Chapter 3 Alien Painter

In the Zizhu Post Hall, Wu Pengwei is copying several purple bamboos standing in the courtyard.

He wrote softly and smiled at the corners of his eyes, as if he was not painting, but chatting with his friends. The pen in his hand was ups and downs. Like spirituality, it interwoven with the outline of purple thick bamboos. These bamboos have bowl mouths and smooth surfaces. A painting actually integrates these expressions into it.

"Huh..."

Wu Pengwei exhaled a breath of turbidity, and the depression in his chest opened. He closed his eyes and adjusted his breath for a long time. Only then did he get rid of all the injuries he suffered during the test with Zen Qinglei.

Two days ago, the comparison with Chan Qinglei was almost the same strength. Strictly speaking, Wu Pengwei was still weak.

Purely in terms of the power of qi and blood, Zen Qinglei is in the fifth level of the martial soul, while Wu Pengwei only has the fourth level. In terms of martial arts, the "silent big hand seal" is equivalent to the unfinished skill of water and fire, but the former is far more subtle than the latter.

In summary, Wu Pengwei has always been weak.

Even if Wu Pengwei has the superior wisdom and computing ability to measure the moves of others, Zen Qinglei's attack was unsolved in the last hit purely with strength at that time.

This is not that Wu Pengwei's brain is not calculating fast enough, but that the silence is very mysterious, and the other party's strength is comparable to his. In a hurry, it is difficult to judge the mystery at first sight.

In the end, the reason why Wu Pengwei won was based on the "general trend" at the beginning.

"The general trend follows the law" is to be happy in silence and see everything with the eyes of the heart.

All things in the world, flowers bloom and grass grow, and the alternation of spring and summer are all the essence of "the general trend follows the law". Once the heart and eyes are opened, they can explore the growth and change of all things.

Although Wu Pengwei is just getting started, it is enough to find the mystery of Zen Qinglei's silence.

There are a total of four major handprints, but only one of them is intertwined by the power of real qi and blood. As long as this one is broken, the other three will dissipate by themselves. Thanks to this method, Wu Pengwei explored the illusion of the silent big handprint in one fell swoop in the battle with Chan Qinglei.

The mystery was broken, and the Zen Qinglei was unexpected. It was broken by Wu Pengwei. The power of the martial arts of water and fire was far beyond his imagination, and the retreat was a matter of course.

However, Wu Pengwei did not pay the price, and the anti-eating force of the silent big handprint also made him come back and rest for two days before he recovered.

In the past two days, Wuwang City was shaken by this incident, and the wind and clouds changed.

Wu Pengwei's alias Wu Wei has long been spread among the elites of all sects, and they are all guessing who he is and who is the master?

For a while, the sunset sect, which was originally silent and nameless, rejuvenated the second spring.

Put the painting in a cool place to dry. At this time, two people came into the yard. It was Wang Heng and Chen Tian.

Wu Pengwei looked at Chen Tian and asked with a smile, "How is it? How much did you make?"

Chen Tian said with a secret shame, took out 20 silver tickets from his arms and handed them over.

"A total of 100,000 taels, please check it."

Wu Pengwei took it and scanned the top one, with a denomination of 5,000 taels. He didn't look carefully. He directly stuffed it into the greenwood behind him, took out a few of them, handed them to Chen Tian and Wang Heng, and said, "Well, take it, you have a few points."

Both of them's eyes are about to stare, 5,000 taels, which is enough for them to save money for ten years. The sunset is only twenty taels of silver for a month, and only two hundred taels a year.

Wu Pengwei was generous, but Chen Tian regretted his intestines.

He looked at Wu Pengwei and hesitated, "Four Elders, your painting has not been sold."

"Huh? What do you say? Since you haven't sold it, how can you earn 100,000 taels of silver? Wu Pengwei picked up his pen and was ready to paint. Aoki had already spread rice paper for him.

"I went to the art gallery to sell paintings. I didn't expect that the gentleman had a lot of eyesight. He said that this painting was extremely skillful. He seemed to have got the essence of 'Mr. Beidou'. He said that it was far more than 500 taels, but he didn't know how much he could sell. I spent a lot of time with him. Finally, he gave 500 taels of silver first, and then waited for two. The picture was auctioned for the price, but they got 20% of the auction money.

Chen Tian told the story, but he also hid something. The gentleman gave him not only five hundred taels, but a whole thousand taels. However, Chen Tian was afraid that all the money would be wasted, so he used another five hundred taels to bet on Zen Qinglei to win.

Originally, he was also out of good intentions, so that he would not lose the game and lose silver, which could more or less comfort the hearts of the elders and young.

Who would have thought that the young four elders once again surprised everyone and defeated the seed player Chan Qinglei.

This made Chen Tian want to cry without tears.

The winning rate of Chan Qinglei and Wu Pengwei is one to two hundred. If it is a bet of one thousand taels of silver, isn't it 200,000 taels, and these two hundred thousand taels can hide 100,000 taels by themselves. At the thought of this, Chen Tian's heart is as painful as being stabbed by a knife, and the corners of his mouth can't help twitch.

"Oh, that's right." Wu Pengwei made another painting, painting a few plum blossoms in the yard, vivid, hanging in his hand, looking at it from afar, just like a living thing.

"Where is the gallery? You might as well go and have a look. I also want to know how much money my painting can sell. Wu Pengwei handed the painting to Aoki and flattened his sleeves.

