Wei Zhao is now thinking about whether it was because of the "Three Character Classic" that Liu Xiaoman was taken away. After all, "Three Character Classic" is a classic of enlightenment in later generations, and has its unique charm.

Before teaching Liu Xiaoman, Wei Zhao improved it, blurred some specific dynasties, and then made changes to some classic stories from this era to make it conform to this era.

Because the Three Character Classic itself is very easy to recite, it also covers astronomy, geography, ethics, and some folk legends. If a person with knowledge encounters such a book, he will naturally pay attention to it.

At this time, Li Wan'er brought paper and pen. Wei Zhao spread the paper on the table beside him, drew a few strokes of a person's general outline, and then asked the child, "Look, does he have such a face shape."

The child thought for a while, pointed to the outline and said, "It's not right here, the old man's chin is a little rounder than this one."

Wei Zhao nodded, turned his pencil, used the eraser on it to remove the outline of his chin, then drew it in a round way, and said, "What about this?"

The child said it was too round again.

Wei Zhao quickly changed it.

After several times, his face shape finally became clear, and then he began to draw facial features again.

In the past, Wei Zhao had specially learned sketching in order to draw anatomical pictures, but he had never tried to simulate portraits. Now he is also in a hurry to seek medical treatment. If he could draw a rough portrait of a person and then go around to inquire, maybe someone would know him.

Compared to the abstract and floating portraits posted on the bulletin board of the government in this era, Wei Zhao felt that at least someone could recognize his paintings.

The old man appeared here, and it is very likely that he was here to do business or visit friends. People nearby might be able to provide some clues based on the portrait.

As he drew little by little, the child and others were shocked.

This is a painting?

The child was asked for a long time and was already a little impatient. But when he saw Wei Zhao drawing a vivid mouth, his mouth was long and his interest grew again, constantly pointing out something wrong.

When the child nodded and said that the painting looked very much like the old man and there was no problem, he stopped writing, then picked up the painting, and asked the other children, "Did you see, this grandfather took Brother Xiaoman away?"

Several children nodded, and a little girl said angrily: "It's this grandpa, he's just smiling!"

Because the old man kept laughing when he saw them, the old man in this painting also squinted his eyes, raised his eyebrows, and his smile was obvious, which made people impressed at first glance.

After receiving the children's affirmative answer, Wei Zhao said: "Okay, Su Yuancheng, Brother Liu and you took this painting and went door to door to find out if anyone knew this person. Sister-in-law, you are still staying at home to wait for news. Wan'er and Zhou Jian, I went to the prefect and the governor and the governor to borrow some people, and then went to the street to ask if anyone saw them."

The few people responded and were about to set off when they saw the door being pushed open. Liu Xiaoman and an old man walked in.

When Qian saw Liu Xiaoman, he rushed up and pulled him into his arms, crying with his eyes and heart.

Wei Zhao and his friends looked at the old man.

The old man was about fifty years old, with gray hair and two beards, raised on his lips, bright eyes, shining with wisdom, thin cheeks, a long silk gown, and a belt embroidered with silver thread on his waist.

It is actually eighty or ninety percent similar to the person in the painting, and it looks like the same person at a glance.

Su Yuancheng opened the painting and looked at the old man's face. The more he looked, the more shocked he felt. It looked so similar!

His young master is really amazing. He just heard from a child that he could draw such similar paintings. This is not a painting, this is simply...

He couldn't remember what to describe in his heart, but in the end he had a flash of inspiration. Yes, this is a painting of a god!

Zhou Jian and Liu Chunsheng were also the same thoughts as him. They all glanced at the scroll in disbelief and looked at the old man again. They all had half open their mouths, and were so shocked that they could not speak.

Only Li Wan'er was in a calm mood. She always knew that Wei Zhao was different. He was unique and nothing was something he could not do!

The old man was a little furious when he saw them looking at a piece of paper. When he saw them looking at a piece of paper, he leaned over and glanced at it, wanting to see what they were looking at and why they looked like this.

By this, he immediately became half open and couldn't speak.

After a long time, he suddenly snatched the painting from Su Yuancheng's hand, held it tremblingly, and then asked excitedly: "Is this painting Is it?"

Wei Zhao nodded and said, "I think so."

The old man held the painting and looked at it for a while before he said, "This painting is really a masterpiece. I don't know who painted it."

He thought to himself, could this person know me? He could paint my portrait so vividly and realistically.

Su Yuancheng said: "It was painted by my young master. I don't know what you always call me, so why did you take my children away?"

The old man looked around the room and his eyes were fixed on Wei Zhao. He saw that although he was wearing ordinary cloth clothes, he had a unique temperament that could not be ignored. He thought he was the "young master".

He said to Wei Zhao: "Did you paint the painting?"

Although he was a question, his tone was full of confidence.

Wei Zhao nodded. If this person could be sent back to Liu Xiaoman, he should not be a bad person. So he completely let go of his heart and bowed to the old man and said, "I am in Wei Zhao, I don't know if you are old..."

The old man looked at Wei Zhao carefully and he had heard Liu Xiaoman say that his knowledge was taught by Brother Wei, and it seemed that he was this young man.

Now that I have such knowledge and can draw such paintings this year, I am such a young talent!

He carefully rolled up the painting in his hand, and bowed, "I am the chief of Changshan Academy, Lu Fengmian."

When they heard that he was the chief of Changshan Academy, the few of them had taken Liu Xiaoman away without saying hello to him, and they suddenly dissipated.

After more than a month in the capital city, they all knew very well what Changshan Academy existed.

This Changshan Academy is the largest academy in the entire Luoxiang Mansion. It has a long history and many students. Eight out of ten scholars who pass the Luoxiang Mansion exam every year are from Changshan Academy.

The mountain chief Lu Fengmian was once a direct lecturer at the Imperial College in Beijing. More than ten years ago, he resigned and returned to his ancestral home. He was hired by the then Changshan Academy's chief to teach. Later, Lao Shanchang passed away and became a new mountain chief and led Changshan Academy to glory.

Liang Haomiao, the current governor of Luoxiang Prefecture, also comes from Changshan Academy, and is Lu Fengmian's closed disciple.

For a moment, everyone put away their thoughts and went up to bow to him.

Lu Fengmian signaled everyone not to be too polite, and then asked Wei Zhao: "Does Mr. Wei know me?"

In his impression, he didn't remember Wei Zhao at all. If he had really met Wei Zhao, there was no reason that he wouldn't remember such a talented person.

Wei Zhao said: "I don't recognize Lu Shanchang below. This painting was painted by listening to children's oral descriptions of your appearance."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Fengmian was even more surprised. He was so vivid when he just listened to the oral narrative of the people?

The original shock in his heart turned into shock. He spread the painting open again, looked at it carefully, and said for a while: "This skill is really a magical technique!"

Wei Zhao was most afraid of others connecting him with the word "shen", so he quickly said: "It's just a novel way of painting, and he should not be called a magical technique."

Lu Fengmian slowly rolled up the scroll and held it in his hand, looking like he was not ready to return it. Then he remembered his purpose of coming here and said hurriedly: "I am reckless today and took away the young master in the family without saying hello. It's rude."

Liu Chunsheng said: "You are polite, Master, my boy is not known as a young man."
Chapter completed!