You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 314: The student came here specifically to become a disciple (thanks to book friend Lin Yuci

It takes at least five days to travel from the capital to Caizhou by horse carriage, and at least ten days from Dingzhou to Caizhou.

In about half a month, Old Man Bai will bring us to Caizhou from Dingzhou.

During this period, Bai Wan still spent at least five or six hours a day on painting.

When he was not painting for the villagers, he was reading letters delivered by the post station, and dealing with the Dingbei Painting Society's illustrated folk tabloid "Tiao Bao".

Here, we get the most refined information.

In addition to what Dingzhou knows about Old Man Bai's recent situation, it also brings other content.

Qing Chao asks Xuan Li for hostages!

That year, Daying fell. In order to escape, Xuanxing and Jiaxing abandoned the city and took too much gold, silver and jewelry with them, which slowed down their speed.

At that time, the Eastern and Western Empress Dowagers, some concubines and princesses were kidnapped along the way.

only……

Xuanli was not willing to release the royal family members, and it was even more impossible for him to release the more than 10,000 craftsmen and girls who were captured.

It seems that the Northern Expedition will start soon...

So he thought.

"Brother Little Pea--" someone shouted outside the yard.

As the ink from Bai Wan's brush dropped onto the paper, he felt inexplicably restless.

Unexpectedly, there was another person outside the fence of the yard besides Old Man Guo.

Chai Jin?

Didn’t this person go their separate ways after being rescued from the city?

The Dingbei Painting Society clearly said that this person was led away.

Guo frowned, her voice trembling, "He found it when I was selling corn outside the city. As soon as he saw the paper I was wrapping the food in, he said he knew the person who drew it."

"I thought you might know him, so I took the liberty of bringing him here."

It was obvious that the person opposite him looked unhappy and his voice gradually weakened.

Bai Wan immediately put down his pen and tried to persuade them to leave. He felt that Zi Chen was right. He shouldn't have brought outsiders here.

Chai Jin is now a pale-faced scholar, with a little more flesh on his face compared to his previous thin appearance, and he carries a thick bag on his back.

"Master Han, I have come here specifically to become your disciple."

After saying this, he carefully took out the six gifts of cultivation from his bag and respectfully handed over the letter of apprenticeship.

This……

Chai Jin bowed with his hands clasped, his brows stern:

"Everyone says Han Miaoran, the 'Saint of Painting,' was a freak of genius. I didn't believe it until I saw this painting, 'A Night Banquet in Caizhou,' and it made me realize it more deeply."

His voice trembled as if in confusion.

"I went to the capital and found out the true content of the painting. I also learned from some of the attendants that it was originally titled 'The Cold House Gate' and depicts a scene of poverty..."

“The wonders within it are what my disciples yearn for.”

His expression was one of confusion and admiration.

Bai Wan looked at the expectation in the man's eyes and respectfully performed the ceremony of becoming his disciple.

He stared at it in amazement for a moment, then glanced awkwardly to the side and waved his hand to stop it:

"I am not a 'painting saint', and I never accept disciples."

Chai Jin was incredulous: "You are the 'Painting Saint', how could you not have a disciple?"

"..."

This forced apprenticeship is not the first or second time.

It took me a long time to convince the Garcinia in Black Wind Village to give up.

Going through it again is really exhausting.

Bai Wan looked at him speechlessly, then said to the old man solemnly:

"Brother Guo, let's forget about this time. From now on, if someone comes looking for me because of a painting, tell me first and don't bring them here directly. And it's best not to use that paper outside either."

It is better to take precautions before the problem occurs.

The other party nodded in greeting and walked back with the basket in his hand in a very honest manner.

Chai Jin, who was just becoming an apprentice, was waiting seriously, like a child.

"If you want to become my disciple because of that painting, I will show you the origin of this painting."

Bai Wan said this and immediately took the person to the desk.

He randomly pulled out a piece of paper from a stack of papers, unfolded it, and found it was clean without a single ink stain.

