Standing under the shade of the ancestral old osmanthus tree on the top of Osmanthus Island, Chen Ping'an couldn't help but think of the old locust tree in his hometown. However, in front of him, the osmanthus leaves were as thick as a canopy, but the old locust tree was no longer there. After Chen Ping'an felt sad
, smiled knowingly, and still remembered the scene of the little girl in a red cotton coat running with a locust branch on her shoulders, Li Baoping's lively and cute attitude, fearless of heaven and earth, and the carefreeness of old Longcheng Fan Er, able to live every day happily.
It's so beautiful that it makes Chen Ping'an envious. He hopes that one day he can become a person like them. I wonder if this is what the sages say in the book of sages.
In addition to Chen Ping'an, there were three or three ferry passengers standing under the old osmanthus tree. They were all spectators who came here to look at the old tree and pointed at it. There were also some women who chose a place to stand and let a few people wait here specially.
The Osmanthus Island painter from Guihua Island painted for them, and a family of three asked the Qi practitioner painter who was an expert in painting to help them draw a family portrait as a souvenir.
Fan Er had reminded Chen Ping'an on the carriage before that the customers who could go from Old Dragon City to Daoxuan Mountain to do business had different realms and good or bad backgrounds, but one thing was common, that is, these people were not easy to mess with.
, at every turn, anyone can bring out one or two powerful figures or powerful nobles from the Xian family. Because the Fan family not only stores supplies in several of their own warehouses on Guihua Island, many wealthy guests also use Guihua Island to carry goods.
There is no shortage of people, background and financial resources, and they may even be richer than the Fan family. They just lack a chance cross-continental ferry and a mature and stable route.
Chen Ping'an is not someone who likes to cause trouble, so Fan Er's reminder is the icing on the cake.
At the moment, Chen Pingan stood quietly in the distance. After waiting for a middle-aged painter to stop writing and hand over the scroll, Chen Pingan walked forward and passed by the woman who was happily holding the scroll. He glanced at
The picture scroll in the hands of a female Qi practitioner is lifelike, not like the rigid painted door gods on the door in her hometown. On the picture scroll, the woman's clothes and black hair are slowly floating, and the osmanthus leaves of the tree are also shaking like ripples, but in Chen's words
With Ping An's eyesight, he discovered that the woman's true appearance was slightly different from that on the scroll, as if it had been enhanced by the painter's painting. Chen Ping An was amazed. Compared with the previous stele rubbing techniques on Kun's ship, they were different.
The middle-aged painter shook his wrist when he saw the young man carrying a sword. Behind him was an osmanthus lady holding a small case with the Four Treasures of the Study.
The painter asked with a smile: "Young master, you also want to paint? On our cross-continental trip to Osmanthus Island, before arriving at Daoxuan Mountain, there will be ten sceneries along the way. Each place is a unique beauty in the world, including this one."
The ancestral old osmanthus tree, touched by the light of the fairy osmanthus, will have a faint fragrance lingering in the paintings we draw. It can be preserved for hundreds of years without fading, and it can avoid damage by insects and ants. It will never let you down."
Before Chen Pingan left, he had already put away the Guike wooden sign, nodded and said with a smile: "I want to paint three identical paintings. May I ask, sir, how much does it cost?"
The middle-aged painter was stunned for a moment. He didn't know whether the young man in straw sandals in front of him was a real person, a rich man, Gongsun, or a rich young man who didn't understand the world. Most people can only paint one painting at most. How can they order three paintings at a time? But who
Not dissatisfied that he earned a lot of money, the painter smiled and said: "A painting costs thirty pieces of snow. If the master wants three paintings, it can be cheaper. I only charge you twenty-five pieces."
The sweet-scented osmanthus lady, who was far less beautiful than the golden millet of Guimai Xiaoyuan, smiled sweetly and added softly, "Young Master, if you hold the special wooden sign of Osmanthus Island, you can get another discount."
Chen Pingan shook his head and said, "No, I'm just an ordinary customer."
Chen Pingan took out twenty-five snow coins and put them on the small case she was holding as requested by the sweet-scented osmanthus lady. The Fan family painter didn't do anything about it. Then the middle-aged painter asked Chen Pingan to stand under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree.
After changing several locations one after another, Chen Ping'an finally chose a location with the best view. Chen Ping'an stood alone under the tree, facing the painter's scrutiny. He was obviously a little nervous. After the painter comforted him with a few words of comfort, he relaxed slightly and moved his limbs.
No longer so stiff, but still a little sullen. The painter didn't dare to point too much, thinking that he would put more thought into it when he put down the pen.
