My friends are gods

Chapter 212 Practice hard and find a disciple for me
Originally, Wang Peide thought that Song Qiming would behave like this.

But now, this kind of performance appeared on him, which he did not expect.

He tried his best to control his emotions and try not to be shocked.

But he... can't do it!
The wall was smashed out of the fist mark, and it was restored!

With a light touch of the palm, the fist print was completely repaired.

This is too perverted, right?
Everyone knows that destroying something is far more difficult than fixing it.

But Song Qiming did it so lightly, and asked himself not to destroy public property.

The corner of Wang Peide's mouth twitched fiercely.

Never expected that Mr. Song is that awesome master.

In the eyes of others, my three-legged cat is probably a scum, right?

Thanks to myself, I still feel that I am particularly awesome!
Thinking of this, Wang Peide felt ashamed and wanted to dive into the ground.

What a shame!

No wonder Mr. Song was not shocked at all that he was a master. It turned out that he was the real master.

"Keep working hard."

Patting Wang Peide on the shoulder, Song Qiming smiled and said, "Besides this matter, do you have anything else to say?"

"No... no."

The corner of Wang Peide's mouth twitched.

Originally, I thought that if Mr. Song had something, I could help him.

Now it seems……

Damn, even if I have something to do, Mr. Song can't have something to do if I was beaten to death!
Repairing broken items with a wave of hands, with such strength, what can I do to help?

"Since there's nothing wrong, I'm leaving."

Song Qiming chuckled, suddenly thought of something, and said, "If you have time, you can find some people with better cultivation talents and recommend them to me."

Anyway, they all want to recruit disciples, and one person must be no better than two people in recruiting disciples.

Simply, let Wang Peide also pay attention.

"Uh, okay."

Wang Peide was stunned for a moment, then nodded again and again.

He almost said to accept me.

But his master is a god after all, so he didn't say this.

After finishing speaking, Wang Peide pondered for a while, and asked, "Mr. Song, did you know something from the beginning, so you helped me?"

Combined with Song Qiming's current strength, and thinking about how well Song Qiming treated him back then, Wang Peide finally determined that Song Qiming definitely treated him purposefully.

After all, how could it be such a coincidence?
Song Qiming smiled and nodded without denying it.

Wang Peide smiled wryly.

Sure enough!

At the beginning, he still felt that Song Qiming was plotting against him, but now it seems that he was completely overthinking.

and……

If Song Qiming hadn't been there, I'm afraid I wouldn't have become Tieguai Li's heir.

Thinking of this, Wang Peide bowed deeply to Song Qiming, and said gratefully: "Thank you, Mr. Song."

"Not worth mentioning."

Song Qiming smiled and waved his hands, and didn't take this as any credit, after all, he also took advantage of Tieguai Li.

"Since there is nothing wrong, I'm leaving, you should practice hard."

Smiling slightly, after Song Qiming finished speaking, his figure slowly became unreal until it disappeared.

In front of Wang Peide, there is no need to hide one's strength.

I am Cao!

Wang Peide was stunned, his whole body trembled violently, and the corner of his mouth twitched violently.

Is this gone?
Just leave now?

This is too perverted, isn't it?
Wang Peide was dumbfounded, and once again refreshed his understanding of Song Qiming's strength.

Could it be that Mr. Song is a man among gods?

For a moment, countless thoughts and doubts flashed through Wang Peide's mind.

……

After Song Qiming left, he came directly to the main entrance of the Haizhou Calligraphy Association.

into it.

Inside the Calligraphy Association, there are many famous scripts hanging around the walls.

In addition to ancient handwriting, there are also modern fonts.

And Song Qiming's font is impressively listed.

After the calligraphy competition, the Calligraphy Association and the Art Association competed for Song Qiming's authentic work. In the end, the Calligraphy Association took it over and hung it on the wall for people to watch.

When Song Qiming saw this font, he couldn't help but shook his head with a smile.

Obviously it hasn't been long, but it feels like something happened a long time ago.

It may be that during this time, I have experienced too many things.

Song Qiming turned his eyes slightly, but found an acquaintance—Xu Qingfeng.

At this moment, Xu Qingfeng was observing the writing on the wall, and didn't notice Song Qiming.

After the calligraphy competition ended, Xu Qingfeng was also included in the Calligraphy Association. At this time, I don't know if he came to report or simply came to appreciate it.

"Mr. Song."

At this time, a middle-aged man with glasses walked up to Song Qiming and called out.

Song Qiming turned his head, looked at the middle-aged man, who didn't look familiar, and asked, "Who are you?"

"I'm a member of the Calligraphy Association. I saw you here, so I came to greet you." The middle-aged man said respectfully.

In this world, regardless of any industry, the best will always come first.

Among the Calligraphy Association, it is no exception.

Even though the member of the Calligraphy Association has a relatively high status, when facing Song Qiming, he still respects him very much, just like a student meeting a teacher.

This is the benefit of strength.

"Hello." Song Qiming smiled at the committee member, stretched out his hand and shook it.

The committee member smiled and said, "My name is Guo Ping. It's a great honor to know Mr. Song. I used to watch the video of Mr. Song's competition. I have been fascinated by you for a long time. I finally got my wish and met Mr. Song."

"Mr. Guo is absurd." Song Qiming said modestly.

Guo Ping hurriedly said: "What I'm telling is the truth, and it's definitely not a false praise. To say something that offends others, I think Mr. Song is the number one calligrapher in the world, and other people, even if they are the second, are also the best." Less than half of Mr. Song's level."

These words are indeed extremely offensive.

If some narrow-minded calligraphers hear it, they will not only teach Guo Ping a lesson, but also hold a grudge against Song Qiming. I don't know whether Guo Ping is flattering, but I really feel so.

Song Qiming smiled and shook his head, still humble.

"Eh!"

At this time, a surprised voice came, "Song Qiming, why are you here?"

It was Xu Qingfeng who finally saw Song Qiming at this moment, and was a little surprised.

She moved lightly, walked up to Song Qiming quickly, and said, "Just now I was discussing your handwriting with other people, and I found that the more exquisite your handwriting is, the more you feel that your handwriting has something that other people don't have. Charm, now that I think about it, I haven't even learned one-tenth of the calligraphy experience you gave me."

(End of this chapter)