"Don't worry, I'm not your father. Don't kneel down to me. I can't bear it," Wang Busheng shouted.

"No, I am an apprentice, so kneeling down seems more formal," Zhu Wuyu explained.

Wang Busheng looked at Zhu Wuyi with disgust. His face was pale and beardless. There was no elegance at all when he was eating just now. He couldn't lift it with his hands or carry it on his shoulders. He couldn't distinguish between the four limbs and the five grains. At first glance, he looked like a waste. Such a person

It's not appropriate to be his apprentice. It doesn't match his image as a male protagonist, and he doesn't want to raise a loser.

Wang Bushi was decisive and did not hesitate at all: "No, no, I can't agree."

"Master, just promise me. My family is rich, and I will honor you well." Zhu Wuyu continued to persuade, and began to induce and make wishes.

I am a seven-foot tall man who stands tall and tall. I am worthy of the sky above and worthy of the common people below. I can reach up to the sky to embrace the moon, and below I can catch turtles from the five oceans. People call me a young man who can bully the king and live forever. There is nothing in my body from the tips of my toes to the strands of my hair.

How could the noble qualities that are not exuded everywhere be bribed by that copper-smelling thing, let alone the promised pie? Tie, my king will not look down on me. I am a lotus, I am a Clivia. I am unsullied from the silt, and I wash my face with clear ripples.

I'm not a demon, that's my outstanding quality. If you refuse, you must refuse.

"Tch, Xiao Zhu, what do you think of me? What kind of person am I, Wang Busui? I have some money too." Wang Busui wanted to take out the money and show it to this kid who had never seen the world, but suddenly he thought of his own

Several banknotes, including the ones soaked in water, were taken away by Sun Ergou, the hateful beast. Wang Budie felt heartache for a while.

Seeing that the king refused to die, Zhu Wuyi seemed very at a loss. Faced with his promise, he was indifferent. Master Guo was indeed a master and was not tempted by money. This noble quality was not possessed by even the elders in the court.

Wang Busui's charisma once again attracted Zhu Wuyi, which further strengthened his belief in becoming a master. He said with a sweet heart: "Master, just accept me. I can do many things for you."

Wang Busheng looked at Zhu Wu with disgust, "What can you do?"

"Well" Zhu Wuyu thought for a long time. He didn't know how to wash and cook. He wanted to fight for his master. The master was better than him, so he didn't need it. He was willing to warm the bed, but the master must not be willing either. He never thought that he would always be so useless.

, suddenly Zhu Wuji thought of something and said happily: "I can give the meat in the next box lunch to the master."

Well, under such conditions, the temptation of pork is still greater than that of silver. In terms of comprehensive benefits and losses, even if you accept this kid, from the current point of view, you will not suffer a loss. The key is that you also want to eat meat. The worst thing will be in the future.

Just outside the door. So Wang Busui nodded and said reluctantly: "Okay, seeing that you are sincere and understand the filial piety, I will accept you." As if he was afraid that Zhu Wuyi would misunderstand, Wang Bushu continued to explain:

"I accepted you because you are plump in heaven, have fine bones, and are a good candidate for martial arts. I did not accept you because of your piece of pork."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Wuji was still happy. He was still very talented. He thanked him hurriedly and hit his head on the ground with a gurgling sound. "Thank you, master. Thank you, master. I understand that in ancient times, there were people who would not bow down for a five-meter bucket. Today, there are masters who would not."

"You must be fond of meat to recruit disciples."

Hearing that voice, Wang Busui's heart palpitated. This kid wouldn't knock himself silly. He hurriedly stopped him and said, "Stop knocking yourself silly. I won't support you if you knock yourself silly."

"Yes, yes, thank you, Master"

"You get up first." Wang Busui sat on the bed, and then took a mouthful of rice. Thinking of the piece of pork, Wang Busui felt heartache. But now he is his master, that is, his father, so he can properly pamper his son.

, he thought that the piece of meat was for his son to eat, and then said: "Don't be happy first, since you have come to my door, you must abide by the rules."

"Yes, yes, master said that all famous sects will have various mountain rules and sect rules. Disciple, I understand this." Zhu Wuyu stood up and stood next to Wang Busei. He was very happy and answered respectfully. More

It's a wish-fulfillment surprise.

"The rules of my sect are very simple, that is, you must listen to the master at all times. If the master tells you to go east, you can't go west. If the master tells you to chase the dogs, you can't chase the chickens. You understand." Wang Bushi said sincerely.

He said, first set the rules to avoid this kid being disobedient in the future.

