The happy life of a prodigal

Chapter 269 Little Road

"sketch?"

Master Wu's face showed doubts.

Fang Xiu explained: "It's just a name, you can call it something else, it's just a way of painting."

When Master Wu heard this, a thoughtful expression appeared on his face.

After a while, he strengthened his determination to be a teacher, looked at Fang Xiu, and said, "General Fang, please accept me as your apprentice.

As long as you accept me as an apprentice, you can do whatever you want me to do. "

When Fang Xiu heard this, the expression on his face became a little strange.

No matter how I heard these words, I felt that something was not quite right, especially when it was said by such a bad old man who was over half a century old.

Seeing Fang Xiu's expression, Master Wu thought that he was not going to agree to him, so he gritted his teeth and was about to say something.

Seeing this scene, Fang Xiu suddenly felt awkward.

He thought about it, he had already accepted an apprentice, according to common sense, it would not be a big deal to accept another one.

It's just that the status of my apprentice is really special. If I accept another apprentice, it will be a bit inappropriate in terms of identity and status.

However, seeing Master Wu at such an age, but still putting down his dignity and pleading with himself, Fang Xiu felt sorry for himself.

After struggling for a while, I finally came up with a compromise method and said, "In this way, since you want to learn the method of sketching with me, there is no problem.

When I am free, I will guide you for a while, but let's not use the gift of master and apprentice, but as a student, how about it? "

When Master Wu heard this, doubts appeared on his old face.

What is the difference between a student...and a master?

Could it be that General Fang meant apprentices?

Thinking of this, a look of embarrassment appeared on Master Wu's old face.

If I am a master painter, if I open the door to accept apprentices, I don't know how many painters in the whole Chu country will come here admiringly, bow down at my feet, and beg me to become his master.

Why do you want to be someone else's apprentice now?

Not even qualified to be someone else's apprentice?

Thinking of this, Master Wu felt a sense of humiliation in his heart.

But this feeling only lasted for a moment before he figured it out.

This method of sketching is a brand-new way of painting, and it can be said to be a new pioneering work when drawing together.

If it is greatly developed, it may not fail to become the main painting method alongside ink painting, and it may even surpass ink painting in status. By that time, I will be a famous figure in history.

You must know that although his paintings are highly respected in Chu State and have a very high status in the world of painters, they are nothing in the long river of history.

Compared with the saints and immortals of painting, his paintings are only eye-catching, not worth mentioning.

If you want to go further and leave your name in the long river of history, you have to find another way.

This so-called 'sketch' is the best chance for him to leave his name in history.

Thinking of this, Master Wu finally stopped hesitating. He walked up to Fang Xiu and respectfully bowed down. At the same time, he said in a solemn voice: "Apprentice Wu Dao is willing to stay with Master Fang and be an apprentice. Follow Master Fang and learn the method of sketching!"

Fang Xiu was a little confused when he heard this.

What I mean is to let him learn painting by my side, which is not wrong, but when is it time to let him be a little apprentice.

His so-called students are relative to future generations.

In that era, anyone, as long as he had a skill, could be the master of others.

The so-called threesome must have my teacher, this is the reason, and it is completely two concepts with low-status apprentices.

However, since Master Wu said so, he didn't bother to correct him anymore, he just waved his hand and said casually: "Okay, I see, you get up."

Wu Dao raised his head upon hearing this, and stood beside Fang Xiu respectfully.

That attitude is like a little follower.

If those painters saw it, they would definitely let out a burst of exclamation.

The dignified Dao master, Master Wu Dao Wu actually followed behind a young man, and with such a humble attitude...

Don't talk about others, Fang Xiu himself feels a little awkward.

It's okay for Bai Xiaochun to stand in this position, but where is Master Wu?

Not to mention anything else, just say that Master Wu is so old and looks old, standing behind him feels strange and awkward...

But Master Wu doesn't care about this, what he cares about is the method of sketching.

Now that he has worshiped Fang Xiu as his teacher, he has to fulfill the obligations of an apprentice. In his opinion, there is nothing wrong with standing behind the master as an apprentice.

