Chapter 26 Hand Talk

"Uncle Ke, have you finished talking with the real person?"

Guan Yuluo naturally pulled back the hand he held with Meng Zhe and turned his head to the middle-aged man in his thirties.

"You girl, it's rare for Wang Zhen to talk about Weiyan Da Dao once. Did you sneak out after only listening to it? If your father knows about this, you won't have pocket money for at least three months. The middle-aged man first criticized Guan Yuluo, and then looked at Meng Zhe and asked, "Is this child...?"

"He, his name is Meng Zhe. I just didn't quite understand the real person's road. I sneaked out and saw him. I was already sitting here and concentrating on painting. I just stood behind him and looked... Well, thirty-seven minutes." As he spoke, Guan Yuluo looked at his watch.

"Oh?"

After listening to Guan Yuluo's words, the middle-aged man surnamed Ke looked at Meng Zhe's eyes and suddenly became a little confused.

What on earth did this teenager draw that made the girl Yiluo watch for 37 minutes?

"Lend me the painting!" Probably seeing the doubts of the middle-aged people surnamed Ke, Guan Yuluo stretched out her hand directly to Meng Zhe, but then she remembered something and added half a sentence: "Is it okay?"

This Guan Yuluo seems to be very big and strong...

Meng Zhe put a strong label on Guan Yuluo in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. He just smiled and handed over the manuscript in his hand.

Although I don't want outsiders to see my drawings now, this work imitating Chess Soul does not reveal creativity or anything. Moreover, Meng Zhe is going to ask for advice... Well, the real person is also there. After Guan Yuluo takes this painting, he will definitely see it, right?

If such a manuscript can make Wang Zhenren have a good first impression of himself... Why not?

As Meng Zhe guessed, after Guan Yuluo took the manuscript, he turned around and handed the manuscript to the middle-aged man surnamed Ke.

"Ancient and modern game map? There is still a little bit of artistic conception, and the color is barely passed, but..." The middle-aged man surnamed Ke seems to have some attainment in painting. He first affirmed the artistic conception in Meng Zhe's painting, and then praised the color, but finally shook his head and criticized: "The craftsmanship is too strong, and the new comics popular in Japan. It's eight or nine points similar, and I can't go to the hall of elegance.

The man surnamed Ke respectfully handed the manuscript in his hand to Wang Zhenren, who had a crane-haired childlike face, with both hands: "Real person, you can also have a look."

Wang Zhenren, who took the manuscript from a man surnamed Ke, only glanced at the manuscript and said, "Little Jushi, you seem to talk about it all the way?"

Hand talker, Go.

When playing Go, the player is silent. He relies on the middle finger and index finger of only one hand to prepare chess pieces to fight for wisdom and courage... And the change of the rhythm of the falling pieces and the size of the power of the pieces can reflect the mental situation of the authorities, just like talking in sign language in the chess game, so there is this "hand talk" Name.

Meng Zhe nodded: "A little bit."

Hand talk is Go. Under the influence of Chess Soul, Meng Zhe has indeed learned to play Go, and his level is still sloppy. He has about three amateur chess skills.

"How about a game with me?" Wang Zhenren, with crane hair and childlike face, looked at Meng Zhe with a smile. He seemed to have no intention of commenting on Meng Zhe's manuscript at all.

"This... There are still people waiting for me outside. I'm afraid that they will be anxious to wait for too long." Meng Zhe is a little embarrassed. He has been waiting here for more than an hour, and dozens of minutes of playing Go are short.

Let the father-in-law, the future wife and the sister-in-law sit outside and wait, and play chess here freely. It's unreasonable, can't it?

"It doesn't matter." Lao Dao waved his hand, turned his head and said to Guan Yuluo, "Little girl, please go to the hall outside and find the little Taoist priest who brought you to see me and told me to play a game with this little layman. He knows what to do."

"No problem!" Guan Yuluo didn't even think about it. She nodded directly and accepted the request. Then she waved to Meng Zhe and said, "Goodbye."

