Mystery Makes Me Strong

Time to go to Saturday.

Wen Rensheng was sitting by the swimming pool in the front yard, sitting by an easel, and was drawing two birds in the pool.

"Wenwen, come down and play in the water together! The water temperature is just right." Zhao Han, who was digging his dog with only his head and nose exposed, extended his hand to Wang Wenwen who was sitting by the pool.

"I don't know, you two can swim by yourself." Wang Wenwen was leaning on a deck chair to bask in the sun, she looked down at her fat belly, shook her head resentfully, and kept stuffing dried seafood in her mouth.

Zhao Han was very sorry, turned his head to Wu Shanshan who was swimming on his back next to him and said, "Sister Shanshan, let's compete who can swim faster."

"You can't." Wu Shanshan looked at the other party's poor swimming style with disgust, it was really a disservice to the scenery.

"That's not necessarily true. No one in our school has ever swam me. I even won the freestyle championship in the county." Zhao Han said, shaking his fist.

"That can only show one thing, your opponents are good enough." Wu Shanshan said disdainfully.

"Compare?" She crawled to the side of the other party, holding her arms tightly.

"Okay, it's time to let you know how powerful you are." Wu Shanshan finally agreed.

The second girl then swam back to the pool, then took off, entered the water... and started the competition.

The swimming pool is fifty meters long, which shows how big the front yard of Rensheng's house is.

Wen Rensheng looked up. One of the two was in a standard crawl posture, turning sideways to breathe from time to time, and waving his arms out of the water.

One is still in the dog-planing position, with his head and nose above the water, his hands and feet under the water, turning like a motor.

In the end, he was slightly surprised that Wu Shanshan won by only a slight advantage in one body position... You must know that the former is the fastest freestyle style, and the latter is not suitable for the competition.

"Ah, I actually lost." Zhao Han was very surprised.

"I was the one who was surprised," Wu Shanshan stretched out her hand to pinch the opponent's muscles, and said in surprise, "You really haven't practiced less, such a healthy skin is really not white."

At this moment, Wu Liansong came over and looked at Zhao Han as if seeing a piece of treasure.

"Xiaohan, do you want to practice martial arts with uncle?"

"Uh, do I still have this qualification?" Zhao Han asked excitedly.

"Qualifications are all based on comparisons." Wu Liansong glanced at Wang Wenwen next to him, and replied earnestly.

Wang Wenwen noticed the other party's gaze, stood up straight, and walked to Wen Rensheng's easel.

"It looks a bit like this, you practice really fast enough," she looked at the painting, and changed the atmosphere of the conversation in a timely manner, "Now you should be qualified to worship a certain master, and you can learn faster that way."

Wen Rensheng looked reserved: "Then do you have any masters you can recommend?"

Wang Wenwen shook his head and said, "I am naturally smart, and I practiced it alone. I really don't know which master is right for you."

"I know a guy who is good at teaching people how to paint. You should have caught his eye." Wu Liansong said, walked over to look at Wen Rensheng's easel, and nodded pretendingly.

"You're not talking about the 'Four Immortals of Songshan Mountain' in that group, are you? Four strange people who are proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting?" Wen Rensheng asked suddenly.

"Yes, I'm talking about the painting fairy among them, four shameless old fellows, who dare to call themselves a fairy after living a hundred and fifty years old..." Wu Liansong shook his head.

"Okay, I'll ask that senior."

After Wen Rensheng finished speaking, he took out his mobile phone, opened the "Three Mountains and Five Sacred Mountains" group, and found a foreign expert whose nickname was "The Painting of the Four Immortals of Songshan Mountain".

Start with the almighty "Hello" and end with the almighty money.

In the end, the two parties reached an agreement. Wenren offered five million tuition fees to study with the other party. The other party promised that he would learn the "mysterious painting technique" within one month. If he couldn't learn it, he would get a full refund.

"The price/performance ratio is really high," Wen Rensheng was quite satisfied, and then he was very embarrassed, "It's just that I have to ask for leave again."

Wu Liansong was immediately displeased: "Are you going to ask for leave again? How did I find out that since Mr. Wang started to revise the company system, other people 996 every day, but you are getting more and more relaxed, and you have to ask for leave every now and then."

"It's called sharpening knives and chopping firewood. Since I want to teach students, I must first know it myself. If I only have two or three skills, it's useless to teach academics." Wen Rensheng said confidently.

This is the benefit of his mystical teaching, and he can openly learn skills.

"I don't believe that Lao Zhao can approve it again and again? This time it's only a month." Wu Liansong hummed.

Wen Rensheng immediately made a call and pressed the speakerphone.

"One month? It's a bit long, but it's an investment. As long as the direction is right, the greater the investment, the greater the return. You should study hard, but I will check the effect after I come back." Mr. Zhao agreed on the phone.

