Mystery Makes Me Strong

After Wen Rensheng blocked the four old men, he sat on the seat in the corridor.

Next to it is a pot of evergreen, green and full of vitality. It is placed in this inspection department. It looks like an ordinary decoration, but it is actually quite meaningful.

Not long after, Mu Yunrui, Wu Shanshan, and Wang Wenwen came out of different interrogation rooms one after another.

They belonged to the informant, and nothing could have happened.

It's just that Mu Yunrui's little face was already crying.

When he saw Wen Rensheng, he ran and rushed over, and then Wen Rensheng raised a finger, holding his brow and unable to move.

He looked aggrieved: "Brother Wenren, how can you do this? Can't you give me a comforting embrace?"

"It's okay to comfort you, but don't throw it in your arms, it will stain my clothes." Wen Rensheng said seriously.

"Humph," Mu Yunrui turned his head and rushed towards Wang Wenwen who was caught off guard, "Aunt Wang, I'm so sad, do you think I'm a child of a fool?"

Wang Wenwen was very helpless. She watched her white shirt turn into a greasy rag, and comforted her with conscience, "No, you are very brave, because you saved your father and grandfather because of your desperate efforts. "

"Well, those uncles also said the same, but I asked their grandfather and father when they could come out, and they all said it would depend on the situation," Mu Yunrui worried, "Yunqing is still at home waiting for us to go back."

"It shouldn't be a big problem," Wen Rensheng thought for a while, and comforted, "After all, they got the ritual from the illusion. The illusion itself is a false thing, and the ritual is unlikely to have too dangerous consequences."

"That's good." Mu Yunrui used Wang Wenwen's shirt again, wiping away his tears and snot.

"Okay, call Yunqing first, we'll find a place to eat near the scenic spot, and then I'll ask someone to follow the progress." Wen Rensheng patted his head and rescued Wang Wenwen's clothes .

"Yeah." Mu Yunrui finally broke into a smile.

If Wen Rensheng hadn't been here, he really didn't know what to do. After all, he was only 14 years old, and he didn't have the ability and knowledge to deal with the things in front of him.

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Half an hour later, the four of them ate in a special restaurant in the scenic area.

It's just that the taste of the food is the same. After all, it is made for tourists to eat. After earning one, one is one.

When the meal was halfway through, Mu Tianming suddenly walked into the box where the four were.

"Grandpa? Are you alright?" Mu Tianrui shouted excitedly and rushed up.

"Wipe your mouth clean before you speak." Mu Tianming also nodded his brow.

"Got it." Mu Tianrui said aggrieved.

"Mr. Mu, how is the situation?" Wu Shanshan asked with concern.

After Mu Tianming sat down, he simply said: "Xiaofan has resisted everything. My master called the inspector and released me on bail. After the evaluation results come out, they will announce the punishment for me."

"Your master?" Wen Rensheng wondered, he remembered that Shi Tianyin had mentioned something when he was pretending to be Mu Tianming.

"Well, my master's name is 'Four Jue Old Man'. He is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and passed it on to each of the four of us. He is a master of different species, and he has four skills, each of which has a master-level evaluation." Mu Tianming sighed breathed.

Wen Rensheng nodded silently, this is the most rational result.

This matter was originally caused by Mu Xiaofan, and he recognized it, and he was somewhat responsible.

If Mu Tianming was punished by the Procuratorate, even if the Mu family was destroyed, at least Mu Yunrui and Mu Yunqing would no longer be able to receive the direct care of the xenogeneic experts.

Although the "Four Great Elders" are different masters, the other party will also have family relatives, and it is unlikely to take special care of the apprentice's grandson, and the relationship is far from it.

Wen Rensheng then asked the waiter to add more bowls and chopsticks, and a few light dishes, and the five of them ate together.

After that, things were calm for a while, and Wen Rensheng and the three continued to learn painting with Mu Tianming.

Although he was "backstabbed" by the three students, in the following time, Mu Tianming was more attentive to the teaching of the three.

Especially for Wu Shanshan, he taught him all the money, as if he was treating the other party as a disciple.

As a result, on Monday morning two weeks later, when Wen Rensheng was eating, he discovered that Wu Shanshan had learned the art of mysterious painting.

"Wu Shanshan, mystery: 0/34."

"Mysterious composition: seed of fear, extraordinary power (beginning of extraordinary physique, beginning of mysterious riding, beginning of mysterious painting), mysterious cognition, spirit caller, soul container."

"Don't hang your future paintings at home, so as not to affect everyone's sleep." After Wen Rensheng confirmed it, he quickly ordered.

"Don't worry, of course the paintings I make must be put in the Adventure Park, otherwise it will be too wasteful, but you, you need to speed up the progress, Mr. Mu said, he may have to go out in a few days." Wu Shanshan said he At a glance.

