In Xuanjie, the Lin family is also a big family. Lin Ran is quite outstanding among the young people of the younger generation. Whether it is ability, education or appearance, he is the best among his peers.
Chu Wei watched helplessly as such an almost highly decomposed corpse was carried onto the vehicle for transporting the corpse.
"I should have noticed that day, the look in that female ghost's eyes before she died was not shock, but disbelief, unbelievable... her master actually killed herself like this."
The time I met Lin Ran by chance, at that construction site.
Chu Wei always thought that the female ghost was just an accident, but now thinking about it, there are doubts everywhere.
Why did the young man named Chang Jian just hear about him on the side of the road, how did he meet the Lin brothers and sisters just before going in, and Lin Ran's overly weird attitude.
Looking at the degree of decay of the corpse, at that time, that person was no longer Lin Ran, but a devil lurking in the human world, who didn't know what he wanted to do.
Hua Rong held his hand and asked in a low voice, "Why haven't I heard you talk about this?"
If this is the case, it means that this person has already set his sights on Chu Wei.
When you think about it, it's scary.
If the devil really did something at that time, wouldn't it be impossible to guard against.
Chu Wei was also a little helpless: "I really thought it was a simple entrustment case. After all, it was resolved in a while, and Lin Ran didn't feel the slightest bit of magic."
If the devil really used this method to cover up his devilish energy, then it is unknown how many people were killed by him.
It is impossible for a person's face to keep a fresh appearance all the time. There is no problem for ten and a half months, but after a long time, the face will inevitably be lost.
After cleaning up all the corpses, Dou Shun came over. Even though he had seen so many unusual things, he was shocked by such a pile of corpses.
Compared with the girls killed by Jihang last time, the ones in front of them are even worse.
The only difference is that all the dead this time were young men, far more than last time.
Dou Shun's expression was not much better. Such a large-scale murder case occurred within his jurisdiction, and there is no investigation until now, which is outrageous.
"Master Chu, what do you think of this matter?"
Chu Wei looked up at him: "Don't call me Master, just call me Chu Wei."
After listening to it for a long time, I always have the illusion that I am already seventy or eighty.
Dou Shun didn't bother with one title, it was the things in front of him that gave him a headache.
Chu Wei thought for a while, and suddenly said: "You might as well look at the accidents that happened in recent months."
Dou Shun: "An accident?"
Just thinking about it, he understood what Chu Wei meant.
If these people are normal disappearances, the family members will definitely report the case, and it is impossible not to notice it at all. Since there is no clue, there is only one possibility, that is, after the other party replaced these people, they died in an acceptable way. By accident.
In this way, these cases will not be caught by the Special Investigation Bureau.
Dou Shun got the idea and immediately started calling.
But Chu Wei began to think about what the devil wanted to do, when did he appear, how long had he been in the human world, and what was his real purpose?
Probably because his expression was too serious, Hua Rong couldn't help but put his hands on his eyebrows, smoothing away the frown.
"What are you doing frowning, like a little old man?"
Chu Wei relaxed slowly, but all he was thinking about was the devil.
Hua Rong and him are in the same mind, especially as time goes by, the connection between the two becomes more profound. What is thinking between them can be understood with just a look.
He held Chu Wei's hand tightly, and teased, "I'll be jealous if you think about other men so intently."
Chu Wei smiled: "I'm just a little worried, Master, I'm fine."
As the person who knows him best, this sentence really has no credibility at all.
At this moment, Chu Musheng rubbed his eyes and came out of the room.
"Master, why did I fall asleep?"
The dizziness caused by the drug was still there, and Chu Musheng was a little confused, and couldn't remember what happened to him at all.
Until the eyes fell on these embarrassing corpses.
Chu Musheng's expression changed drastically, he covered his mouth, squatted aside and vomited.
This scene is really unacceptable.
After he vomited, he became more sober, and then he remembered that he was drugged.
He immediately jumped up and rushed to Chu Wei's side: "Master, master, those people gave me medicine, I didn't notice it for a while... I got tricked."
Chu Wei glanced at him: "This time is a lesson, next time you go out, be vigilant."
Chu Musheng patted his head: "Understood, Master."
When all the actions were over, the sky was already bright, and the morning sun rose from the east, glowing red, illuminating the entire land brightly, and the haze was gone.
As the corpses were dug out, the resentment here gradually dissipated.
Dou Shun arranged for people to deal with the aftermath, and a group of people left.
This time their actions did not leak any information, and they acted extremely quickly, capturing all the targets that Jihang explained, which can be said to be extremely successful.
For Mo Zi, this was a serious injury at all.
On the way back, Chu Wei analyzed it.
If he could find the trajectories of the people he had pretended to be, it would not be difficult to determine Mozi's current stronghold, because the trajectories of these people must overlap.
These places are the places where he often haunts, and there must be his designated residence among them.
But after they made such an action, the devil must have noticed it, and would not stay where he was, waiting for them to come and catch people.
that's the truth.
At this moment, in a high-rise apartment somewhere, another man with a different face slammed down the ashtray in his hand with a bang.
"waste."
The man's face darkened, and the black mist in his eyes almost condensed into anger.
If you look carefully, you will find that this face is actually not so consistent with the current expression, this piece of skin seems to be floating on the face.
Kneeling down was a man completely wrapped in a black robe.
The man trembled and said hastily: "The subordinates didn't expect that they would touch these places. It's well hidden here, and there has never been anything wrong."
Mozi laughed back angrily, raised the corners of his lips and looked at him: "Nothing went wrong, what's going on now, could it be that I took the corpses they found?"
The man lowered his head even lower, almost touching the ground.
"Master forgive me, this time there is really no news at all, and I don't know how they know these things."
Mozi turned his back to him and looked out the window.
There is a lot of traffic under the feet, and the endless stream of people can have a panoramic view.
"As expected of the man I fell in love with, I really underestimated you, Wei Wei, too. I have been lurking in the devil world for so many years, how could I have forgotten what kind of person you are."
Mozi was furious, but he was so angry that he could see any change in his face.
"For the rest of the place, let everyone move. If something goes wrong again, next time, I will use your face."
The man quickly said yes, and didn't dare to lift his head out.
"I tried my best to remind you, but I got such a result, so I can't blame me."
The devil's eyes were full of killing intent.
……
As Chu Wei expected, even though Dou Shun had accelerated all the speed to figure out the trajectory of Mozi's activities, by the time he led people to break through, those places had already been emptied.
Only the demonic energy remaining in the air proves that their inferred direction is correct.
Chu Wei sorted out these things in his mind and came to several conclusions.
Compared with thousands of years ago, the devil's affirmation ability is greatly reduced. Secondly, he needs the face of an ordinary person to cover up his devilish energy.
They also have an additional direction of investigation, and any accidents will be included in the scope of investigation.
This matter cannot be investigated in a short while. Although Chu Wei is concerned about this matter, life still has to go on.
