You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 316 I'm going to starve to death (thanks to my friend Jingzhigua)

Day two.

Just as the day was getting light, someone woke up from a deep sleep inside the courtyard wall and walked out on tiptoe.

"This kid ran away overnight?" He lowered his voice slightly.

"There are no students!" Chai Jin appeared behind him like a ghost.

Bai Wan shuddered and took a step back in fright.

Ling Shumo behind him quickly supported the person and held him.

We agreed to wait at Chenshi, but I didn't expect Chai Jin to wait at Maoshi, and it's even possible that he didn't leave all night.

Bai Wan chuckled contemptuously: "Getting up early is nothing. You can live with us for one day today. If you can do it, I will consider taking you as my disciple."

Hearing that there was hope, Chai Jin responded happily:

"Then I'll have to trouble the 'Mo Ran Shuangjie' for your guidance."

"Okay, let's go!"

In the early morning, the sky was just getting light.

The bright red sun had just risen, and the entire mountain range still stretched out in a dark manner.

Chai Jin just followed Bai Wan and Ling Shumo into the mountains foolishly, occasionally hearing the chirping of birds or the whistling of the wind.

My feet rustled on the ground, and I really was walking on a mountain road...

Keep walking...

Bai Wan was not in good health to begin with, so every once in a while he would take a small round stool and sit down to rest.

Ling Shumo handed over a water bag and accompanied him.

On the other hand, Chai Jin had nothing on his side, so he could only sit on the stone next to him, which was very uncomfortable.

A scoundrel waved a water bag in front of him and asked, "Want a drink?"

“…” Chai Jin looked at it cautiously.

"No! It's mine!" Bai Wan immediately took the bag, stuffed the cork in it and handed it back to Ling Shumo.

He even pointed to the small river nearby and said inhumanely, "There's a river over there. You can go and have a drink."

Scoundrel——

Chai Jin seemed to be hesitant to speak, looking embarrassed.

However, he felt that he was already asking for more, so he kept his mouth shut.

I don’t know how many hours I walked until the whole mountain was dyed red and lit up.

When the three of them reached the top of a mountain, they finally stopped.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet.

Chai Jin looked up and saw an octagonal pavilion in the middle of the mountain top, which was beautiful and elegant.

The other two had left at some point and placed the four treasures of the study on the table in the pavilion.

In particular, Bai Wan's half-smile, sarcastic and playful look as he held the pen made people feel a chill in their hearts.

That would have been fine, but he also solemnly raised his brush and gestured, "This place is called 'Liuxian Pavilion'. Zichen and I often paint here. It's a place where we feel relaxed and happy, and it's a good place to leave our paintings. You..."

"Master Han is going to teach me how to paint?" Chai Jin was full of surprise.

"No! No! No!"

Bai Wan shook his head cunningly.

He pretended to be deep and looked at the other person intently. "I will only accept you if I ask you to paint a picture of the Xuanli army breaking through the city and the people welcoming them with tribute. Will you paint it?"

His face was as gloomy as water, and he seemed to not understand why such a condition was proposed.

Chai Jin looked at the other person and said hesitantly: "No."

I always feel like asking this question is a trap...

"If you don't draw, I won't accept you!"

Chai Jin was feeling uneasy and swallowed his saliva lightly: "If I must draw this kind of content, then... then... but..."

There seemed to be a knot of pain in my chest that was neither going up nor down.

People immediately felt a little breathless.

Sure enough, sometimes I am still a child!

Bai Wan closed his eyes and thought for a long time before opening them. He patted his back and said, "It's just a joke. I won't let you draw that kind of thing."

As he said this, he smiled playfully:

"Come, we just passed by the river and saw two mallards while we were resting. Draw them."

Mallard?

What is Mallard?

At this moment, Chai Jin's only feeling was confusion and helplessness.

He stood there for no apparent reason, like a wooden stake.

All he did along the way was follow Bai Wan and Ling Shumo and didn't pay attention to anything else.

He didn't even notice the river he passed by.

Not really, Bai Wan seemed to mention it.

Chai Jin gasped! He had no choice but to bite the bullet and pick up the brush to paint.

He spread out the rice paper on the stone table and began to write reluctantly.

He had no choice but to rely on his past experience and sketched the duck's back, its small vermilion paws, the female's tail feathers curled like rings, and the male's tail feathers brown and reddish.

Meticulously outlined, every detail is meticulous.

The other two people watched from a distance, frowning quietly.

Bai Wan looked at him angrily and nudged the person next to him with his elbow: "Zi Chen, what do you think?"

Ling Shumo said calmly, "Painting requires some basic skills. The brushwork is informal and unrestricted, without being honed by fixed techniques. People have talent, but they lack two things..."

Bai Wan coughed and said, "Two things are missing, and they are the most important."

The two couldn't help but shook their heads with some regret.

On this side, Chai Jin gradually breathed a sigh of relief after finishing the painting "Shred Duck".

In terms of painting skills, he has tried his best to imitate Han Miaoran's previous painting style, and has put his best efforts in almost every feature.

For example, Han Miaoran painted with his left hand, moving from right to left. He excelled at simplification through splashing ink, and so he painted that way.

When the painting was finished, it didn't look bad overall. On the contrary, it was the best brushwork he had done since he started painting silently.

Chai Jin excitedly picked up the painting and was about to show it to his mentor, but was pushed back on the table.

"Are you sure you're done?"

Chai Jin hesitated: "Is the painting finished...right?"

He wasn't sure.

Bai Wanduan stood in front of it, watching the painting come alive in the sunlight.

He lifted the pen slightly with his fingertips and wrote two bright red words "Bu Tong" at the end of the signature.

Not being able to do this means “not being able to do it”, you have not passed!

After being criticized by the Painting Master with these two words, Chai Jin was so ashamed and angry that he wanted to hang himself.

"I... I can draw another one..."

He almost pleaded.

"No! No!" Bai Wan waved his hands and said with a smile, "You must be hungry. Let's eat first."

Although they said they were going to eat, they actually brought the pots and bowls to the mountain.

Chai Jin looked carefully, but there was nothing.

Where's the food?

The guys who were eating had everything they needed except food.

This time, Bai Wan smiled directly and said, "There are edible wild vegetables nearby, pick them yourself. There are also edible insects, catch them yourself!"

Ling Shumo could only smile helplessly after hearing this.

Anyway, he knew what Bai Wan wanted to do, so he just went along with the fun even though he was hungry, and still looked relaxed and calm.

Chai Jin blurted out: "But I haven't learned it, I don't know it!"

Bai Wan smiled and said, "Then just pick someone you know."

It’s a deliberate attempt to make things difficult!

Little Brother Chai suddenly felt his eyes were tired, and he could not distinguish the weeds and vegetables in his hands, as they were yellow and green.

The repeated frustrations made him feel sad.

Bai Wan watched as two hours passed and most of the wild vegetables the child found were inedible, let alone catching insects.

He quickly snatched it away: "As a painter, you should at least understand the various aspects of the world."

He muttered to himself and pulled them out one by one.

"You can't eat this, and you can't eat this..."

"Throw it away! Throw it away! I'll just starve to death!"