After Lin Yi served the two old men to drink tea and smoke, he couldn't help but look at the paper, but saw Master Yue Hanyue, who was known as the "big master of calligraphy and painting", writing on the snow-white rice paper.

He painted a landscape painting, with mountains, waterfalls, and smoke swaying on it, and a red sun rising slowly, with extraordinary artistic conception.

Lin Yi looked at the painting and always felt familiar. At this moment, Master Yue had finished the painting and it was the last poem to be written.

But he saw that he changed his brush without thinking, moistened the tip of the pen in the inkstone, and then his wrist pen was like a dragon and a snake, and wrote: "The sun shines on the incense burner and purple smoke grows. I see the waterfall hanging in front of the river and flowing down three thousand feet. It is suspected that the Milky Way fell to the sky."

Sure enough, Lin Yixin said, no wonder he was so familiar, but it turned out to be Li Taibai's poem.

There are paintings in poems, and there are poetry in paintings.

This has always been the highest artistic conception in traditional Chinese poetry and painting. From this perspective alone, this painting by Master Yue Hanyue is absolutely impeccable and almost beautiful.

However, as the author, especially in front of two equally respected masters of calligraphy and painting, Mr. Yue still has to be modest, so he smiled and said, "Time is too haste, and it is a little insufficient. Please give me some advice."

The two kings of Jiang and Wang were also veterans who carried each other's sedan chairs. When they heard this, they hurriedly smiled and said, "How dare they? Whether it is poetry or painting, they have reached the pinnacle, so how can they give me some advice?"

Mr. Yue was happy and said, "In art, if you don't go forward, you will retreat. You still need to practice more." Then he turned his head and looked at Lin Yi inadvertently, but saw Lin Yi staring at his calligraphy and painting in a daze, as if he was thinking about something, so he casually said, "What do you have any opinions?"

Lin Yi was reluctant to ask himself, so he said without hesitation: "The last two words seem to be written a little heavier."

"What nonsense! What calligraphy do you know? You are talking nonsense here!" He scolded Lin Yi as an old man from Jiangdongjiang. For him, Lin Yi, a young man with a stinky breast and a hair that has not grown in full, is too ungrateful. He will open a dyeing shop if he gives some color. He is a respected artist here. He is not the turn of a small character like him to talk nonsense here. His previous humility towards Lin Yi suddenly disappeared.

Lin Yi scratched his head and seemed a little embarrassed. He was really blurted out just now. If he hadn't been distracted, he wouldn't have said such words. You should know that Lin Yi's principles of being a human being and doing things are always harmless, harmonious and beautiful. In short, hello you and I, hello everyone.

Seeing that Lin Yi was scolded, Wang Zhen, who had a good impression of him, made a smooth move and said, "As young people, they are bound to be inconsiderate when talking. Mr. Jiang, don't be angry anymore."

"I'm not angry, I'm angry, but Mr. Yue's calligraphy and painting are all very good. This kid dares to criticize and say that the last two words are a little heavy, does he understand calligraphy? Do you know how to be good? Young people are too ignorant of the world. If you don't criticize and educate now, you won't know what it will be like in the future."

Seeing this, Wang Zhen patted Lin Yi on the shoulder with a smile and said, "Lin Yi, don't you hear it in your heart? Mr. Jiang is also for your own good. You can forgive your mistakes at a young age. It's just that, unlike us, we are old and if we make mistakes, we may not even have a chance to correct them. Do you think this is the case?"

Lin Yi is also a very smart person. When he heard Wang Zhen’s words, he hurriedly said, “Yes, yes, I’m talking too much, haha, thank you Mr. Jiang for his advice, I will pay attention in the future.”

Lin Yi's sleek attitude also made Jiang Dong feel embarrassed to say anything else. Instead, Mr. Yue, who had not spoken much, said: "Okay, it's not too late, everyone will go back to the room to rest."

After hearing what Mr. Yue said, the two of them thought he was angry and issued an order to expel the guests. Without saying anything, they pulled Lin Yi, the "rbitrary ghost", and said goodbye and left Yue Han's room.

After seeing the three of them leaving, Yue Han couldn't help but move his wrists. Looking at the last two words of the poem, he couldn't help but be surprised. How did this kid see it? When I wrote the last few strokes, my wrists were sore and hard to stop. Could it be that he was also a person in this way?

It shouldn't be. Judging from his young age, how could he have such a vision?

For the first time, Mr. Yue was full of curiosity about Lin Yi, the child.

