Chapter 3 Divine Painting Secret Painting

"yes!"

Wang Zhongshu pulled Wang Bing to sit next to him and said: "Sit down, sit down! Your father, I will tell you carefully about our family's art of painting."

After seeing Wang Bin sitting next to him, Wang Zhongshu began to say: "You must know that the art of painting has two main branches, one is divine painting, and the other is secret painting!"

"Secret painting and divine painting?"

Wang Bing pondered slightly. He had never heard of these two special skills in the Wang family. After all, he hadn't read many comics and had almost forgotten the plot behind them.

"Yes! The secret painting was inherited from your second grandfather's side, and your grandpa's side is from Shentu!"

Wang Zhongshu explained: "And your grandfather and I recently communicated..."

"Xiao Bing! First of all, you are a congenital person, and your sensitivity to Qi is much higher than that of your sister Xiaona; secondly, recently I have often heard people say that you are good at Jing Gong, so I think you can try to start learning...

..." Although Wang Zhongshu was explaining, Wang Bing could still feel the excitement in his tone.

Isn't it just about learning a family skill? What's so exciting about this...

Seeing Wang Bing's dull look, Wang Zhongshu was also a little nervous. His son was very precious to the old man!

If he doesn't want to learn, no one can force him, but the Wang family has an unwritten rule, that is, the head of the Wang family must know how to "shentu".

Although Wang Zhongshu is a strange person, in terms of qualifications... he is really awesome.

It's not that he hasn't learned it before, it's just that it's too difficult.

If you want to draw a divine ink painting, you need to hit the three aspects of the energy master's spirit, energy and spirit to the extent that you can control the ink with your energy.

If you are not careful, you will fail!

If Wang Bing learns to master Shentu, with his status as the eldest grandson and the love of the old man, it will be a matter of course for the head of the Wang family.

Of course, it doesn't mean that if Wang Bing becomes the head of the family all of a sudden, there must be some transition. As for who will make the transition!

Isn't it obvious? It's Wang Zhongshu!

Seeing Wang, he was unmoved. A drop of sweat appeared on Wang Zhongshu's forehead. He persuaded: "Xiao Bing, I don't think you like looking at those paintings..."

"Don't you want to be a painter? Let me tell you, this skill is not difficult. As long as you like painting, it is easy to master..."

Wang Bing thought for a moment and said, "Dad, I'll go back to the house and think about it. You suddenly told me that, I..."

When Wang Zhongshu saw that Wang Bing didn't want to give him an answer immediately, he was a little helpless.

There is no way, this little brat is protected by the old man, he is nothing in front of Wang Ai! Wang Bing said he doesn't want to learn, and there is nothing he can do about it!

"Okay, okay! I'm a little impatient."

Wang Zhongshu shook his head and said: "Okay, don't be in a hurry, think about it slowly! By the way, I haven't asked you how your school day was today..."

"..."

After chatting with his father for a while, Wang Bing went upstairs and returned to his room...

After closing the door to the bedroom, Wang Bing threw his schoolbag aside and lay on the bed in a large shape, muttering "Shen Tu" and "Secret Painting" all the time!

As if he thought of something, he picked up a pencil and a piece of white paper from the desk, and prepared to try to draw according to the way he used to draw in his previous life.

After all, this craft has been put aside by him for a long time, and whether it can be picked up again is unknown.

But when he had just finished two strokes, the darkest experience in his previous life came to his mind again, and the hand holding the brush began to tremble!

"Really, I still can't forget it..."

After Wang Bian put the pencil on the table, he began to meditate with five hearts toward the sky, and at the same time began to turn their Wang family's mind far away!

Gradually, Wang Bing's restless heart began to calm down...

This is the "quiet" that Zhuge Qing said in Biyou Village, the state of joy and freedom from life.

squeak!

The door to Wang Bing's bedroom was pushed open again, and Wang Ai walked in with a cane. He looked at Wang Bing sitting on the bed and nodded without saying anything...

But the next moment, he was attracted by the unfinished simple drawing that Wang Bing placed on the table.

He carefully picked up the painting and took a look at it. His eyes that were originally a little squinted were now much wider.

He looked at Wang Bing who was meditating with some surprise, the expression on his face was a bit wonderful...

He slowly walked to the door with a cane and gently closed the door of Wang Bin's house.

"Old man..."

Wang Zhongshu, who was standing outside the door, was about to say something when Wang Ai glared at him. Wang Zhongshu fell silent for a moment...

Wang Ai waved his hand gently to signal Wang Zhongshu to follow him.

When the two people left Wang Zhongshu's house and walked to the corridor, Wang Ai suddenly became happy, "Hahaha..."

"Old man..." Wang Zhongshu carefully stepped forward to support Wang Ai.

"No need to help me, old man, I'm not so weak that I can't walk!" Wang Ai said.

Wang Zhongshu ignored the old man's words and still supported Wang Ai, asking with some confusion: "What are you laughing at?"

"I laugh that our Wang family's unique skills can finally be passed down!" Wang Ai said with a smile.

"Ah?" Wang Zhongshu was stunned.

"snort!"

Wang Ai glanced at Wang Zhongshu with a steely look and said, "Look, all of you are staring at the generals! How many of us in the Wang family know the stunts?"

"I……"

Wang Zhongshu really can't refute this. What Wang Ai said is the truth. Except for the old man from the two bedrooms, no one in Mi Hua or Shen Tu can do it!

It is impossible to say that Wang Ai is not in a hurry!

Now that I am still alive and can still hold on, if I really die one day, what will the Wang family do?

But when he saw a rough sketch drawn by Wang Bing, Wang Ai's vicious eyes naturally saw the clue.

This was definitely not a writing technique that a child in elementary school should know, but he couldn't explain why Wang Bing knew this kind of writing technique. After all, Wang Bing had been following him since he was a child.

I know exactly what he has done. The only thing that can be explained now is that Wang Bing has this kind of talent, and the talent is not low!

This surprising discovery instantly made Wang Ai excited.

"Zhongshu..." Wang Ai suddenly said.

"Old man!"

When Wang Zhongshu saw Wang Ai calling him, he quickly lowered his head to indicate that he was listening.

"About Bing'er, I heard you told the boss that you want him to learn Shentu from the boss!" Wang Ai asked.

"Yes, old man, look..."

Before Wang Zhongshu finished speaking, Wang Ai interrupted directly: "With just a little bit of ink in his belly, how can he still have the nerve to teach others? Don't mislead others!"

"That……"

"Bing'er, start learning from me directly from tomorrow!" Wang Ai said with a big wave of his hand.

!!!

Wang Zhongshu looked at Wang Ai in disbelief. He seemed to have just heard the old man say that Wang Bing should learn Shen Tu from him? Are you kidding? How many years has the old man stopped writing...

"What! What does your look mean?"

Wang Ai looked at Wang Zhongshu who was a little crazy and said: "Look at your little potential, if you have learned all the secret paintings, why do you still need me to teach you?"

!!!

At this moment, Wang Zhongshu's pupils froze slightly. What did the old man mean by this, that he planned to pass on the two special skills of "divine painting" and "secret painting" to Wang Bing?

How could Wang Ai be so greedy and not take over the inheritance of the "Secret Painting"!
Chapter completed!