His daily life is full, taking classes, teaching apprentices, drawing, writing, drawing symbols, practicing martial arts...everything is taken care of, except for the man whose eyes almost turn green when he looks at him every day.
Hua Rong has not been very busy with work recently, but because he is investigating the kidnapping case in private, he is not too busy.
Now that they are not going back home, the two of them spend most of their time in the bookstore, because it is relatively close to the school. For the convenience of Chu Wei, Hua Rong drives to and from get off work by himself every day, and will accompany him in the bookstore when he is free.
After class this day, when Chu Wei returned to the bookstore, it was nearly seven o'clock, and it was already dark.
The group of people in the dormitory said that Chu Wei valued sex over friends every day, so they had dinner with them and drank a little wine.
Chu Wei didn't drink very well, so he stopped after only two bottles of beer.
This group of people didn't feed him, and they went back to their homes after the dinner party.
With a book in his hand, Chu Wei walked across the alley and stood in front of the bookstore alone.
All the employees in the store had already left work, and Chu Musheng was also taken home by the driver.
The lights were still on in the bookstore, and the silver wolf was lazily lying on the sofa. Hearing Chu Wei's return, he just raised his eyelids and closed them again.
The little white cat was lying in the arms of the silver wolf. The two animals, one big and one small, hugged each other, sleeping as if no one else was around.
Chu Wei was a little drunk, but his consciousness was very clear, far from drunk.
He put down the things in his hands, turned around and closed the door, regardless of the two species on the sofa, but the two were in an unusually harmonious relationship, turned and went upstairs.
On the sofa on the second floor, Hua Rong was leaning against the sofa with a book in his hand, reading vigorously.
As soon as Chu Wei came in, he heard the man ask, "Drink?"
Chu Wei let out a "hmm" and was a little curious, what book he was reading, so focused, if it was any other time, he would have come here a long time ago.
"What book is so beautiful?"
The book is pure white, and there are no two marks on it, so it is impossible to tell what kind of book it is from the outside.
Chu Wei leaned over, unexpectedly, the man closed the book quickly.
He was holding Hua Rong's hand, his eyes were a little red because of the alcohol, looking at him like this made him want to be bullied.
Chu Wei looked at him without blinking: "What book, can't you let me read it?"
Hua Rong tilted her head and nodded her lips: "Kiss me once, and I'll tell you."
Chu Wei leaned forward suddenly and kissed her, but because of too much force, he accidentally knocked his lips.
He touched his lips with some aggrievedness, and muttered: "It hurts."
Hua Rong immediately put down the book in his hand, raised his chin with his hand, leaned closer, and looked carefully, a small piece of skin was knocked off his lips, it was glowing red.
This can be smashed, how tender it is.
Looking at his caressing hand, it seems that his taste has changed a little.
Just as Hua Rong wanted to lower her head to kiss her, she found a sly gleam in the eyes of the person in front of her.
Chu Wei raised his hand, waved the white paper in his hand, and said proudly, "I got the book."
As he spoke, he pushed away the person in front of him without hesitation, and said cheerfully, "If you don't give me something to do."
Hua Rong simply leaned on the sofa, waiting for the man to open the book.
Chu Wei excitedly opened the book, and the eye-catching paintings really made him dumbfounded.
The man's cheeks were already a little red, but now they turned red suddenly, and he complained, "What do you think... read this kind of book."
Looking at the appearance of the thread binding, he thought it was some precious classic book, but he didn't expect it to be...
Hua Rong leaned over: "Don't you think this is a very profound book?"
Chu Wei held back for a long time, and uttered a word: "Fart."
This book uses stick figures to draw two men. It is self-evident what they are doing, and there are various poses and shapes, which are simply unsightly.
To make matters worse, these words evoke some unforgettable memories of two months in Chu Wei.
It's the same way.
Chu Wei stuffed the book into his arms: "What are you doing reading this?"
Hua Rong said calmly: "Study."
study! ! !
Chu Wei was simply shocked by his shamelessness. He still needs to learn, just like that self-taught, familiar appearance, he still needs to learn.
The resentment in his heart was too deep, Hua Rong had already felt it, he pulled Chu Wei over, held him tightly in his arms, and opened the book.
"Look at this action, isn't it extremely novel?"
"I'm watching this movement, my waist is bad, so I definitely can't do it."
"You can also learn this. I think it can be used. The floor-to-ceiling windows at home are very good."
Chu Wei couldn't get away from this person, so he was forced to sting his eyes. With nothing to do, he said provocatively: "Just talk without practicing fake moves, master, and you can't apply what you have learned. It is useless to learn."
Sure enough, the man holding him froze and looked at him with heavy eyes.
Yes, due to an extremely important reason, some things cannot be done, but it does not mean that there is no other way.
Hua Rong threw the book aside, hugged the confident man beside him, and pressed him tightly on the sofa.
"Although I can't practice it personally, it is still possible to charge some interest."
As he spoke, he leaned his forehead against Chu Wei's, and as his spiritual power flowed, he was pulled into a deeper vortex.
Chu Wei trembled all over, and closed his eyes involuntarily.
There are so many ways to be happy, who said there is only one?
In short, this night was very pleasant. When Chu Wei got out of bed the next day, his whole body was soft, and there was a lazy energy in the corners of his eyes and brows.
The neck is still invisible, which made him suspect for a while that the master is a dog at all.
This question cannot be explored.
After another two days, Chu Wei received a letter, an invitation letter from the Kyoto Calligraphy Association.
"Who sent this thing?"
The envelope was packaged very delicately, and the words "invitation letter" on it were also written with a brush.
Opening the invitation letter, the bronzing cover came into view, and the words in the invitation letter were also handwritten with a brush.
This character is very beautiful, like a silver hook painted on iron, sonorous and powerful, it looks like it is the work of a master calligraphy.
It's just, how did this letter get sent to him? Did it go to the wrong place?
Chu Wei looked up, his name was written on it, and it was indeed delivered correctly.
Chu Wei flipped through, found a phone number on the back of the invitation letter, and called.
After repeated confirmation, the letter was indeed sent to him, and the sender was the president of the Kyoto Calligraphy Association, who wanted to invite Chu Wei to participate in the triennial calligraphy exhibition.
The calligraphy exhibition of the Kyoto Calligraphy Association is held once every three years. The exhibition will be held for three days, and calligraphers from all over the country will gather together.
Some people will take out their treasures, some people will write calligraphy and paintings on the spot, and auction them on the spot. In short, it is very lively, and all the people who go there are people who are very accomplished in calligraphy.
After Chu Wei inquired about this association, he was a little surprised why he received this invitation letter.
After much deliberation, he could only think of Dou Shun.
Because the only painting that sold was in his place.
Called Dou Shun, the other party thought for a while, and then replied: "Some time ago, an old gentleman who was interested in magic arts went to play with the old lady. When he saw your writing, he was very interested, so he asked me for I lost your contact information, I have too many things to do recently, and I forgot about it."
Chu Wei knew about it, but he didn't say anything. He just asked Hua Rong if he knew what the Calligraphy Association was about.
