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At this moment, in front of the old man was an exquisite painting of the Ink Mountain and Water.

There was no heavy ink color, no strong outline. The whole thing was elegant and beautiful, yet it also had a majestic aura.

Zhong Ming knew a phrase that made people look at paintings as if they were people. The theme of the old man's ink and water was not the type to have a grand atmosphere. However, under the old man's drawing, a stable aura appeared out of nowhere.

"Yes, grandfather!" Jiang Wanqi now looked like a different person, he no longer looked like the Ghost Horse Elf from before. He immediately returned to his virtuous and virtuous appearance of a lady from a noble family. Or rather, she was nervous.

Although Jiang Taizhou had already retired, he was, after all, a person with actual authority in the past. Being in control of a life and death situation was not something that could be cultivated in a day or two. Even though he was no longer in power, his subordinates and children all held important positions. It was impossible to pretend that they were not angry.

Jiang Wanqi was usually the closest to his grandfather, but whenever his grandfather drew, the domineering aura that lingered in the surroundings was something that a little girl like her would not be able to endure. Furthermore, Jiang Taizhou had a habit of drawing on his own, he did not wish to be disturbed by others.

Even if there was a big problem, it would have to wait until the old man finished painting. To Jiang Taizhou, drawing was a form of outlet or thought. It was just like playing chess, calligraphy, and playing the zither. Each person has a different way of expanding his or her inner world.

It seemed like his grandfather had something troubling him. Jiang Wanqi tactfully sealed her noisy little mouth.

The old man's calligraphy was like a roaming dragon, his calligraphy was like an iron hook, and not long later, the scene became even more vivid.

The tip of the old man's brush was moving freely on the xuan paper. Ink was sprinkling down and the entire painting was nearing completion within a short period of time.

The entire room was extremely quiet. Besides the rustling of the brush as it drew across the paper, there were only the breathing sounds of a few people.

Although Zhong Ming was not really a person who liked calligraphy and calligraphy, he had some experience with these. For people with great memory and comprehension, it was still possible to see the feeling behind the painter.

"My mind is preoccupied, I can't write another line."

Suddenly, a voice broke the silence in the room.

The old man slowly raised his head. Jiang Wanqi really could not bear to see the scene in front of him right now. Before, Jiang Wanqi had only wanted to tease Zhong Ming, but now, she was somewhat regretful. Why didn't she remind Zhong Ming in advance before she entered the room, why did she not enter the taboo of her grandfather's room.

This time, this boy called Zhong Ming was probably unlucky.

When he was six years old, he came in and disturbed his grandfather once when his grandfather was drawing. His father locked him up at home for a whole day. It was to make her remember that her grandfather was not to be disturbed at this time.

From then on, whenever she had something to do with her grandpa, she would stop when her grandpa wasn't painting.

Jiang Taizhou withdrew his gaze from the drawing paper and looked at the boy in front of him. Elder Jiang's eyes were like a ray of light as he shot towards Zhong Ming.

However, Zhong Ming didn't dodge in the slightest as he stared straight at Jiang Taizhou. The surrounding air instantly became incomparably cold. Jiang Wanqi rubbed the goosebumps on his arms several times.

"Hahahaha, not bad, not bad!"

Just like that, the two of them stared at each other for a few seconds before the old man suddenly burst into laughter.

This smile caused Jiang Wanqi to be stupefied for a while.

What was the situation now? Was it because he was so angry that he smiled, or did his grandfather really not intend to be angry?

Jiang Taizhou who had been in the government for a long time naturally had a pair of eyes that were sharper than a falcon's. Those eyes could kill, they could recognize people.

Nothing could escape his eyes.

The moment he saw Zhong Ming, he immediately realized that Zhong Ming was not an ordinary youngster.

Although he was wearing cheap clothes, he looked like he was looking down at the world. He knew how those rich kids and descendants of officials behaved when they saw him. However, he was neither humble nor arrogant in the face of his formidable aura and status. This alone was not something that an ordinary person could achieve.

Jiang Taizhou was very confident in his judgement. This young man must have something unusual about him.

For him to be able to treat her so quickly in such a critical moment was not something that an ordinary doctor of a large hospital could do.

Besides, he didn't ask for any compensation after saving the others. He didn't leave his name and just left. What kind of virtue was this? The reason why he had to put in so much effort to find Zhong Ming, was also because he had a special feeling towards this boy. I wanted to get to know him better.

Of course, if he was just an average person, he would take it as a normal meeting. Elder Jiang had even specially sent her strange granddaughter to contact and receive Zhong Ming, in order to test Zhong Ming's character. But when the butler reported to him that Zhong Ming had come to the banquet hall, all of his actions made the Elder Jiang have a whole new level of respect for him.

"Since you said that I have other things on my mind, you're right. But what kind of 'distractions' would disturb me for someone like me? " Elder Jiang said lightly. There was a little question in his eyes.