Lin Yi and Jiang Wang went out, but Jiang Dong ignored him and went directly to his room. He was about to take a shower and go to bed. When he was old, he inevitably had the habit of going to bed early. As for Wang Zhen, he pulled Lin Yi into his room, then turned around and closed the door, and finished it in one go.

Seeing the old man's eyes shining and so enthusiastic and proactive, Lin Yi was shocked. If the one who pulled him into the room was a beauty, it would be reasonable and would become an old man, it would be horrible.

Just when Lin Yi was wondering if Old Man Wang had any special orientation, Wang Zhen said with a smile: "Okay, you kid, you still play with me. Last time I asked you if you understand calligraphy, you said you have never learned it, but you were exposed just now. Even Old Man Yue's flaws were pointed out. Let's see how you kid fool me."

Lin Yi, I was stupid.

Old Man Wang seemed to like Lin Yi very much. He actually took two apples, washed them and handed them to him one, and said, "Eat them, it's a reward for you. Usually, the old man is above the top and thinks he is too arrogant. He doesn't have to afford it. He keeps asking me to hold his stinky feet. I'm almost annoyed."

Lin Yi: ""It's even more stupid.

"Don't glar at me, I'll let you eat apples." Old Man Wang chewed himself, his mouth full of foam.

"I know what you are thinking." Old Man Wang sat on the sofa, muttering with an apple in his mouth: "We are all the people, now his grandmother has become bad. The older he gets worse, the worse he becomes, the worse he becomes. In the past, he was thinking about how to improve his skills. When he became famous, he thought about how to improve his fame. The more famous he is, the more he cherishes others, and you can't tolerate any bad things about him. Are you obsessed with? "

Before Lin Yi responded, Old Man Wang took off his shoes again, crossed his legs on the sofa like he was on the kang, and said, "Do you despise me very much after hearing this? I despise myself, but I can't change it. I'm almost sixty years old. How can I change it? I just held his stinky feet in Old Man Yue's room just now, and I almost fainted. I really admire the man surnamed Jiang, who has the same face to teach you a lesson. He is a painting person and doesn't understand calligraphy. He doesn't understand it, so he doesn't understand it. We don't talk about him, but he should scold you without asking for advice. He doesn't understand, I understand, the few strokes of Old Yue's head are obviously very bad."

Seeing Wang Zhen keeping silly, Lin Yi is not leaving, sitting, following the same as agreeing, and following the same rebuttal, there is no way to be done.

Old Man Wang chewed and ate a few bites of apples hard, like an old naughty boy, spit out the apple seeds that had eaten in his mouth, and spit them all into the palm of his hand, and said to Lin Yi: "See, no matter how sweet the apple is, there are bitter seeds, and no matter how good the calligraphy and painting are, there are flaws. No one is perfect. If you can humbly accept other people's suggestions, then you can go one foot into the top of the pole."

Lin Yi had nothing to say, and could only chew apples, chew and chew, and his ears could not be purified. The other side of him was squirting wildly, talking nonstop, criticizing others, and criticizing himself, saying that the atmosphere in the calligraphy and painting world was not good, polluted, and doing everything for money. He attended more dinner parties throughout the year than memorial services. He also said that this traditional skill would be lost, and young people could not endure hardships or make up their minds. He either had no talent or perseverance to watch it making money, but he had to be famous, and you would be a poor scholar all your life.

Finally, Lin Yi could no longer hold it back. When he watched the big talk in the past, he didn't understand why Sun Wukong was so afraid of Tang Monk's long-windedness. Now he understands it, it's heart-wrenching.

It was really a heart-wrenching job to hear people talking so long-windedly, so Lin Yi had to interrupt Old Man Wang and said, "Old man, you have said so much, what do you want to say?"

Wang Zhen was speaking very well, but Lin Yi interrupted the conversation and seemed very unhappy, so he said angrily: "Are you impatient with me?" He looked like a childish person.

"No, how could that happen?" Lin Yifei said heartily, "I just want to know the reason why you pulled me in. I won't just want me to listen to you, right?"

"You really want to know?"

"Yes."

"Don't regret it?"

"No regrets."

"Okay, I'll tell you." The old man threw the remaining apple core into the garbage can without hesitation, and then looked at Lin Yi with his old eyes and said solemnly: "I want to accept you as his apprentice!"

"What? Cough cough cough!" Lin Yi almost choked to death by the apple in his mouth. To be continued.

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Chapter completed!