You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 315 Isn’t this “forcing a good person to become a teacher”

Until the afternoon, Chai Jin was still kneeling outside the courtyard gate.

Bai Wan was calm and looked solemn.

He closed the door, picked up his brush and started practicing his six subjects. One could only choose to ignore his behavior.

Chai Jin's gaze changed from firmness at the beginning, to confusion in silence, and finally to incomprehension.

He knew that the other party had recognized his talent, and it shouldn't be so difficult to change from a silversmith to a painter.

Kneeling on the sand and stones was a masochistic act, with bruises and wounds on the knees, taking a gamble on a possibility in the pain.

Unconsciously, three hours had passed...

Bai Wan didn't even open the door.

He still vividly remembers how he was taken in, raised and taught painting by Li Simeng.

If you don’t look or hear anything, the world will be at peace.

thump - thump - thump

There was a crisp knock on the door.

Bai Wan was a little impatient: "I said, I don't accept disciples! Don't knock on the door!"

Someone put both hands on the door frame and quietly opened it.

Very light and slow.

The man sighed softly, and said in a faint voice:

"All diseases originate from anger, and anger harms the body."

Ling Shumo stared at his tightly furrowed brows and smoothed them out: "You're so angry, it's not good for your health..."

"I……"

When Bai Wan saw that the person was Zi Chen, his anger immediately subsided, and his gentle voice mostly dissipated his anger.

He placed his hands on her waist and trembled.

"It's not good, but I couldn't control myself just now. I wasn't mean to be mean to you."

"I know--"

Ling Shumo rubbed his shoulders and slowly shifted his gaze to the person kneeling outside the window.

"You're not wrong. You've already saved someone, and by not pursuing the counterfeit, you've given them a way out and didn't want to encourage them to go even further."

When he came back from the hall, he saw him kneeling. He knew at a glance what Shu Xiu Liu Li was going to do, and he guessed that A Bai would not agree.

Huang Teng even offered his position as the head of the Black Wind Village, but still failed to impress him.

It was like wind blowing leaves through his body and hair, roaring and sweeping across the sky...

Wei Tianhou's property has been confiscated, he is under house arrest and may be beheaded at any time. Many of his previous cases have been treated as false charges.

Chai Jin's file was like an abandoned case, and he should have lived a life far away.

No one has to bear all his burdens.

Bai Wan stood up and stood in front of the window with Ling Shumo, and confessed:

"He has no idea what a teacher's responsibility is, let alone why he paints."

Being a teacher is not just a title, but a person is responsible for a person's life.

Teaching and imparting knowledge, and guiding people towards a bright future are the great virtues of cultivating people.

It is a more important role than that of parents and cannot be responded to casually.

What's more, Bai Wan himself is a traitor who killed his master.

It is absolutely impossible to accept a disciple!

Ling Shumo remained calm and just brought food from the pot, using the food to calm the man opposite him.

At this time, Chai Jin was still kneeling.

After the sun went down, he probably lost his confidence after kneeling for a long time. After finding that no one paid attention to him for a long time, he actually started to recite loudly.

Chai Jin stood up, bowed, raised his long sleeves as a gesture of greeting, and kowtowed.

"I, Chai Jin, have received your life-saving grace and have voluntarily paid tuition to become your disciple and learn the art. I shall be diligent and hope that you will support me!"

"We, the students seeking the path of painting, wish to receive guidance from our mentor and pass on our virtues and art!"

"I……"

The sound became louder and louder, more resounding.

The whole valley was quiet and the forest paths seemed to echo with the man's voice.

Someone who heard this was extremely depressed, even going crazy!

At this time, all the villagers who are busy with farming go home to cook.

What will happen if he keeps yelling like this?

Bai Wan was so annoyed after hearing this that he couldn't even eat the rice in his bowl.

Isn’t this “forcing a good person to become a teacher”?

He felt upset when he thought of the unbearable title of "Master" and the responsibility he could not bear.

"Look! He's kneeling down like this, and still yelling. Isn't he a scoundrel?"

Who are you kneeling and screaming for?!

Ling Shumo smiled and jokingly said, "As for being a scoundrel, he's probably not as good as someone else."

"Not as good as someone?"

Bai Wan seemed to be furious and glared at the other party fiercely, almost treating him as a sieve.

But suddenly, there was a light in his eyes, as if something touched his heart.

He immediately shouted with a playful smile: "Zi Chen~"

The voice was particularly trembling, giving people goosebumps.

Ling Shumo swallowed hard, he knew that whenever someone spoke at this time, it meant he was trying to trick someone.

This was the case with all the wealthy and powerful people who had paid high prices for “commercial paintings” before.

"Isn't your private school's May field holiday coming soon? The students are all busy with farming, so you'll have some free time."

"Um-- "

Now, Bai Wan tugged at her collar, rolled up her sleeves and spoke arrogantly:

"I want him to know how wrong it is to take someone else as your master!"

The person outside the window couldn't see the expression of the person inside the door at all, and just took the other person's previous self-deprecation as a joke.

However, Bai Wan is a scoundrel at heart, and it is simply a waste of time to try to compare who is more of a scoundrel than him.

He glanced out the window and saw that Chai Jin looked very determined at this moment, and encouraged himself with the encouraging voice.

I have to admit that this young man is quite shameless.

"Little Brother Chai, be quiet! You're going to wake up the owls in the mountains."

In the light and shadow of the window, the white peas flickered and looked majestic, looking quite otherworldly.

"Wait at the door tomorrow at noon. Whether you can become my disciple depends on luck."

Chai Jin then stopped talking and stopped.

That night.

Someone immediately copied down several unknown entries in the booklet and handed it to Ling Shumo thoughtfully.

While writing, his eyes were serious and fierce.

Ling Shumo sighed inwardly, "It's really hard to get the painting master Han Miaoran to accept me as a disciple!"

It’s really pitiful how wicked the people in the world are.