My apprentice is not easy

Chapter 8 Teach

The drowsiness was forcibly interrupted, and Shen Ling's mood turned from sunny to cloudy in an instant.

Where did the evil pen come from, disturbing people's dreams?
When he opened his eyes, he saw a young man in red standing aside, his face was half covered by a folding fan, his piercing eyes were full of smiles.

Shen Ling took a deep breath and sat up.

"This...have you heard a word?"

The boy in red took down his folding fan and looked at her with a smile.

"What?"

"Disturbing people's dreams is equivalent to seeking money and killing their lives..." Shen Ling said with a sneer, "Are you going out by yourself? Or wait for me to do it?"

The boy in red took two steps back, pretending to be frightened, and then clicked his tongue lightly.

"The beauty of a beauty is better when it is quiet."

With a blank expression on her face, Shen Ling raised her hand and pointed to the door.

"roll!"

"Don't." The boy in red folded his folding fan, "I'm here for shopping, and beauties are not welcome?"

"Shopping?"

Shen Ling asked back, and got up from the couch with no expression on her face.

"Row."

In a blink of an eye, I saw Jiang Yuehan standing beside him holding a broom.

"..." What is this for?
Jiang Yuehan looked serious.

"Master, do you want to do it?"

"..." What a disciple!
Shen Ling stretched out her hand, took the broom in his hand, and said softly.

"It's okay, you can continue with your work."

The young man in red slowly stopped his movements and looked at the pair of master and apprentice in disbelief.

Are you all this angry?

Seeing Shen Ling turn around, "Since you want to buy something, come over there."

As he spoke, he walked towards the counter and stopped in front of the counter.

The boy in red followed and asked.

"What are you selling here, beauty?"

Shen Ling leaned on the counter, pointed to the shelf with her chin, "That's all, do you like it?"

The young man in red took a look and saw that there were some calligraphy and painting handicrafts on the shelf, and there were no more than twenty items in total. It is no exaggeration to say that it is miserable.

The boy in red looked around, finally gave up, and asked a random word.

"How do you sell this?"

Shen Ling looked back at the word and shook her head.

"Not for sale."

The red-clothed boy held his breath and looked at her in disbelief.

What's on the shelves, and what's not on sale?

Seeing Shen Ling's expression of refusal to cooperate, the boy in red didn't ask this question in the end, and instead pointed to a painting.

"What about this painting?"

Shen Ling turned her head again, confirmed the goods, and then shook her head again.

"Not for sale either."

The boy in red: "..."

Is this how you do business?
He thought about it, and finally, he chose to point to the third item.

"Beauty, what about this statue? Not for sale?"

Shen Ling turned her head to confirm, then shook her head.

"This is for sale."

As he spoke, he stretched out a palm towards the boy in red.

"Two million taels..."

The boy in red shivered, his eyes widened.

5 taels of silver, isn't this stealing money?

But Shen Ling spit out the next two words slowly.

"……gold."

The boy in red: "..."

Seeing the silence, Shen Ling tilted her head and asked him.

"What? Isn't the young master going to buy something?"

The boy in red immediately rolled his eyes.

As if I could afford it...

He glanced at Shen Ling who was expressionless, and then at Jiang Yuehan who was staring at him. In the end, without saying anything, he smiled at the two of them, turned his head and left the shop.

Being interrupted like this, Shen Ling lost the intention to continue to sleep, put the broom back in her hand, and walked towards the counter.

"How's the painting going?"

Jiang Yuehan followed in.

"Finished."

Shen Ling stopped and looked down at the paintings on the table.

I saw a picture of a beauty lying on her side vividly on the paper, and after a closer look, oh well, isn't this beauty me?
Shen Ling turned her eyes to look at her apprentice, only to see Jiang Yuehan looking at her expectantly with a pure face.

……Fine!
Shen Ling withdrew her gaze and looked at the painting carefully.

"How do you feel about your drawing?"

Jiang Yuehan immediately lowered his head.

"Insufficient painting skills, I can't draw the master's demeanor in case."

Although I admit that your painting is really not good, but since you said so...

"It's not bad, at least I drew it seriously." Shen Ling picked up the painting and put it aside, "Since I promised to teach you, then you should study carefully."

Shen Ling spread out a blank sheet of paper on the case again.

Jiang Yuehan understood immediately, and started to grind the ink and hand the brush, all in one go.

Shen Ling took the pen with a smile, her eyes fell back to the white paper, and her aura changed accordingly.

"When writing calligraphy and painting, you can't just look at the shape, the rhyme is the key point. Just watch me demonstrate. How much you can understand, how much you can understand."

After finishing speaking, Shen Ling stopped talking and focused entirely on her writing.

With a pen and a sketch, the prototype of a street view will appear.

At the same time, Jiang Yuehan felt a blur in front of his eyes, and his whole body appeared in a space.

The space is pure white, nothing can be seen, but there is a burst of vitality, which makes people feel refreshed physically and mentally.

Afterwards, a long street slowly appeared, followed by houses, shops, and gradually, carriages, horses, and pedestrians. A street scene appeared in Jiang Yuehan's eyes from scratch.

He seemed to be in a busy city, becoming one of the many pedestrians.

He walked forward, gradually indulging in it.

In such a lively world, why not stay here forever.From now on, be a guest in the world of mortals, happy and happy?

Jiang Yuehan thought so.

But suddenly, a voice appeared in the ear.

"But, do you understand?"

The scene in front of him suddenly became blurred, Jiang Yuehan was in a trance, and found himself back in the shop again.

He looked down.

Shen Ling's pen is exactly the street scene he was in just now.

Suddenly, Jiang Yuehan understood.

What the master taught him was not painting, but a process of creation from scratch.

As soon as this thought appeared, Jiang Yuehan felt dizzy in his mind.

There are countless information that have been stuffed into the mind.

At a glance, this is a method of practice, how to use spiritual power to paint, how to... create.

Shen Ling couldn't wait for a response, so she turned to look at Jiang Yuehan.

I saw him staring at the painting under his hand, his eyeballs did not move.

Shen Ling was so amused that she raised the pen holder and tapped it on his forehead.

"Back to God!"

Jiang Yuehan came to his senses, bent down immediately, and bowed to Shen Ling.

"I see, Master!"

"It's good to understand. For things like calligraphy and painting, you need to practice hard before you can get ahead, and you can't stop every day. Just go to practice. If you don't understand, come ask your teacher!"

"Yes, Master!"

Jiang Yuehan replied obediently, and Shen Ling suddenly felt relieved.

Who doesn't like this kind of good boy?
Seeing Jiang Yuehan spread out the white paper again, she planned to practice Shen Ling, so she walked away quietly.

It was not until the afternoon that Shen Ling came back.

Move to the side and take a look.

On a piece of paper, there are only three long and short lines written horizontally and vertically.

Shen Ling was silent for a moment, looking at her "good" apprentice.

"Apprentice, are you kidding me?"

Jiang Yuehan withdrew his thoughts from the paper, with a look of shame on his face.

"I'm sorry, master."

It was because his comprehension was too low, and it took him two full hours to step into the door of cultivation with the help of exercises, which is really too bad.

"Forget it." Shen Ling waved her hand, "I packed up my things, let's go back and come back tomorrow."

"...good master."

(End of this chapter)