You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 297 Master tells you to get out

East of the city, Guizhai.

It was raining heavily and the sky was filled with white fog.

It had started raining when Ling Shumo and Bai Wan arrived at the east of the city.

Fortunately, they arrived in time and were right here, so the two of them found someone to shelter from the rain at the same time.

This shop has no owner, only a kid of eight or nine years old looking after the shop.

Moreover, the person sat in the corner and ignored them, so Bai Wan and Ling Shumo could only look around by themselves.

It was exactly as expected. All the paintings in this studio were mediocre, but there was one scroll that was very similar to his own style.

This……

Isn't it a coincidence?

Bai Wan went straight forward and asked, "Who painted this picture?"

The landscape painting is bold and lively, with lines as imaginative as the sky. Although it is not as good as mine, it can still make people admire it.

He thought his smile was gentle and appropriate, and his questions were restrained.

When the little boy saw him, he thought he was a poor scholar and frowned:

"You know how to look at it. This is Han Miaoran's painting!"

Not surprised at all, the expressions of the two people opposite seemed to understand and be amused.

"Hehehe!" Bai Wan turned around with interest and looked at the young man's expression from beginning to end.

"I really don't know."

"Humph!" The little boy raised his eyebrows. "When it comes to painting, Han Miaoran is the only one in the world who can compare with me. He would rather die than surrender to Xuanli, and let the heavens hear his words with his brush."

He spoke with confidence and determination.

Bai Wan's expression became more subtle: "How do you know this painting was painted by Han Miaoran?"

Although this painting imitates his own to some extent, an expert should not be unable to recognize it at all.

The little boy raised his voice and said, "How could I not know? Painter Han Miaoran is my master and the owner of this shop!"

The tone was so lazy and confident that the two people opposite could not help but stare in amazement.

Ling Shumo smiled calmly: "I don't know when he opened a painting studio and accepted apprentices."

This look was cast towards the person next to him, and he was really watching with great interest.

Bai Wan suddenly recalled the time when he was a gangster and cheated people, selling fake paintings and lying.

He saw from the expression of the child in front of him that it was far from possible that he was lying, which showed that he himself believed in this matter.

It seems like he's really good at cheating, which is admirable!

"I really want to meet this painter." Bai Wan coughed lightly, "I want to admire his paintings."

"Humph!" said the little boy, "My master has gone to Wei Tianhou's mansion to paint. I don't know when he will be back. You can't just see him whenever you want."

Bai Wan, however, sat down on the wooden chair next to him without any hesitation, picked up the teacup and took a sip as if he knew the person well.

"It's okay. We came here specially to visit you. We can wait as long as it takes."

Ling Shumo bowed to the little boy and sat beside him.

The rain is still falling outside.

Many people also came here to take shelter from the rain. They only saw two young men with a scholarly air sitting there.

When these two people looked at the paintings, their temperament and elegance were very different from those of others.

One hour, two hours...

However, the two men still sat on their chairs, waiting leisurely.

Until the hour of Hai.

A carriage stopped and a man in a white shirt and a square scarf on his head stepped out.

This man's face could barely be called handsome, but his eyes were extremely narrow and a little cold.

He just bowed to the carriage leisurely:

"Thank you, Madam Hou. This painting will be completed in another day."

After that, the man stood still for a moment and could tell at a glance that there was a stranger in the studio.

Because Ling Shumo and Bai Wan had already reached a tacit understanding, no one said a word.

"Master!" The little boy immediately ran forward, "These two heard of your reputation, so they waited here. They have already..."

The tone was a bit puzzled.

"It's been three hours..."

Bai Wan put down a small sketch he had just drawn and walked straight forward to bow.

"Brother!"

Looking at the smiling face in front of him, the man felt uncomfortable and had a mixed feeling of indescribable emotion.

"You two are here to ask for paintings, right? The fee for a large painting is 60 taels, for a medium painting is 40 taels, and for a small painting is 20 taels. The fan is 100 taels!"

The lion opens his mouth!

Bai Wan laughed when she heard it.

Being able to calculate money in this way is really what I want.

After all, I have painted fake paintings before, and it is normal for folk painters to occasionally go too far in order to make a living.

Bai Wan said, "This little boy said you are 'Han Miaoran', so I came here because of your reputation."

The man saw the sample he left on the table and sneered:

"It seems like you guys want to become my apprentice? Let me take a look at your paintings."

This……

Bai Wan and Ling Shumo did not try to stop him. They just saw the man pick it up with one hand.

This small picture was just sketched casually while waiting for someone, but it is already 80% good quality and not something that ordinary people can do.

However, the man who called himself "Han Miaoran" took a quick glance and said sarcastically:

"what is this?"

"what is this!"

I never expected this kind of evaluation.

Bai Wan was stunned and thought to himself: This person may not be a good painter.

"This was also made when I was a lowly person just now. Time was short, so it is indeed a little inadequate."

Bai Wan was sure that he was in a very good mood at the moment.

If I hadn’t fought back before!

The person on the other side felt inexplicably upset when he saw his calm face.

In an instant, he tore the little thing off and ripped it into pieces!

"You are imitating my paintings so poorly. You are not suitable to be a painter, and I can't accept you. You should change your profession."

Bai Wan bent down to pick up the fragments of the sample. He was reluctant to throw away even though it was a waste painting.

When Ling Shumo heard this, a sharp, cold light flashed in his eyes.

A few days ago, he and Bai Wan thought that this person was quite talented, and if he was impersonating out of necessity, they would not care.

But now...

The painting is okay, but the quality is worrying!

Even if you are a senior, you should not arbitrarily belittle or damage other people's paintings.

What's more, this name was originally stolen.

Ling Shumo said sternly,

"Everyone says that the 'Mo Ran Duo' are inseparable. Since you call yourself 'Han Miao Ran', where is Ling Shumo?"

It was a questioning tone and his eyes were sharp.

When the man heard this, his face turned blue, a terrifyingly pale blue!

"It seems that you are not here to buy paintings, nor to become my disciple. Instead, you are here to cause trouble!"

The man waved his hand, picked up the broom at the door and started to chase people away.

He seemed to be furious: "Get out of here!"

The kid next to him also picked up a bench and started smashing it at the guy.

"Master told you to get out! Get out!"