One person's royal painting

Chapter 30 The Mysterious Old Man
Tengchong.

A city located in the southwestern part of Yunnan Province, where the weather is sunny and warm in winter and spring, and the climate is cool and pleasant with both sunny and rainy summer and autumn. Many people travel here every year!

Wang Bing was naturally one of the many tourists.

As usual, he is still dressed like a traveling painter, and from time to time he finds a place where no one is there to start sketching.

The reason why I came to Tengchong was not because I believed what other people said.

When Wang He killed the three people who were about to attack him in the alley, he extracted the spirits of the three at the same time.

After observing the spirit, Wang probably confirmed that what the man said was correct, there were indeed rumors of natural spirits here in Tengchong.

As for the means of spying on memories...

In this world, there are actually many methods of spying on memory, whether it is Taoist soul searching, wizard's soul arrest, or Gu master's sincerity Gu, all of these can spy on the memory of the person being searched.

It's just that these methods are particularly harmful to aliens.

You think, if the king wants to use the soul arrest, he needs to kill the person first. After the soul turns into a monster after death, the wizard casts a spell to arrest the soul, and finally reads the memory.

Moreover, the memories obtained by killing people are nothing but fragments, and only the most profound obsessions of the original owner will be preserved.

Not to mention the Taoist soul search, which is a means of directly forcibly reading your soul.

Generally, this kind of move is forbidden in Taoism, unless it is absolutely necessary.

And sincerity Gu...

Just let the bugs drill into your brain, how can it be harmless...

Therefore, in terms of efficiency in probing the soul, it is natural that the Lu family's Ming Soul Art is the most famous in the circle.

At the very least, Wang didn't know who in the entire circle of aliens, except the Lu family, could completely copy the memories of other people.

"Yo, young man, you are good at drawing!"

At some point, an old man stood behind Wang Bing. The old man twisted his beard and looked at Wang Bing's paintings kindly.

"Haha, old man, your reputation is too high, my painting skills are not enough!" Wang Bin smiled and replied symbolically.

"Hehe, young man, excessive modesty is hypocrisy!"

The old man smiled and said: "The pen is clever, you have opened the old man's eyes. I think the only ones who can draw this kind of painting are the people who can draw this kind of painting, but the old man really can't think of anyone..."

!!!

Wang Bing's squinted eyes instantly opened a little, and his eyes slightly glanced at the old man beside him.

This old man is very plainly dressed, like an old man in the countryside, but...

A breath of the same kind instantly made Wang Bing more vigilant.

Could this old man be a jerk too... and maybe even a big jerk!

See, there is no apparent grading in this world.

Under normal circumstances, the Inhuman World is only roughly distinguished according to the number of spirits controlled by the scorpion and the strength of the spirits.

Xiaozhi: There are three elves with average strength, and the spirit body does not need to condense into a form.

觋: More than three elves, medium strength, at least one or two elves that can condense into form.

Dagu: More than five elves, powerful, at least four elves that can condense into shape.

Of course, the owner of the Juling Dispatched General is excluded!
The Eight Miracles exist like bugs, and you will never be able to look at these people with the eyes of ordinary strangers.

It's like Wang Ye who mastered Fenghou Qimen. Can you say that his research on art is deeper than that of Chen Jinkui?
That is definitely impossible. He has been immersed in research for many years, and Chen Jinkui is also a big boss after all.

but!
Wang also has Fenghou Qimen, even Chen Jinkui's Liuyao money class can't do anything to him, this is not a BUG, ​​this is what it is.

As the existence of BUG, ​​Wang Bing naturally cannot use the ordinary method of distinction to distinguish, but this does not affect him to classify others.

The old man in front of him is definitely a big deal.

Although the majestic witch breath on his body was suppressed very well, Wang is not the kind of guy who is naturally sensitive to this aspect...

The old man suddenly came to him, so what else could he do?Or is he also full sex?
In an instant, countless conspiracy theories flooded into Wang Bing's mind. He looked at the old man and said with a smile, "I never thought you would know the secret painting boat!"

"Hehe, that's natural, back then..."

The old man suddenly stopped talking halfway through.

He closed his eyes, and said in a slightly deep voice: "Forget it, forget it, it's just an old friend. Back then, I loved painting very much. My old friend taught me a lot about it..."

Hey!
Can you still act so fake?Wang Bing cursed in his heart.

Seeing Wang's unmoved look, the old man coughed lightly and said, "Since you and this old man are predestined, why not talk while drinking? Maybe this old man can give you some pointers on the secret painting!"

Sure enough, the old man saw that his brushwork came from the secret painting boat.

Wang Bing no longer has any major problems with divine painting.

It's just that in the field of secret painting, his progress in secret painting is a bit slow because he still has to learn from Ju Ling's dispatched generals.

So this trip away from home, Wang Bing also focused his training on secret paintings.

……

"I said, didn't you always agree to talk while drinking, why I put it here just to watch you eat!"

In a five-star hotel, Wang Bing held his chin and complained helplessly.

"Eh!"

The old man swallowed a piece of bait, and said: "The 'Dajiujia' in this store is still delicious..."

"Young man, old man, let me tell you, people... Drinking pays attention to artistic conception... Sometimes you can't drink dry... That's not interesting!"

"Yes--"

Wang Bin shrugged and said in a long voice, "So can you always tell me what's wrong with my brushwork?"

"Ugh……"

After the old man took the last mouthful of "Great Rescue", he poured himself a cup of tea and said, "My friend said..."

"..."

After listening to a few sentences, Wang Bing's expression completely fell, he knew what the old man said...

"By the way, the little old man's surname is Zhong, and his single name is Li! I don't know how to call this little friend?"

Zhongli?

Wang Bin raised his head, looked at the old man with a strange expression, and thought to himself: You are not the master who often eats without money in a certain month!
Looking down at the dishes on this table, the corners of Wang Bing's eyes twitched involuntarily. This restaurant is not cheap, and...

This old man ate a lot!

The reason why he was willing to come here for dinner with the old man was because Wang Bing's intuition told him that the old man in front of him knew a lot of things.

The aliens who come to Tengchong at this point are basically for that natural elf.

He, Wang Bing, has just stepped into the circle, and he doesn't know much about some things. Maybe he can try to get some information from this old man.

"White Pond!"

Wang Bin said lightly: "I know what you said, but the boy is a little unclear. Why did you come to Tengchong with such a profound cultivation..."

"Your accent doesn't sound like someone from here!"

"Young man, you are not a local either..." The old man suddenly looked up at Wang Bing, his expression returned to normal.

"Yeah, I like traveling more, walking around, writing and drawing!"

Wang Bin squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "It's you, it's a bit surprising that this small place can attract a big man!"

"Hehe, are all the dolls so powerful these days? This old man thinks he's hiding well!"

(End of this chapter)