Hua Rong took the invitation letter, looked at it, and handed it to him.
"This association is quite decent, and there are old scholars in it. If you are interested, you can go and have a look. Maybe you can find calligraphy and paintings you like."
Chu Wei is still very interested in calligraphy and painting, otherwise he would not have learned it for so many years.
Now that the memory of the past has been restored, the feeling of writing is different from the past.
It's fun to find like-minded people.
The calligraphy exhibition was scheduled for the weekend, and the location of the exhibition was actually a five-star hotel owned by Huarong.
The two exhibition halls between the eighth and ninth floors of the hotel were all taken over.
Hua Rong looked at his work schedule and said, "It just so happens that I have something to do nearby on Saturday, so come with me, and I'll ask my assistant to pick you up when it's over."
Chu Wei did not refuse, but looked at the robe that Hua Rong had prepared for him.
This robe is a bit like the design of Tang suit, but it is a little more casual than Tang suit.
On the light blue robe is a dragon and phoenix pattern embroidered with light silver thread, which is very beautiful.
Looking at this dress for some reason, Chu Wei thought of the robe that Hua Rong left behind when they first met at Qingtianya.
He subconsciously flipped through the hem of his clothes, and sure enough, he saw two words in the corner.
Rong and Wei.
These two characters are not orthodox Chinese characters, but the fonts of the cultivation world. The design is also very beautiful, and it is also embroidered with silver thread.
Chu Wei: ...
This old man never hides his possessiveness.
There is an indescribable romance when the two words are put together.
After putting on his clothes, Chu Wei looked at himself in the mirror.
His hair has grown a lot recently, but because he was too lazy to cut it, it has reached below his shoulders.
Chu Wei found a hair tie and tied up his hair.
It already had a dusty smell, but it was even more eye-catching this way.
Sitting on the sofa downstairs waiting for someone, Hua Rong, who was handling business with a tablet by the way, raised his head and never looked away.
Chu Wei looked at his eyes, and checked it again himself, and he was right.
Hua Rong looked at the young man's flowing robe, and said in a low voice, "What I want to do more now is to take off your clothes."
Chu Wei didn't care about this sentence at all, he even walked around in front of Hua Rong twice without fear.
The man sighed leisurely, feeling that he was simply torturing himself by choosing this dress.
The car drove all the way to the hotel, and Chu Wei just took the invitation letter and didn't bring anything.
There is a sign at the entrance of the hotel to guide you all the way.
When the elevator stopped on the eighth floor, Chu Wei got a pure red long scarf outside the door with the invitation letter in his hand.
This scarf is hung around the neck, which is considered a kind of beauty.
The little girl wearing the scarf for him couldn't help but glanced at Chu Wei several times. She didn't know whether it was because the other party was so beautiful, or because the man was too young, so she was so surprised.
All those with scarves around their necks are from this calligraphy exhibition.
This is much more beautiful than any job card.
After entering the door, the first thing that catches the eye is a variety of temporary halls, one at a time, and calligraphy and paintings are hung in each hall.
Some are scrolls, some are framed, with words and paintings.
Chu Wei had just taken two steps when suddenly an old gentleman walked up to him, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Are you... Chu Wei?"
Chu Wei turned to look at him.
The old man is over 60 years old, but he can't see a few black hairs, and his whole face is very radiant.
He was wearing a Chinese tunic suit, and he exuded a strong bookish atmosphere.
Chu Wei paused: "I am, may I ask if you are..."
He really doesn't know anyone here.
The old gentleman looked him up and down, nodded with a smile, and hurriedly said: "Young and promising, really young and promising, my name is Ge Hanjiang, I sent your invitation letter, and I was worried that you would not come over. "
Hearing the name Ge Hanjiang, Chu Wei was taken aback for a moment.
Although he had never met the person himself, he had indeed heard of the name.
The high school teacher once mentioned that Ge Hanjiang definitely has a place among the current calligraphers.
Chu Wei has always respected scholars, not to mention that the old man in front of him is full of auspiciousness, presumably it is the result of doing good deeds frequently.
Chu Wei stretched out his hand first, and said with a smile: "So it's Grandpa Ge. I've heard of your name since I was in school. I didn't expect to see it with my own eyes today."
Ge Hanjiang laughed haha: "You kid, you're flattering me. I've read your handwriting. You are young and promising, immeasurable."
Chu Wei smiled modestly.
He did not know how many years he has practiced writing this character. For him, using a brush is easier than using any pen.
"You have won the prize, but you like it. You write a little more on weekdays, so you don't dare to play tricks."
Ge Hanjiang was very happy, and immediately asked Chu Wei to follow behind him.
The organizer of this calligraphy exhibition is Ge Hanjiang. His name is really well-known in the calligraphy world. I don't know how many people are scrambling to buy his works that are well-reviewed.
Even if he is rich, he can't get a word of praise from him.
Everyone was curious for a while looking at this young man who was so born that he couldn't face him anymore.
Where did this boy come from? He looked like he had just grown up. Even if he was holding a pen and writing at the age of three, he wouldn't be able to praise Ge Lao so much.
There are many people behind Ge Hanjiang, including famous people in the calligraphy field.
Now watching him praise a young man so generously, and personally send out an invitation letter to invite him to participate in this calligraphy exhibition, he is naturally curious.
A 40-year-old man in a suit standing next to Mr. Ge smiled and asked, "Where did Mr. Ge find this treasure? Why have I never seen it before?"
What he said was exquisite, let's praise Chu Wei without any trace first, no matter what his ability is, this was personally appraised by Ge Lao.
If it's not good, this person was invited by Ge Lao, even if he loses face, he can't lose it on him.
What kind of person Ge Hanjiang, after so many years of eating, still can't understand the meaning of these words.
But he didn't care at all, and said with a smile: "You said it was a baby, how could it be discovered so easily."
Chu Wei stood aside, pretending not to understand anything, watching his calligraphy exhibition.
This calligraphy exhibition still has a certain amount of gold, at least many of the calligraphy and paintings hanging here are from calligraphers, and some things are all treasures, only for collection, that is, this kind of exhibition will be shown. Generally invisible.
Just because he doesn't speak, doesn't mean that others don't want to know him.
A few people chatted and talked, and then they got to the point, there will be discussions in every calligraphy exhibition.
It is said to be a competition, but it is actually a small competition. Participants sign up on the spot and compete on the spot. Those who are dissatisfied can go up and challenge until they finally win the competition.
Whoever wins the game will be rewarded.
Someone was curious: "Old Ge, I don't know what the prizes for this exhibition are, but I really want to feast our eyes on them."
Ge Hanjiang was chatting with Chu Wei, and said with a smile: "It's not a special thing, just a set of simple four treasures of the study."
If the simple Four Treasures of the Study are said by ordinary people, they must be ordinary things, but when it is said by Ge Lao, no one believes that they are simple things.
Definitely a collectible.
Chu Wei didn't want to show off the limelight, he just came to have a look out of curiosity.
