False propaganda, tricked me into cultivating immortals

Zhou Lian: "..."

He glanced at Shen Wu in disbelief, all the sadness was gone, he thought, in his eyes, is Zhou Lian such a person who likes to fight and kill?

Thinking of the "discussion" not long ago, Zhou Lian had reason to suspect that this kid just wanted to commit a crime.

Shen Wu also found that he had said the wrong thing, trying to save Master Zhou's face: "I..."

Zhou Lian looked at him, and mercifully rewarded him with a chance to reword: "You?"

Shen Wu who couldn't seize the opportunity: "..."

Zhou Lian lost all interest in talking, pointed at the door and said, "Go out."

——At this time, the benefits of not having to squeeze two people into the same room are shown. At least when you are angry, you can tell people to get out without worrying about it being cold at night.

So the two broke up unhappy.

When Shen Wu went back, he was still thinking that Zhou Lian was getting more and more difficult to coax, and probably because as he got older, the childish ghost living in his heart also grew up—becoming more childish.

What should I do in the future.

As a result, he had just returned to the room when Zhou Lian knocked on his door and said, "Come out."

Shen Wu: "Brother Zhou?"

Zhou Lian: "You and I will compete."

Shen Wu: "?"

Obviously, Zhou Lian is no longer the tender-faced young man who would blush with embarrassment when Chang Wuzi said a few words. He urged: "Hurry up."

Shen Wu didn't keep his mouth shut, and blurted out: "Then shall I let Brother Zhou?"

Zhou Lian: "..." He must teach this little bastard what it means to "talk from the mouth" today!

Then let's learn from each other.

Zhou Lian stared at him, with a consistent contemptuous and careless expression, and said: "Let's talk about it first, since it's a competition, there must be a lottery. If I win, you have to promise me a condition."

Shen Wu: "What if I win?"

Zhou Lian looked at him extremely contemptuously, as if he had forgotten the humiliation of being committed by the following a month ago in such a short period of time, and said affirmatively, "You will not win."

Shen Wu didn't take this kind of tricks, how could he be defeated before the start of the duel, so he asked very persistently: "What if I win?"

Zhou Lian's expression showed a little impatience, and he said almost perfunctorily, "If you win, I promise you everything."

Shen Wu didn't think it was unfair, nodded and said: "Yes."

Then Zhou Lian asked, "Do you have a pen and paper?"

Shen Wu was a little puzzled, and thought to himself, could it be that his elder brother has become more particular after returning home or something, and there is a ceremony to be held before the action?

But he turned around and went to the small study to get a pen and paper.

In this short time, when he came back, Zhou Lian had entered the room generously, sat down at the table, turned his head when he heard the sound, took the pen and paper, spread it slowly, and said reservedly:

"Come on, let's compare painting today."

Shen Wu: "..." Careless!

He opened his mouth: "Brother Zhou?"

Zhou Lian looked at him and asked knowingly, "What's wrong?"

Shen Wu pursed his lips slightly and did not speak.

Zhou Lian was so tolerant and magnanimous to the first senior brother, he didn't care about him, and said easily, "Then, let's learn swordsmanship?"

Shen Wu: "..." It's better than painting.

It's not that he doesn't know how to paint, and his father invited everyone to teach him when he was enlightened.Later, when I arrived in Quming, because there was Zhou Lian who often used painting to avoid homework, under the subtle influence, he still had a little interest in the art of painting. Still no problem.

But this "meeting" was not in front of Zhou Lian.

He struggled for a while: "Brother Zhou's move seems to be cheating."

Zhou Lian didn't feel ashamed, instead he calmly asked: "Could it be that I want to compete with you?"

Without waiting for Shen Wu's rebuttal, he added another sentence: "You propose a competition, I will set the rules, it's fair."

Shen Wu was speechless.

Well said and makes sense.

But since there is no room for change in this rule, this competition with a clear result is meaningless, Shen Wu sighed silently, ready to admit defeat.

In the end, Zhou Lian said, "You can't admit defeat."

Shen Wu: "..."? ? ?

Zhou Lian reprimanded him with a calm expression: "There is no comparison, so I want to admit defeat. How can there be such a cheap thing?"

Even though Shen Wu had known the disposition of his former senior brother for a long time, he still couldn't help but look at him in shock when he heard such words that confuse black and white.

Who is taking advantage!

Zhou Lian didn't seem to see his eyes full of condemnation, and didn't show any sign of blushing at all. He still said sanctimoniously:

"You've already seen my painting. As for Shen Langjun, you..." He pondered for a moment, suddenly his eyes flickered, and his voice softened, and said, "I'll give you a question, how about it?"

Anyway, this competition was already extremely unfair, no matter how hard he made things difficult for himself, Shen Wu didn't worry anymore, so he let it go and said: "Okay, brother Zhou please."

Zhou Lian rested his chin on one hand, stared at him, and said indifferently: "Then, you can use me as the subject."

Shen Wu was taken aback, suddenly raised his head to look at him, and blurted out: "What?"

Zhou Lian didn't have the consciousness that he had said something extraordinary, and was even a little unhappy: "Draw me. Could it be that Mr. Shen thinks that the pose of the willow is unbearable to be included in your painting?"

...that's not it.

What is the pose of willows?

Thousands of words came to his mouth in an instant, and Shen Wu didn't know which one to say was better, in order not to favor one or the other, he had to force himself to shut up and not say anything.

Zhou Lian was dissatisfied with his silence, and asked again: "Huh? Am I an eyesore?"

Shen Wu had no choice but to say: "How could that be?"

Satisfied, Zhou Lian stretched his eyebrows, got up to give up his seat to Shen Wu and said, "Come here."

Shen Wu picked up the pen, and looked at the snow-white rice paper for a long time, until the ink dipped on the pen tip condensed into a drop and fell on the paper, the ink blob that suddenly blurred suddenly pulled back his thoughts.

He looked at Zhou Lian with a blank expression that was exactly the same as the rice paper on the table, and said in a daze:

"How should I draw?"

Zhou Lian watched from the sidelines, and said hypocritically: "How do I know?"

Shen Wu, who hadn't written for a long time, had no choice but to bite the bullet and write the first stroke on the rice paper.

In this way, he was not considered a great master, and now his skills are much less familiar, and he is not much better than a layman.Therefore, without drawing a few strokes, he had to raise his eyes to look at Zhou Lian.

Fortunately, Zhou Lian had no objection to his behavior, and even actively cooperated with him, leaning against the window motionless, looking at him calmly.Because of the deliberate restraint of the edge, although he still wears an excellent skin, compared with before, he still has a sense of gloom in the eyes of everyone.

Just like a silent, beautiful sculpture.

Shen Wu's mood also gradually calmed down.

After the jerky and embarrassing beginning, he gradually got better, the hand holding the pen finally stopped trembling slightly, and he began to write decisively and calmly, and the people on the paper showed his face little by little.

Then Shen Wu gradually realized that Zhou Lian, his former senior brother, was really "an eyesore".

The author has something to say:

Shen Wu: Who is taking advantage of whom!

Zhou Lian: Well, I took advantage of you.

The author is dying, take a nap, wake up and continue writing, good night.