"cheng"

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There are not many painting halls in Wuwang City. Most of them, such as Wenxin Pavilion, are where the museum teaches and studies knowledge, and does not run a business.

Although they are in a city with a strong martial arts style, these scholars have not lost their anger. Most of them take classes as a living, so they are very aggrieved and far from the status of martial arts in the city.

As a result, a few unbearable scholars started the calligraphy and painting business, but it was also relatively bleak. They could barely bear their own profits and losses and support their families.

The name of this painting hall is "Mo Xiangxuan", but Mo Xiang did not smell it, and the copper smell smelled a lot.

The painting hall is square, about seven or eight acres. There is a pair of stone lions at the door, which is also a rare car and horse.

"What's going on? Didn't you say that the business of the painting studio is bleak? God, I think you are out of your mind. Don't do too well in the business of this painting museum. Tie Zhulang looked at the door and was extremely lively, so he ridiculed Chen Tian.

Chen Tian gave him a white look and explained to Wu Pengwei, "Four Elders, it is usually very deserted here, but the Wuwang Competition has begun in the past few days. Many rich and businessmen like to participate in gambling here. By the way, let's see if they can make friends with the future martial arts pillars or some big schools. There are many businessmen. It is self-proclaimed to be elegant, so it is difficult for the business of this painting hall to get better.

The people beside him were relieved.

Entering the painting hall, a young man in blue came to greet him: "Is it Mr. Chen? The calligraphy and paintings you brought last time have been sold at a high price of 8,000 taels. Please follow me.

Chen Tian took a look at Wu Pengwei and took Tie Zhuan and Wang Heng to go there under the sign of the latter.

Wu Pengwei began to walk and enjoy the painting hall with his hands in his hands.

Aoki followed him like a shadow, and Wang Qi also followed them, looking around with thieves and mice.

There are a lot of paintings in the painting museum, but according to Wu Pengwei's current level, most of them only have the fur of painting skills, but have never got the essence of them.

Therefore, he is also a little curious. Why is there so many paintings in this museum, but there is no "Mr. Beidou" work?

How did he know that "Mr. Beidou" is a Taishan in the painting world. He is a master-level figure. He has been on stranded for a long time, even if the painting will not be easily sold. Occasionally, one or two pieces are also valuable to the people, and it is difficult to buy without a hundred taels of gold.

And literati have a strong backbone and regard themselves very highly, especially the Confucian tycoons like "Mr. Beidou", who are the most tired of their paintings being bought by ordinary people.

In this way, even in the Wuwang City where "Mr. Beidou" settled, there are few works for sale.

The painting hall is bustling with all kinds of people.

There are Confucian students with square towels, rich merchants, and even some big men in animal skins. These big men are Jiangbei merchants who are separated by a river from Wuwang City. Hearing about the ten-year competition in Wuwang City, they also rushed to find business opportunities.

After looking at it for a while, he didn't find any good paintings. Wu Pengwei felt a little depressed.

At this moment, he heard a lot of people gathered in front of him, as if they were debating something.

Wang Qi saw Wu Pengwei frown and had an idea. He ran over, and then ran back very quickly and said with a smile, " Elder, I saw that there was a guy in it who went crazy and sprinkled everywhere with an ink bucket, saying that he was painting, and others were watching his excitement."

Wu Pengwei was in great interest when he heard it and went forward to have a look.

In the crowd, there was a big man in a beast skin jacket. He was about two meters tall, with a beard, a high nose and deep eyes, and yellow hair. At first glance, he did not look like a person from the Central Plains. In the middle of winter, the big man actually had half of his body bare. The animal skin jacket only covered the left half of his body, and the muscles of the knot appeared, such as It's like an iron pimple.

The big man held a bucket of ink stains in his hand and kept splashing everywhere.

Every time it is spilled, the ink shoots out like an arrow, falling on the huge rice paper on the ground, rendering a circle of traces, and the distance emitted by the ink is long and short, which is obviously controlled by deep force.

The ink lasted for a short time and fell on the paper on the ground. In a moment, a majestic mountain map appeared in front of everyone.

"Haha, do you see? You idiots actually laugh at me for going crazy. How can you understand my ability to draw, a bunch of idiots." Looking at everyone's stunned appearance, the big man looked up to the sky and smiled. He also took out a wine pot from his waist and drank wildly.

The onlookers saw his majestic figure and amazing drinking. In addition, the paintings on the ground were unique and powerful, and no one dared to go up and talk to him.

The big man drank all the wine in the pot, stretched out his hand and wiped his wet beard. He stared at the crowd and shouted, "What's the matter? No one dares to come out? Unexpectedly, the largest city in the south of the Yangtze River, there is not even one who can draw."

He speaks in a round voice, using the most standard official language of Fenglan mainland.

The onlookers were full of righteous indignation, but none of them could come out to the test.

Among these businessmen, there are many escorts with excellent skills. With good eyesight, you can see that the great man's luck is ingenious, and they understand the principle of painting. Those who can practice martial arts can only pretend that they haven't heard it.

And some literati who are good at painting even have a hard time lifting the half-meter-high ink bucket, let alone painting with the ink bucket.

For a while, this exotic man was extremely proud.

The big man's eyes ran around and inadvertently swept in the direction of Wu Pengwei. His eyes suddenly lit up. He strode over and pointed to Wu Pengwei and shouted, "I said, you little white face, are you not good at my painting? If you have the ability, come out and show your hands."

Wu Pengwei was stunned. He didn't know why the big man came at him.