"Yes, I know. Don't worry, Master, I will definitely listen to you. If you ask me to pee, even if there is feces, I will hold it back." Zhu Wuyu promised steadfastly.

"There's no need to do this, the anus will hurt if you hold it back."

"Well, master cares about the disciple's health, and the disciple is very grateful. Master, what other rules does my sect have? Please tell me about it, so that the disciple will not realize it if he makes a mistake in the future."

Zhu Wuju continued to ask

Wang Busui waved his hand, "There are not so many rules. In ancient times, those sects that relied on various rules to restrain their disciples were like wives who relied on pregnancy to tie up men. They would not last long."

Zhu Wuyu seemed to have thought of something, and responded with deep sympathy, "Master is really good, and he hit the nail on the head. Master, don't you know what sect we are? Disciples can claim their names even if they are bullied in the future,"

"We learn martial arts for the common people in the world. Why care about those false names? It doesn't matter what sect we are. You know, remember, just listen to the master." I don't know what sect I am, so how can I tell that boy.

"Master's words make sense." Zhu Wuyi was very satisfied after his apprenticeship was successful, especially since his master's character was still so noble. Then he pointed to the wall where he had just painted and asked: "Master, what do you think of my painting?"

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Wang Bushi raised his eyes and saw from the outline of the lines that it should be an animal. He nodded and said, "Well, the dog I drew is good, lifelike and just like the real thing."

Zhu Wuyu felt that his face was being pressed to the ground by the master and sparks were generated from the friction, and his head was covered with black lines, "Master, that's a tiger they drew."

"Hahaha," Wang Busui could only hide his embarrassment with laughter. If he looked carefully, he still looked a bit like a tiger. He then said, "Master did it on purpose. How could I not tell whether it was a dog or a tiger? You boy."

There is no humor at all, life is really boring.”

Well, okay, you are the master and you have the final say. After regaining his mood, Zhu Wuju continued to ask: "Master, what do you think of my tiger?"

If it were a movie about Japanese pirates, Wang Busui would still be able to comment and point out the advantages and disadvantages of various movements. But if it were a toy of a cultural person like painting, Wang Busui still wouldn't understand it very well. He just faced his apprentice,

He had to say a few words no matter what, pretending that he knew everything and had the ability to know everything. After all, being a master is important. Wang Busheng looked at it carefully.

This is a picture of a tiger descending a mountain. Behind him is a mountain, surrounded by overgrown weeds. The tiger is lying on a raised boulder and looking down the mountain. It looks like a well-fed single dog sitting on the street looking at beautiful women. It looks very charming.

Lazy.

As the king of the deep forest and the overlord of one side, the tiger possesses a domineering aura that tests all things in the forest like grass and grass.

But in the eyes of this tiger, Wang Bushit could not see any domineering aura. The tiger should be like a child of seventeen or eighteen years old, full of vitality, while this tiger is like an old man in his twilight years, exuding endless death energy.

Wang Bushi thought of the reason, so he looked back at Zhu Wuyi's face, which looked like he wanted to be affirmed, and said: "Xiao Zhu, as a master, I still hope that you can make progress, and I don't want to dampen your enthusiasm, but this painting still has many shortcomings."

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Zhu Wuyi is like a naughty boy who just got a little red flower and wants to be praised by his parents. He never thought that the master was going to criticize and educate him. He was still a little disappointed in his heart. However, big criticism will make big progress, and small criticism will make small progress. Don't criticize.

If you don't make progress, your tiger painting has reached a bottleneck and it will be difficult to make further progress. Maybe the master can help you solve this problem. Zhu Wuyi also plans to accept the master's criticism.

"Please give me some guidance from Master"

"First of all, the first point is, the origin of your tiger. If Master is not wrong, he saw it in the zoo." Wang Bushi said

Zhu Wuyi nodded and was very excited. As expected of the expert Master, he could see it at a glance and said hurriedly: "Master, you're right, it's a zoo. I have a lot of tigers in my backyard." Damn it, treat tigers as pets.

Knowing that tigers eat meat, and that my apprentice is still an invisible rich man, I have found a treasure and should be rich for the rest of my life. Shouldn't I save some face for Xiao Zhu and give him a few words of praise?

No, I can't do this. My own character as a master does not allow me to do this.

So he pulled Zhu Wuyu to sit down, with a slight smile on his face, and said: "Xiao Zhu, the tiger is the king of beasts. It is powerful and strong, and has the aura of a king. If it is imprisoned in a zoo, the tiger can still be

Is it a real tiger? A tiger is a tiger when it goes deep into the mountains. It is like a master of tiger painting in ancient times. In order to draw a tiger well, he observed it in the deep mountains and old forests for a long time, eating and sleeping with the tiger before finally painting it.

