The new painter in Wuzhen has always been very mysterious.

He has been living in Wuzhen for half a month, but still no one knows what his name is, so he has to simply call him a painter.

This suave painter has made quite a splash in the town.

First of all, of course, because his paintings have been evaluated by the mayor and many stewards as having a huge charm, as long as this charm is understood thoroughly, it is of great benefit to the martial arts, and the painter's gestures and words also have a lot of deep meaning and wisdom.

There are many stewards in Wuzhen who are used to seeing the indifference of the painter, and want to embarrass the painter, but they are all stopped by the mayor Gu Yuan, and in half a month, the mayor often comes to visit the painter in person, and the prestigious stewards in Wuzhen have some understanding after talking with the painter several times, and they also respect the painter.

This makes the painter's status in the town a little special.

Secondly, it is the handsomeness of the painter, and the light temperament, so that the big girls and little daughters-in-law in Wuzhen are quite admired, those young women who have married into the family will always discuss some topics of painters in their spare time, but the painter is very mysterious, and the contact with people is also point-to-point, so there is not much to say, plus these young women still have to keep the women's way, and they dare not say too much.

In contrast, those big girls don't have so many taboos.

Yuanqi martial arts are all in the world, women are heroes, and the same is true for Wuzhen, not so conservative, and the young women are even more chivalrous, headed by Gu Qing.

Therefore, the big girl in Wuzhen will always blatantly go to the painter's house to visit, sometimes ask for painting, sometimes gossip about enlightenment, the reason always seems to be very legitimate, but every girl has a expression on her face.

This is the second small wave set off by the painter.

Because of these reasons, the half-grown children in Wuzhen are a little unaccustomed to the painter, but with the mayor and many stewards in front, they don't dare to mess around, so they can only endure it, and although these half-grown young people are not used to looking at the painter, they also want to ask for painting, and if they ask for others, they must be polite.

Before, Lei Li, the head of the Lei family, had a bad attitude towards painting, and the painter said that he was not allowed to ask for another painting, although Lei Li was angry, but the mayor scolded him, and Lei Li really didn't dare to appear in front of the painter again.

The love-hate attitude is the third small wave set off by the painter.

In the end, it was the painter who accepted a disciple.

Meng Fan.

The painter went to see Meng's mother, and was very respectful to Meng's mother, bowing down to give a salute, this respectful appearance, no one in Wuzhen had ever seen it, Meng's mother was also a little at a loss, and wanted to entertain the painter, but the family was poor, so she could only borrow a few taels of tea from the neighborhood, but the painter drank it but was also very happy, and kept talking and laughing with Meng's mother, which also made the small cabin in the corner more cheerful and laughing.

After that, the painter took Meng Fan to his residence and began to teach him to paint.

After the painter officially accepted Meng Fan and Meng Fan kowtowed to the teacher, the painter said something to Meng Fan, and Gu Xin'er and some people from Wuzhen were watching from the side, which was a witness.

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

"I ...... I don't want to. ”

"Then don't practice. ”

This is the first statement.

Many young people in Wuzhen, especially Gu Xin'er, were very surprised, Meng Fan, who used to practice harder than anyone else, didn't know how he had become another person in a few days, these were okay, but when they heard Meng Fan say that they didn't want to practice martial arts, they still couldn't believe it.

And the painter's answer was even more simple, if you don't want to practice martial arts, you won't practice.

"In the future, learn to paint with me, travel in the mountains and rivers, draw some flowers and birds, and paint some beautiful things, which is also very good, which is not a plaything. ”

"Good...... Yes, Master. ”

"Hmm. Remember, from now on, no one but your parents should bow down, not even the heavens, not even the earth. ”

"But...... Master, I kneel to you. ”

"You kneel to me, not kneel. ”

The steward of Wuzhen said that the painter's last words were of great wisdom.

But what kind of great wisdom it is, these stewards can't tell.

It's like a person saying a word that everyone has never heard of, and everyone says "oh", pretending to suddenly understand, but in fact, no one understands, but they are embarrassed to say it clearly, for fear of being looked down upon.

Since then, the artist has taken Meng Fan into the woods around Wuzhen.

The forests around Wuzhen are not allowed to step into casually, but the mayor Gu Yuan said that the painter is not from Wuzhen, and the rules of Wuzhen cannot control him.

So the painter took Meng Fan in.

This made many people in Wuzhen chew their tongues secretly, saying that the painter is an ordinary person, and he has no martial arts at all, Meng Fan is a waste, and there are so many fierce beasts in the woods of Wuzhen, they have to die in it!

Meng's mother was also nervous.

But no one knows why Meng Mu agreed.

Even Meng Mu herself didn't know.

After talking to the painter, her heart became very warm and full of security, and she always felt that everything was relieved that the artist was there.

The painter took Meng Fan, carrying some paper and pen and ink, into the forest, along the way, Meng Fan was also very afraid, but for some reason, after walking for two or three days, he drank spring water when he was thirsty, and ate some coconut fruit when he was hungry.

For two or three days along the way, Meng Fan did not learn to paint with the painter, but he learned how to extract the paint from the sap in the bark of those trees, as well as the powder made from berries and stones, which made Meng Fan very strange.

But he was also very curious, the painter spent two or three days extracting raw materials, and his bag was full of paints, but he never painted, Meng Fan was curious, what the painter wanted to paint, but he didn't dare to ask.

In the early morning of this day, the painter took Meng Fan to climb a peak.

From the peak, Wuzhen is no longer visible, only the mountains and mountains, and the dense jungle, and the birds flying in the clouds above the jungle.

The painter put down his bags and painting tools, put his hands on his waist, looked into the distance, took a deep breath, and a smile appeared on his face for some reason, and there was a faint peace.

Meng Fan followed behind the painter and looked into the distance with him, and all of a sudden, his heart was also a vast sky.

"Let's start drawing. The painter said.

Meng Fan was stunned: "Master, what are you painting?"

"Draw whatever you want, draw whatever you want. ”

"That'...... Shall I draw that tree?"

"Good. ”

So Meng Fan began to paint trees.

For the next few days, it was the same way.

Meng Fan painted, the painter watched from the sidelines, never made comments, after painting a painting, often more than half a day has passed, Meng Fan's painting is crooked, very unsightly, but the painter is still smiling, as encouragement, and then the master and apprentice will carry their bags and continue to walk to the next mountain.

Draw a picture, cross a mountain, sleep in the forest at night, and never see any beasts, as if the beasts in the whole mountain have disappeared.

It's been more than twenty days.

Meng Fan fell in love with painting.

The things he paints are getting better and better.

Sometimes it's a landscape, sometimes it's just a stone, completely casual.

On this day, Meng Fan really didn't know what else to draw, so after thinking for a while, he picked up his pen and drew one eye first.

A very gentle eye.

"What is this?" asked the artist about Meng Fan's paintings for the first time in more than 20 days.

"I'm going to draw Gu Xin'er, Master. Meng Fan replied cautiously.

"Well, good. ”

The painter nodded, and lay down on a piece of grass, watching the clouds roll in the sky, and said no more words as always.