On the side, Zhao Yan saw this scene, but felt a little awkward, stretched out her hand, tugged at the corner of Fang Xiu's clothes, leaned over to his ear, and whispered: "Master Wu is old, let him follow me Is it inappropriate to be a little apprentice by your side, serving tea and water?"

When Fang Xiu heard this, he was a little confused, and asked, "When did I ask him to serve tea?"

After I finished speaking, I thought about it, but it's true, as an apprentice, isn't it very common to serve tea and pour water?

So, he turned around and looked at Wu Dao who was standing behind him, and said: "Xiao Dao, although you are an apprentice, you are already old, if there is anything to do in the future, you don't need to do it.

If there is really anything that needs your help, I will send someone to tell you. During this time, if there is nothing else, you can stay in the palace and continue to work on your previous affairs. "

Zhao Yan and Xiu'er felt extremely awkward when they heard the phrase 'small way'.

Wu Dao didn't seem to take it seriously, but showed a look of panic, and asked: "Master Fang, but Xiao Dao did something wrong, which made you unhappy.

As long as I can learn the way of sketching with you, it's no big deal if the path is a bit more difficult.

Master Fang, don't look at Xiaodao. Now that he is very old, he seems to be dying. When he was young, he did a lot of physical work. When painting for those gentry, he often took one or two hours without a moment's rest.

Now, although I am a little older, I have no problem doing some work of serving tea and water, and I will never complain at all.

Trail... OK! "

Seeing this scene, Zhao Yan felt that the world was spinning and the whole world had changed.

She even had some doubts, whether this humble Xiaodao in front of her was the Master Wu Dao and Wu she knew...

You know, even in front of his father, Master Wu is not so humble, he is really like an apprentice!

Fang Xiu didn't expect that the old man would replace himself as an apprentice so quickly. He smiled awkwardly and said, "I didn't mean that. As a master of landscape painting, you enjoy a very high reputation all over the world. If other people know that you are a little apprentice by my side, won't I be scolded by the world?"

Chapter 2 Seventy: The Enraged Seventh Prince

When Master Wu heard this, an embarrassing expression appeared on his old face. After pondering for a moment, he seemed to feel that something was wrong, so he asked, "In Master Fang's opinion, what should we do?"

Fang Xiu thought for a while and said: "From now on, what should you do? Stay in the palace to do things on weekdays, and you don't have to follow me around. As for the method of sketching, I will write it down in a book when I return to Fang's mansion." On a piece of paper, I will send you some every once in a while.

As long as you learn what I taught you, then the method of sketching will not be difficult.

If there is something you really can't figure out, or something you don't understand, you can come to Fangfu once in a while, and I will teach you personally, how about it? "

When Master Wu heard this, his eyes were already moist.

At first, I thought Master Fang would hide his secrets and was unwilling to teach him the method of sketching, so he made so many excuses, but I didn't expect...

I am judging the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain!

Thinking of this, Master Wu subconsciously wanted to bow and salute Fang Xiu, but was stopped by Fang Xiu.

There was a look of doubt on his face, he raised his eyes, looked at Fang Xiu, but heard him say: "One more thing, don't just salute me casually, at your age, you always salute to me, I I feel awkward..."

When Master Wu heard this, although he disagreed in his heart, he didn't say much.

In his eyes, as an apprentice, or an apprentice, saluting the master is a matter of course, and it has nothing to do with his age.

However, since Master Fang gave such an order, then he has nothing to say, he just cupped his hands and said respectfully: "Master Fang's instruction, Xiaodao will keep it firmly in mind, and absolutely dare not forget it in the slightest."

Fang Xiu nodded, and said casually: "Okay, I leave this picture of the corner of the courtyard to you, so that you can observe it and understand the essence of the sketch method by yourself.

After a while, I will have someone send you my insights and experiences on the method of sketching. "

When Master Wu heard this, an excited expression appeared on his old face, he nodded, and said, "Xiao Dao understands..."

Seeing this, Fang Xiu didn't say anything else, picked up the sketch he had drawn earlier from the stone table, handed it to Zhao Yan, and said casually, "Take your drawing, let's go back."

Zhao Yan subconsciously reached out and took the sketch. She wanted to say something, but she always felt a little strange. After thinking about it, she still didn't speak. She just followed Fang Xiu out of the backyard inexplicably.

