Monument Yangmen

Chapter 82 Ai Lian said

When Shen Lun heard Yang Yansi's words, he laughed angrily, "You have emptied the ink in the old man's stomach. If you stay any longer, the old man has nothing to teach you. Do you want to tear the old man's bones apart?"

Yang Yansi was silent for a while, "Since this is the case, the disciple obeys orders, but..."

"But what?"

Yang Yansi smiled and said: "When I first entered the wall, the disciple once promised the teacher that he would give the teacher a gift of apprenticeship. Today is the time to honor it."

Hearing this, Shen Lun smiled and shook his head, "Go, go... I've been an official for many years, but can I still give you a gift of apprenticeship?"

Shen Lun sighed, "It's the best gift I've ever received to be taught by such a talented person as you."

Yang Yansi helped Shen Lun go to the study and sit down, spreading out a blank sheet of paper.

"Of course the teacher doesn't bother to accept ordinary property. The disciple drew a postscript to thank the teacher for his teaching."

Shen Lun was surprised, "You, the heir of the immortal, haven't written a poem for a year, and the people outside are waiting so hard."

Apparently, Shen Lun also wanted to see if Yang Yansi had improved in poetry since he hadn't seen Yang Yansi write a poem for more than a year.

As Yang Yansi's professional teacher, it is only natural to accept Yang Yansi's calligraphy and painting.

The corner of Yang Yansi's mouth twitched into a smile, he rolled up his sleeves to grind, and picked up a pen to outline on the paper.

After a while, a picture of a lotus flower appeared on the paper.

Shen Lun was quite shocked, "You have been studying with me for a year, but I have never seen you paint ink painting. Look at your ink painting, you have quite a skill. When did you learn it?"

Yang Yansi cleaned the brush in the brush washer, drained it with a dry cloth, changed to a writing pen, and held it in his hand.

"Before I entered the Orchid Garden, my disciple knew nothing about ink painting. The current ink painting art was learned secretly when I followed my teacher this year and saw him painting."

Hearing this, Shen Lun took a closer look, and sure enough, he saw the shadow of his own brushwork in the lotus flowers painted by Yang Yansi.

Shen Lun pursed his lips and said with a smile: "In a year, you can learn the ink painting skills of the old man to this extent, you really are a monster."

While speaking, Yang Yansi had already written.

Shen Lun leaned over, Yang Yansi wrote a sentence, and he read a sentence.

"Flowers of plants and trees in water and land are so lovely..."

Shen Lun stared, "Is this the thin gold body you created?"

Yang Yansi didn't answer Shen Lun's question.

The thin gold body was not created by him, but by the descendants of the old Zhao family. He is just a porter of culture, taking out things that have been around for a hundred years in advance.

Shen Lun has always known that Yang Yansi's calligraphy is not good, so he has been urging Yang Yansi to write the post.

He also knew that it was easy for Yang Yansi to produce ink dots when writing, so Yang Yansi also created a font for this.

However, Yang Yansi covered the lid well. He has been busy with government affairs and did not dig deep.

Unexpectedly, when he was parting today, he actually saw Yang Yansi's thin golden body.

"The handwriting is thin and strong, so thin without losing its flesh, it is as tall and straight as a bamboo...the style is outstanding..."

Shen Lun stared at Yang Yansi and sighed: "Even if you don't become an official, you can be called a generation of Wenzong just by this handwriting..."

While Shen Lun sighed, Yang Yansi had already finished writing.

Shen Lun finished appreciating the characters and began to appreciate this poem.

"Since Li Tang, people in the world have loved peonies very much. Yu Du loves the lotus, which emerges from the mud and is not stained...it is clean and not demonic..."

"Zhongtong Waizhi... Xiangyuan Yiqing..."

"..."

"Lotus, the gentleman of flowers..."

"..."

Shen Lun savored it carefully, and couldn't help admiring, "Good words, good words... Hey, how did you know that the old man likes lotus flowers?"

Yang Yansi smiled, took out an emerald green jade seal from his arms, and put it under the words.

"Teacher really hides it very deeply. Everyone in the world knows that you grow orchids, xi orchids. But no one knows that your favorite is lotus. My disciple only discovered it when he watched the teacher paint."

"After careful observation, I found that the teacher seems to be serving the orchids in the yard every day, but in fact he spends most of the time looking after the lotus pond outside the yard."

"In addition, teacher, you are upright, and your personality is comparable to that of a lotus, so it is not difficult for students to guess. In fact, the teacher likes lotus the most."

Shen Lun was dumbfounded, "What a boy, he's so wise and close to a monster..."

Yang Yansi shook his head, "Teacher, this has nothing to do with IQ, as long as you observe carefully, you will find it."

Shen Lun refused to argue with Yang Yansi, he observed the paintings and poems, and fell in love with them just by looking at them.

"Huh... the three characters on this seal are... scarecrows?"

"What does that mean?"

Yang Yansi said with a smile: "The disciple named himself."

"Stinky boy..." Shen Lun smiled happily, and carefully put away the painting, "I accept your apprenticeship ceremony. Now in Bianjing City, the poems and paintings of the descendants of immortals are hard to come by! I will retire in the future Returning to the hometown, with this painting, I can have enough food and clothing.”

Yang Yansi would not believe that with Shen Lun's status, Wannian would rely on a painting for food and clothing.

Yang Yansi left the painting case, stepped back three steps, and knelt down on the ground.

"Si, thank Master Shen for your kindness."

Three bows and nine knocks.

Shen Lun was already in tears, and tremblingly threw himself in front of Yang Yansi, supporting him.

"Get up, get up! Don't just kowtow."

Tears also appeared in Yang Yansi's eyes.

"Being able to receive Master Shen's careful teaching is a blessing for the heirs. Master Shen should be worshiped by the heirs."

Shen Lun helped Yang Yansi up, and said: "I know your heart. I am not a pedantic person, and you don't have to stick to etiquette. I will come and see you often in the future."

"Heir must obey."

"Go home!"

After Yang Yansi bowed and saluted, he exited the study, packed his bags on his back, and quietly left the Orchid Garden.

As soon as Yang Yansi left, Ma Zui appeared.

Ma Zui was so old that he could hardly walk, and he started panting after walking a few steps.

"Why are you avoiding that kid?" Shen Lun asked Ma Zui, who was also in tears, with tears in his eyes.

Ma Zui let the tears flow on his face, "I'm afraid that I will be embarrassed by crying in front of him, and he will be used to taunt me again."

Shen Lun pretended to be annoyed, "How can this kid honor you like he honored his grandfather for a year, and when he left, he wouldn't give it away?"

Ma Zui bared the teeth that had lost all his teeth, and said, "I'm afraid that this gift will never see you again."

Shen Lun sighed, "I don't dare to give it away, I'm afraid I won't be able to bear it."

"Forget it! Find someone to help the old man frame this painting. The old man will have a painting appreciation party tomorrow."

Ma Zui wiped away the tears from his face and muttered.

"Smelly show off..."

Shen Lun laughed loudly, "After a year, Sixian's new work belongs to the old man alone. How can I not show off?"

(End of this chapter)