Chai Jin didn't know what this man was doing at first and was full of confusion.

Until the other party carefully placed the painting on the oil lamp next to it and gently baked it.

Black and shiny, elegant and clear, the painting is about to be broken.

A miracle happened——

The paper that originally had no ink stains at all suddenly revealed a picture of bamboo in ink.

"Look, this isn't anything special, but I used two kinds of ink. Half is regular ink, and the other half is cuttlefish ink."

“When the fish juices dry up, they disappear, and only when they are grilled can they be seen.”

This is thanks to Ruan Jie's embroiderer who taught him everything she knew, allowing him to understand the needlework of double-sided embroidery, where the contours on both sides are the same but the inside is completely different.

So, he used the same trick to draw two pictures on one piece of paper, with the brush strokes intertwined and the objects and scenes blending into each other.

Therefore, what Wei Tianhou saw at that time was indeed "Leng Zhi Fu Men" and coarse linen clothes.

However, when the scroll was delivered to the capital, after it had dried, only "Caizhou Cold Sheng Night Banquet" remained, which was extremely luxurious.

Bai Wan looked at the man holding the painting in silence, and said:

"Now that you know the reason, you can leave here earlier. I really don't want to accept disciples!"

Not accepting disciples

These words are almost a sincere exhortation.

But Chai Jin obviously did not think it was simple. He thought that "one paper, two paintings" was something he had never heard of.

He couldn't help but sigh, "I only want to learn painting from a master, and then... I will be satisfied..."

It's really not acceptable.

Bai Wan finally couldn't help sighing and said with deep emotion:

"Actually, I have a bad temper and bad character. I'm good at cheating, lying, stealing, and even murder and arson. I'm a long-time prison inmate."

He swore that every word he said was true.

One more question: Sir, can you find someone else to be your master?

However, Chai Jin didn't care about that. He admired the other party's talent and kowtowed quietly.

"None of that matters. Your talent as a painter is truly profound, and I deeply agree with you."

The man knelt three times with one step, raised his hands and bowed, and his long sleeves fell from the air to the ground, forming a semi-arc.

Others would think that becoming a disciple is sacred, and kneeling and kowtowing is a way to show reverence for Zhou rituals and to show respect.

But someone really can't stand it!

I can't bear such a great gift!

When Bai Wan saw the man's sincere expression as he sought instruction, he recalled the time when he paid his respects to Li Simeng as his apprentice.

Forget the past……

He described himself as such a bad person, but he still couldn't overcome this person's persistence.

Seeing that the night wind was about to blow, people were so serious about performing the six rituals.

Bai Wan looked at him with a serious expression: "Why do you learn painting?"

Chai Jin opened his eyes, his eyes sparkling: "You are the Saint of Painting, so naturally I will learn a thing or two from you and carry forward your paintings."

"So do you want to join the Daqing Academy of Painting and Calligraphy, or do you want to be a 'painting saint' with a lot of fans around you?"

"Of course..."

Chai Jin hesitated a little.

The hesitation was so pretentious, and the meaning was clear.

The act of becoming a disciple and learning painting is to gain the reputation of being a disciple of a painting saint, and more deeply, it is for glory and wealth.

White Pea was speechless.

He smiled bitterly again: "Do you think the 'Painting Saint' chosen by the Emperor is any good?"

He was refused entry, and the six rituals of Shuxiu were placed at the door, forcing him to retreat step by step.

Bai Wan laughed, "'Painting Saint' is just an empty title. What's under his brush is the prosperity of the world and the various aspects of human life."

I really couldn't understand a word you said.

Chai Jin stood outside the yard fence, motionless.

He is nine years younger than Bai Wan, and has not experienced any ups and downs except the family disaster.

"If Han Huasheng feels that I am not sincere, I will definitely try my best to convince you to accept me!"

Bai Wanmian stiffened and rubbed his forehead.

Headache……

This person is incomprehensible! Incomprehensible!