You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 317 You Prodigal Son (Thanks to my book friend Jingzhigua)

"This……"

Chai Jin reflexively picked up the wild vegetables on the ground.

I can't draw a mallard, I can't recognize wild vegetables, and I can't even identify a few insects. It's like he's deliberately picking on people, which is very frustrating.

"Student, go look for it again?" He quickly got up from the ground.

Finally asked this question.

He looked at Bai Wan with complicated eyes.

Even though he was facing a senior figure in the painting world, this repeated behavior made people feel that he was deliberately looking for trouble.

Bai Wan felt no guilt at this time, and attacked directly: "No, and don't call me a student all the time. I will confiscate you!"

He bent his fingers slightly and started picking up the waste materials in different categories from the haystack next to him.

Bai Wan picked up a few fat crickets with his fingertips, and their antennae and limbs were clearly visible before people's eyes.

"Zichen, would you like to try it later?"

Ling Shumo took a step back and stood behind him, stammering: "Okay... okay... okay..."

For just a moment, Chai Jin was stunned on the spot.

He saw with his own eyes that Ling Shumo drew his sword and directly built a wild furnace pit.

All I saw were stir-fried wild vegetables and cordyceps, and roasted crickets until they were golden and crispy...

Bai Wan smiled wickedly and teased Chai Jin, "Do you want to try roasting it?"

Chai Jin was silent for a while: "A gentleman...should...stay away from the kitchen..."

Pedantic

Since ancient times, most literati painters have been aloof and have never been involved in worldly affairs.

Bai Wan originally thought that this man had become more determined after his experience in imprisonment, but she didn't expect that he was still so conservative.

He took out the white cake directly from Ling Shumo's chest.

After a while, he took out a paper bag containing food from his sleeve.

Openly and respectfully, he ate it with freshly made Cordyceps juice in front of his eyes.

rustle

What do you mean by starving to death? It turns out that everything from food to drink is on Ling Shumo's shoulders.

Chai Jin looked at the people eating in front of him and frowned deeply. He felt confused and puzzled, and was being teased for becoming their apprentice.

"I don't recognize Cordyceps and I don't know anything about cooking, but what does this have to do with Danqing? Please explain..."

Ling Shumo smiled slightly and stopped talking.

You can see that Bai Wan's face has changed. If he continues talking, he will probably get angry.

"Abai has mentioned so many things, don't you understand what they mean?"

"What?" Chai Jin hesitated.

For Ling Shumo, Bai Wan's advice was understandable, but Chai Jin was a young man with a youthful spirit and had not experienced much.

It would be strange if he could understand.

Bai Wan directly threw half of the white cake to Chai Jin: "Eat it, 'what' kid."

Chai Jin took the pancake and was at a loss as to what to do.

However, the next sentence made him hit rock bottom.

"After you finish eating, you can leave."

It's really a bit cruel.

Chai Jin took a bite quietly, and the food got stuck in his throat and he almost choked. He couldn't help but say, "Master Han, I don't understand."

Ling Shumo walked over to Bai Wan and said, "You could be more tactful or clear."

"Okay, I'll listen to you. I'll be polite..."

Bai Wan raised an eyebrow, and her tone was almost coaxing.

Just pick up the paintbrush and sketch thousands of lines on the booklet.

He repainted the Mallard, the composition was exactly the same as Chai Jin's previous one, but the tail feathers and colors were completely different.

In addition to the mallards, there are also rocks, plants and other things nearby.

As he painted, he spoke confidently:

"The male duck's tail feathers are brightly colored and curled like a ring. The female duck's tail feathers are hemp brown and short."

"There are at least twelve species of wild insects and plants around here that can eat wild vegetables. You can pick white wormwood, white drum nail, sweet wormwood, and gray stripes..."

He spoke in a pleasant tone and spoke eloquently.

Regardless of the speed and fineness of the painting, it is extremely profound and beautiful, with both form and spirit.

This is the interpretation of Danqing after many years of ups and downs.

Ling Shumo watched quietly, and it was indeed a serene expression that touched people's hearts.

An unconscious smile played on his lips as he looked at this peerless painter. Only when he was around someone so immersed in painting could he feel peaceful and happy.

When he was inspired, he directly added the title "White Hair in the Warm Spring River" in the blank space.

Bai Wan was stunned for a moment after receiving the inscription, then he picked up the finished manuscript and handed it to Chai Jin: "Here you go."

"Is that so..."

Chai Jin shook his head repeatedly.

The art of painting requires one to be as insightful as seeing through fire and to be open-minded and realistic.

You need to be knowledgeable and worldly-wise.

You need to go through vicissitudes of life and humble yourself.

This was probably the first time someone had so bluntly made him realize the shortcomings of his painting talent.

Ling Shumo explained, "Abai has endured a lot of hardships in learning painting, and his understanding is unmatched by ordinary people. He has a reason for not accepting you."

Chai Jin held the painting, still biting his lip: "Please give me another chance!"

It sounded resolute, serious and determined.

Why are you so selfish?

It was as if the ghost who lost the bet owed him something?!

Bai Wan felt a headache and said simply, "No!"

Chai Jin knelt down again and said, "Please give me another chance, Master Han!"

Bai Wan was almost going crazy: "Zi Chen, let's go back."

"Tear!"

The man grabbed his robe and tore the hem of his robe, leaving a long cut.

Originally, he just wanted to make things difficult for the person who refused to accept a disciple, but ended up taking advantage of him.

Ling Shumo tried hurriedly to put the spell together, but he couldn't do it. He looked at Chai Jin with some annoyance.

Bai Wulai gritted his teeth and said, "I spent fifty cents on this dress, you loser!"

Then he simply took off his torn robe and hung it over his elbows.

The pain in my heart...

At this time, Bai Wan heard a cold voice: "The great grandfather of Guojia Village has passed away and needs a portrait. I will go to the funeral hall tonight. If you are not afraid, you can come with me!"

Shadow painting is the process of drawing a portrait of the deceased and placing it in front of the coffin for the purpose of memorializing the deceased.

Chai Jin seemed not to care, and just bowed happily:

"Thank you, Master Han! I am deeply grateful."