One person's royal painting

Chapter 117 Meetings and Encounters

In 2012, the capital.

It's been a few years since the last time I was here!Wang Bin sighed inwardly.

According to the old man's request this time, he will attend the meeting as an escort.

This time the matter is a bit special, logically speaking, everyone will come to the meeting, which of course includes the one on Longhu Mountain, because Mr. Lu Jin personally went to Longhu Mountain to invite this person out.

As for Grandma Guan from the Northeast...

Well, no one dares to mess with this old aunt. She doesn't want to come out, and no one can do anything to her.

But the old lady represents the lineage of wizards after all, for this reason, Mu You, the shopkeeper of Jianghu Inn, also went there in person.

As for Chen Jinkui, it was natural to invite Master Jiekong, the representative of Buddhism.

"These three ancestors are really..."

After learning about this, Wang Bing also shook his head with a wry smile. The three of them don't like to participate in things in the circle. Every time the Nine Guys need to get together for a meeting, the three (Wang, Lu, Lu ) and the Three Potentials (Shuzimen, Jianghu Xiaozhan, Suguge)

But you must know that Taoists, Buddhists, and wizards are the three largest forces in the country.

The venue for this meeting was set in a park.

At this moment, there are already several figures seated among them.

"Hehehe... It seems that the old man is not the first to arrive!"

Wang Ai came in with a smile, Muyou stood up and cupped his hands at Wang Ai after seeing it, "Patriarch Wang!"

"Hehe, shopkeeper Mu is polite! Sit down!" Wang Ai waved his hand with a smile.

On the other side, Feng Zhenghao also stood up and said, "Patriarch Wang!"

"Hehe, President Feng is polite, sit down, don't stand! This old man doesn't pay attention to these things!" Wang Ai's attitude towards Feng Zhenghao became more indifferent.

As for the reason...

Firstly, Feng Zhenghao is the descendant of those people in Jiashen after all; secondly, after all, the Feng family was preserved by the Wang family, so Wang Ai naturally wouldn't look at him directly, besides, this meeting was mainly aimed at Feng Zhenghao.

……

Outside the door, Wang Bing also habitually took out his easel, found a place with fewer people, and started painting.

This place is not far from the meeting place. Just as Wang Bing finished the line draft, a figure slowly appeared beside him, followed by a burst of exclamation, "Hey! Such an exquisite line draft..."

Hearing this, the pen in Wang Bing's hand paused slightly. Although he was prepared in his heart, this was the first time he saw the Feng family, and the person who came was Feng Zhenghao's youngest son, Feng Xingtong.

"Are you..." Wang Bing stopped the waving pencil in his hand, turned his head and asked.

"Haha, I'm sorry, I just sighed when I saw this brother's painting is so detailed."

Feng Xingtong scratched his head embarrassingly, and introduced himself: "Hello, my name is Feng Xingtong, a cadre of the Tianxiahui, I don't know what you call my brother?"

……

Wang Bing just looked at Feng Xingtong quietly, which made Feng Xingtong a little uncomfortable.

"How did you find out that I am a stranger?" Wang Bing asked curiously.

You must know that when a foreigner does not use energy, he is no different from an ordinary person, but this Feng Xingtong was able to find himself in the crowd, and even reported that he was a cadre of the Tianxiahui.

The Tianxiahui is only called that in the circle, but it is generally called the Tianxia Group among ordinary people.

"what?"

Feng Xingtong was taken aback for a moment, but then smiled and said: "That's right, I have learned some strange medical skills, so I can see the difference in the movement of energy in each person's body!"

"Although a foreigner looks the same as an ordinary person from the outside when he doesn't use Qi Jin, but from the perspective of the meridians, this is not the case. This is why I can detect that you are a foreigner, brother!"

"Is that so..."

Wang Bing was a little taken aback. After all, you and he don't know much about medical arts, so out of politeness, I introduced myself: "Wang Family, Wang Bing!"

!!!

After hearing that Wang Bing came from the Wang family, Feng Xingtong was obviously taken aback.

Apparently, he also didn't expect that if he memorized it a little bit, the strangers he met would be the Wang family.

For the Wang family...

Feng Xingtong has also heard a lot. The reason why his father didn't become a boss last time is that Wang Ai owes a lot of his "credit".

This is so embarrassing.

Naturally, Wang Bing also noticed that Feng Xingtong's emotions were somewhat complicated, and asked lightly: "I wonder if this Mr. Feng is still busy? The painting on my side has not been completed yet..."

Wang Bing issued an order to evict guests, and he didn't bother to break up with Feng Xingtong.

However, this can be regarded as following Feng Xingtong's wishes.

"Okay, okay, then I won't bother..." After finishing speaking, Feng Xingtong turned around and left.

"It's kind of interesting..."

After seeing Feng Xingtong walking away, Wang Bing slowly opened his squinted eyes, looking at Feng Xingtong's back.

This kid is a little different from what I thought.

Originally, Wang didn't think that Feng Xingtong would say something belittling or ridiculing. After all, he suppressed his father for so long, and finally failed...

But the kid didn't say anything, just turned around and left. It could be seen that this kid was Feng Zhenghao's promising junior, and he had put a lot of thought into his education.

"This Feng family is really troublesome..." Wang Bing shook his head.

only……

Did you underestimate the background of the Wang family?

Just when Wang Bing turned around and was about to continue painting, cold sweat broke out on his forehead instantly.

What a strong momentum!
This momentum is definitely not something that ordinary people can exude!

Could it be that Zhang Zhiwei is here, it shouldn't be!
The old man should have practiced to the point of returning to the basics...

In terms of momentum, it should appear restrained.

The next moment, a cloud of shadow suddenly appeared behind Wang Bing, directly covering Wang Bing and his paintings.

Wang Bing turned his head subconsciously and saw a strong man like an iron tower looking at him with his hands in his pockets.

Do not!To be precise, I looked at my own paintings.

His square face with Chinese characters and his bronzed skin make it hard to recognize who it is.

Na Ruhu, the owner of the ancient pavilion and one of the two heroes.

At this moment, Na Ruhu is staring at Wang Bing's painting with his eyes like copper bells.

"The painting is not bad!" Na Ruhu said slowly, and just left this sentence, and walked into the crowd.

……

Such a strong sense of oppression!

This is Wang Bing's most intuitive feeling. At the moment when Ruhu appeared, Wang Bing had already thought of countless ways to fight in his mind.

It's a pity, without exception... Wang felt that it was unrealistic to defeat this man with his current methods.

Under the premise of using gold essence and fire essence, it should be no problem to draw a tie in a short period of time, but if it enters the follow-up stage...

hard...

During this period of time, Wang Bing also used a lot of manpower and material resources to find the whereabouts of the other three natural elves, but unfortunately there is no result yet.

As for Xiaozhan, Wang Bing also had to postpone.

"Really, heroes are so strong, what kind of realm should that be!"

Wang Bing shook his head, turned around, collected himself, and continued to paint.

As for the meeting room, with the arrival of Lu Ci, Chen Jinkui, Master Jiekong, and Na Ruhu, only Lu Jin and Zhang Zhiwei were left in the room.

"Old Heavenly Master, I told you to leave early, but you insist! It's all right now, we are probably the last ones to arrive, and then the group of people in the room should blame us again!"

Not long after, Lu Jin's voice came from outside, and it seemed that the posture was meant to be heard by the people in the room.

"Old Lu, you can vote on behalf of the old man for this kind of thing, why do you have to drag me..."

Then came the voice of an old man.

(End of this chapter)