"Uncle, you are indeed slower than your girlfriend, and you haven't elevated your painting skills to mysterious skills yet? My mysterious painting skills are almost at the intermediate level."

Wu Shanshan said in surprise, "Don't you dislike Teacher Mu's style of painting? How can you still improve so quickly?"

Wang Wenwen said triumphantly: "That's because now I suddenly found that after fear, people can feel more satisfied. Just like after a great disaster, people often cry with joy, and now I can portray a deeper joy. Happiness really comes in contrast."

Wen Rensheng had nothing to say about this, he could only look at the other party with pride.

After all, that is the truth.

It is really unforgivable that his learning progress has been delayed.

In fact, he is only a breath away now, and he can be upgraded to a mysterious skill.

This is a short breath, that is, he has not yet determined his personal style.

Wu Shanshan can learn so quickly because her style of painting and the direction of her efforts are very compatible with her own seed of fear.

But Wen Rensheng's own painting style, because he is a mysterious seed, is supposed to follow the mysterious style.

But it's easy to paint a picture that no one can understand, but it's hard to give others the right sense of mystery.

In contrast, whether it is fear or joy, it is easier to grasp.

When he was sighing, Wen Rende suddenly called: "Erza, how was your life on the mountain?"

"Very good, the air in the mountains is fresh, I eat healthy, and I lost two pounds." Wen Rensheng replied casually, then stood up and walked into the yard.

"Oh, that's good. By the way, you can pull out another poem for me, and the content must be praising beautiful women." Wen Rende instructed nonchalantly.

Wen Rensheng immediately asked, "What do you want to do? I have to tell you that some things cannot be done."

"What are you thinking? It's not your mother. When I was cleaning, I found those poems I had hidden, and I had to force me to write a poem for her." Wen Rende said helplessly.

Wen Rensheng's heart moved when he heard this.

Yes, I have memories of my previous life, and to people in this world, the various contents of another world itself means mystery.

In one's own paintings, if the past life is used as the material, there will be an innate sense of mystery!

This is like a foreigner broadcasting the situation of their own country to the Chinese people. It naturally has a sense of mystery and can attract a considerable number of people.

"Erza, Erza, what's wrong with you, why don't you speak?" Wen Rende shouted loudly on the phone.

"Be quiet, I'm thinking about it for you, Cao Zhi has seven more steps to go, you have to let me think about it." Wen Rensheng said angrily.

Wen Rende immediately said: "Okay, okay, I'll give you time, don't worry."

Because of the reminder that the other party gave him, this time, he will not do the routine.

Wen Rensheng thought about it for a while, and soon a few matching poems appeared in his mind.

He took out his mobile phone, started searching, and finally settled on the song "There is a Beautiful Woman in the North".

What Li Yannian did in the previous life of the Western Han Dynasty was originally used by Li Yannian to praise his sister's beauty, and it still met the requirements.

And there is no such person as Li Yannian in this world, of course it can be used.

So, he sent the whole poem to Wen Rende.

"There are beautiful women in the north, peerless and independent."

"Just look at the city of Qingren, and then look at the country of Qingren."

"I don't know about Qingcheng and Qingguo? Beautiful women are hard to come by."

After seeing it, Wen Rende was immediately shocked. After all, he had already learned a piece of poetry and songs and knew the technical content in it.

"Son, you are really amazing. It's a pity that you don't care about these false names." Wen Rende said hypocritically.

"It's a mere handmade work, you can use it. To me, a false name is like a floating cloud." Wen Rensheng pretended to say.

Indeed a father and son.

Wen Rende said happily: "Very good, I'll send it to your mother."

Wen Rensheng went back to eat, and after awakening, he now has the confidence to sublimate his painting skills into mysterious painting after the next painting.

And if the expectations are good, those paintings in the future will bring a certain increase in mystery to me.

After all, it was a completely different world.

Wu Shanshan looked at him in surprise: "You just answered a phone call, how can you be so enlightened?"

"Yes, I do understand~www.wuxiamtl.com~ As for what it is, you will find out in the afternoon class." Wen Rensheng said to the channel.

"Cut, don't brag, how can there be such an easy epiphany?" Wang Wenwen disbelieved.

At this moment, Wen Rende suddenly called again.

Wen Rensheng is really helpless. If such a good poem doesn't work, does Sister Ling want to go to heaven?

He came to the yard again to answer the phone.

"No way, your mother said that I was too exaggerated. It must be because I saw a fairy somewhere, and she was moved. She asked me to explain it honestly..." Wen Rende said with tears in his eyes.

I'm sorry, this time it's really stupid...

"Forget it, you should hang up the Southeast Branch yourself." Wen Rensheng didn't bother to talk to him anymore, so he just hung up the phone.

He didn't choose three of Li Bai's praises of Concubine Yang Guifei's Qingping tunes, which was not bad.

This is the disadvantage of the porter, and there are bound to be some places that are not suitable.