Chapter 433: Return of an Old Friend

picture!

It’s so similar!

Su Ming's gestures when holding the pen, the frequency with which he dipped ink, and even the paintings he drew were exactly the same as Tao Dachuan's.

Zhao Qianhe was so distracted for a moment that he felt that the person in front of him was not a child at all, but Tao Dachuan who had not forgotten the memory of his previous life and was directly reincarnated!

"This, isn't this the place where I took you to draw when you and Dachuan were little?" Mr. Ren noticed the pictures painted by Su Ming and said excitedly.

At that time, Mr. Ren built a house in a bamboo forest and took Tao Dachuan and Zhao Qianhe to experience the beauty of nature up close.

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In Su Ming's painting, the bamboo forest seems to be fluttering in the wind, emitting the rustling sound of the wind, conveying the cold and fresh breath of early spring outside the painting, and even the birds and flowing clouds are present in the right place.

"You, how do you know this place?" Zhao Qianhe's voice trembled, and he inexplicably began to believe the incredible guess in his heart.

Could it be...could he really be Tao Dachuan.

Tao Dachuan looked at Mr. Ren, his eyes couldn't help but get wet. Seeing that he was about to blow himself up, Su Ming quickly took back control of his body.

"This is the place my master described to me. He is Tao Dachuan's apprentice."

"Your master is Tao Dachuan's apprentice? Impossible! My senior brother has never had an apprentice in his life. He doesn't look down on the painting talents of ordinary people and doesn't bother to give advice." Zhao Qianhe categorically denied it.

"Then how do you explain this painting?" Su Ming spread his hands and smashed them.

"This..." Zhao Qianhe was also speechless.

"Don't think that you know your senior brother very well. Maybe your senior brother doesn't know you either." Su Ming taunted in a sinister way, "Master Tao will definitely look down on people without talent, but my master is very talented. I am better than me." Master still has talent.”

"Kid, may I ask what your master's name is and where he is?" Mr. Ren asked, looking at Su Ming dotingly.

"My master has passed away. He didn't want to reveal his name." Su Ming lied without blushing.

Fortunately, Mr. Ren did not dwell too much on this issue, but laughed happily, "Okay, our country of China has actually produced a once-in-a-century genius like you, and you are also a disciple of Dachuan. I will die without a trace." Sorry.”

"You are Grandpa Ren, right? My master's master's master, then you are my master?" Su Ming blinked and asked with a deliberate smile, "Do you think I am qualified to represent China this time? International ink painting competition?”

"Yes, of course. Let Qianhe go with you in this competition. If you and Qianhe participate together, we will definitely win against that arrogant boy from Han State." Mr. Ren straightened up and said happily.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, several people hurriedly knocked on the Su family's door.

These people are all members of the Huaguo Ink Painting Association. They looked worried, "Mr. Ren, we underestimated the strength of the Hanguo painter. Just now, he released several more works, the level of which was higher than what he released a month ago." The work is much higher!”

"He must have deliberately hidden himself before the game started, hoping to make us relax our vigilance!"

"This boy's painting skills are so strong. I think even if we find a painter who can imitate Okawa-sensei, he still won't be able to compare with him."

"Don't call it a high imitation. I'm afraid even if Teacher Okawa comes back to life now, there is a 30% chance that he will lose to the opponent."

The few people were talking to each other and completely forgot about this competition. In addition to Su Ming, there were also Zhao Qianhe.

Zhao Qianhe's face was gloomy. Since Tao Dachuan's death, he has been the champion of the International Ink Painting Competition every year. He has lived in peace for so many years, but this year he has two thorns in succession!

I want to ride on his fame and glory! How abominable!

Except for Su Ming, no one alive noticed Zhao Qianhe's dissatisfied micro-expression.

"Our country, China, has always been known as the country of ink painting. That boy from Han State went too far. He actually threatened on the Internet that if he wins the championship this time, it will prove that Han Country is the real country of ink painting."

"Hey, ink painting originated from our country, China, but now the talent pool has declined to this point, allowing that little country of Han to ride on top of us and run rampant."

"No." Mr. Ren suddenly raised his hand, interrupting their complaints, "In my opinion, our country, China, will win this time."

He turned around and asked Su Ming's name, and then said to the others with a serious expression, "You all go out. I will teach Su Ming a set of ink painting techniques alone. With the blessing of this set of painting techniques, Su Ming will definitely win." The next champion.”

"Is it a stunt?" Everyone became excited. "Oh my god, doesn't it require a very high level of talent to perform a stunt? Is it possible that this kid is really better than Master Okawa?"

"Get out." Mr. Ren coughed, and they immediately stopped talking and retreated obediently.

Only Zhao Qianhe did not leave.

Mr. Ren looked him over and said in a deep voice, "Qianhe, you also go out."

"Why?" Zhao Qianhe exclaimed, "Master, I am your disciple. Why didn't you pass on your secret knowledge to me? Instead, you passed it on to an outsider?"

"He is not an outsider, he is Dachuan's disciple." Mr. Ren was a little helpless, "I have said before, Ren's stunts are only suitable for Dachuan, not you. If you learn them, it will only be counterproductive."

"You say that every time!"

Zhao Qianhe shouted angrily, "You are just two apprentices: me and my senior brother. My senior brother has been dead for so many years, and you still refuse to teach me any unique skills. If you treated everyone equally at the beginning, how could it be possible with my talent?" Not as good at painting as my senior brother?"

"You just prefer senior brother! Senior brother has been dead for so many years, and when others say that you have some relationship with senior brother, you eagerly teach him! Am I still your disciple?"

In one breath, he expressed all the resentments he had held in his heart for many years.

Mr. Ren looked startled, as if he was too shocked that he would say these words.

After Zhao Qianhe finished speaking, he also realized that he had made some mistakes and quickly made up for it, "I'm sorry, Master, I just wanted to catch up with senior brother so much."

Mr. Ren came back to his senses and shook his head helplessly, "That's all, you can stay."

"It's not that I won't teach you any special skills, but my hand is injured and my hand will shake when I hold the pen for more than two minutes. I will demonstrate the ink painting method of any special skills for you later." Mr. Ren walked to the desk and said The tone was solemn.

"This painting method can only be understood in words. If you can understand it within two minutes, you will naturally understand it. If you can't understand it, it is just like a cat and a tiger. There is nothing I can do. If I am not injured, I can paint as long as I want. How long have I been painting? If you follow me day and night and watch me paint, you are more likely to understand, but it’s a pity..."

Mr. Ren sighed, said no more, and picked up the brush.