The sweet-scented osmanthus girl couldn't help but smile. Such shy guests are rare on the sweet-scented osmanthus island where the gods gather. In the past, some bold men and women even asked if they could stand on the ancestral osmanthus tree and let me know.
The painter simply came up with a picture of someone climbing high and looking into the distance. The woman asked if she could pick up a laurel branch and hold it in her hand. Of course she couldn't.
The middle-aged painter picked up the pen and waved his sleeves gently. The rare rice paper from Qingluan Kingdom slipped from the small case and flew slowly in front of him, hovering motionless as if it were placed on a flat painting case.
Above. The painter is not in a hurry to put pen to paper, but begins to brew his emotions, writes deeply, and when painting figures, he should also draw a spirit.
The artist holds his back in one hand and a pen in the other, staring at the young man under the tree. He is carrying a sword box on his back, clenching his fists and hanging them on both sides of his body. His eyes are bright, his complexion is slightly dark, and he is wearing a pair of unusual straw sandals. He is dressed simply.
He is a bit shabby, but he is kept clean and does not give people the slightest sloppy look. He is only slightly shorter than the young and strong men in the south. Maybe in the northern part of Aquarius Island, he will look more youthful.
However, the skilled painter was surprised to find that he could not capture the spirit of the boy in front of him. It was not that the boy did not have it, but that the painter could not be sure. He always felt that no matter how he started painting, it would be difficult to draw a "very similar" one.
In this realm, the painter did not want to show any cowardice, lest the cooked duck fly away. He could draw five out of twenty-five snow coins, which was not a small amount.
The middle-aged painter had no choice but to bite the bullet and pretend to be confident and start painting.
The first portrait of a boy can only be said to be very similar in appearance. Not only a spiritual practitioner like him, but also an ordinary court painter of the Yamashita Dynasty could have done it. The painter himself was extremely dissatisfied, but he could not express his pain.
After finishing the painting, the painter took a short rest. The young man also took off the flask from his waist and took a sip of wine. After drinking, he became more and more relaxed. The young man turned his head and looked at the northern land, with a knowing smile on his face.
He probably thought of some beautiful person or thing. After the young man looked away, he crossed his arms across his chest, puffed up his chest, and smiled brightly.
The painter accidentally caught a glimpse of this scene and suddenly had an idea.
As a result, the second painting was obviously more aura, and the complex emotions of the young man traveling thousands of miles away from his hometown slowly flowed out from the artist's brush.
During the break of the middle-aged painter, the young man drank again, and then he lost his smile, no longer crossed his arms over his chest, and seemed not to want the wine gourd around his waist to appear in the painting, hiding it and hanging behind him, but the young man's invisible momentum
, more stable, more like an adult who can take care of himself no matter how far away from home he is.
The painter was also quite satisfied with the third painting.
Gui Hua, who was already familiar with adding the three paintings to the white jade scroll, trotted over to Chen Ping'an. After seeing the three paintings, she seemed very happy and had no objection at all. She handed the paintings to the young man and the middle-aged painter.
In fact, I was a little worried, "I hope the young master will be satisfied."
Chen Pingan held the three-scroll scroll with both hands and said with a bright smile: "Very good! Thank you!"
The middle-aged painter was relieved and said with a smile: "If you still want to paint in the future, you can make an appointment with me. From then on, I will definitely paint the nine scenes of Osmanthus Island on time, and I will give you a 10% discount on the price. My name is Su Yuting. You only need to follow the ferry boat
Any sweet-scented osmanthus girl can ask and you can find me when the time comes."
Chen Pingan nodded, said goodbye and left.
In fact, Chen Pingan is embarrassed to say that there is little chance of Jiujing on the sea in the future. According to Zheng Dafeng's attitude of not giving up until he is tricked to death, and Chen Pingan's temper that likes to ask for trouble, it is unlikely to leave Guimai Xiaoyuan from now on.
Half step.
Returning to his room in Guimai Courtyard, Chen Pingan began to write a letter. He wrote every stroke seriously and with great craftsmanship. Not to mention compared to his disciple Cui Dongshan, even Li Baoping was far behind.
Not comparable.
Previously at the dusty medicine shop in Old Dragon City, Chen Pingan wanted to send a letter to both Shanya Academy and his hometown Longquan, but he was afraid of complications. After all, Old Dragon City's surname was Fu, so he did not dare to act rashly. He knew that there was a Feijian message on the Osmanthus Island of the Fan family.
