Uncle Jiu and Master Xu sat there and kept talking about the past years.
We talked about everything from south to north, from east to west. After all, we haven't seen each other for so many years, so there must be a lot to talk about.
It was the first time that Russell saw a man talking more than a woman, especially Uncle Nine, who kept nagging and could talk as much as five women.
Tsk tsk tsk.
Seeing that the two were chatting happily, Russell was bored and started walking around the room.
The room was also very simple, mostly filled with Taoist scriptures and talismans, but there were also some things that surprised Russell very much.
Then draw!
It is said that people in Maoshan have their own special hobbies. Some like to refine corpses, some like to look at Feng Shui, some like to practice medicine, some like to refine medicine, and some like to drink.
Now, there is one more person who likes painting.
Russell looked at it carefully. He didn't like the mountains and rivers on the wall very much, but he liked the picture of the beauty very much.
It’s just that she’s wearing too many clothes, which doesn’t make her as stimulating and eye-catching as Xiaoxiaosheng’s paintings.
He still remembers Xiaoxiaosheng's painting "Master Lin Fighting a Female Ghost at Night".
What a thrill!
What a seductive posture!
Russell thought about it quietly, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but tremble.
He thought of a serious question. The Taoist priest painted by Xiaoxiaosheng looked familiar to him. If he changed his clothes, wouldn't it be himself
I actually became the protagonist of a pornographic film
“Fuck!”
Russell scratched his head and raised his middle finger to someone. This bastard, when I see him again, I will throw him into a pile of women and let them torture him for three days and three nights.
Turn him from a fighting chicken into a drowned chicken, and finally there is no chicken left!
Russell muttered quietly, continuing to look at the paintings on the wall with little interest.
This sentence is so old-fashioned and has no novelty at all. It's either about mountains or water or something like that. It's not vivid at all.
He suddenly looked down and found a piece of white paper on the table. His eyes suddenly rolled and he had an idea.
Can he draw
He won't.
Does he know calligraphy
He won't.
But does it matter
unimportant.
Russell is a Taoist priest, possessed by divine thoughts, which is much more useful than hands. He can make whatever he thinks in his mind come true.
With a slight lift of his fingers, the ink on the chopping board automatically jumped out and flew freely on the white paper according to his wishes.
"Hehe, I hope Uncle Xu can endure it better by then."
I wonder if the original work of Mr. Luo will make those treasure appraisers stare wide-eyed and exclaim that it is impossible decades later when holding up the portrait.
After doing his bad deed, Russell pretended nothing had happened, put his hands behind his back, and quietly returned to Uncle Jiu.
After reminiscing about the past, eating, and returning to the room, Master Xu was so cheerful that he didn't notice the portrait in the study at all.
Until he got into a good chat with Uncle Jiu and wanted to exchange some tips on using talismans and new styles of talismans between the two of them.
Although there are many Maoshan talismans, they are not comprehensive. Occasionally modifying one or two branches will produce different effects.
If you use talismans for a long time, you will naturally become very good at it.
It's like when you've been single for a long time, you know exactly which village within a hundred miles has widows.
However, most of the communication between the two was about Uncle Jiu instructing Master Xu. Although both of them were disciples of Maoshan, one was a top student and the other...
Learn ash.
Not to mention that Uncle Jiu also learned all kinds of strange and bizarre talismans from Russell. There are many such things.
Fortunately, it was Uncle Jiu, and other Taoist priests were replaced. Seeing so many strange talismans, I wanted to pinch my Ren Zhong with my fingers and give myself first aid.
When Master Xu picked up the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, he instantly saw someone's graffiti on the table.
"Xiao He Chasing Han Xin Under the Moon"
It's a very good painting. The mountains, rivers, grasses, trees and the moon are all very nicely drawn.
The paintings of Han Xin and Xiao He are also very good, and the characters are very vivid.
But why are these two people riding foreign bicycles
Master Xu's mouth twitched.
"What's wrong?"
Uncle Jiu's voice came, and I looked down. Wow.
Needless to say, this painting was definitely done by Russell!
Master Xu shook his head, unable to bear to look at it. As a traditional painter, seeing such things made him feel uneasy.
He reached out to put the painting away, and found another painting underneath.
"A Thousand Miles Alone"
The painting was beautiful, the scenery was great, especially Guan Erye's eyes, which were sharp and sharp. A sense of majesty shone through the painting, and his slightly narrowed eyes made the two men feel a chill down their spines.
It was as if an invisible murderous aura was spreading out.
This is probably painted based on a real person, right
Master Xu couldn't hold it in any longer and just sighed.
"well!"
Uncle Jiu also coughed silently. It would be better if Guan Yu rode Red Hare instead of a bicycle.
Master Xu looked at Uncle Jiu with resentment in his eyes. Not only was his disciple talented, he also had high cultivation levels. But he didn't expect that his talent for painting was much better than his.
Even if he practiced for more than ten years, he would never be able to paint as vividly as this.
Why, why do such a thing
"Brother, why doesn't your apprentice's painting of Guan Erye have the Red Hare?"
"Well, well, this..."
Faced with his junior fellow apprentice's resentful eyes, Uncle Jiu didn't know how to explain for a moment, and cursed Russell, the little bastard, in his heart.
Whenever this brat causes trouble, his master always takes the blame.
snort!
This time, Master, I will take note of it!
"Brother, can you explain to me where is Master Guan's sword?"
"Well, maybe he traded it for a bicycle."
Uncle Jiu's eyes were wandering, and he used his unique skill to change the subject.
"Junior brother, you want to ask about the talisman, come on, I'll draw you two new ones, I guarantee they'll be extremely powerful!"
As he said this, he rolled up his hand and hurriedly put away the eye-catching "A Thousand Miles Alone" without expecting that there was another painting underneath.
"Nuwa mending the pot"
"… "
"… "
"This must be an accident."
Uncle Jiu waved his hand in embarrassment. You little bastard, you even dare to make fun of the Holy Mother of Earth, Queen Nuwa. I think you don’t want your butt anymore!
He just rolled up his hand and another painting appeared underneath.
"Jiang Taigong's Electric Fishing"
"… "
(′?_?`)
"call!"
Uncle Jiu took a deep breath and moved the picture of Jiang Ziya electrocuting fish with trembling hands. His intuition told him.
There must be a picture underneath this.
What is it exactly
Uncle Jiu slowly opened it from top to bottom, and saw a full moon. Well, it was normal.
Night view, well, normal.
The roof, um, is normal.
A human face, huh? Not normal!
Uncle Jiu was shocked. Wasn't this exactly him
An ominous premonition came over him, and just as he was about to lift it up, he was pulled down by Master Xu beside him.
"Master Lin's Eighteen Moves in Fighting Female Ghosts at Night"
"You bastard!"
Master Xu fiercely hugged Uncle Jiu's waist with both hands, cold sweat pouring down his forehead, "Brother, brother, calm down, calm down!"
At this time, Russell was sleeping soundly in bed...
A beautiful day, it’s over!