Then Zhou Xiaoqin visited their home with Qin Yang.

Not to mention, although this house is only an elevator apartment, it is really big enough, more than 270 square meters, which is a mansion in the apartment.

No wonder they can be together for three generations, not crowded at all.

When visiting the study, Qin Yang found that there was actually a set of four treasures in the verb, especially the paper, which was definitely a good propaganda paper.

In the past, Qin Yang did not know the goods, but after learning the spiritual brush with Master Wu, he also learned a little bit of something elegant.

Seeing that Qin Yang's eyes had been parked on the four treasures of the scribe room, Zhou Xiaoqin smiled: "Why, you fortune-telling gentleman who can't even paint, are also interested in these elegant things."

“It’s not about painting!”

“I told you, I...”

“What are you, Dether!”

I don’t know who asked me to paint.

Suddenly, Qin Yang found that quarreling with a woman was the biggest mistake, so he did not bother to explain.

However, after seeing these pen and ink pigments, he suddenly thought of what gift should be given to his grandfather.

“Teacher Zhou, the four treasures of the house are your grandfather’s!”

"Hmm!He loves to dance.”

“There is no such thing as a dead man’s way!”

"Mr. Zhou, I decided to paint a picture and send it to your grandfather."

“What, you paint!”

“Qin Yang, do you mean you paint?”

"No, don't paint, your two brushes, even the simple strokes can't understand, but also dare to move my grandfather's propaganda paper, you have to turn over his old man's heart disease."

As soon as I heard this advice, I laughed.

But Qin Yang did not pay attention to, he got the true story of Wu Daozi, the pen of the heart can not only help the dark eye to solve the puzzle, on the painting, it is also quite tough.

Do what you say.

He immediately glanced at the treasure in the room, mostly the work of the grandfather.

Although it is not a famous family style, it is also a little skill.

Suddenly, a landscape map on the wall fell in the eyes of Qin Yang, he looked closely, surprised to find that this landscape map actually has a few Taoyuan mood, and his own world of Taoyuan is very similar.

Of course, the painting is not a paradise, it is just a yearning for peace, indisputable mood.

"Okay, I'll paint this."

Qin Yang closed his eyes and began to meditate.

To tell the truth, when it comes to creating new paintings, he is not in the line, because Wu Daozi teaches painters, and does not teach his painting mood and creative methods, so Qin Yang can only copy.

Fortunately, the world is a holy place in the heart of him and Yael, which has long been engraved in the heart, and it is not difficult to draw at this time.

When the pen of the heart painted the whole picture in the mind, Qin Yang suddenly opened the propaganda paper and took the pen and galloped.

Oh, hey!

Seeing Qin Yang had to do it himself, Zhou Xiaoqin smiled at the flowers on his face.

She even wondered if Grandpa had seen Qin Yang's Mobao, she would not know whether she should be depressed or happy.

"No, this boy is moving his grandfather's baby, I have to find two quick-acting rescue pills first, in case of an unexpected."

So, Zhou Xiaoqin quickly left and ran to his grandfather's house to turn over the medicine.

When she went out with the medicine, she just met her grandfather to come out.

“Lat, what are you doing in my room?”

"It's okay, it's okay."

Zhou Xiaoqin quickly hid her hand behind her back, but unfortunately, her movements were all seen in the eyes of Grandpa Zhou.

“Take it out, Grandpa.”

“Grandpa, there’s nothing.”

"Well, do you still want to lie to me, Grandpa is old, but the eyes are not yet flowering."

No way, Zhou Xiaoqin had to take out the rescue pill.

As far as I saw her own medicine, Grandpa Zhou was even more curious.

“What’s this, I’ll eat right away, what are you doing with my medicine?”

“Oh!It seems that I can't hide it, anyway, Grandpa will know sooner or later."

So Zhou Xiaoqin said, "Grandpa, don't be angry, Qin Yang just saw the works of your study, he wanted to send you a picture."

"Of course, he is kind, but his stinking hand, even the simple pen can't draw well, how to paint the Chinese painting."

"I'm afraid you're having a heart attack by this bastard, so I'm ready for the medicine."

"Well, Qin Yang is my savior, even if he takes my baby graffiti, it's no big deal, Grandpa, am I such a stingy person?"

Without words!

He could only vomit his tongue in secret.

If you change to yourself, move your grandfather's baby, not to be scolded for two or three days, but once you get to Qinyang here, it doesn't matter.

"Go and see with your grandfather, maybe this boy will learn."

"Well, at his level, I'm not interested, anyway, he's here, and he's not afraid of his grandfather having a heart attack, you old man go on your own."

He said that he took the dishes in his grandfather's hand and went to the kitchen to help.

Grandpa Zhou, with curiosity, walked into the study alone.

As soon as he entered the door, he suddenly felt that his eyes were shining, and Qin Yang was closing his eyes, thinking, sometimes lifting the pen, sometimes falling down.

However, the speed of his pen is extremely fast, and every time he ticks the point, he makes some more living things on the propaganda paper.

Grandpa Zhou looked at it, and did not dare to disturb Qin Yang.