"Real person, then I'll leave, too." The middle-aged man surnamed Ke also said goodbye to Wang Zhen.

"Children, listen to my uncle, you have enough understanding of the painting. It's just that if you really want to achieve something on this road, don't draw this kind of thing full of craftsmanship. There is no way out. Go to a famous teacher to learn traditional Chinese painting - if you say so, you may not be the next Xu Beihong and the next Zhang Daqian.

Before leaving, the middle-aged man surnamed Ke said to Meng Zhe, but Meng Zhe said thank you without saying anything, although he didn't agree psychologically at all - why did he say that there was no way out for me to draw comics?! Do you know how popular these ingenious things in your mouth are?

Chinese painting... Chinese painting is really good. The traditional Chinese painting painted by the masters is indeed far-reaching, but how many people can become masters? Nine out of ten painters can't use their paintings to make a living, so they can only change their lines in the end.

However, most of the people who studied comics in China, with Meng Zhe's experience before his rebirth are also hard-working and low-income, and they can't even make a living. What's more, for example, Xia Da, the author of Zi Buyu, had an extremely hard time before she became famous. When she was in poverty, she didn't even have money to see it when she was sick. She could only lie on ** and gritted her teeth to resist... And she endured this kind of hardship for eight years.

This is also one of the reasons why Meng Zhe did not open his mouth to refute, although he felt that he would not be so bad in his life.

"How about it?" When the middle-aged man surnamed Ke went far away, Zhang Zhenren, who had a childlike face, handed the manuscript in his hand to Meng Zhe and asked with a smile.

Meng Zhe shook his head, but did not answer.

Wang Zhenren nodded, turned around and walked back to his cabin. After a while, a pair of chess pieces came out.

After sitting down, Wang Zhenren casually grabbed a few blacks and held them in his hand. While signaling Meng Zhe to guess the single and double, he said slowly, "Just now, you drew the ninth game of the tenth game of Danghu, right?"

In the fourth year of Qianlong in the Qing Dynasty (1739 A.D.), the national Go players Fan Xiping and Shi Xiangxia were the first in the name of the world. They played more than ten games in Danghu in Zhejiang, and the ten games of Danghu were preserved in later generations.

Meng Zhe nodded and grabbed two black pieces and put them on the stone table chessboard. Wang Zhenren slowly spread out his hand, and he suddenly lay four white chess pieces in his palm.

This means that Meng Zhe is black.

Bara--

Meng Zhe dropped the first son, the star in the upper right corner.

......

When he reached the 139th move, Meng Zhe conceded defeat with a wry smile. Wang Zhenren's chess power far exceeded his expectations.

If Meng Zhe is an amateur in the third stage of Go, then Wang Zhenren's chess ability is at least at the level of a professional level, and he may not lose if he participates in professional-level competitions.

"The little Jushi's chess is good, but it's a pity that my heart is not calm."

Wang Zhenren, who won the chess, put the black and white pieces on the table back into the chess box one by one.

"It's a real person, your chess power, far more than me."

Meng Zhe stood up to help clean up the chess pieces. He knew very well that even if his heart was as calm as water, he could not defeat this old Taoist with crane hair and childlike face.

"Do you want to ask me about Taoist runes and martial arts? What do you want to do with this knowledge? Wang Zhenren jumped on the topic.

For this problem, Meng Zhe has long thought of a good countermeasure. He concisely said that he wanted to promote Chinese culture to the world in the form of drawing cartoons. Considering Wang Zhen's identity, Meng Zhe did not forget to explain what comics are and how popular they are.

After listening to Meng Zhe's story, Wang Zhenren's hand, which had been packing up the chess pieces, stopped. He lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyelids, as if he had entered the thinking.

Meng Zhe didn't dare to disturb, so he had to stop and stand quietly.

After about ten minutes, Wang Zhencai, who had a crane hair and a childish face, finally raised his eyelids again. After a deep look at Meng Zhe, he said, "Come into the room with me."

I just felt that Meng Zhe, who had been waiting for more than a century, finally felt that everything was worth it after hearing this sentence.

---split line---

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