Now I have met the calligraphy masters I have heard about in the book, and I am very satisfied.
The calligraphy and painting exhibition has two floors. The eighth floor is mainly for characters, and the ninth floor is mainly for paintings.
He asked Hua Rong to have lunch with him.
Chu Wei doesn't want to participate, but it doesn't mean that others don't want to know him.
Such a young boy came to the calligraphy exhibition without any calligraphy or painting, not even a representative work of his own, which made people feel a little unbalanced.
You know, not everyone can enter this calligraphy exhibition.
Except for a few well-recognized veterans who will participate in every calligraphy exhibition, the rest of the exhibitors are selected through layers of selection, and when everyone comes, they bring their most proud masterpieces.
Once it is displayed in the calligraphy exhibition, it shows that the level of calligraphy and painting is first-class, and even if it is used for auction, it will be improved to a higher level.
In this calligraphy exhibition, the youngest person is a genius boy they recognized. He is 22 years old this year. He didn't have the opportunity to enter the calligraphy exhibition last time, but in this year's selection, he ranked first in calligraphy and second in painting. The results came in.
Many people thought that the boy had a bright future, and he might be another Elder Ge in the future.
Many people bet on this young man, betting that he can win this art exhibition competition.
Therefore, Cheng Yaojin, who was killed halfway like Chu Wei, naturally paid a lot of attention, especially because this person was also affirmed by Ge Lao.
Isn't it very curious.
The man beside Ge Lao said again: "This little brother will also participate in the competition, after all, it is held only once every three years, so don't let the big guys see it. The calligraphy and painting praised by Ge Lao."
This man is the father who is known as a genius calligrapher by everyone.
His son has been practicing calligraphy since he was a child. For decades, he can't be worse than this little doll.
The crowd also cheered.
Old Ge was not afraid at all, his eyes fell on Chu Wei.
"Otherwise, you can go up and try it out. It's just for fun, and the pressure doesn't need to be too much."
Who is Chu Wei, he just looks young.
What do these old foxes mean, you can tell at a glance.
It's nothing more than seeing him young, not believing his level, and feeling that Mr. Ge has misjudged him.
There are also people who really want to see his calligraphy.
But Chu Wei looked at it at a glance, and more than half of the people who saw the joke.
Most people don't believe it.
He didn't have this interest in the first place, and being in the limelight has never been his favorite thing to do.
But he is not someone who can be manipulated by others.
Chu Wei smiled: "It's okay to write for fun, Grandpa Ge, please don't put too much pressure on me, I am young, and I still know what level I am."
When everyone heard this, they became even more certain.
The level must be there, but it is definitely not as amazing as what Ge Lao said. After all, he is a child who has just grown up, and he can still be better than those calligraphy masters who have been writing for decades.
The man immediately had full confidence in his son, and raised his hand to push his son forward.
Chu Wei glanced at the man.
He just glanced at it, but frowned slightly.
There was a faint black air on the young man's forehead, and there was some gloom between his brows and eyes, as if he had encountered something.
The young man froze for a moment, and under his father's push, he took two steps forward and stood in front of everyone.
The stage for the competition is in the center of the exhibition hall on the eighth floor, and there are two tables on it, which is very simple.
Pens, inks, papers and inkstones were also prepared long ago.
There are stairs on both sides, climbing up is equivalent to standing under the eyes of everyone.
The surrounding area is full of stools that have been placed in advance, and a group of calligraphers are sitting there.
Elder Ge took a sip of tea and pondered for a while.
"I'll make a theme on the spot, so how about taking clouds as the theme, not limited to calligraphy and painting, and limited to half an hour."
Things like clouds are really too broad. They can be poems, words, or paintings. To complete such a work within half an hour, it depends on the examinee's own ideas.
Chu Wei raised one hand, wrapped his sleeve lightly, and rubbed the ink calmly.
His eyes were slightly cold, and for some reason, when he saw the theme of cloud, Hua Rong was the first thing that popped into his mind.
That day at the top of Tianshan Mountain, on the snow-capped mountain, Huarong was sitting with him on the cloud.
Although at that time, I couldn't see it, I could only use my spiritual sense to detect it, and I didn't have that kind of thought at that time, but now I think about it, it was probably during the tribulation that I unconsciously fell in love with this person.
The other party has already started to write, and the writing is smooth and flowing.
Chu Wei was not in a hurry, and only started to write when Mo reached the state he wanted.
With just a few strokes, the scenery of Tianshan Mountain is fully displayed.
On the top of Tianshan Mountain, there is a looming figure hidden among the dense clouds.
The painting is very simple. At first glance, it looks ordinary and there is nothing special about it.
After finishing the painting, Chu Wei paused for a moment and wrote an inscription in the corner.
——On the top of Tianshan Mountain, see you again, Mr. Rong, and yearn for him.
This can be regarded as a secret confession, and I don't know if the master read it and knows what he means.
Chu Wei didn't think about winning the game at all.
He thought about giving the painting to Master after the meeting was over.
"time up."
The timer at the side rang the small gong beside them, and the two of them put down their pens one after another.
Now it's time for the review.
Chu Wei and the young man stepped aside, watching a group of people commenting on their calligraphy and painting.
Nodding for a while, shaking his head for a while.
He has good ears, so he naturally listened to what these people said.
"This painting is too plain. There are clouds floating on a mountain top. Although it fits the theme, it has no deep meaning."
"In this painting of his, although there are no clouds, there are clouds everywhere. There are houses in the depths of the inscription white clouds. The fireworks all over the mountains look good."
"How does Elder Ge feel?"
Ge Hanjiang smiled: "You really only see the clouds, and the people in the clouds don't see them?"
"Is anyone there?"
After a careful look, everyone discovered that there was actually a person hidden in the looming clouds.
No, to be precise, not one, but two people.
One is among the clouds, one is behind.
The two people who are clearly unrelated, but fit in this painting, seem to be inextricably linked.
Look at the characters below, even if you don’t look at the content of the characters, you can see the skills of the writers by just looking at a few characters. It may not be possible to have such a level.
While everyone was surprised, it seemed that the winner of this competition had already been decided.
Chu Wei lost interest after listening to a few words, but took out his mobile phone and sent Hua Rong a text message.
"Do you want to give you a present?"
The other party replied very quickly, so fast that he wondered if he was working.
"want."
Chu Wei hooked his lips, as if he had thought of Hua Rong's expression when he saw the painting later.
Speaking of which, although he has said many times that he likes Master, he always feels that Master has no sense of security. In this case, he might as well say it a few more times.
Chu Wei made a good plan, but he never expected that he was startled by a loud noise.
The picture of the snow scene on the top of the Tianshan Mountain was torn in half for some reason, and there was a large amount of ink stains on it, which blurred the whole painting into a mess.
The middle-aged man hurriedly stood up straight.
"Who, who pushed me..."
Chu Wei: ...
Ah, suddenly I'm very upset.
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Hua Rong: It turns out that Wei Wei liked me so early, he loves me so much.
