Chapter 2976: Master and apprentice

The new painter in Wuzhen has always been very mysterious.

I have lived in Wuzhen for half a month, but no one knows what his name is, so I simply call him a painter.

This gentle painter made a lot of waves in the town.

First of all, of course, because his paintings have been appraised by the mayor and many officials as having a great charm, as long as the charm is understood thoroughly, it will be of great benefit to martial arts, and the artist's gestures and words also contain a lot of depth and wisdom.

There are many domineering stewards in Wuzhen who cannot understand the indifference of the painter. They want to embarrass the painter, but they are all stopped by the mayor Gu Yuan. In half a month, the mayor often visits the painter himself, and those in Wuzhen are quite prestigious. The stewards of, after several talks with the painter, they all have insights and respect the painter very much.

This makes the artist's identity in the town a little special.

Secondly, the handsomeness of the painter, and the gentle temperament, make the big girls and little wives in Wuzhen quite admired. Those young women who have been married into other people's families always discuss some topics about the painter in their leisure time, but the painter is mysterious Very, the contact with people is only a point, so there is not much to say, plus these young women still want to guard women's way, and dare not say too much.

In contrast, those big girls are not so taboo.

The vitality of martial arts travels the world, women, beards and eyebrows are heroes, Wuzhen is also the case, not so conservative, young women are even more chivalrous, led by Gu Qing.

Therefore, the big girls in Wuzhen will always blatantly visit the painter's house, sometimes asking for painting, sometimes chatting and enlightening, the reason always seems to be very legitimate, but every girl has an idiotic expression on her face.

This is the second small wave caused by the painter.

Because of these reasons, the half-and-half children in Wuzhen are a little bit uncomfortable with the painter, but with the mayor and many other stewards in front, they dare not mess around and can only endure it, and although these half-aged young people are uncomfortable The painter also wants to paint. If he asks for others, he must be polite.

Previously, Lei Li, the owner of the Lei family, had a bad attitude in seeking paintings. The artist said that he was not allowed to ask for another painting. Although Lei Li was angry, but the mayor yelled at him, and Lei Li really did not dare to appear in front of the artist again. .

The attitude of love and hate is the third small wave caused by the painter.

Finally, the painter accepted a disciple.

Meng Fan.

The painter went to meet with Meng Mu. She respected her and bowed her salute. Nobody in Wuzhen had seen this respect. She was also at a loss. She wanted to entertain the painter. However, her family was poor. The neighbor borrowed a few taels of tea, but the painter was very happy to drink it. He kept talking and laughing with Mengmu, which gave the small wooden house in that corner a burst of laughter.

After that, the artist took Meng Fan to his residence and began to teach him how to paint.

After the painter officially accepted Meng Fan and kowtowed his head to apprentice, the painter said this to Meng Fan. At that time, Gu Xin'er and some Wuzhen people were watching them, which was a testimony.

"You don't want to practice martial arts?"

"I... don't want to."

"Then don't practice."

This is the first remark.

Many young people in Wuzhen, especially Gu Xin'er, were very surprised. Meng Fan, who used to practice harder than anyone else, didn’t know how he became another person in a few days. It’s okay, but I heard it personally. When Meng Fan said that they didn't want to practice martial arts, they still couldn't believe it.

The painter’s answer was even more straightforward.

"In the future, I will learn to paint, travel around the mountains and rivers, paint some flowers and birds, and paint some beautiful things. It is leisurely and very good. This is not a plaything."

"Ok... OK, Master."

"Yes. Remember, from now on, no one except your parents should bow down, even if it is the sky or the earth, don't bow down again."

"But...Master, I'm kneeling you."

"You kneel to me, don't count as kneeling."

Wuzhen’s steward said that the last remarks of the painter had great wisdom.

But what kind of wisdom it is, these stewards can't tell.

It's like a person said a word that no one has heard before, and everyone said "Oh", pretending to suddenly realize that, in fact, no one understands it, but I am embarrassed to say it for fear of being looked down upon.

Since then, the artist has taken Meng Fan into the woods around Wuzhen.

The woods around Wuzhen are not allowed to enter casually, but the mayor Gu Yuan said that the painter is not from Wuzhen and Wuzhen’s rules cannot control him.

So the painter took Meng Fan in.

This has caused many people in Wuzhen to chew their tongues secretly, saying that the painter is an ordinary person and has no martial arts, Meng Fan is a waste, and there are so many fierce beasts in the forests of Wuzhen. They must die in it!

Mengmu was also very nervous.

But no one knows why Mengmu agreed.

Not even Mengmu herself knew.

After talking with the painter, her heart became very warm and full of security. She always felt that there was a painter and everything was at ease.

The painter took Meng Fan, carrying some paper, pen and ink, and entered the woods. Meng Fan was also very scared along the way, but for two or three days, he would drink spring water when he was thirsty and eat some when he was hungry. Coconut, and occasionally the painter will catch some small beasts, walking very comfortably without encountering any danger.

For two or three days along the way, Meng Fan did not learn to paint from the painter, but he learned how to extract paint from the sap from the bark, and the powder made from berries and stones. This made Meng Fan Very strange.

But he was also very curious. The painter had been extracting raw materials for two or three days, and he was full of pigments in his bag, but he never painted. Meng Fan was curious about what the painter wanted to paint, but he dared not ask.

Early this morning, the artist took Meng Fan to a peak.

From the peak, Wuzhen can no longer be seen. There are only mountains, dense jungles, and flocks of birds flying in the clouds over the jungle.

The artist put down his luggage and painting tools, put his hands on his waist, looked into the distance, and took a deep breath. There was a smile on his face for some reason, and there was a touch of peace.

Meng Fan followed behind the painter and looked into the distance with him. All of a sudden, his heart was also broad.

"Start painting," said the painter.

Meng Fan was startled: "Master, what to paint?"

"What do you want to paint, what to paint."

"Then... I draw that tree, okay?"

"it is good."

So Meng Fan began to draw trees.

This has always been the case for the next few days.

When Meng Fan painted, the artist was watching, never commenting. After finishing a painting, more than a day has passed. Meng Fan’s paintings are crooked and unsightly, but the artist still smiles, which is encouragement. Then the master and apprentice carried their bags and continued to walk to the next mountain.

Draw a picture, pass a mountain peak, sleep in the woods at night, and never see any beasts, as if all the beasts in the mountains have disappeared.

Stop and go, it has been twenty days.

Meng Fan fell in love with painting.

The things he painted are getting better and better.

Sometimes it is a landscape, sometimes, just paint a stone, completely casual.

On this day, Meng Fan really didn't know what else to draw. After thinking for a while, he picked up the pen and drew an eye first.

A very gentle eye.

"Is this?" The painter asked Meng Fan's paintings for the first time in twenty days.

"I want to draw Gu Xin'er, Master." Meng Fan answered cautiously.

"okay."

The painter nodded and lay down on a piece of grass, watching the clouds rolling in the sky, and as usual, he stopped saying anything.