I'm bound to the divine medicine system

Chapter 426 Flattering

An hour later, the carriage stopped in front of a family in Huangxing Hutong in the south of the city. Couplets were pasted on both sides of the courtyard gate.

Mu Qingyi read this word, and blurted out a "good word".

Just then the door opened, and an old man with gray hair and beard came out from the inside. He was wearing a plain blue cotton robe, with a yellow wine gourd hanging on his waist. Standing so close to the entrance of the courtyard, there was a sense of Taoism and Confucianism in calligraphy and painting.

The old man glanced at the faces of the four people, and finally fell on Mu Qingyi's face, and asked, "You speak well, what's so good about it?"

Mu Qingyi smiled slightly, and said: "Although the teacher's handwriting looks a little domineering on the surface, it is actually as free and easy as a fairy, like a dragon flying in the sky, moving around, coming from nothing, and returning to the void."

The old man raised his eyebrows, the seriousness on his face faded a bit, and there was interest in his eyes.

Anyone who hears this is an extreme compliment, but who will not be happy after hearing it?
"Liao Fu, the student you're talking about isn't this girl with honey on her mouth?"

Miracle doctor Liao laughed, and was also very surprised in his heart, he had never seen Qingyi girl kissing anyone like this.

"This is it, Mu Qingwen." Divine doctor Liao pushed Mu Qingwen out.

Mu Qingwen hurriedly saluted the old man, upright and meticulous.

The old man looked at Mu Qingwen, seeing that he was a handsome and outrageous young man, he felt a little displeased in his heart.It's not that he doesn't like good-looking boys, but that among the students he has taught, most of the good-looking ones have difficulty concentrating on their studies. When they reach the age of ten, there will be girls who yearn for their talents. Throwing handkerchiefs and purses on them all day, handing love poems and so on, it's hard to put all your mind on study.

The old man glanced at Miracle Doctor Liao, and asked Qingwen, "Is it your sister who flattered me just now?"

Qingwen's cheeks were slightly red, but she was so moved that her sister would even flatter him for his smooth apprenticeship.

"It's my sister." Qingwen replied respectfully.

Seeing that the boy was respectful and mature, the old man's face softened a little, and he asked again: "Let's talk about the word door."

Mu Qingwen glanced at the words again, and said respectfully, "Teacher's calligraphy is majestic and magnificent, and every stroke is sonorous and powerful."

The old man raised his eyebrows again, thinking that this kid really has a bit of eyesight, his face became more relaxed, and he even showed a smile, and said, "Come in, let me read your handwriting first."

Doctor Liao saw his old friend's expression, and knew that the matter was close, so he quickly gave Mu Qingyi a wink: It's done.

Mu Qingyi also laughed, she read and practiced calligraphy every day, so she naturally knew how Qingwen's calligraphy was, and it was definitely no worse than those self-proclaimed masters in painting and calligraphy shops outside.

Doctor Liao and Mu Qingyi didn't enter the house, they sat drinking tea and chatting at the small table in the courtyard.

Not long after, the old man came out, holding a copybook with wet ink in his hand, and only wrote a few words, but the old man looked at it again and again, "Okay! The young man, the writing skills are so good!" Profound, given time, if you specialize in this way, you will surely become a master of the generation."

"Teacher's praise!" Qingwen's expression was indifferent, and he was not happy or proud of the teacher's praise.

In fact, I am used to being praised too much on weekdays.

The old man glanced at Mu Qingyi in the courtyard, and thought of her comment on the word at his door just now, he couldn't help but feel moved, he turned around and asked the boy in the room to put the table and case in the courtyard, spread pens, inks, papers and inkstones, "Girl , come and write a picture.”

　There is one more chapter, still being written. . .

　　
　
(End of this chapter)