2976: C2976 Master and Disciple

C2976 Master and Disciple

The new painter from WuTown had always been a mystery.

He had already lived in the WuTown for less than half a month, but no one knew his name, so they simply called him the painter.

The gentle painter caused quite a stir in the town.

First of all, it was because his painting was evaluated by the mayor and many stewards as having a great charm. As long as this charm was fully comprehended, it would be of great benefit to the martial way.

In the short span of half a month, the mayor would often personally pay a visit to the painter, and the managers of the WuTown who had some prestige, after talking with the painter for a few times, all of them had gained some insights and were very respectful towards the painter as well.

This made the painter a little special in the town.

Those young married women who had already married into the clan would discuss about the art master's topics when they had free time. However, the art master was very mysterious, and since they did not interact much with other people, they did not talk much. Furthermore, these young married women still had to follow the path of a woman, and did not dare to talk too much.

In comparison, those girls weren't that afraid.

His WuTown was also similar, not that conservative. The young girls even had a chivalrous air, with Gu Qing as their leader.

Therefore, the ladies of WuTown would always brazenly visit the painters' house. Sometimes they would ask for pictures, and sometimes talk about comprehending the Dao. The reason seemed to be very reasonable, but every girl had an expression of infatuation.

This was the second small ripple caused by the painter.

However, with the mayor and many managers in front of them, they did not dare to make a fuss and could only endure it. Furthermore, these youths, even though they did not like the painter, they still wanted to ask for a painting.

Previously, Lei Li, the head of the Lei Clan, did not have a good attitude when he asked for a painting. The painter said that he was not allowed to ask for another painting.

This loving and hateful attitude was the third small wave that the painter had set off.

In the end, the painter accepted a disciple.

Meng Fan.

The painter went to see his mother, and with great respect for her, bowed and greeted her. No one had seen this kind of respect in WuTown, and the mother was also at a loss as to how to welcome the painter. However, since her family was poor, she could only borrow a few taels of tea from her neighbor, the painter was very happy to drink it.

After that, the painter brought Meng Fan to his own residence and began teaching him how to draw.

After the painter officially accepted Meng Fan as his apprentice, the painter said these words to Meng Fan. At that time, Gu Xin'er and some people from WuTown were all watching on the side as a witness.

"You don't want to practice martial arts anymore?"

"I... "I don't want to."

"Then I'll stop practicing."

This was the first statement.

Many of the youngsters in WuTown, especially Gu Xin'er, were very surprised. Meng Fan, who had trained harder than anyone before, had somehow become someone else in just a few days. These were all alright, but hearing Meng Fan personally say that he did not want to practice martial arts, they did not dare to believe it.

The painter's answer was even more straightforward. If one didn't want to practice martial arts, then there was no need to practice.

"From now on, you will learn to paint, to sightsee, to draw some flowers and birds, to draw some beautiful things. You are in a good mood and also very good. This doesn't count as losing your ambition."

"Good …" "Alright, Master."

"Yes." "Remember, from now on, other than my parents, no one is to kneel or kowtow to anyone else. Not even the Heavens or the Earth are to kneel or kowtow to anyone else."

"But …" Master, I kneeled to you. "

"If you kneel to me, it doesn't count as kneeling."

The manager of WuTown said that the painter's last words were filled with great wisdom.

However, even these stewards were unable to determine what kind of great intellect it was.

This was like someone saying something no one had ever heard before. Everyone answered with an "Oh" and pretended to understand. In fact, no one understood, but they were embarrassed to say it out loud for fear of being looked down upon.

Since then, the painter brought Meng Fan into the forest surrounding the WuTown.

The forest surrounding WuTown was not allowed to be entered as he wished, but Mayor Gu Yuan said that the painter was not someone from WuTown, and the rules of WuTown did not govern him.

Thus, the painter brought Meng Fan in.

This caused many people in WuTown to whisper to themselves, saying that the painter is just an ordinary person, without any martial arts. Meng Fan is just a trash, there are so many fierce beasts in the WuTown forest, they have to die here!

Mother Meng was also very nervous.

However, no one knew why Grandma Meng had agreed.

Even Mother Meng herself did not know.

After talking to the painter, her heart had become very warm and full of security. She always felt that with the painter there, she could rest assured.

Along the way, Meng Fan was also very scared, but for some reason, after walking for two or three days, he drank some spring water when he was thirsty, ate some coconut nuts when he was hungry, and occasionally the painter would even catch some small animals. He walked very comfortably without encountering any dangers.

Along the way, Meng Fan didn't learn how to paint from the painter for the past two to three days. However, he learned how to extract the paint from the juice from the bark, the juice from the berries and the powder from the stones.

However, Meng Fan was also very curious. The painter had been collecting raw materials for two to three days, yet he still hadn't painted. Meng Fan was curious as to what the painter wanted to draw, but he didn't dare to ask.

That morning, the painter brought Meng Fan to the top of a mountain.

From the top of the mountain, the WuTown could no longer be seen. In front of them were tall and lofty mountains, lush forests, and flocks of birds flying in the clouds above the forests.

The painter put down his travel bag and his painting equipment, placed his hands on his waist, and looked into the distance. He took a deep breath, and for some reason, a smile appeared on his face, as well as a faint sense of peace.

Meng Fan followed behind the painter and looked into the distance with him. In an instant, his heart was filled with ambition as well.

"Let's begin." The painter said.

Meng Fan was stunned, "Master, what is it?"

"What do you want to draw, what do you want to draw?"

"Then... I'll draw that tree, okay? "

"Alright."

Thus, Meng Fan started to draw the tree.

It was the same for the next few days.

He never commented on it. After he finished one, more than half a day had already passed and Meng Fan's painting was crooked and ugly, but the painter was still smiling and encouraging. Then the master and the disciple picked up their bags and continued on to the next mountain peak.

Painting a picture, passing a mountain peak, sleeping in the forest at night, and never seeing any beasts, as if all the beasts in the mountain had disappeared.

It had been twenty days.

Meng Fan fell in love with painting.

The things he drew were becoming more and more beautiful.

Sometimes it's a mountain or a river, sometimes it's a rock, totally casual.2

On this day, Meng Fan really didn't know what else to draw. After thinking for a moment, he lifted his brush and drew an eye.

A very gentle eye.

"This is?" For the first time in more than twenty days, the painter questioned Meng Fan's painting.

"I want to paint Gu Xin'er, master." Meng Fan answered carefully.

"Mm. Alright."

The painter nodded. He laid down on a patch of grass and looked up at the sky. As usual, he didn't say anything.

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