A knowledgeable painter would be able to see a person's state of mind through his or her calligraphy and painting. Only those who had been immersed in calligraphy and calligraphy for at least a few decades would be able to do this.

It was like understanding. People with good comprehension would be able to see the details behind it. However, those with poor comprehension could only see what was in front of them, but nothing else.

Elder Jiang himself had been obsessed with painting for more than forty years. It could be said that he had started painting ever since he knew the words. Only after dozens of years of study could he gain a better understanding of the later stages of the Dao.

Just now, when Zhong Ming said that he was distracted, the Elder Jiang was surprised. There was no need to mention his skill in painting. In this circle of ink and water, there were very few who could surpass him in terms of technique. Even the old mister Bai Xi from the Eastern Kingdom couldn't say much about his painting. However, the young man in front of him could tell that he was distracted while he was painting.

Elder Jiang was very pleased to hear what kind of stunning explanation this boy could give.

Jiang Wanqi had been at Elder Jiang's side for so many years, and was the granddaughter of a direct relative. It was said that the mentality of those with power was not something ordinary people could understand. It was definitely not bad.

At this moment, his grandfather was all smiles, and he didn't know if the next moment, he would call for someone to kill Zhong Ming with one shot.

Hearing that his grandfather was trying to make things difficult for Zhong Ming, Jiang Wanqi kept complaining to Zhong Ming, what are you doing? To you, this is just a small discussion. To grandpa, this is very important.

You are wrong, you are disturbing my drawing. If you are too right, you might be considered to be able to pry into a person's heart. They would be especially careful.

Jiang Wanqi tried his best to give Zhong Ming a meaningful glance, but Zhong Ming acted as if he couldn't see it, and actually didn't have the slightest bit of reaction. Jiang Wanqi was angered to the point that he had no other choice. He could only silently curse this foolish brat's misfortune in his heart. He had actually touched two of his grandfather's taboos as soon as he had arrived at the Jiang Clan.

"It's better to obey than to be respectful." Hearing Elder Jiang's request, Zhong Ming could not help but say indifferently.

Hearing Zhong Ming's reply, Jiang Wanqi had an expression of "You deserve it." Meanwhile, the man from Elder Jiang looked at Zhong Ming with some interest, and was earnestly waiting for the words that Zhong Ming would say.

"If Elder Jiang is willing to believe me, please allow me to draw my answer on your painting." Zhong Ming said in an indifferent tone.

Jiang Wanqi used all his strength to blink towards Zhong Ming. A pair of big eyes flashed for a moment but Zhong Ming didn't notice it.

He wanted to paint on his grandfather's painting? Isn't that no different from courting death?

If his grandfather were to be disturbed while he was painting, there would be consequences. If he were to agree to this brat's actions, wouldn't he be a monster? At least, he hadn't seen it in the past nineteen years, and no one dared to mention it.

Jiang Taizhou thought for a bit, and after a bit of hesitation, he opened his mouth, but before he could do anything, Jiang Wanqi was already stuck in the crevice.

"Alright, I like young men like you who have guts!" I'll give you this chance! " Jiang Taizhou was already in his fifties, but his voice was still very thick as it resounded within the room.

Heavens, the sun must have risen in the west today. Why didn't he get up this morning to look at the calendar? Why did he have to let these two dummies hit him so violently? At this moment, Jiang Wanqi truly felt as if his entire world had collapsed.

Grandpa actually agreed!

Elder Jiang had his own thoughts, but he still said the same thing. This young man was not ordinary, since he had said so, he was willing to let him experiment a bit.

Immediately after, under Jiang Wanqi's terrified eyes, Elder Jiang gave way to the drawing table and sat on the sofa. Then, he made a 'please' gesture towards Zhong Ming.

Zhong Ming walked in front of the table, his eyes staring at the drawing paper for a moment, then he picked up the brush that Elder Jiang had placed at the side.

The moment Zhong Ming picked up the brush, Elder Jiang realized that his decision was right. This was because a person's attainments in the field could be seen from minute details. When Zhong Ming held the brush, his wrist was light, but when he placed the brush down, he maintained his proficiency. The whole movement was like flowing water, yet also like Xiang Zhuang dancing with the sword. Elder Jiang was extremely surprised.

He felt that he had been immersed in the art of alchemy longer than this young man in front of him. However, he didn't have such an adept technique either. He really did not expect that this youth would have such attainments in cultivation. Thinking back to the moment of hesitation just now, he had really looked down on him a little too much.

The brush in Zhong Ming's hand danced back and forth on the xuan paper like a snake. In just a few minutes, Zhong Ming had already finished drawing.

Elder Jiang was so curious that he couldn't wait to know what Zhong Ming was drawing. He forced himself to keep his excitement to a standstill. However, his somewhat quick footsteps revealed some of his current mood.

The moment Elder Jiang saw the drawing paper, his eyes lit up. It could truly be described as stunning. Not only was she a beautiful lady, she was handsome and elegant in terms of ink. Even a truly good ink pill could be breathtaking.