frightfiction Chapter 1677: Taking advantage of cats and tigers
Chapter 1677: Taking advantage of cats and tigers
But it was his apprentice's recommendation, and Zheng Shou couldn't beat him... well, he couldn't argue with Shen Xi, so he had to give her face and not express his opinion for the time being.
After all, it was Caibao who wanted to be her disciple, so she had to make the decision herself.
Although, if this apprentice is really accepted, he still has to lead him.
Just like Gu Feifan, he is still busy doing business with him at the stall every day.
But, who made us have no say?
Zheng Shou chose to keep quiet.
When Cheng Xuri heard Caibao's request, he nodded and replied in a low voice, "Okay."
"Huh~~"
Everyone shook their heads. Where did Sister Xi find such a guy? A grown man, even shyer than a little girl. He has kept his head down since he entered the door. They didn't even get a clear look at what he looked like. Sister Caibao couldn't even take him out with him.
Seeing that Caibao wanted to draw a talisman, Huang Haohui hurried forward to help her prepare the pen, and Gu Feifan prepared the cinnabar. The two cooperated tacitly, moving quickly and skillfully as if they had practiced it hundreds of times.
After Caibao lit the cinnabar, he started painting without thinking or preparing anything.
The long brush was held between her short, plump fingers, which looked a bit funny.
While she was drawing, she was also dubbing "Oh oh oh", as if...she was marveling at her own talent, which was even funnier to watch.
Cheng Xuri stared at her closely as she wrote, his fingers almost twisting the hem of her clothes into a knot. She wondered... when he learned later, would he even have to copy the "oh oh oh" sounds...
It’s so embarrassing to think about it…
He is not that narcissistic and cannot hum it.
Zheng Shou held the tea bowl, looking like a hermit, calm and composed, but his eyes were fixed on every move of the treasure.
No matter how many times he looked at it, he would still be shocked by the treasure.
There is no need for any preparation, no need to concentrate, and no need to think. He just picks up the pen and then finishes it in one go without any obstruction. After a few seconds, a beautiful and spiritual money-making talisman is drawn.
The little guy was a little scheming and drew a talisman that was a bit difficult.
But even this kind of difficult symbol, they made it as easy as eating and drinking water...
In fact, Zheng Shou was wronging Caibao. Caibao was just a baby, how could she have so many thoughts? She just thought that her father liked this, so she drew it and gave it to him. That's why she chose this talisman. It was all out of filial piety, not extravagance.
As soon as Caibao put down his brush, Gu Feifan proudly picked up the paper talisman and showed it to everyone: "Look, look, my master's talisman, the power of the brush, the smoothness, the flow of spiritual energy..."
Everyone couldn't help but stare at the talisman.
Gu Feifan puffed out his chest and asked, "How is it?"
Several people looked at him blankly and shook their heads honestly: "I don't understand."
When outsiders look at the talisman, they really can't make out anything, they just think it... looks very powerful.
Gu Feifan glared at them with a look of dismay: "What's the use of you?"
If you can't understand, can't you pretend to understand? I've been following my master for so long, but I can't even learn her basic skills. They are really useless!
Fang Shiyou clenched his fist and asked, "How do you talk to your senior brothers and sisters?"
"I was wrong, Second Brother." Gu Feifan admitted his mistake quickly, then placed the talisman paper in front of Cheng Xuri: "Here, draw it."
Zheng Shou put down the tea bowl and said, "We won't make it difficult for you. You can try three times. You don't have to draw it with spiritual energy. As long as the lines are correct, you win."
He is insulting him!!
Cheng Xuri is very angry!
It's just a few lines, how difficult is it for him to copy one?
"No... not three times, just once will be enough."
"Okay!" Zheng Shou made the decision immediately: "I like confident kids like you. Just once."
Cheng Xuri: …
Why is it different from what's shown on TV? Doesn't this have to be a stretch?
Where are the Chinese people’s courtesy?
But - forget it, just once, he really doesn't need three times.
He is a genius with a photographic memory, so such a small line is no problem for him.
Cheng Xuri carefully examined the talisman paper. For some reason, although he didn't understand talismans, he inexplicably felt that the more he looked at it, the more a vigorous energy emanated from it...
This is……
He calmed himself and picked up his pen.
Of course, he didn't use cinnabar when painting. After all, it was quite expensive.
Just dip the ink in ordinary ink and you don’t need good talisman paper, just ordinary yellow paper can be used for painting. The cost, after all, is the cost. Money is earned and saved.
No one should think of wasting a penny of Shen Xi's family's money. This is the common principle of their family of three.
Cheng Xuri is a person who, as long as he concentrates, can immediately enter the state of looking at me. He can instantly put the people or things around him out of his mind. In his eyes, there is only that piece of paper and the lines that seem to be imprinted in his mind.
He remembered, every stroke of the treasure, and he picked up his pen and began to draw.
After the first three strokes, Zheng Shou's expression became serious and he sat up straight from his originally relaxed posture.
Maybe this kid really has some amazing skills.
Then--
After three strokes, Cheng Xuri's pen hung in the air, motionless.
What was the fourth stroke? What was it? Why couldn't he remember it at all? He clearly remembered what the talisman looked like, but those complex and varied curves were like a tangled mess, leaving him at a loss as to how to begin.
Why is this happening?
He clearly remembers it, so why can't he write it down?
With a "pop", a drop of ink fell onto the paper. Along with the ink, beads of sweat also appeared on his forehead. He didn't remember... he didn't remember at all.
He couldn't draw it, he lost...
Cheng Xuri's forehead was covered with sweat, his face became paler and paler, and even the pen in his hand began to tremble in mid-air.
He couldn't figure it out. He didn't understand. How could this happen? What went wrong?
Suddenly, a chubby little hand reached out and held his pen. He looked up blankly and saw a pair of eyes as bright as stars, pitch black, but with a clear light shining in them.
She smiled at him, and the stars turned into crescent moons.
"Don't use too much force if you can't draw it."
He was stunned.
Do you mean forcefully?
"It's alive." Caibao pointed at the talisman paper and said, "No, it's not alive. It's useless even if you try hard."
Cheng Xuri was struck by lightning.
No, that means he can't do it? Is there anything in this world that he can't do?
This is impossible! Absolutely impossible!!
Zheng Shou snorted coldly. He thought he was a genius, but it turned out that he was just an overconfident guy.
Thinking of the three strokes he made at the beginning, Zheng Shou thought he could take another look, so, in a rare moment of kindness, he said, "Just draw it as it is. If you can draw it, you win."
This is to give him another chance.