The essence of tiger”.

When Zhu Wuyi heard this, he suddenly realized that just like Mo Yan and Zhou Gu, the tiger they painted was exactly the same as the real one. No wonder he always felt that the tiger he painted was beautiful, but there was always something missing. It turned out to be the domineering nature of the tiger itself.

, the tiger was imprisoned as an animal and became an ornamental pet. It does not have to forage for food by itself. The staff prepares food for it. How can the tiger still be domineering and kingly?

Looking at Zhu Wuyu's face, he saw that there was not much trouble. He should be able to continue to withstand his own critical blows. Wang Busheng continued: "Also, tigers are predators and naturally hunt for prey. How about you?"

There is a little white rabbit under the tiger's paw. Have you ever seen a little white rabbit in the deep forest, so I think what you drew is not a tiger, but a yellow dog."

Zhu Wuyao looked ashamed, and was still very shocked. Naturally, there were not that many hares to feed in the zoo, and the domestic rabbits and chickens were used as food for the tigers.

Wang Busui was very relieved to see that Zhu Wuyi did not collapse. His apprentice was still very good. He did not seek death and was tired of life. He had a strong ability to withstand pressure. It was not easy for him to be so devalued and still live strong.

Then Wang Busheng continued: "I think it is very inappropriate for this tiger to sit there quietly. The mountains behind him are still, and the trees are still. When painting, you must know how to combine movement and stillness, and absorb the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

, this kind of painting can be lively. If you draw the dead grass on the ground into a curved shape, and turn the sitting tiger into a running hooves with its four hooves spread out, and there is a prey in front of it that is escaping in embarrassment, will the effect be better?

Quite a few”.

After hearing this, Zhu Wuji suddenly became enlightened and suddenly realized, he said happily: "Master's martial arts is so high, I didn't expect to know about painting. My disciple admires it."

I jumped out of bed, ran to the wall, picked up a stone and started drawing again.

Seeing the calligraphy treasures left by the predecessors on the surrounding walls, so-and-so came here for a visit. This person should have come here to experience life in his youth. So-and-so became a good man again after eighteen years. This person

There is no doubt that grass has grown on the grave. There is another one with the words "Second Mother" on it. Raise our children. If you dare to remarry, I will kill your whole family. Well, this one should be a strong defender of marriage, but all

Is the Er Niang mentioned somewhat related to the proprietress of Hehei Store, or Sun Siniang from Wuhu Village? I have to say that the people here all have stories, and Wang Bu is thinking about whether he should also write a few words to express his feelings.

I've been here myself.

Soon Zhu Wuyu's painting was completed. This time the tiger was much more majestic and domineering. Seeing Zhu Wuyu's painting, Wang Busheng suddenly thought of Wangcai. Once he went up the mountain and encountered a tiger. Wang Busui was in danger. It was Wangcai who used his grandson to help him.

He was able to escape by chance, but now he and Wangcai were separated from each other. Wang Busheng felt unspeakably sad.

You were born before I was born, and I was old when I gave birth to you. You hated me for being born late, and I hate you for being born early. I mourn the pain of life here.

After carefully looking at his painting, Zhu Wuyi had a proud expression on his face. He smiled and asked Wang Busheng: "Master, how are you doing now?"

"It's much better now than before. Of course, there is still a lot of room for improvement. Don't be proud," Wang Bushi taught.

"What the master said is that the disciple must obey the teachings carefully." Zhu Wu accepted it with an open mind.

"By the way" Wang Bushit seemed to have thought of something and asked: "Xiao Zhu, why were you imprisoned?"

"I didn't pay for my meal."

"What, you don't have money to eat?" Wang Busheng regretted. He originally thought he was an invisible rich man, but now he realized that he was not invisible, but just poor and had no money to eat.

"Are you eating the king's meal?"

"That's not the case. I originally had a few thousand taels of pocket money, but I lost it after staying overnight, so I had no money to pay the bill." Zhu Wuyi explained that he still didn't have any clues about his lost money, but

He didn't look distressed at all.

A few thousand taels was just pocket money, so Wang Busui felt relieved. He just felt that Xiao Zhu's experience was very similar to his own, so he asked, "Is the store you live in called a black store?"

"Yes, how does Master know?"

"Because I came here because of them as a teacher." Wang Bushit felt sad and patted his chest. It turned out that the store was just like its name, that store was a black shop, and people were habitual offenders. I regretted it.
Chapter completed!