Lord of Civilizations

Chapter 101 The Origin of Hengshan Sword Art! (twenty three)

"Who asked you to draw erotic pictures!"

Tong Xiangyu cursed dumbfoundedly.

The fat old man suddenly felt aggrieved.

"Didn't you ask me to draw it?"

"Tsk!"

Lao Bai suddenly became anxious.

"Who asked you to draw this!"

The realism he said is not the "realistic" realness!
"I asked you to draw a sword manual!"

Tong Xiangyu continued on the sidelines.

"It's a sword, two people compare swords!"

Saying that, she and Lao Bai were still in front of the fat old man, stretched out two fingers and formed swords, and gestured to each other.

"I see, I see."

The fat old man quickly pressed his hand, indicating that their actions can stop.

"Then have you drawn sword manuals before?"

Tong Xiangyu couldn't help asking.

A picture of an erotic painting made her immediately have a great sense of distrust towards this painter.

She thought it would be better to ask more clearly.

If the fat old man hadn't drawn...

She can explain it in detail several times until the fat old man understands it!
Change to another painter?
How much does a painting cost?
80 two?
Thanks, no need!
"Draw it!"

The fat old man said confidently.

"When I was young, I listened to books, and whenever I was happy, I would draw two! I can draw both sword and boxing scores!"

"Is that your sword manual?"

Lao Bai was not happy, he had never heard of a sword manual being drawn.

"Why isn't it called Sword Manual?"

The fat old man was not happy anymore, he knocked his fingers on the table again and again, and said loudly while knocking.

"The sword manual was drawn by humans! The movements I thought of are chic and beautiful!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hands and gestured.

"Okay! As long as it's beautiful!"

Tong Xiangyu didn't care about that. Seeing that the fat old man said that he had drawn sword manuals, he quickly helped him spread out the paper again.

"Hurry up and continue painting! Hurry up!"

"Draw it, I'll watch it here!"

Lao Bai said.

He wanted to see how this fat old man could draw a sword manual.

The fat old man picked up the pen and stayed there for a while, but couldn't finish it.

He looked at the people next to him, waved his hand and said.

"Look here, I can't draw it!"

Lao Bai and Tong Xiangyu can't do anything, it's useless to force them if they can't draw.

"Hurry up and draw, I'll use it in a hurry!"

Tong Xiangyu said.

After speaking, she went out.

Lao Bai followed behind, but before he left, he couldn't help but give some advice.

"Stop drinking, hurry up!"

Mo Wen left without saying anything.

In a blink of an eye.

In the room, the fat old man was left alone again.

……

in the afternoon.

The lobby on the second floor.

Because he ran out of alcohol on the way, in order to facilitate drinking, the fat old man moved the painting work to the largest long table in the lobby.

With a swipe of the pen, the fat old man finished the last stroke.

"All right!"

He took it in his hand and admired it, feeling very satisfied.

"Who will take a look!"

When Lao Bai, Tong Xiangyu and others heard the words, they hurriedly surrounded him.

Mo Wen also came to the side, but only stayed one meter away.

"I found a one-star high-level book, do you want to absorb it?"

An imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he thought silently in his heart.

"absorb!"

Source power +30
Mo Wen didn't read it immediately, and Mo Wen stayed aside, neither near nor far, as if he was just following the crowd.

Tong Xiangyu picked up a painting and was about to watch it.

"Hey! What are you looking at?"

Mo Xiaobei's voice suddenly appeared from behind.

In an instant, Tong Xiangyu stopped looking and quickly gathered the paintings on the table together, wanting to stuff them into his arms.

"I didn't see anything, I didn't see anything!"

There were too many paintings on the table, and Tong Xiangyu couldn't clean them up for a while, Lao Bai hurriedly blocked Mo Xiaobei from the side.

"Let me see!" Mo Xiaobei jumped up and said.

"Don't worry about children!" Tong Xiangyu said.

"Let me see what's wrong?" Mo Xiaobei was upset.

"They are all unhealthy things!" Tong Xiangyu said.

"What's unhealthy?"

The fat old man who was drinking with a flagon was not happy anymore.

"Who said that?"

"Isn't this ear not working well?" Lao Bai was also surprised.

"If you drink enough wine, your ears will be fine!" said the fat old man.

"Mo Xiaobao!"

Mo Xiaobei suddenly called out.

Tong Xiangyu's attention was immediately abducted.

Taking advantage of Tong Xiangyu's inattention, Mo Xiaobei took all those paintings over at once.

Tong Xiangyu hurriedly wanted to grab it back.

"Oh, let her see it!"

said the fat old man.

can't.

It was not easy to snatch something from Mo Xiaobei, so Tong Xiangyu could only let her watch.

Mo Xiaobei then began to read one by one.

"what?"

The more he looked, the more confused Mo Xiaobei became.

"Aren't these... all Hengshan swordsmanship?"

"How do you know?" Tong Xiangyu wondered.

"Haven't eaten pork, haven't seen a pig run?"

Mo Xiaobei smiled, and she took out the painting and pointed it out to several people.

"Look, this move is like a wild goose falling on a flat sand! This move is like a big wave washing through the sand! Hehe..."

Mo Xiaobei laughed happily as he spoke.

This was the first time she saw the sword manual, and she recognized it because she had seen her senior brothers practice.

For a brat like her, this sword manual is much better than those of the Four Books and Five Classics, so of course she is happy!

She laughed, and the fat old man laughed too.

Only Tong Xiangyu and the others were shocked.

"How is this possible?"

Tong Xiangyu couldn't believe it.

She grabbed a painting and turned to ask the fat old man.

"These tricks... how do you know?"

Afraid that the fat old man could not hear clearly, she said something louder.

"Trick!"

"I thought of it myself!"

said the fat old man.

moment.

The scene was quiet.

It was as if a needle could be heard falling on the ground.

Mo Xiaobei stopped laughing and just looked at the fat old man stupidly.

The fat old man seemed unaware and sighed as he recalled.

"When I was young, I went to listen to storytelling, and I was so happy when I heard it. I was so happy, and I drew two pictures of it when I came back! When I was eight years old, I still used it and exchanged it for two meat buns!"

"Who did you trade with?" Lao Bai asked involuntarily.

"I can't remember the name, it's a bun seller."

"Is it... surnamed Mo?" Tong Xiangyu said.

"Yes!" said the fat old man.

"Called Mo Taichong?" Tong Xiangyu said.

"No!" The fat old man shook his head.

Tong Xiangyu, Lao Bai and the others immediately relaxed.

Suddenly, the fat old man continued.

"That's his nickname! Besides, it can't be pronounced as Mo Taichong (the first tone), it should be called Mo Taichong (the fourth tone)!"

Several people looked at each other, only to feel that their minds were blank.

is this real?
At this moment, they felt that all their cognition seemed to collapse in an instant.

According to what the fat old man said, the Hengshan School...

This is incredible!
Only Mo Wen remained calm in his heart. This was because he already knew about it and was prepared in his heart.

The second is because he has never had the growth experience of Tong Xiangyu, Mo Xiaobei and others, so it is naturally easier for him to accept it.

The fat old man didn't seem to know that the psychology of several people was on the verge of collapse, but he heard him continue to speak.

(End of this chapter)