Beauty Man: All Heavens and Immortals

Chapter 133

Baozhilin.

Zhu Wushuang went to the street to buy vegetables and came back. Seeing Owen standing there, he couldn't help but walked over and asked, "Junior brother, who is this old man?"

She is not stupid. Although Owen is usually kind to others, it is definitely not to this level...

Owen said with a smile: "If my guess is correct, this old man should be an expert in the game world, and my senior sister also knows it. I just have this hobby. I like to collect excellent skills for cultivation. It's rare to meet this expert, so I naturally think Please ask me."

Zhu Wushuang glanced at the study room and said in surprise, "If that's the case, then why don't you ask for advice directly, Junior Brother?"

Owen smiled and said: "Since the seniors are hiding their identities, we juniors are naturally not easy to reveal. We understand in our hearts that it is enough to be respectful. By the way, senior sister, we must show the best craftsmanship tonight and serve the seniors' favorite food. Make those dishes, please."

Zhu Wushuang waved his hand and said, "Why are you being so polite, junior brother? Don't worry, I'll go to the kitchen first."

"kindness."

Inside the study.

While painting on the rice paper, the old man Huahua murmured, "What a boy, you are really extraordinary..."

After half an hour.

"All right."

Hearing the old man's voice, Owen said respectfully, "The junior has come in."

"kindness."

Owen pushed open the door and saw that there were more than ten pages of pictures on the desk. Under the gesture of the old man, he picked it up and saw that it was the routine of sunflower acupuncture...

"Senior, does this acupuncture point have a name?"

"Well, let me think about it. This happened many years ago. It was imagined in my mind. What is it called? Oh, yes, let's call it Sunflower Acupuncture Hand. How about it? I'm satisfied." ?"

"Satisfied, satisfied, but can senior write inscriptions on each picture?"

The old man Huahua took a meaningful look at Owen, shook his head and said, "I can only draw, not inscriptions."

Owen naturally refused to give up, and said euphemistically: "Senior, didn't you say that you like painting the most, just write down your feelings when you were painting."

The old man Huahua gave Owen a sideways look and said, "Then I have to think about it carefully. After all, it's been a long time, and I've never inscribed words before. It will take time."

Owen's heart moved, and he said in a respectful voice: "Seniors think slowly, juniors are not in a hurry, you can do it anytime, why don't you just stay in the humble house first?"

The old man Huahua smiled and said, "That's kind, I'm homeless right now."

Owen took out 100 Wen and handed it to the old man Huahua: "Senior, this is the painting money from Sunflower acupuncture practitioner, please accept it."

"so much?"

"Your skill is superb and you deserve it."

"Well, come to me again if there is such a thing in the future."

"Ahem, senior, you forgot, I am very interested in the boxing manuals, sword manuals, and sword manuals you mentioned. As long as it is drawn by you, it is fine even if it is a erotic palace."

"..."

"Senior, don't worry, money is not a problem, as long as you draw it, you can ask for a price."

"The old man is not a greedy person either. I said five cents a painting, then five cents a painting. Since you like it, then I will paint all of them?"

"Thank you senior, if you have anything to do, just tell me."

"kindness."

Owen exited the study again. The old man Huahua looked at Owen's leaving figure, shook his head and whispered: "Hey! This kid is really a cunning..."

at dinner time.

The old man Huahua ate heartily, and there was no trace of an old man's appearance. He swept away the delicious dishes carefully cooked by Zhu Wushuang. After drinking and eating, he stayed in the guest room under Owen's arrangement.

in the library.

Owen held the sword manual, knife manual, and boxing manual drawn by the old man Huahua, and was slightly disappointed. With his eyesight, he could see at a glance that although these martial arts were not bad, they were by no means peerless martial arts.

But after thinking about it, I was relieved.

There is a clear difference between breaking through the realm and creating martial arts by yourself.

In the world of the young Zhang Sanfeng, even after practicing for a hundred years, Owen failed to break through to the realm of the great martial arts master. This is definitely because of the relationship between understanding and luck.

Both Yi Tianxing and Owen, who are also peerless masters, did not create their own martial arts, but Xiaoyao Wang created the art of the most rigid and soft mind, why?

It is because Xiaoyao Wang has enough understanding under the shadow of luck.

If you follow the old ways and practice a peerless martial art, you still have a chance to become a martial arts master, but if you want to create a peerless martial art, even a martial arts master may not be sure.

With Owen's eyesight, he vaguely sensed that the old man Huahua is also a wicked Taoist, and should have reached the realm of a great master of martial arts, but judging from his creation of sunflower acupuncture, Hengshan swordsmanship, and these saber and boxing techniques, they can only be regarded as top-level martial arts , It cannot be compared with the peerless martial arts such as Taijiquan.

But Owen is not discouraged. He has been mentally prepared for a hundred years in the world of young Zhang Sanfeng, and he has a clear understanding of the future path of martial arts.