"Hey, when did this old fat man be so generous?" Wu Liansong looked in disbelief.

"Okay, Old Wu, so you called me like that behind your back. It seems that you don't want this month's bonus again." Mr. Zhao scolded with a smile.

"Hurry up and hang up." Wu Liansong winked at Wen Rensheng.

So Wen Rensheng said a few words, then hung up the phone.

Wu Liansong sighed: "I always feel that you are becoming more and more like your father, and the routine is getting longer and longer. Don't learn the good ones, and only learn the bad ones."

At this time, Wu Shanshan came out of the swimming pool and came over after changing clothes.

"Are you going to learn to draw? Then I will too." She said bluntly.

"What are you going to do?" Wu Liansong objected immediately, "You are still a college student, how can you be so free? Get back your diploma first."

"I've learned everything I need to learn. I'm in my senior year, and my graduation certificate will be sent to me in 2019." Wu Shanshan didn't pay attention at all.

Wu Liansong had no choice but to look aside at Wang Wenwen.

Wang Wenwen rolled his eyes, and immediately said: "I also want to study further, can you bring me another one? I can always be an auditor, right?"

"Wait, let me ask that master painting fairy first."

Wen Rensheng asked again, then nodded and said, "The master does not limit the number of attendees, as long as he is a foreigner, he can attend his class for free. But if you want him to teach according to his aptitude, he will have to pay the same tuition fee."

"Okay, I'll follow you to the class." Wang Wenwen said excitedly.

Wu Liansong secretly gave Wang Wenwen a thumbs-up. Although this little girl is not very obedient, she is very smart and understands good and bad, and will repay her kindness.

If the three of them go together, he can rest assured that he won't have to worry about being upgraded to a grandfather after a month.

Zhao Han, who was thrown aside, silently paddled across the swimming pool with a dog...

No matter how envious I am, I can't go. The third year of high school has just started for a month.

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The next day, Wen Rensheng, Wu Shanshan, and Wang Wenwen drove to the foot of Songshan Mountain.

It's not far from Dongshui City. It takes more than five hours to get there by car on the highway. It's easier than flying. After all, there is no security check.

The mountains are steep, the scenery is magnificent, the valley is full of green shade, and the historic sites are everywhere. It belongs to the 5A-level scenic spot.

"The painting fairy master lives on the main peak of Mount Song, Junji Peak. According to the Book of Songs, Song is as high as the mountain, and it is as steep as the sky." Wen Rensheng walked with his two daughters on the rugged mountain road, and introduced.

"Then he is really confident. Such a steep mountain is hanging out alone, so accidents are easy to happen." Wang Wenwen couldn't help admiring the scenery of the mountain road.

Although it is a famous mountain, and it is on Sunday, but in the mountain road, there are very few tourists, only occasionally three or five tourists.

Wen Rensheng didn't find it surprising that this world was different from the scene in the previous life where climbers gathered among famous mountains during holidays.

Although Songshan is a very famous place, it is only in the scenic area under the mountain, and there are many tourists. On the steep mountain peaks, few people come.

Without him, everyone is afraid of death.

Mysterious phenomena occur frequently especially in wild places. Since ancient times, there has been a saying that "the mountains are high and there must be strange things, but the mountains are steep but they are fertile".

Only those who are bold by nature, or those who seek something, will not be afraid of danger and go deep into the dangerous peak.

This is why Wang Wenwen admired that painting fairy, daring to live in such a place is a skill in itself.

The three of them were walking on the mountain road, and finally someone came to talk to them.

"Hey, do the younger generations also go to climb mountains to seek immortality?" A vigorous old man in his fifties asked in expensive clothes.

Behind him were three old men of the same age.

One of them had a dark complexion and seemed to be suffering from a hidden illness. He was being supported by a strong middle-aged man who looked like a bodyguard. Another bodyguard followed the others.

"Hi, old gentlemen," Wen Rensheng said politely, "We are not climbing a mountain to seek immortality, but to learn art from a teacher."

"Oh, that's right." Hearing this, the old man became even more enthusiastic, "We old men only came here when we heard that there was a fairy here. I heard that the fairy lived for more than five hundred years. A real living fairy."

"Oh, that's really amazing. I just don't know how to meet a living god who is more than five hundred years old?" Wen Rensheng asked while crawling.

"It's not difficult to meet each other. I heard that you only need 2 million incense money to meet, and another 10 million sincerity gold, you can get the immortal prescription, which can nourish and live longer." The old man said with longing.

No difference, everyone should be on the same page.

Wen Rensheng smiled slightly when he thought of the love of money shown by that painting fairy during the chat.

If you make a half discount, it's actually about the same.

Compared with the previous life, it is still a bit better, at least they are not those empty masters, after all, they have real materials.