C19

Hearing that grandfather say that it's time to show me something, I couldn't help but be stunned. I thought to myself, 'They are really stingy, even if there's anything good to hide, they won't take it out until the very last moment.

Thinking about this, my eyes couldn't help but light up as I stared at grandpa like a money grubber. I saw him slowly pour himself a cup of wine and then squint his eyes as he downed it in one gulp. Afterwards, he let out a long sigh as if he was not satisfied with what he had just seen before chuckling and looking at me and saying, "You want to see?"

I immediately rolled my eyes. Why did I only manage to say that one sentence after looking for so long? Didn't I just want to see it all written on my face? So I nodded and urged Pappy to take it out and have a look.

"Okay, just wait!" After hearing my words, my grandfather slowly stood up and walked towards the room he slept in. I chuckled as I stood up to follow him.

"You just wait here, don't come in!" Grandpa noticed me and immediately glared at me.

I curled my lips as I thought to myself, This is really a treasure, but I still patiently heard the sound of something being rummaged in my grandfather's room. After a long time, my grandfather finally walked out with a smile on his face as if he was hugging something tightly to his chest.

When I saw it, I immediately became happy. I thought how much money this would be, no matter how I looked at it, it would be at least one or two hundred thousand. Moreover, my grandfather had a nervous expression on his face.

"Yes, go and pull the door shut," Grandfather said with a glance as he held the cloth bag in his arms.

"Okay." I immediately rushed out without saying anything else. I tightly shut the door before returning. I happily looked at grandfather, waiting for him to unravel this mystery.

He saw his grandfather put the large bag on the table and carefully straighten it out, then unwrap the cloth layer by layer. This kind of feeling was like a person digging for treasures, knowing full well that there were definitely treasures beneath the ground and then excavating layer after layer of soil.

His grandfather carefully folded the cloth and revealed a wooden box that was about the same size. The box was painted with a bright red paint and was probably worth hundreds of pieces just from the box.

"It's missing. Are you ready?" Just as it was about to be revealed, my grandfather suddenly raised his head and looked at me. "The Old Ancestor has instructed me that only my successor would be able to look at this. Even your father didn't know about this back then."

I was stunned, thinking, is it not money? What was that? A treasure?

Thus, I nodded my head in confusion. What a joke. We have been waiting for this moment. Even if it is a rock, we still have to take a look.

"Good, that's good. Grandpa is very happy that you have this kind of determination." While speaking, Grandpa slowly extended his hands and gently caressed the surface of the wooden box. His expression was solemn and solemn, like a pilgrim on a pilgrimage, and it made my heart itch, wishing that he could take it and open it himself.

"Ma Family Ancestor, unfilial descendant Ma Que's heart is filled with ambition, his body possesses the ability to awaken the soul, and today, we invite the ancestral treasure book to appear!"

He saw his grandfather kneeling on the ground facing the south. With both hands, he held the wooden box up high and began to mutter to himself.

I watched carefully. Seeing that my grandfather was kneeling down, how could I not kneel down? Thus, I knelt down beside my grandfather as I had done before.

This is really strange. The moment I knelt down, the wooden box immediately emitted a strange aura as if it was alive. The surface of the wooden box seemed to emit a strange light that shined in front of my eyes.

Moreover, the movements of the wooden box didn't stop there. After a flash of light, the sealed part of the wooden box opened with a 'kacha' sound. It was pitch black inside, and I didn't know what was inside, but regardless of what was inside, just the sound itself was enough to scare me.

I really wanted to look, but when I saw that my grandfather was still kneeling on the ground with extreme sincerity, I didn't dare to get up. I wanted to look, but when I saw that my grandfather was still kneeling on the ground with extreme piety, I didn't dare to stand up.

After a long time, grandpa put down the wooden box with both hands and kowtowed three times respectfully. I was really anxious, but I couldn't do anything about it. I kowtowed three times towards the south just like him. grandpa finally stood up.

"Grandfather, what's inside? Take it out and take a look!" I was already extremely anxious so I immediately moved closer to Grandfather, at the same time I also extended my hand to touch the surface of the wooden box. It was cool, a little like jade, and at the same time, I couldn't help but look in through the crack that the box had opened.