After arriving at the Xianjia Inn, I thought about taking the boat. It just so happened that I drew three portraits. One was sent to Li Baoping with a letter, and the other was sent to Longquan with a letter from home. Then the boy in Tsing Yi and the pink
The two little guys, the girl and the girl in skirts, helped him go to his parents' graves and burn the painting to let his parents know that he was living a good life now. That's why Chen Ping'an hid the sword gourd under the laurel tree.
, but he can't let his parents know that he is already a little drunkard.
After writing two letters and taking two scrolls with him, Chen Pingan left the yard again and went to the Xianjia Inn. This time Chen Pingan met Jin Su, the sweet-scented osmanthus girl, outside the door. Although Chen Pingan insisted on going to the inn to send the letter, Jin Su couldn't.
She also insisted on leading the way, saying that although she did not live in Guimai Courtyard, she was still the maidservant of that courtyard. If Chen Pingan had to handle such matters alone, she would definitely be punished by Aunt Gui and the Fan family. Chen Pingan
He had no choice but to let her follow. Fortunately, when they arrived at the inn, Jin Su just kept silent and did not interfere in any way. Even if Chen Pingan still put away the Guike wooden sign and handed over the snow money as an ordinary guest, the woman could only treat him as an ordinary guest.
Didn't see it at all.
Jin Su sent Chen Ping'an back to the door of the courtyard and stopped to say goodbye. When he returned to his residence, Aunt Gui was in an elegant and quiet courtyard. It turned out that they lived together.
Even the old people on Osmanthus Island don't know that Jin Su is this woman's only disciple.
Jin Su sat opposite the woman, and the woman asked with a smile: "What, you have something on your mind? Is it related to that young man?"
Jin Su, who was born with a cold temperament, didn't smile much even when facing his mentor. "It's a bit weird."
Aunt Gui smiled and said: "You are still just in this corner of Osmanthus Island, following the ferry back and forth on the sea. In fact, you have very few opportunities to interact with people. It is normal for you to think that boy is strange."
For the first time, Jin Su showed a girlish and naive look, and said angrily: "I have also disembarked from the ship and been to the inner city several times, and I have met many young and handsome people in the old Dragon City."
The woman laughed dumbly, "Then you fell in love with Sun Jiashu at first sight? You even rejected Fu Nanhua's kindness without mercy? Do you know that the Fan family hopes that you and Fu Nanhua will get closer, but although the Fan family
You are a businessman, but your family tradition has always been good. Even if you are ignorant and almost get into trouble, you still don't want to force others to do anything. Why don't you try using a surname like Lao Longcheng? You will suffer a long time ago."
Jin Su's eyes were sharp, "The Fan family treats me well, and I will naturally repay the favor in the future, but if I dare to push people too far on this kind of thing, I..."
Before the woman could finish speaking, the woman leaned forward, reached out and slapped the disciple hard on the forehead, and said with an angry smile: "Stop talking nonsense, a Dongfu Qi practitioner who stumbled into the middle five realms, what do you really think you are?"
Are you a genius in cultivation? Just speaking of talent, you are about the same as Mr. Fan. You are amazing in Old Dragon City, but you are not the best in the entire Aquarius Continent. If you put it on the whole world..."
Having said this, the woman sighed, how difficult it is to recruit a disciple who agrees with her and "get what she wants", and it is even more difficult to want a disciple to break through the realm and reach the sky step by step. Therefore, the real mountaintop fairy family,
Recruiting disciples has always been a top priority, second only to her own enlightenment and immortality. She knows two ten-level immortals and a Jade-Pure level monk. In order to test the character of a future disciple, it takes the least time for ten
Years, the longest being a hundred years, and only after everything is ready, can the disciple accept the apprenticeship ceremony.
The arrogant young woman kept doing nothing. Since there were no outsiders here, she got up and moved to a seat next to the woman. She hugged Aunt Gui's arm and said coquettishly: "Jin Su has a good master."
Aunt Gui pointed at the woman with one finger and joked: "You have a good master, but I have a crappy apprentice who doesn't make people worry."
The young woman hugged the woman's arm, rested her head on her shoulder, and murmured: "Master, do you think Sun Jiashu likes me?"
Aunt Gui did not answer the question, but joked, "Spring has gone, but the heart of spring is still there."
Jinsu looked shy and complained: "Master!"
The woman turned her head and stared at the disciple's face, and said with a kind smile: "How can a man not like such a pretty and good girl?"
Jinsu was filled with joy.
But the woman immediately sighed and said: "But have you ever thought that Sun Jiashu is not only an outstanding man, but also the head of the Sun family in Old Dragon City, a man who is ambitious and wants to be the ancestor of the Sun family, and is also the businessman's hope.
To be continued...