Since it is impossible to obtain the qi luck shield like Zhang Sanfeng and easily break through to the realm of the great master of martial arts, then by means of time-traveling, experience a few more lives, practice the qi luck magic skills of all worlds, use quantitative changes to trigger qualitative changes, and master many martial arts to create a new world. Develop your own unique and peerless martial arts.

The next day.

morning.

When Owen was consulting a patient, he vaguely noticed that someone was staring at him, smiled inwardly, pretended not to know, and treated him normally.

On this day, the old man Hua Hua who was the incarnation of a wicked Taoist still did not inscribe on the Sunflower acupuncture point, but instead drew a picture of the erotic palace...

For half a month, I drew a full 365 pictures. The lifelike demeanor and various incredible poses really opened Owen's eyes. , is hardly worth mentioning.

Traditions, uniforms, plots, scenes, cosplay, extraordinary, endless poses, endless romance...

The wicked Taoist triumphantly named it: "Dongxuan Zhou Tianshi!"

It symbolizes 365 degrees of the sky, no dead angle in all directions, various postures...

Zhu Wushuang caught a glimpse of it occasionally, blushing with shame, while Owen, while she was dumbfounded, collected it as if he had found a treasure.

Another half month passed.

The wicked person finally wrote an inscription on the picture of Sunflower Acupuncture Hand, and then received the painting money from Owen, gave Owen a meaningful look, and drifted away.

Owen looked at the inscription on the picture, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help turning up. He understood that in the past month, under the unannounced visit of the wicked Taoist, he had already made a decision. Beng, everything is going well."

At the moment, according to the sunflower acupuncture hand special inner strength method written by the wicked Taoist, after practicing, when the first ray of acupuncture hand zhenqi was born, in the sea of ​​consciousness, a star crossed the sky and became the satellite of the second star... …

Tongfu Inn.

At dinner, everyone chatted while eating.

Tong Xiangyu took a look at Owen, and pondered: "Xiao Ou, Xiaomi has a good heart. You donate medicine to poor people, why don't you help Xiaomi?"

Others also looked over and were extremely curious about it.

Owen put down his bowl, looked around the crowd, and said with a smile, "Actually, I know that Xiaomi is not a bad person, but he is from the beggar gang."

Bai Zhantang frowned: "Junior Brother, do you have enmity with the Beggar Gang?"

"That's not it."

Owen shook his head and said: "It's just that in my eyes, the gang of beggars is worse than the monks. It is harmful to the society and has no benefit. It is a cancer, and it is not considered a poor people at all. So as long as it is a member of the gang of beggars, I am not willing to treat it. of."

"What's this saying? Aren't the members of the Beggar Gang all beggars? They are very pitiful."

"Shopkeeper, this is your habitual thinking. The so-called poor people must have something to hate. Take Xiaomi as an example, does he have any disabilities?"

"This is not."

"That's right, he's in good health, why can't he eat a living, but he just slumps there begging, what positive significance does such a lazy person have for society?"

"It's too one-sided to say that. There are still many physically disabled or homeless people who have to beg."

"That's right, for example, Lao Xing, he exhausted all his money, if he didn't rely on begging, he couldn't come back, but the shopkeeper, have you thought about a problem, begging is begging, and joining the gang of beggars is two different things, one is personal behavior, the other is It is to join a hierarchical organization, and everyone will not forget why Lao Xing lost his position as a head catcher after he came back, right?"

"It was Lao Xing who accidentally said about joining the Beggar Gang."

"This is only the superficial reason. The real reason is that Lao Xing couldn't stand the exploitation of the gang of beggars. At that time, Xiaomi took two beggars passing by here and almost stripped Lao Xing, who was wearing an official uniform and had an official knife across his waist. Xiaomi Threats to Lao Xing every day made Lao Xing blurt out the fact that he joined the Beggar Gang when encountering unexpected events, if he hadn’t kept it in his heart, like a gnat in his throat, would Lao Xing blurt out this kind of loss of office?”

"So it is."

"Also, have you ever thought about it? Lao Xing is still a high-quality head catcher. If he was an ordinary person and was entangled by members of the beggar gang, how could he get away so easily?"

"After Xiao Ou said that, I suddenly felt that Lao Xing was very pitiful."

"This is pitiful? Do you know why there are so many disabled beggars in the world?"

"...Xiao Ou, you, what do you mean?"

"Hehe, disabled beggars can get more sympathy from everyone, and they can get more money from begging. In the eyes of those beggar leaders, they can make more money, so they cheated some children and broke their hands and feet. The more disabled beggars..."

"Hiss~ no way? It sounds like it's so infiltrating."

Just when Tong Xiangyu and the others were terrified, a loud shout came from outside the door: "Bold madman, how dare you slander my beggar gang like this. I will not rest with you today."

(End of this chapter)