"This is a treasure that came from my Ma Family Ancestor." Grandfather reached out his hand to brush away the hand that was about to open the box. He chuckled, and at the same time, slowly opened the box.

He saw a book with no words on the cover and some of the edges had been scrolled over countless times, quietly lying in the box. It was plain and unadorned, without anything special about it, similar to the small yellow book that we secretly circulated in school. Even if it was left on the street, no one would want it except the old woman who picked up the trash.

I was immediately disappointed and didn't have the mood to take another look. I curled my lips and sat down.

However, my grandfather's attention was completely focused on this book. He took it out with a pious expression and solemnly handed it to me. "It's missing. This treasure will be in your custody from now on."

"Cough, grandpa should keep it for you. I want to see you before I take it." I quickly waved my hands and thought to myself, "It's more like I'm taking care of some golden lump. It's just an old book, is there a need to keep it?"

His expression darkened, the furious expression on his face returned to his face, and he berated me: "Bastard, you are the descendant of my, who should I hand over to?"

"Soul Painter?" I was surprised to hear what it was, so I immediately asked about grandpa.

Hearing that, his grandfather laughed, his face filled with longing as he said, "The Soul Painter is an extremely profound realm, you can draw what you want, but not what you want. It's amazing!"

"Oh, and there's also something like this, there's nothing special about it." When I heard this, I was a little disappointed. I thought to myself, what kind of person can't draw a painting? It's obviously because other people don't want to draw, so what's so special about it.

However, my grandfather didn't pay attention to me. Instead, he brought over the blackboard that he had been drawing and writing on, and placed it in front of me. He chuckled and said, "You brat, your hair is shorter, your experience is shorter, today my grandfather will broaden your horizons."

As he said this, his grandfather took out his broken wooden chest from his room without a second word and took out that strand of wolf hair. Without a second thought, he dipped it in his own wine cup and held the pen in both hands before reciting, "There is a spirit in the world, a spirit that opens the eyes, a spirit that bestows upon me a soul pen, draw my life!"

I looked at it and was amazed. I thought it was just a painting, but it was still serious.

However, grandpa completely ignored my playful attitude. Instead, he fiercely used one hand to draw a bird on the blackboard. Although the bird had a formal and decent appearance, it still didn't draw its eyes.

"What bird did he draw!" I sighed and said disapprovingly that I had seen many of these kinds of paintings by my grandfather, so there wasn't anything special about them.

"Brat, watch carefully!" His grandfather was in high spirits as he shouted out in a serious tone. Then, with a shake of his arm, the wolf pinch quickly flew out and landed on the headless bird's head as if it had grown a pair of eyes.

Looking at the bird with eyes, I shook my head and stood up. I was just about to taste it when suddenly, the aroma of alcohol drifted over. Before I could even react, I saw the bird on the blackboard flapped its wings twice and actually flew out from the blackboard.

"F * ck!" I accidentally cursed, thinking that I was seeing things, so I rubbed my eyes and looked again. That's right, the bird was really flying, but it was drawn out of wine, almost completely transparent. With a "bo" sound, it turned into mist and disappeared before my eyes.

After a long time, I came back to my senses. As if I was in a dream, I asked my grandfather, "Just now, that bird was alive!"

"Hehe, stinky brat." Grandfather seemed quite proud of himself as he shook his head and said, "Do you think that your grandfather only knows how to draw dead people?"

I smiled in embarrassment. Now that I had seen my grandfather's kung fu skills, I didn't have such thoughts anymore. So I asked him, "Why can that bird fly?"

Wine is the essence of food, it contains the essence of heaven and earth, and with this old man as the medium, with the blackboard as the root, with the power of the Soul Painter as the base, combined with the secret technique passed down through my Ma Family, I can naturally live like a ghost and leap onto the paper ". Grandfather seemed extremely pleased with himself, he stroked his beard and laughed, then asked me," Do you want to learn? "

"Yes, of course," I nodded repeatedly, thinking that if I could paint a great beauty, then wouldn't I be lacking a wife?

"Now you can already be considered a descendant of my Ma Family Soul Painter, so naturally, you will have the bone root of this Soul Painter. As long as you want to learn, you just need to look at this inheritance."

Even though I knew that I had fallen into his trap, that miraculous scene just now made me have an extremely strong interest in this Soul Painter.