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Chu Wei watched helplessly as such an almost highly decomposed corpse was carried onto the vehicle for transporting the corpse.
"I should have noticed that day, the look in that female ghost's eyes before she died was not shock, but disbelief, unbelievable... her master actually killed herself like this."
The time I met Lin Ran by chance, at that construction site.
Chu Wei always thought that the female ghost was just an accident, but now thinking about it, there are doubts everywhere.
Why did the young man named Chang Jian just hear about him on the side of the road, how did he meet the Lin brothers and sisters just before going in, and Lin Ran's overly weird attitude.
Looking at the degree of decay of the corpse, at that time, that person was no longer Lin Ran, but a devil lurking in the human world, who didn't know what he wanted to do.
Hua Rong held his hand and asked in a low voice, "Why haven't I heard you talk about this?"
If this is the case, it means that this person has already set his sights on Chu Wei.
When you think about it, it's scary.
If the devil really did something at that time, wouldn't it be impossible to guard against.
Chu Wei was also a little helpless: "I really thought it was a simple entrustment case. After all, it was resolved in a while, and Lin Ran didn't feel the slightest bit of magic."
If the devil really used this method to cover up his devilish energy, then it is unknown how many people were killed by him.
It is impossible for a person's face to keep a fresh appearance all the time. There is no problem for ten and a half months, but after a long time, the face will inevitably be lost.
After cleaning up all the corpses, Dou Shun came over. Even though he had seen so many unusual things, he was shocked by such a pile of corpses.
Compared with the girls killed by Jihang last time, the ones in front of them are even worse.
The only difference is that all the dead this time were young men, far more than last time.
Dou Shun's expression was not much better. Such a large-scale murder case occurred within his jurisdiction, and there is no investigation until now, which is outrageous.
"Master Chu, what do you think of this matter?"
Chu Wei looked up at him: "Don't call me Master, just call me Chu Wei."
After listening to it for a long time, I always have the illusion that I am already seventy or eighty.
Dou Shun didn't bother with one title, it was the things in front of him that gave him a headache.
Chu Wei thought for a while, and suddenly said: "You might as well look at the accidents that happened in recent months."
Dou Shun: "An accident?"
Just thinking about it, he understood what Chu Wei meant.
If these people are normal disappearances, the family members will definitely report the case, and it is impossible not to notice it at all. Since there is no clue, there is only one possibility, that is, after the other party replaced these people, they died in an acceptable way. By accident.
In this way, these cases will not be caught by the Special Investigation Bureau.
Dou Shun got the idea and immediately started calling.
But Chu Wei began to think about what the devil wanted to do, when did he appear, how long had he been in the human world, and what was his real purpose?
Probably because his expression was too serious, Hua Rong couldn't help but put his hands on his eyebrows, smoothing away the frown.
"What are you doing frowning, like a little old man?"
Chu Wei relaxed slowly, but all he was thinking about was the devil.
Hua Rong and him are in the same mind, especially as time goes by, the connection between the two becomes more profound. What is thinking between them can be understood with just a look.
He held Chu Wei's hand tightly, and teased, "I'll be jealous if you think about other men so intently."
Chu Wei smiled: "I'm just a little worried, Master, I'm fine."
As the person who knows him best, this sentence really has no credibility at all.
At this moment, Chu Musheng rubbed his eyes and came out of the room.
"Master, why did I fall asleep?"
The dizziness caused by the drug was still there, and Chu Musheng was a little confused, and couldn't remember what happened to him at all.
Until the eyes fell on these embarrassing corpses.
Chu Musheng's expression changed drastically, he covered his mouth, squatted aside and vomited.
This scene is really unacceptable.
After he vomited, he became more sober, and then he remembered that he was drugged.
He immediately jumped up and rushed to Chu Wei's side: "Master, master, those people gave me medicine, I didn't notice it for a while... I got tricked."
Chu Wei glanced at him: "This time is a lesson, next time you go out, be vigilant."
Chu Musheng patted his head: "Understood, Master."
When all the actions were over, the sky was already bright, and the morning sun rose from the east, glowing red, illuminating the entire land brightly, and the haze was gone.
As the corpses were dug out, the resentment here gradually dissipated.
Dou Shun arranged for people to deal with the aftermath, and a group of people left.
This time their actions did not leak any information, and they acted extremely quickly, capturing all the targets that Jihang explained, which can be said to be extremely successful.
For Mo Zi, this was a serious injury at all.
On the way back, Chu Wei analyzed it.
If he could find the trajectories of the people he had pretended to be, it would not be difficult to determine Mozi's current stronghold, because the trajectories of these people must overlap.
These places are the places where he often haunts, and there must be his designated residence among them.
But after they made such an action, the devil must have noticed it, and would not stay where he was, waiting for them to come and catch people.
that's the truth.
At this moment, in a high-rise apartment somewhere, another man with a different face slammed down the ashtray in his hand with a bang.
"waste."
The man's face darkened, and the black mist in his eyes almost condensed into anger.
If you look carefully, you will find that this face is actually not so consistent with the current expression, this piece of skin seems to be floating on the face.
Kneeling down was a man completely wrapped in a black robe.
The man trembled and said hastily: "The subordinates didn't expect that they would touch these places. It's well hidden here, and there has never been anything wrong."
Mozi laughed back angrily, raised the corners of his lips and looked at him: "Nothing went wrong, what's going on now, could it be that I took the corpses they found?"
The man lowered his head even lower, almost touching the ground.
"Master forgive me, this time there is really no news at all, and I don't know how they know these things."
Mozi turned his back to him and looked out the window.
There is a lot of traffic under the feet, and the endless stream of people can have a panoramic view.
"As expected of the man I fell in love with, I really underestimated you, Wei Wei, too. I have been lurking in the devil world for so many years, how could I have forgotten what kind of person you are."
Mozi was furious, but he was so angry that he could see any change in his face.
"For the rest of the place, let everyone move. If something goes wrong again, next time, I will use your face."
The man quickly said yes, and didn't dare to lift his head out.
"I tried my best to remind you, but I got such a result, so I can't blame me."
The devil's eyes were full of killing intent.
……
As Chu Wei expected, even though Dou Shun had accelerated all the speed to figure out the trajectory of Mozi's activities, by the time he led people to break through, those places had already been emptied.
Only the demonic energy remaining in the air proves that their inferred direction is correct.
Chu Wei sorted out these things in his mind and came to several conclusions.
Compared with thousands of years ago, the devil's affirmation ability is greatly reduced. Secondly, he needs the face of an ordinary person to cover up his devilish energy.
They also have an additional direction of investigation, and any accidents will be included in the scope of investigation.
This matter cannot be investigated in a short while. Although Chu Wei is concerned about this matter, life still has to go on.
His daily life is full, taking classes, teaching apprentices, drawing, writing, drawing symbols, practicing martial arts...everything is taken care of, except for the man whose eyes almost turn green when he looks at him every day.
Hua Rong has not been very busy with work recently, but because he is investigating the kidnapping case in private, he is not too busy.