In Yongshou Palace, Zhao Yan's birthday banquet was still going on, jar after jar of wine was delivered to the banquet, and the relatives and relatives of the royal family made fun of each other while drinking, and the air was full of joyful atmosphere.

Zhao Yan and Xiu'er didn't like this kind of scene very much, and they frowned.

Like them, Fang Xiu didn't like this kind of scene very much, but it was not to the point of a banquet.

So, he turned his head and glanced at Zhao Yan, and asked, "What are you going to do later?"

Zhao Yan was slightly taken aback when she heard this.

She really hadn't thought about it.

For her birthday party this time, the most important thing was to ask what she wanted to ask Fang Xiu.

But those questions have already been asked, and what happened next is completely different from what she imagined, or what she saw in various scripts.

This made her feel a little confused.

Indeed, next... what to do?

You can't be here with these unfamiliar uncles and uncles, drinking until the sky is dark, right?

Just when she was in trouble, she saw a figure among the crowd.

"By the way, it seems that the target of the prairie man was not me, but Xiu'er..."

At this time, Zhao Yan suddenly remembered something, looked at Fang Xiu beside her, and reminded him.

When Fang Xiu heard this, he was slightly taken aback, and seemed to understand something. He glanced at Zhao Yan and Xiu'er who were standing beside him, and then at the seventh prince who was not far away, who was a little at a loss. A cold light flashed.

This time, fortunately Zhao Yan was by Xiu'er's side, if not...

Thinking of this, Fang Xiu took a step and walked in the direction of the Seventh Prince.

Holding a glass of wine, the Seventh Prince looked at the sky, wondering what he was thinking, and he didn't realize it until Fang Xiu walked in front of him.

"General Fang, what's the matter?"

Seeing Fang Xiu's gloomy face, the Seventh Prince seemed to have thought of something, with a faint smile on his face, he asked casually.

Fang Xiu didn't speak, just looked at the seventh prince.

Seeing this scene, the Seventh Prince smiled even more intensely, and said: "General Fang has encountered some trouble, it's okay, here, the two of us are also friends, if you have any trouble, you can tell this prince, this prince said Maybe there is some way..."

Fang Xiu still didn't speak, and after a while, he asked, "Is Xiu'er with you?"

When the Seventh Prince heard this, the corners of his mouth curled up, and then, pretending to be puzzled, he asked, "Xiu'er, what is Xiu'er?"

Seeing this scene, Fang Xiu suddenly laughed and said, "Xiu'er, Xiu'er is your grandma!"

After finishing speaking, he looked behind him and waved his hand.

Seeing this scene, Xiu'er glanced at Zhao Yan beside her, and walked to Fang Xiu's side with her.

When the Seventh Prince saw Xiu'er, he was stunned, as if he couldn't believe it, and even didn't have much reaction to what Xiu'er said just now.

Seeing this, Fang Xiu said again: "Xiu'er, come here and meet your grandson."

When Xiu'er heard Fang Xiu's words, Liu Mei frowned slightly, glanced at her young master with some displeasure, and said angrily: "Young master is talking nonsense again, Xiu'er doesn't have such a grandson..."

On the side, Zhao Yan couldn't help laughing when she saw the master and servant singing together.

The Seventh Prince finally came to his senses at this moment, his face darkened immediately, at the same time, a cold light flashed in his eyes, he took a step forward, and said coldly: "Fang Xiu, don't go too far!"

When Fang Xiu heard these menacing words, he showed doubts on his face, and asked: "Didn't His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince ask this general, who is Xiu'er?

The general told you, why do you say that the general is too much? "

Hearing this, the Seventh Prince finally couldn't hold back the anger in his heart, took another step forward, and waved his fist at the same time.

I saw his fist draw a fist wind in the air, and went straight to Fang Xiu's temple.

People who don't practice martial arts, even children playing in the street, know how serious injuries can be caused by such a punch, I'm afraid... either death or disability.

Fang Xiu had a calm expression on his face, neither dodging nor dodging.

In this way, the Seventh Prince's fist enlarged rapidly in his eyes, and finally stopped at a place barely a finger away from his temple.