In his eyes, Qin Yang's hand every time he rises and falls, he carries the ancient wind and carries the majesty of the master.

Oh!Who calls his teacher Wu Daozi, there is no ancient wind, there is no master majesty that it is strange.

A moment later, the sound of Zhou Xiaoqin came from the dining room.

“Qin Yang, Grandpa, have eaten.”

But Qin Yang did not react, and he was completely intoxicated in the painting.

Grandpa Zhou did not respond, his eyes with the brush up and down, even the time to blink.

Finally, the whole painting is about to be completed, and Qin Yang's pen is getting slower and slower.

The real master paints to the end, and every stroke is very careful, because every drop may affect the soul of the painting.

If the pen is good, it can play a divine effect, and if the pen is not good, it will corrupt the entire pattern and mood.

Moreover, this kind of writing must be both cautious and must do as it pleases, and cannot be done, which can be said to be very contradictory.

Oh yeah!

Qin Yang took a big swing, and the last one was completed.

He directly mentioned the propaganda paper, those that have not yet dried ink, actually a little bloom, but so play, but let the dead mountain, the dead water a little more spiritual.

At this time, Qin Yang can not help but dye some ancient people's wind, painted, the heart is extremely happy, hand to the hand to the brush to the sky, in the propaganda paper on the table, their own appreciation.

After watching it for half a day, he felt that his painting was more like Wu Daozi, which was just rubbish!

Then Qin Yang sighed.

“Oh!Failure, failure."

"Maybe I can fix it like that."

Thinking about it, Qin Yang picked up the tea cup on the side, took a sip, and then injected the power of reincarnation into the water.

Hmmm!

A sip of water squirted out, turned into a star of water, slowly falling on the screen.

That is the power of reincarnation.

Although it only took a very poor little bit, it has changed the mood of the painting.

Qin Yang nodded his head with satisfaction.

"Oh, it's almost the same, although compared with Master Wu, it's still garbage, but it's also a top product in the garbage."

Thinking about it, Qin Yang couldn’t help but laugh.

“Okay, it’s done.”

Just as Qin Yang wanted to collect the painting, suddenly there was a loud roar at the door!

“No!Moved!”

“Fuck, I screamed!”

Qin Yang, who had just returned from the painting, was so frightened that he took two or three steps back and rubbed his ears hard.

"Mother, this roar is more terrible than the roar of the Shaolin lion, and the eardrums are breaking."

When Qin Yang looked up to see who was intimidating himself, the old man rushed up one arrow.

This old man, seeing this painting, just like seeing the baby, pushed a hand at Qin Yang, who was blocking the road.

Bam!

Sadness!

The most sad thing in the world is to be attacked by the lion after being roared.

Qin Yang was pushed directly into the cabinet, and the objects on the cabinet fell down.

Poor Qin Yang only felt the crackling of his head, and then it was like a hail falling on the top of his head, and the pain was incomparable.

Those things that can be placed in the study are definitely the most cherished things of the grandfather.

But now it is broken, but Grandpa Zhou does not even look at it, and he is completely attracted by the Taolintu.

Hearing the sound of breaking things, Zhou Xiaoqin and his mother ran in.

When Zhou Xiaoqin saw Qin Yang hit the cabinet and fell his grandfather's heart and liver baby, her face was pale, and she rushed out of the rescue pill, only to wait for a bad one, and quickly gave it to Grandpa to eat.

Sadly, she didn’t wait for this moment.

The sober grandfather, holding his hands on Qin Yang's shoulder, shook excitedly a few times.

"Little Qin, the old man's eyes are writhed, the eyes are wow."

“This is the hand of the country, this is the hand of the country, you have surprised me so much...”

Qin Yang was hit by the falling object of seven faints, just a little awake...

Oh!The old man pressed his shoulder, so excitedly shaken.

Bing...

The largest piece on the shelf, the bronze incense burner fell.

Oh hey!

Hmmm!

This is not light, Qin Yang's ass sitting on the ground, blood down the door of the brain.

The Zhou family was stupid, and Qin Yang climbed out from the painting table case with one of the endless sadness.

As he climbed, he shook his head.

"I'm wrong, I'm really wrong, Mr. Zhou, I should listen to you, don't touch your grandfather's baby!"

Climbing to the door, Qin Yang stood up with Zhou Xiaoqin's dress.

This time, Zhou Xiaoqin not only blamed the thief of Qin Yang for holding his leg, but also took a hand.

When you get up, something falls from the ceiling.

Oh yeah!

The pen that was thrown out by Qin Yang when it was proud, actually attached to the ceiling, and finally fell down at this time.

Let it fall, but it falls on the bridge of Qin Yang’s nose.

This guy turned into a big face.

The house was silent for a moment, and the old man, the mother of Zhou, Zhou Xiaoqin was stunned.

How could this pen fall from the ceiling, inexplicably, inexplicably.

Qin Yang looked at Zhou Xiaoqin, who was holding a smile in front of him, and said coldly: "It is very good to say the ancient language, the evil is the trust, the blessing is in the place."It is not clear that this blessing and evil will come to pass, for a man shall be unlucky.”

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