Now that they are not going back home, the two of them spend most of their time in the bookstore, because it is relatively close to the school. For the convenience of Chu Wei, Hua Rong drives to and from get off work by himself every day, and will accompany him in the bookstore when he is free.
After class this day, when Chu Wei returned to the bookstore, it was nearly seven o'clock, and it was already dark.
The group of people in the dormitory said that Chu Wei valued sex over friends every day, so they had dinner with them and drank a little wine.
Chu Wei didn't drink very well, so he stopped after only two bottles of beer.
This group of people didn't feed him, and they went back to their homes after the dinner party.
With a book in his hand, Chu Wei walked across the alley and stood in front of the bookstore alone.
All the employees in the store had already left work, and Chu Musheng was also taken home by the driver.
The lights were still on in the bookstore, and the silver wolf was lazily lying on the sofa. Hearing Chu Wei's return, he just raised his eyelids and closed them again.
The little white cat was lying in the arms of the silver wolf. The two animals, one big and one small, hugged each other, sleeping as if no one else was around.
Chu Wei was a little drunk, but his consciousness was very clear, far from drunk.
He put down the things in his hands, turned around and closed the door, regardless of the two species on the sofa, but the two were in an unusually harmonious relationship, turned and went upstairs.
On the sofa on the second floor, Hua Rong was leaning against the sofa with a book in his hand, reading vigorously.
As soon as Chu Wei came in, he heard the man ask, "Drink?"
Chu Wei let out a "hmm" and was a little curious, what book he was reading, so focused, if it was any other time, he would have come here a long time ago.
"What book is so beautiful?"
The book is pure white, and there are no two marks on it, so it is impossible to tell what kind of book it is from the outside.
Chu Wei leaned over, unexpectedly, the man closed the book quickly.
He was holding Hua Rong's hand, his eyes were a little red because of the alcohol, looking at him like this made him want to be bullied.
Chu Wei looked at him without blinking: "What book, can't you let me read it?"
Hua Rong tilted her head and nodded her lips: "Kiss me once, and I'll tell you."
Chu Wei leaned forward suddenly and kissed her, but because of too much force, he accidentally knocked his lips.
He touched his lips with some aggrievedness, and muttered: "It hurts."
Hua Rong immediately put down the book in his hand, raised his chin with his hand, leaned closer, and looked carefully, a small piece of skin was knocked off his lips, it was glowing red.
This can be smashed, how tender it is.
Looking at his caressing hand, it seems that his taste has changed a little.
Just as Hua Rong wanted to lower her head to kiss her, she found a sly gleam in the eyes of the person in front of her.
Chu Wei raised his hand, waved the white paper in his hand, and said proudly, "I got the book."
As he spoke, he pushed away the person in front of him without hesitation, and said cheerfully, "If you don't give me something to do."
Hua Rong simply leaned on the sofa, waiting for the man to open the book.
Chu Wei excitedly opened the book, and the eye-catching paintings really made him dumbfounded.
The man's cheeks were already a little red, but now they turned red suddenly, and he complained, "What do you think... read this kind of book."
Looking at the appearance of the thread binding, he thought it was some precious classic book, but he didn't expect it to be...
Hua Rong leaned over: "Don't you think this is a very profound book?"
Chu Wei held back for a long time, and uttered a word: "Fart."
This book uses stick figures to draw two men. It is self-evident what they are doing, and there are various poses and shapes, which are simply unsightly.
To make matters worse, these words evoke some unforgettable memories of two months in Chu Wei.
It's the same way.
Chu Wei stuffed the book into his arms: "What are you doing reading this?"
Hua Rong said calmly: "Study."
study! ! !
Chu Wei was simply shocked by his shamelessness. He still needs to learn, just like that self-taught, familiar appearance, he still needs to learn.
The resentment in his heart was too deep, Hua Rong had already felt it, he pulled Chu Wei over, held him tightly in his arms, and opened the book.
"Look at this action, isn't it extremely novel?"
"I'm watching this movement, my waist is bad, so I definitely can't do it."
"You can also learn this. I think it can be used. The floor-to-ceiling windows at home are very good."
Chu Wei couldn't get away from this person, so he was forced to sting his eyes. With nothing to do, he said provocatively: "Just talk without practicing fake moves, master, and you can't apply what you have learned. It is useless to learn."
Sure enough, the man holding him froze and looked at him with heavy eyes.
Yes, due to an extremely important reason, some things cannot be done, but it does not mean that there is no other way.
Hua Rong threw the book aside, hugged the confident man beside him, and pressed him tightly on the sofa.
"Although I can't practice it personally, it is still possible to charge some interest."
As he spoke, he leaned his forehead against Chu Wei's, and as his spiritual power flowed, he was pulled into a deeper vortex.
Chu Wei trembled all over, and closed his eyes involuntarily.
There are so many ways to be happy, who said there is only one?
In short, this night was very pleasant. When Chu Wei got out of bed the next day, his whole body was soft, and there was a lazy energy in the corners of his eyes and brows.
The neck is still invisible, which made him suspect for a while that the master is a dog at all.
This question cannot be explored.
After another two days, Chu Wei received a letter, an invitation letter from the Kyoto Calligraphy Association.
"Who sent this thing?"
The envelope was packaged very delicately, and the words "invitation letter" on it were also written with a brush.
Opening the invitation letter, the bronzing cover came into view, and the words in the invitation letter were also handwritten with a brush.
This character is very beautiful, like a silver hook painted on iron, sonorous and powerful, it looks like it is the work of a master calligraphy.
It's just, how did this letter get sent to him? Did it go to the wrong place?
Chu Wei looked up, his name was written on it, and it was indeed delivered correctly.
Chu Wei flipped through, found a phone number on the back of the invitation letter, and called.
After repeated confirmation, the letter was indeed sent to him, and the sender was the president of the Kyoto Calligraphy Association, who wanted to invite Chu Wei to participate in the triennial calligraphy exhibition.
The calligraphy exhibition of the Kyoto Calligraphy Association is held once every three years. The exhibition will be held for three days, and calligraphers from all over the country will gather together.
Some people will take out their treasures, some people will write calligraphy and paintings on the spot, and auction them on the spot. In short, it is very lively, and all the people who go there are people who are very accomplished in calligraphy.
After Chu Wei inquired about this association, he was a little surprised why he received this invitation letter.
After much deliberation, he could only think of Dou Shun.
Because the only painting that sold was in his place.
Called Dou Shun, the other party thought for a while, and then replied: "Some time ago, an old gentleman who was interested in magic arts went to play with the old lady. When he saw your writing, he was very interested, so he asked me for I lost your contact information, I have too many things to do recently, and I forgot about it."
Chu Wei knew about it, but he didn't say anything. He just asked Hua Rong if he knew what the Calligraphy Association was about.
Hua Rong took the invitation letter, looked at it, and handed it to him.
"This association is quite decent, and there are old scholars in it. If you are interested, you can go and have a look. Maybe you can find calligraphy and paintings you like."
