Volume 1: The King's Son Chapter 3: Divine Painting and Secret Painting
"yes!"
Wang Zhongshu pulled Wang Bing to sit next to him and said, "Sit down! Let me, your father, tell you about the art of painting in our family."
After seeing Wang Bing sitting next to him, Wang Zhongshu began to say: "You should know that there are two major branches in the art of painting, one is divine painting, and the other is secret painting!"
"Secret painting and divine painting?"
Wang Bing pondered for a moment, he had never heard of the Wang family having these two unique skills. After all, he hadn't read many comics and had almost forgotten the subsequent plots.
"Yes! The secret painting was passed down from your second grandfather, and your grandfather's is the divine painting!"
Wang Zhongshu explained: "And I recently communicated with your grandfather..."
"Xiao Bing! Firstly, you are a congenital extraordinary person, and your sensitivity to Qi is much higher than your sister Xiaona; secondly, I often hear people say recently that you have practiced meditation well, and 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 learning a family skill? What's so exciting about it...
Seeing Wang Bing's depressed look, Wang Zhongshu was 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 be able to "Shen Tu".
Although Wang Zhongshu is an extraordinary person, his qualifications... that's really something.
It’s not that he hasn’t learned Shen Tu, it’s just that it’s too damn difficult.
If one wants to create a divine painting, the Qi cultivator needs to highly strike the three aspects of essence, energy and spirit, reaching the level of controlling ink with Qi.
The slightest carelessness will lead to failure!
If Wang Bing learns to master the magic paint, with his status as the eldest grandson and the old man's love for him, he will definitely become the head of the Wang family.
Of course, this doesn't mean that Wang Bing will become the head of the family all of a sudden. There must be a transition. As for who will take over!
Isn’t it obvious? It’s him, Wang Zhongshu!
Seeing that Wang was unmoved, a bead of sweat oozed from Wang Zhongshu's forehead. He advised: "Xiao Bing, I see that you really like looking at those paintings..."
"Don't you want to be a painter? I tell you, this skill is not difficult. As long as you like painting, it is easy to master..."
Wang Bing thought for a while and said, "Dad, I'll go back to my room and think about it. You suddenly told me this, I..."
When Wang Zhongshu saw that Wang Bing didn't want to give him an immediate reply, he felt helpless.
There is no way , this little bastard has the old man's protection, he is nothing in front of Wang Ai! Wang Bing said he didn't want to learn, no one can do anything to him!
"Okay, okay! I'm a little anxious."
Wang Zhongshu shook his head and said, "Okay, don't worry, take your time to think about it! By the way, I haven't asked you how your school was today..."
“…”
After chatting with his father for a while, Wang Bing went upstairs and returned to his room...
After closing the bedroom door, Wang Bing threw his schoolbag aside, and lay on the bed with his arms and legs spread, muttering "divine painting" and "secret painting" all the time!
As if he had thought of something, he picked up a pencil and a piece of white paper from the desk and prepared to try to draw in the same way as he did in his previous life.
After all, he has put this skill aside for a long time, and it is still unknown whether he can pick it up again.
But just as he painted a few strokes, the darkest experience in his past life flooded into his mind again, and the hand holding the paintbrush began to tremble!
"Really? You still can't forget it..."
After Wang placed the pencil on the table, he began to meditate with his five hearts facing the sky, and at the same time began to practice the Wang family's mental method!
Gradually, Wang Bing's restless heart began to calm down...
This is the "tranquility" that Zhuge Qing talked about in Biyou Village, a state of detachment from life and joy.
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 more...
But the next moment, he was attracted by the unfinished stick drawing that Wang Bing placed on the table.
He carefully picked up the painting and took a look at it. His eyes, which had been squinting, now widened a lot.
He looked at Wang Bing who was meditating with some surprise, and the expression on his face was somewhat interesting...
He slowly walked to the door with his crutches and gently closed the door of Wang Bingdi's room.
"Old man..."
Wang Zhongshu, who was standing outside the door, was about to say something when Wang Ai glared at him. Wang Zhongshu stopped talking instantly...
Wang Ai waved his hand gently to signal Wang Zhongshu to follow him.
When the two of them left Wang Zhongshu's house and walked to the corridor, Wang Ai suddenly laughed, "Hahaha..."
"Old man..." Wang Zhongshu stepped forward cautiously and supported Wang Ai.
"No need to support me, I'm not so weak that I can't walk!" said Wang Ai.
Wang Zhongshu ignored the old man's words, still holding Wang Ai, and asked in confusion: "What are you laughing at?"
"I'm happy 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 stern look and said, "Look, all of you are fixated on Binding Spirits and Dispatching Generals! How many of us in the Wang family know this unique skill?"
"I……"
Wang Zhongshu really had no way to refute this. Wang Ai was telling the truth. No one knew how to do secret painting and divine painting except the old men of the two families!
It's impossible to say that Wang Ai is not anxious!
I am still here and can hold on now, but if I really pass away one day, what will happen to the Wang family?
But when he saw a rough draft drawn by Wang Bing, Wang Ai's sharp eyes naturally saw through the trick.
This is definitely not the writing style that an elementary school student should be able to use, but he couldn't explain why Wang Bing knew this style of writing. After all, Wang Bing had been following him since he was a child.
He knew exactly what he had done. The only explanation now was that Wang Bing had a talent in this area, and it was not a low one!
This surprising discovery instantly made Wang Ai excited.
"Zhongshu..." Wang Ai said suddenly.
"Old man!"
When Wang Zhongshu saw Wang Ai calling him, he quickly lowered his head to indicate that he was listening.
"I heard you talk to the boss about Bing'er. You wanted him to learn the magic painting from the boss!" Wang Ai asked.
"Yes, sir, you see..."
Before Wang Zhongshu finished speaking, Wang Ai interrupted him and said, "With your limited knowledge, you still have the nerve to teach others? Don't mislead the students!"
"That……"
"Bing'er, start learning from me from tomorrow!" Wang Ai said with a wave of his hand.
!!!!
Wang Zhongshu looked at Wang Ai in disbelief. He seemed to have heard the old man ask Wang Bing to learn how to paint from him? Are you kidding? The old man has stopped writing for many years...
"Why! What do you mean by that look?"
Wang Ai looked at Wang Zhongshu who was a little dazed and said, "Look at what you have accomplished. If you have already learned the magic painting, do you still need me to teach you?"
!!!!
At this moment, Wang Zhongshu's pupils were slightly stunned. What the old man meant was that he planned to pass on both the "divine painting" and "secret painting" skills to Wang Bing?
