Gong Liang saw the two old men arguing in a serious manner, and he was almost sick with embarrassment.
After a while, seeing that the two of them didn't seem to have any intention of stopping, they boldly stepped forward and persuaded: "Seniors, can you listen to me?"
The two stopped arguing and turned to look.
The new old man said: "What do you want me to tell you?"
"Say." The painting saint also said angrily.
"Since both seniors want to accept him as their disciple, why not accept him together and teach him calligraphy and painting together?"
"Hmph, how could I accept a disciple together with such a sinister person?" the painting saint said dissatisfied.
"Yes! Wouldn't it be a joke to accept a disciple together with this stingy old man?" The new old man also shook his head.
"Who are you saying is stingy?" the painting saint said angrily.
"If you are not stingy, then you are stingy. If I want to get something from you, I won't even give it to you. If you want to ask me for advice, I will ask my disciples to come and get it. You can tell me if you are thick-skinned or not. You are stingy." The new old man looked at the painting with disdain.
St.
The Painting Sage didn't expect that he would expose some private matters about himself in front of the juniors, and said angrily: "You are just stingy, your whole family is stingy. You have taught so many disciples, but you can't write a single article that will be handed down for generations, so you have the nerve to be here."
explain."
Seeing that the two of them were arguing again, Gongliang quickly stepped forward and whispered to the new old man: "Senior, can you take a step to speak."
"What can't be said here?" the new old man glared.
"Boy, we have something important to discuss." Gongliang motioned for him to come to the side to talk.
The newly arrived old man didn't know what important matter he had, so he thought it would be a good idea to come and listen, so he walked to the side. Gongliang followed and after walking a certain distance, he released the mirage beads sent by Wangyuan River God to block the movement and disappeared.
The sound makes it difficult for people to notice what they are saying.
The new old man sensed it and glanced at him, "You little thing, you are quite precious."
"How dare you compare yourself to your old man?"
"If you have anything to say, tell me quickly. I've lived for so long and I don't need you to flatter me."
Gongliang was choked and speechless. The old man's words were not cute at all.
However, he still said respectfully: "Senior, since you and that senior both like Ji Yuyong, why not work with him to recruit him as a disciple. Although you don't want to be with him, think about it, if you are the one in Ji Yuyong's paintings in the future
The calligraphy overshadows the content of the painting, so people only see the beauty of the calligraphy and don’t know the essence of the painting. Isn’t it wonderful?”
"Hey, you little guy, you do have some ideas."
The newcomer's eyes lit up and he began to think about the possibility of this.
Gong Liang saw that his heart was moved and struck while the iron was hot: "Although the boy doesn't know calligraphy, Ji Yuyong can draw such amazing works at his age. I think he will definitely achieve extraordinary things in the future. His calligraphy is otherworldly and superb. It can be compared to gods and immortal words."
, if there are more famous teachers to guide you, it will not be difficult to write a masterpiece that will be handed down in the future. By then, no one will dare to say that you don’t even have a disciple who can write a masterpiece that will be handed down for generations!"
The newly arrived old man did not show any joy when he heard what he said. Instead, he angrily said: "Do you think I really don't have any disciples who can write articles that will be passed down to the world? I have many disciples who are astonishingly talented and brilliant, and they have become great Confucians.
There are many such things. The reason why I haven’t produced an article to be handed down is that the time has not come yet. If the opportunity comes, I won’t have as many articles to be handed down as I want.”
"Yes, yes, the boy was misled."
Gongliang responded repeatedly, but he was not without slander in his heart, as if the articles handed down from ancient times are like drinking water and peeing.
"However, your idea is not bad. It would be a great pleasure if the calligraphy on the painting overshadows the painting itself. I have decided to listen to your opinion."
After the new old man finished speaking, he walked towards the Painting Saint.
The mirage beads can only hide the body, shield the sound, etc., but cannot restrict entry and exit, so the newly arrived old man can easily walk out.
Gongliang immediately put away the mirage and followed him.
The newly arrived old man walked up to the painting sage and said energetically: "Uncle, I agree to let you teach this little guy calligraphy and painting together with me."
The Painting Saint was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, "I don't even agree, what do you agree to?"
Gongliang felt that he was going to be spoiled, so he quickly stepped forward and whispered: "Senior, can you take a step to speak."
"Hmph, your little trick to deceive this ram is okay. If you want to deceive me, you'd better save it!" Hua Sheng flicked his sleeves and turned his head, not wanting to pay attention to him.
Gong Liang raised his eyebrows and thought to himself: Why does he seem to know what he said to the new old man?
Seeing his confused expression, Gong Yangru laughed loudly and said: "Under my Qingyang Academy Heavenly Book, nothing can be hidden, let alone your little mirage."
Gong Liang raised his head and looked at the Heavenly Book floating in the air, and suddenly realized it. But when he thought that what he had said to Gong Yangru was known to the Painting Sage, he felt extremely embarrassed.
Gong Yangru didn't care whether he was embarrassed or not. He stepped forward and grabbed Ji Yuyong's arm and said to the painting saint: "Whether you agree or not, I accept this little guy." After saying that, he pulled Ji Yuyong into the air and flew away.
rise.
"Stop, that's the disciple I took a fancy to first."
When the painting sage saw him taking Ji Yuyong away, he quickly put away the real dragon landscape scroll on the long table and chased after him.
The newly arrived old man looked at the painting saint who was chasing after him, and said with a proud smile: "It's mine now, hahahaha."
Ji Yuyong woke up from his dazed state after being taken some distance away. When he saw the painting saint chasing after him with a scroll, he quickly said: "Senior, I want to give this painting to Gong Liang."
"What a sin, you want to give away a masterpiece that has been handed down from generation to generation? Don't you know what it means to have a masterpiece that has been handed down from generation to generation?" the Painting Saint scolded with angry eyes.
"Keke, the above text was dictated by him!" Ji Yuyong responded weakly.
Gong Yangru looked on and shook his head repeatedly, "You old man, how can you be a teacher if you are so stingy? That guy is nice and gave me good advice. I just wrote a calligraphy painting some time ago and gave it to him."
He took out a scroll from his sleeve and threw it down.
The scroll flew to Gong Liang, he reached out to catch it, opened it and saw that only the word "Tao" was written on it.
This "Tao" is well written, with dragons flying and phoenixes dancing, and there is a hint of Taoist charm.
Gong Liang was watching, and suddenly he heard Gong Yangru's message: "This word is not vulgar. You should study it carefully before practicing, and you should gain something from it."
The Painting Saint didn't expect that Gong Yangru would join his army here. Looking at the real dragon landscape scroll in his hand, he couldn't help but hesitate. This is a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation, not an ordinary thing. Although it is not his thing, he can give it away casually.
, but it also made him feel distressed. He turned his head and saw Ji Yuyong looking at him, his eyes flickering. It seems that if you want to accept this disciple, you have to pass this test first. That's all, it's not his thing anyway.
He doesn't cherish it himself, so why should he feel bad about it.
The painting sage threw the true dragon landscape scroll down.
The scroll swayed in the wind and flew over the boulder. Gongliang stretched out his hand to catch it and heard the painting saint's message: "Little guy, this is a scroll handed down from ancient times. You can't use it casually, lest you destroy this rare thing."
"Boy, I understand." Gongliang responded.
He didn't expect to get two extraordinary paintings and calligraphy when he went out to play. He was really overjoyed.
I just calmed down and looked around, feeling dumbfounded. It was Ji Yuyong's treat at noon, but he was pulled away by Gong Yangru and Painting Saint. What should we do now?