Chu Wei is still very interested in calligraphy and painting, otherwise he would not have learned it for so many years.
Now that the memory of the past has been restored, the feeling of writing is different from the past.
It's fun to find like-minded people.
The calligraphy exhibition was scheduled for the weekend, and the location of the exhibition was actually a five-star hotel owned by Huarong.
The two exhibition halls between the eighth and ninth floors of the hotel were all taken over.
Hua Rong looked at his work schedule and said, "It just so happens that I have something to do nearby on Saturday, so come with me, and I'll ask my assistant to pick you up when it's over."
Chu Wei did not refuse, but looked at the robe that Hua Rong had prepared for him.
This robe is a bit like the design of Tang suit, but it is a little more casual than Tang suit.
On the light blue robe is a dragon and phoenix pattern embroidered with light silver thread, which is very beautiful.
Looking at this dress for some reason, Chu Wei thought of the robe that Hua Rong left behind when they first met at Qingtianya.
He subconsciously flipped through the hem of his clothes, and sure enough, he saw two words in the corner.
Rong and Wei.
These two characters are not orthodox Chinese characters, but the fonts of the cultivation world. The design is also very beautiful, and it is also embroidered with silver thread.
Chu Wei: ...
This old man never hides his possessiveness.
There is an indescribable romance when the two words are put together.
After putting on his clothes, Chu Wei looked at himself in the mirror.
His hair has grown a lot recently, but because he was too lazy to cut it, it has reached below his shoulders.
Chu Wei found a hair tie and tied up his hair.
It already had a dusty smell, but it was even more eye-catching this way.
Sitting on the sofa downstairs waiting for someone, Hua Rong, who was handling business with a tablet by the way, raised his head and never looked away.
Chu Wei looked at his eyes, and checked it again himself, and he was right.
Hua Rong looked at the young man's flowing robe, and said in a low voice, "What I want to do more now is to take off your clothes."
Chu Wei didn't care about this sentence at all, he even walked around in front of Hua Rong twice without fear.
The man sighed leisurely, feeling that he was simply torturing himself by choosing this dress.
The car drove all the way to the hotel, and Chu Wei just took the invitation letter and didn't bring anything.
There is a sign at the entrance of the hotel to guide you all the way.
When the elevator stopped on the eighth floor, Chu Wei got a pure red long scarf outside the door with the invitation letter in his hand.
This scarf is hung around the neck, which is considered a kind of beauty.
The little girl wearing the scarf for him couldn't help but glanced at Chu Wei several times. She didn't know whether it was because the other party was so beautiful, or because the man was too young, so she was so surprised.
All those with scarves around their necks are from this calligraphy exhibition.
This is much more beautiful than any job card.
After entering the door, the first thing that catches the eye is a variety of temporary halls, one at a time, and calligraphy and paintings are hung in each hall.
Some are scrolls, some are framed, with words and paintings.
Chu Wei had just taken two steps when suddenly an old gentleman walked up to him, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Are you... Chu Wei?"
Chu Wei turned to look at him.
The old man is over 60 years old, but he can't see a few black hairs, and his whole face is very radiant.
He was wearing a Chinese tunic suit, and he exuded a strong bookish atmosphere.
Chu Wei paused: "I am, may I ask if you are..."
He really doesn't know anyone here.
The old gentleman looked him up and down, nodded with a smile, and hurriedly said: "Young and promising, really young and promising, my name is Ge Hanjiang, I sent your invitation letter, and I was worried that you would not come over. "
Hearing the name Ge Hanjiang, Chu Wei was taken aback for a moment.
Although he had never met the person himself, he had indeed heard of the name.
The high school teacher once mentioned that Ge Hanjiang definitely has a place among the current calligraphers.
Chu Wei has always respected scholars, not to mention that the old man in front of him is full of auspiciousness, presumably it is the result of doing good deeds frequently.
Chu Wei stretched out his hand first, and said with a smile: "So it's Grandpa Ge. I've heard of your name since I was in school. I didn't expect to see it with my own eyes today."
Ge Hanjiang laughed haha: "You kid, you're flattering me. I've read your handwriting. You are young and promising, immeasurable."
Chu Wei smiled modestly.
He did not know how many years he has practiced writing this character. For him, using a brush is easier than using any pen.
"You have won the prize, but you like it. You write a little more on weekdays, so you don't dare to play tricks."
Ge Hanjiang was very happy, and immediately asked Chu Wei to follow behind him.
The organizer of this calligraphy exhibition is Ge Hanjiang. His name is really well-known in the calligraphy world. I don't know how many people are scrambling to buy his works that are well-reviewed.
Even if he is rich, he can't get a word of praise from him.
Everyone was curious for a while looking at this young man who was so born that he couldn't face him anymore.
Where did this boy come from? He looked like he had just grown up. Even if he was holding a pen and writing at the age of three, he wouldn't be able to praise Ge Lao so much.
There are many people behind Ge Hanjiang, including famous people in the calligraphy field.
Now watching him praise a young man so generously, and personally send out an invitation letter to invite him to participate in this calligraphy exhibition, he is naturally curious.
A 40-year-old man in a suit standing next to Mr. Ge smiled and asked, "Where did Mr. Ge find this treasure? Why have I never seen it before?"
What he said was exquisite, let's praise Chu Wei without any trace first, no matter what his ability is, this was personally appraised by Ge Lao.
If it's not good, this person was invited by Ge Lao, even if he loses face, he can't lose it on him.
What kind of person Ge Hanjiang, after so many years of eating, still can't understand the meaning of these words.
But he didn't care at all, and said with a smile: "You said it was a baby, how could it be discovered so easily."
Chu Wei stood aside, pretending not to understand anything, watching his calligraphy exhibition.
This calligraphy exhibition still has a certain amount of gold, at least many of the calligraphy and paintings hanging here are from calligraphers, and some things are all treasures, only for collection, that is, this kind of exhibition will be shown. Generally invisible.
Just because he doesn't speak, doesn't mean that others don't want to know him.
A few people chatted and talked, and then they got to the point, there will be discussions in every calligraphy exhibition.
It is said to be a competition, but it is actually a small competition. Participants sign up on the spot and compete on the spot. Those who are dissatisfied can go up and challenge until they finally win the competition.
Whoever wins the game will be rewarded.
Someone was curious: "Old Ge, I don't know what the prizes for this exhibition are, but I really want to feast our eyes on them."
Ge Hanjiang was chatting with Chu Wei, and said with a smile: "It's not a special thing, just a set of simple four treasures of the study."
If the simple Four Treasures of the Study are said by ordinary people, they must be ordinary things, but when it is said by Ge Lao, no one believes that they are simple things.
Definitely a collectible.
Chu Wei didn't want to show off the limelight, he just came to have a look out of curiosity.
Now I have met the calligraphy masters I have heard about in the book, and I am very satisfied.
The calligraphy and painting exhibition has two floors. The eighth floor is mainly for characters, and the ninth floor is mainly for paintings.
