Chapter 16 The tide map of the sea

In the morning, the sun is shining brightly.

It's a rare good day to see the sun.

Wu Pengwei sat in the room, washed his face with water, and looked into the mirror for a while.

The eyes are as quiet as water, the bridge of the nose is straight, the cheeks are cut like a knife, and the skin is slightly wheat-colored.

In the mirror is a young but not flamboyant face.

More than half a year has passed. From the coastal city in danger to the king of martial arts in the south, it is not only the distance, but also the growth of the soul.

Today, Wu Pengwei is no longer the teenager who is angry all day long because he can't do his best. He has learned to control himself, think, and control, instead of proving his existence by roaring and desperately.

While learning to be introstrocious, his expression and temperament have also changed greatly.

The childish fluff is gradually fading, replaced by a knife-like outline and angular facial features.

If the Wu clan now stands in front of Wu Pengwei, they will also be surprised by his great changes.

And that day in the restaurant, if Wu Pengwei hadn't admitted it himself, I'm afraid that Wang Yaner would not be sure that the person she saw must be him.

When his face changed, Wu Pengwei's height was also quietly growing.

Unconsciously, the big boy in the mirror has transformed into a slightly heroic teenager.

The only thing that remains unchanged is the belief in my heart to find my mother.

Wu Pengwei wiped his face and walked out of the door.

Outside the door, Aoki is standing with his hands down, his face is dull, but he has a little more vitality than before.

"Morning, Aoki Guardian." Wu Pengwei didn't expect Aoki to come to his door so early.

Aoki bowed and said, "I've met the master. Good morning."

Wu Pengwei didn't expect that Aoki would talk to him like this. He waved his hand with a smile: "Aoki, don't call me master in the future. It's strange. You are a senior in martial arts. I should respect you."

Aoki only said, "One day is the Lord, and the whole life is the Lord."

Wu Pengwei was stunned. Seeing Aoki's persistent look, he said, "But I haven't promised you. Besides, it feels strange enough."

Aoki didn't say much. He just bowed and said, "Aoki has made up his mind. I hope the master can do it."

Wu Pengwei knew that it was useless to persuade, so he could only walk out of the courtyard door with a wry smile.

And Aoki followed Wu Pengwei three steps away.

Three steps, this distance is the distance that can prevent the occurrence of variation and make the best strain treatment, and also the distance in Aoki's mind for his owner.

From then on, until there was a shocking change in the Fenglan mainland in the future, Aoki kept his promise all his life. As long as the danger came, he always guarded three steps behind Wu Pengwei, and the wind and rain remained unchanged.

Out of the post hall, there is still a week before the day of the Wuwang Competition. Everyone is relaxed and feels that they should have a good stroll around Wuwang City. The past few days have been in turmoil, so that everyone is not in the mood to go shopping.

Chen Tian and Tie Zhulang are regular visitors to Wuwang City, so they volunteered to take everyone to play.

Wuwang City is the most important city in the south of the Chu Dynasty, with infinite scenery and a kind of rich prosperity.

Due to the cultivation of martial arts, the Chinese atmosphere in the city is not strong, but there are also many academies and painting halls, and a lot of cars and horses are parked in front of the door.

Wu Pengwei understood the mood of drawing silk and peeling cocoon in the bamboo building of "green shirt freak", and he also had some interest in painting. When there was no one in the middle of the night, he often went to the bamboo building to paint and calm down and adjust his thoughts. After half a year, he has gained a lot.

The group stopped in front of a calligraphy and painting hall called Wenxin Pavilion.

This painting studio has green tiles and white walls, rich vines, and a pair of Kui Xing images symbolizing the prosperity of literature and Taoism in front of the door.

This Kuixing has a ferocious face, a golden face, red hair and ring eyes, and two corners on the top of his head, like a fierce ghost. He holds a scarlet pen in his right hand, holds an ink bucket in his left hand, and his right foot is independent. He is stepping on a big sea under his feet, which means "smonetary".

This is the Kui Xing who is in charge of Wen Dao, but in the martial arts world, he is also the twenty-seventh martial spirit god among the forty-eight martial spirit gods - the golden pen killing spirit god.

The literati offered him, but he asked for a prosperous literary fortune, and the warriors worshipped him, only for a long victory and undefeated.

When you enter the museum, you can see a square courtyard. The square circle is a thousand steps away. The trees in the yard are lush. Although it is a cold winter, the long knots are strong. In the middle of the yard, there are several plums, budding.

The painting hall is bustling with people. In the main hall, a large group of people are gathering there, and they don't know what they are watching.

Wu Pengwei and others were curious and came over.

In the hall, an old man was sitting on the chair of the master with a golden knife. Behind him, there was a picture of the tide of the sea hanging, with a strong brushwork and thousands of weather.

Opposite the old man was standing a Xiushi with a square scarf. Xiushi stood with his hands behind his back, his eyebrows locked, and staring at the picture scroll hanging behind the old man.

The scribes paced back and forth, with a solemn face, as if there were infinite mysteries hidden in the picture scroll.

Wang Qi, who stood behind Wu Pengwei, was the most gossip. He came up and asked a scribe on the onlooker, "Brother, what are you doing?"

The scribe looked nervous: "You don't know that this is a fight!"

"How to fight? What's the fight?" Wang Qi was interested and his eyes were shining.

