teacher Wang stood up directly, walked to Qiu Ming, and handed the brush to Qiu Ming.

Qiu Ming really wanted to try it, what is the effect of painting on good rice paper?

"Oh, then I'll draw any one." Qiu Ming looked up and saw a printing painting of a tiger going down the mountain hanging on the wall of the hotel. He picked up his pen, dipped it in ink, and began to paint.

When he saw that he started dipping ink, Teacher Wang looked disdainful. He was not afraid of dripping on rice paper. This man looked like a rookie, and probably even though he was at home, he dared to show off his skills in front of him.

Several guests next to him also shook their heads. This young man dared to draw Chinese paintings in front of Teacher Wang. Many of Teacher Wang's students were probably ten thousand times better than the young man's paintings.

But soon, the contempt in their eyes disappeared. What's going on? Why did this person draw so quickly and outline the image of a tiger with just a few strokes?

There is also this person who has never dipped ink. Is it enough to make a painting once?

Qiu Ming started writing quickly without thinking at all. From the moment he picked up the pen, he knew where to draw it.

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

What he said was okay, compared with Ma Liang. But in the ears of Teacher Wang and others, the young man's meaning has not been fully utilized yet?!

Yes, I only dipped ink once and had no thoughts, like a casual graffiti, and probably hadn't reached the peak. Those great painters didn't think for a long time and then started writing. And they often took a long time to draw a painting, and some of them took a few years.

Comparing with the painting drawn by Teacher Wang, even if you don’t appreciate it, you can tell who is better. One has no momentum, while the other is full of the momentum of the king of all beasts!

"Sir, this is my business card. Are you interested in cooperating with me? I can sponsor you to hold a personal art exhibition!" A man immediately took out his business card and handed it to Qiu Ming.

Several other people also stood up and took out famous brands. It was already in front of them that this kind of painting could be auctioned if they looked like this!

“Not interested.”

Er, a few people who were still putting their business cards were stunned. Yes, if the other party had such painting skills, they must be from famous artists, and probably had no shortage of connections. They could come to eat here, and they were not short of money to live there. Although they looked average, many of the great painters dressed casually.

Qiu Ming finished the last two bites of fried shrimp rice, got up and paid to leave, and the people began to compete for the painting left by Qiu Ming.

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

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

"Shut up, this is what Teacher Wang invited each other to paint, so this painting should belong to our gallery!"

Seeing this scene, Teacher Wang was very sad, and his good mood to win the award was completely ruined.

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

"Teacher Wang, the young man just now wanted to be your teacher, but his painting skills are far inferior to you. The one you painted is so imposing, and the one he painted is like a cat."

Teacher Wang looked at the imposing painting pointed to by the foreman. It wasn’t it just painted by the young man just now. His painting was actually commented like a cat. At this moment, he became even more melancholy...
Chapter completed!