He asked Hua Rong to have lunch with him.
Chu Wei doesn't want to participate, but it doesn't mean that others don't want to know him.
Such a young boy came to the calligraphy exhibition without any calligraphy or painting, not even a representative work of his own, which made people feel a little unbalanced.
You know, not everyone can enter this calligraphy exhibition.
Except for a few well-recognized veterans who will participate in every calligraphy exhibition, the rest of the exhibitors are selected through layers of selection, and when everyone comes, they bring their most proud masterpieces.
Once it is displayed in the calligraphy exhibition, it shows that the level of calligraphy and painting is first-class, and even if it is used for auction, it will be improved to a higher level.
In this calligraphy exhibition, the youngest person is a genius boy they recognized. He is 22 years old this year. He didn't have the opportunity to enter the calligraphy exhibition last time, but in this year's selection, he ranked first in calligraphy and second in painting. The results came in.
Many people thought that the boy had a bright future, and he might be another Elder Ge in the future.
Many people bet on this young man, betting that he can win this art exhibition competition.
Therefore, Cheng Yaojin, who was killed halfway like Chu Wei, naturally paid a lot of attention, especially because this person was also affirmed by Ge Lao.
Isn't it very curious.
The man beside Ge Lao said again: "This little brother will also participate in the competition, after all, it is held only once every three years, so don't let the big guys see it. The calligraphy and painting praised by Ge Lao."
This man is the father who is known as a genius calligrapher by everyone.
His son has been practicing calligraphy since he was a child. For decades, he can't be worse than this little doll.
The crowd also cheered.
Old Ge was not afraid at all, his eyes fell on Chu Wei.
"Otherwise, you can go up and try it out. It's just for fun, and the pressure doesn't need to be too much."
Who is Chu Wei, he just looks young.
What do these old foxes mean, you can tell at a glance.
It's nothing more than seeing him young, not believing his level, and feeling that Mr. Ge has misjudged him.
There are also people who really want to see his calligraphy.
But Chu Wei looked at it at a glance, and more than half of the people who saw the joke.
Most people don't believe it.
He didn't have this interest in the first place, and being in the limelight has never been his favorite thing to do.
But he is not someone who can be manipulated by others.
Chu Wei smiled: "It's okay to write for fun, Grandpa Ge, please don't put too much pressure on me, I am young, and I still know what level I am."
When everyone heard this, they became even more certain.
The level must be there, but it is definitely not as amazing as what Ge Lao said. After all, he is a child who has just grown up, and he can still be better than those calligraphy masters who have been writing for decades.
The man immediately had full confidence in his son, and raised his hand to push his son forward.
Chu Wei glanced at the man.
He just glanced at it, but frowned slightly.
There was a faint black air on the young man's forehead, and there was some gloom between his brows and eyes, as if he had encountered something.
The young man froze for a moment, and under his father's push, he took two steps forward and stood in front of everyone.
The stage for the competition is in the center of the exhibition hall on the eighth floor, and there are two tables on it, which is very simple.
Pens, inks, papers and inkstones were also prepared long ago.
There are stairs on both sides, climbing up is equivalent to standing under the eyes of everyone.
The surrounding area is full of stools that have been placed in advance, and a group of calligraphers are sitting there.
Elder Ge took a sip of tea and pondered for a while.
"I'll make a theme on the spot, so how about taking clouds as the theme, not limited to calligraphy and painting, and limited to half an hour."
Things like clouds are really too broad. They can be poems, words, or paintings. To complete such a work within half an hour, it depends on the examinee's own ideas.
Chu Wei raised one hand, wrapped his sleeve lightly, and rubbed the ink calmly.
His eyes were slightly cold, and for some reason, when he saw the theme of cloud, Hua Rong was the first thing that popped into his mind.
That day at the top of Tianshan Mountain, on the snow-capped mountain, Huarong was sitting with him on the cloud.
Although at that time, I couldn't see it, I could only use my spiritual sense to detect it, and I didn't have that kind of thought at that time, but now I think about it, it was probably during the tribulation that I unconsciously fell in love with this person.
The other party has already started to write, and the writing is smooth and flowing.
Chu Wei was not in a hurry, and only started to write when Mo reached the state he wanted.
With just a few strokes, the scenery of Tianshan Mountain is fully displayed.
On the top of Tianshan Mountain, there is a looming figure hidden among the dense clouds.
The painting is very simple. At first glance, it looks ordinary and there is nothing special about it.
After finishing the painting, Chu Wei paused for a moment and wrote an inscription in the corner.
——On the top of Tianshan Mountain, see you again, Mr. Rong, and yearn for him.
This can be regarded as a secret confession, and I don't know if the master read it and knows what he means.
Chu Wei didn't think about winning the game at all.
He thought about giving the painting to Master after the meeting was over.
"time up."
The timer at the side rang the small gong beside them, and the two of them put down their pens one after another.
Now it's time for the review.
Chu Wei and the young man stepped aside, watching a group of people commenting on their calligraphy and painting.
Nodding for a while, shaking his head for a while.
He has good ears, so he naturally listened to what these people said.
"This painting is too plain. There are clouds floating on a mountain top. Although it fits the theme, it has no deep meaning."
"In this painting of his, although there are no clouds, there are clouds everywhere. There are houses in the depths of the inscription white clouds. The fireworks all over the mountains look good."
"How does Elder Ge feel?"
Ge Hanjiang smiled: "You really only see the clouds, and the people in the clouds don't see them?"
"Is anyone there?"
After a careful look, everyone discovered that there was actually a person hidden in the looming clouds.
No, to be precise, not one, but two people.
One is among the clouds, one is behind.
The two people who are clearly unrelated, but fit in this painting, seem to be inextricably linked.
Look at the characters below, even if you don’t look at the content of the characters, you can see the skills of the writers by just looking at a few characters. It may not be possible to have such a level.
While everyone was surprised, it seemed that the winner of this competition had already been decided.
Chu Wei lost interest after listening to a few words, but took out his mobile phone and sent Hua Rong a text message.
"Do you want to give you a present?"
The other party replied very quickly, so fast that he wondered if he was working.
"want."
Chu Wei hooked his lips, as if he had thought of Hua Rong's expression when he saw the painting later.
Speaking of which, although he has said many times that he likes Master, he always feels that Master has no sense of security. In this case, he might as well say it a few more times.
Chu Wei made a good plan, but he never expected that he was startled by a loud noise.
The picture of the snow scene on the top of the Tianshan Mountain was torn in half for some reason, and there was a large amount of ink stains on it, which blurred the whole painting into a mess.
The middle-aged man hurriedly stood up straight.
"Who, who pushed me..."
Chu Wei: ...
Ah, suddenly I'm very upset.
The author has something to say: Thank you for your support, okay!
Hua Rong: It turns out that Wei Wei liked me so early, he loves me so much.
。感谢在2021-09-1223:06:27~2021-09-1323:25:41期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~
Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: for a ride. 10 bottles; 2 bottles with You Know My Glory;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!
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