The scribe glanced at Wang Qi and seemed to be a little impatient, but in a blink of an eye, he saw that the iron wave and Chen Tian beside Wang Qi were both full of ruffians, so he had to say, "This old man is Yan Dongsheng, the first famous calligrapher and painter in the north. Today, he took a famous painting 'Canghai Chaosheng Picture' of Chen Daozi in the previous dynasty, 'Mr. Beidou "You are Taishan in the world of calligraphy and painting, which is famous for copying. Yan Dongsheng took this painting to let 'Mr. Beidou' copy a pair on the spot."

"Mr. Beidou?"

Wu Pengwei frowned. When he was sorting out the notes of the green-shirted freak, he had seen the name in his calligraphy and painting miscellaneous notes. He admired Mr. Beidou, saying that his painting was extraordinary and even implied the principle of martial arts. His literary skills were almost amazing, and he was a rare wonder in the painting world.

In particular, the trend created by "Mr. Beidou" can be called the best in the calligraphy and painting world. When writing, it can copy the true essence of the growth and change of all things. The changes are endless. If the martial artist can get this view, it will be used endlessly.

It's a pity that literati can also hide their secrets, which is more serious than the sect of martial arts, and it is even more difficult to learn secret skills.

The green-shirted monster deeply regrets that he has never seen the general trend and followed the technique.

Thinking of this, Wu Pengwei's heart moved and wanted to fulfill this regret for the green shirt freak.

"Isn't it better to copy a pair?" Wang Qi, who was beside him, said carelessly.

The scribe beside him glanced at him, waved a long fan in his hand, and said with a sneer, "Do you know that this 'Canghai Tide Map' is the first ink treasure in today's calligraphy and painting world. Is it so simple to copy the pattern? Among them, there are mostly 17 different brush strokes alone. Look at the waves overlapping, among them There are a little, rubbing, rubbing, splashing, pressing, and according to the six strokes. Looking at the reef in the wave, it is powerful, and there are even eleven methods. To tell you the truth, it is not so simple to learn one of the literati of our generation.

After saying that, the scribe's fan was closed, and he glanced at several people up and down extremely late, as if he were looking at the local buns: "You are a martial artist. It's normal that you don't understand these elegance. That's all. Why do I say this to you?"

As soon as the corners of his eyes were raised, he was no longer too lazy to look at Wu Pengwei and his party.

Wang Qi was furious. He was used to fighting with others, so he wanted to go up and beat people, but was stopped by Wu Pengwei.

It has changed in the field.

Mr. Beidou's face was solemn, and he walked around in front of the painting. Obviously, he was extremely irritable.

The hanging eyebrows and triangular eyes growing in the severe winter look like a mean and ingratitude. He moistened his throat, picked up the teacup in front of him and took a sip of tea, and then asked slowly, "Mr. Beidou, can you see the true meaning in this picture?"

Mr. Beidou just walked back and forth without saying a word.

Yan Dongsheng sneered: "Well, I heard that the 'Mr. Beidou' of Wenxin Pavilion is famous all over the world. He is famous for his paintings. Recently, he is about to be summoned to the imperial capital by the current emperor. I was in charge of the ceremonial department. I thought it should be so erudite, but now at first sight, it's nothing more than that. Alas, it's really a famous."

After saying that, he brushed his sleeves again, took out a dark brush from his arms, and said loudly, "This is the name and artifact cast by the Yunhuang Mo family. It is the collection of Chen Daozi, a master in the painting world of the previous dynasty. It is rumored that although the painting of this pen will not take shape for thousands of years, although it is not worth a city, it can be said that it is worth a city. This Wuwang City There are many rich people in China. As long as they shake their arms, they are not afraid that they can't sell a good price. Today, as long as anyone can copy Chen Daozi's 'Canghai Chaosheng Picture', I will give this to him.

Everyone was moved. For these Confucian disciples, the things of the former pilgrims were more than a thousand taels of gold, and even more.

For a while, people's voices were boiling.

Only Wu Pengwei in the crowd shook his head and said to several people beside him, "This old man pretends to be generous and a little fishy."

Yan Dongsheng saw that everyone was salivating, and he was also very proud. He was shrewd. How could these guys copy the true essence of Chen Daozi? There are many techniques in the "Canghai Tide Map", and many angles must be written through accurate calculations.

In the past, Chen Daozi was a generation of arithmetic masters, especially good at calculating layout. This "Canghai Tide Map" is his peak work.

Now that he pretends to be generous, he is just sure that no one can copy the true essence of this picture.

"However, if no one in Wuwang City can copy this painting, then..." Yan Dongsheng deliberately paused, looked at the "Mr. Beidou" with a pale face, pointed to a plaque hanging in the middle of the hall and said with a smile, "This plaque should be changed to its owner."

The disciples of "Mr. Beidou" were furious.

The four big characters "double calligraphy and painting" are engraved on this plaque, which is mentioned by the emperor himself today. It is of far-reaching significance, and the value is more than Liancheng. Yan Dongsheng opened his mouth and came to this plaque, almost losing the face of "Mr. Beidou".

Yan Dongsheng first deliberately took out the relics of the painting saint Chen Daozi, pretended to be generous, and then pretended to be strong and far-reaching.

The literati have a good face. "Mr. Beidou" in the painting of Taishan Beidou, how has he ever been so insulted? He will attack on the spot, and he has to try to copy it even if he doesn't lose face.

But at this moment, a beautiful brunette teenager came out of the crowd and said loudly, "I want to copy and experiment."

Yan Dongsheng was stunned at first, glanced at Wu Pengwei up and down, and then became furious.