One person's royal painting

Chapter 3 Mysterious Paintings
"Yes!"

Wang Zhongshu pulled Wang and sat beside him, and said: "Sit, sit, sit! Your father, I will tell you well, our family's art of painting."

After seeing Wang Bing sitting beside him, Wang Zhongshu began to say: "You must know that there are two schools of painting, one is divine painting, and the other is secret painting!"

"Secret painting and divine painting?"

Wang Bing thought for a while, he really had never heard of these two unique schools of the Wang family, after all, he hadn't read many comics, and he had almost forgotten the following plots.

"Yes! The secret painting is inherited from your second grandfather, and your grandfather's side is the magic painting!"

Wang Zhongshu explained: "And I communicated with your grandfather recently..."

"Xiao Bing! Firstly, you are a different person, and your sensitivity to qi is much higher than your sister Xiaona; secondly, recently, I have often heard people say that you practice Jinggong well, so I think you can try to start learning... ..." Although Wang Zhongshu was explaining, Wang Bing could still feel the excitement in his tone.

Isn't it just to learn a unique family skill, what's so exciting about it...

Seeing Wang Bing's dull look, Wang Zhongshu was also a little nervous. His son is very precious to the old man!
If he doesn't want to learn, no one can force him, but there is an unwritten rule in the Wang family, that is, the head of the Wang family must be "smart".

Although he, Wang Zhongshu, is a stranger, but in terms of aptitude...that's really awesome.

It's not that he hasn't learned Shentu before, it's just that it's too difficult.

If you want to paint a painting, you need to hit the three aspects of Qi and Qi to achieve the level of using Qi to control ink.

A little carelessness will fail!

If Wang Bing learned to master Shentu, with his status as the eldest grandson and the old man's love, it would be a proper matter for the Patriarch of the Wang family.

Of course, it doesn't mean that if Wang Bing becomes the head of the family all at once, there must be a transition. As for who will make the transition!

Isn't it obvious, it's Wang Zhongshu!
Seeing Wang was not moved, a drop of sweat dripped from Wang Zhongshu's forehead, he persuaded: "Xiao Bing, I think you like looking at those paintings..."

"Don't you want to be a painter? Let me tell you that this unique skill is not difficult. As long as you like painting, it's easy to master..."

Wang Bing thought for a while and said, "Father, I'll go back to the house and think about it. You suddenly told me that, I..."

When Wang Zhongshu saw that Wang didn't want to give himself an answer immediately, he was also a little helpless.

There is no way, this little bastard is covered by the old man, he is a fart in front of Wang Ai!Wang also said that he didn't want to learn, and no one could help him!

"Okay, okay! I'm in a hurry."

Wang Zhongshu shook his head and said, "Okay, don't worry, just think about it slowly! By the way, I haven't asked you how your school day was today..."

"..."

After chatting with his father for a while, Wang Bing went upstairs and returned to his room...

After closing the bedroom door, Wang Bing threw his schoolbag aside and lay down on the bed in a large font, chanting "God painting" and "secret painting" all the time!
As if thinking of something, he picked up a pencil and a piece of white paper from the desk, and prepared to try to draw a picture according to the way he used to draw in his previous life.

After all, this craft has been put aside by him for a long time, and it is unknown whether it can be brought up again.

But just when he finished two strokes, the darkest experience in his previous life flooded his brain again, and the hand holding the paintbrush began to tremble!
"Really, I still can't forget..."

After Wang put the pencil on the table, the whole person began to meditate with five hearts facing the sky, and at the same time began to turn their Wang family's mind method far away!

Gradually, Wang Bing's restless heart began to calm down...

This is what Zhuge Qing said in Biyou Village, "quietness", the state of being free from life and joy.

squeak!
The door of Wang Bing's bedroom was pushed open again, Wang Ai walked in with a cane, looked at Wang Bing who was sitting on the bed, and nodded, without saying anything...

But the next moment, he was attracted by the unfinished stick figure that Wang Bing put on the table.

He carefully picked up the painting and took a look at it. His originally squinted eyes widened a lot now.

He looked at Wang Bing who was meditating in surprise, with a wonderful expression on his face...

Leaning on crutches, he slowly came to the door, and gently closed the door of Wang Bingdi's room.

"Father..."

Wang Zhongshu, who was standing outside the door, was about to say something when Wang Ai glared at him, and Wang Zhongshu stopped talking for a moment...

Wang Ai waved his hand lightly to signal Wang Zhongshu to follow him.

When the two left Wang Zhongshu's house and walked to the corridor, Wang Ai suddenly became happy, "Hahaha..."

"Old man..." Wang Zhongshu carefully stepped forward to support Wang Ai.

"Don't help me, old man, I'm not too weak to walk!" Wang Ai said.

Wang Zhongshu ignored the old man's words, still supported Wang Ai, and asked with some doubts: "What are you laughing at?"

"I laugh that the unique skills of our Wang family can finally be passed on!" Wang Ai said with a smile.

"Ah?" Wang Zhongshu was taken aback.

"Humph!"

Wang Ai glanced at Wang Zhongshu very ironically and said, "Take a look, all of you are staring at Juling and dispatching generals! How many people in our Wang family know the unique skills?"

"I……"

Wang Zhongshu really couldn't refute these words, Wang Ai was telling the truth, except for the old man of the two rooms, no one knew about Mihua and Shentu!
If you want to say that Wang Ai is not in a hurry, it is impossible!

Now that I am still able to hold on, if I really want to die one day, what will the Wang family do?
But when he saw a draft drawn by Wang Bing casually, Wang Ai's vicious eyes naturally saw the way.

This is definitely not the brushwork that a child in elementary school should know, but he can't explain why Wang Bing knows this kind of brushwork, after all, Wang Bing has followed him since he was a child.

I know exactly what he has done, and the only thing I can explain now is that Wang does not have this kind of talent, and the talent is not low!
This surprising discovery instantly excited Wang Ai's heart.

"Zhongshu..." Wang Ai said suddenly.

"Father!"

When Wang Zhongshu saw Wang Ai calling him, he quickly lowered his head to signal that he was listening.

"About Bing'er, I heard you told the boss that you want him to follow the boss to learn magic painting!" Wang Ai asked.

"Yes, old man, look..."

Before Wang Zhongshu finished speaking, Wang Ai interrupted directly: "Just the little ink on the big belly, how dare you teach others? Don't mislead your son!"

"That……"

"Bing'er, learn from me directly from tomorrow!" Wang Ai waved his hand.

!!!

Wang Zhongshu looked at Wang Ai in disbelief. He seemed to have heard the old man say that Wang should learn from him just now?Just kidding, how many years has the old man closed his pen...

"What! What do you mean by that look in your eyes?"

Wang Ai looked at the bewildered Wang Zhongshu and said, "Look at how promising you are. If you have learned all the magic and secret paintings, you still use the old man to teach them?"

!!!

At this moment, Wang Zhongshu's pupils froze for a moment. What did the old man mean by this, that he planned to pass on both the "magic painting" and "secret painting" to Wang Bing?
　How could Wang Ai not take over the inheritance of the "Secret Painting" if he is so greedy!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)