"Don't worry, I'm not your father. Don't kneel down to me. I can't bear it," Wang Busheng shouted.
"No, I am a disciple, so kneeling down seems more formal," Zhu Wuyu explained.
Wang Busheng looked at Zhu Wuyi with disgust. His face was pale and beardless. When he was eating just now, there was no elegance at all. He couldn't lift it with his hands or carry it on his shoulders. He couldn't distinguish between the four limbs and the five grains. At first glance, he looked like a waste. Such a person It's not appropriate to be his apprentice. It doesn't match his image as a male protagonist, and he doesn't want to raise a loser.
Wang Bushi was decisive and without any hesitation: "No, no, I can't agree."
"Master, just promise me. My family is rich, and I will honor you well." Zhu Wuyu continued to persuade, and began to induce and make wishes.
I am a seven-foot tall man who stands tall and tall. I am worthy of the sky above and worthy of the common people below. I can reach up to the sky to embrace the moon, and below I can catch turtles from the five oceans. People call me a young man who can bully the king and live forever. There is nothing in my body from the tips of my toes to the strands of my hair. How could the noble quality that never exudes be bribed by that copper-smelling thing, let alone the promised pie? Come on, my king will not look down on me. I am a lotus, I am a Clivia. I am unsullied from the silt, and I wash my face with clear ripples. Not a demon, that is my excellent quality. If you refuse, you must refuse.
"Tch, Xiao Zhu, what do you think I am? What kind of person am I, Wang Busheng? I have some money too." Wang Busui wanted to take out the money and show it to this kid who had never seen the world, but suddenly thought of his own... Several banknotes, including the ones soaked in water, were all searched by Sun Ergou, that disgusting beast. Wang Bu's death was a burst of heartache.
Seeing that the king refused to die, Zhu Wuyi seemed very at a loss. Faced with his promise, he was indifferent. Master Guo was indeed a master and was not tempted by money. This noble quality was not possessed by even the elders in the court. Wang Busui's charisma once again attracted Zhu Wuyi, which further strengthened his belief in becoming a master. He said with a sweet heart: "Master, just accept me. I can do many things for you."
Wang Busheng looked at Zhu Wu with disgust, "What can you do?"
"Well" Zhu Wuyu thought for a long time. He didn't know how to wash and cook. He wanted to fight for his master. The master was better than him, so he didn't need it. He was willing to warm the bed, but his master must not be willing either. He never thought that he would be so useless. Suddenly, Zhu Wuji thought of something and said happily: "I can give the meat in the next box lunch to the master."
Well, under such conditions, the temptation of pork is still greater than that of silver. In terms of comprehensive benefits, even if you accept this kid, from the current point of view, you will not suffer a loss. The key is that you also want to eat meat. The worst case scenario is that they will be kicked out of the door in the future. So Wang Bushit nodded and said reluctantly: "Okay, seeing that you are sincere and understand filial piety, I will accept you." As if he was afraid that Zhu Wuyi would misunderstand, Wang Bushit went on to explain: "I accepted you because I saw that you have a plump heaven, good bones, and are a good candidate for martial arts training. I did not accept you because of your piece of pork."
Upon hearing this, Zhu Wuyi was still happy. He was still very talented. He thanked him hurriedly and hit his head on the ground with a gurgling sound. "Thank you, master. Thank you, master. I understand. In ancient times, there were people who would not bow down for a five-meter bucket. Today, there are masters who would not." "You want to recruit disciples if you are fond of meat."
Hearing that voice, Wang Busui's heart palpitated. This kid wouldn't knock himself silly. He hurriedly stopped him and said, "Stop knocking yourself silly. I won't support you if you knock yourself silly."
"Yes, yes, thank you, Master"
"You get up first." Wang BuShu sat on the bed and took a mouthful of rice. Thinking of the piece of pork, Wang BuShu felt heartache. But now that he is his master, that is, his father, it is okay to pamper his son properly. He treats that piece of meat as a gift for his son to eat, and then said: "Don't be happy now. Since you have come to worship me, Just follow the rules.”
"Yes, yes, what Master said is that all famous sects will have various mountain rules and sect rules. Disciple, I understand this." Zhu Wuyu stood up and stood next to Wang Busheng. He was very happy and answered respectfully. More It's a wish-fulfillment surprise.
"The rules of my sect are very simple, that is, you must listen to the master at all times. If the master tells you to go east, you cannot go west. If the master tells you to chase the dog, you cannot chase the chicken. You understand." Wang Bushi said earnestly, first of all, set the rules so that this kid would not be disobedient in the future.
"Yes, I know. Don't worry, Master, I will definitely listen to you. If you ask me to pee, even if there is poop, I will hold it back." Zhu Wuyu swore the promise.
"There's no need to do that. It will hurt if you hold it back."
"Well, master cares about the disciple's health, and the disciple is very grateful. Master, what are the rules of my sect? Please tell me more, so that the disciple will not realize it if he makes a mistake in the future."
Zhu Wuju continued to ask
Wang Busui waved his hand, "There are not so many rules. In ancient times, those sects that relied on various rules to restrain their disciples were like wives who relied on pregnancy to tie up men. They would not last long."
Zhu Wuyu seemed to have thought of something, and he said sympathetically, "Master is really good, and he hit the nail on the head. Master, I wonder what sect we are? The disciples can claim their names even if they are bullied in the future,"
"I am learning martial arts for the common people in the world. Why care about those false names? It doesn't matter what sect you are. You know, remember, just listen to the master." I don't know what sect I am, so how can I tell that boy.
"Master's words make sense." Zhu Wuyi was very satisfied after his apprenticeship was successful, especially since his master's character was still so noble. So he pointed to the wall where he had just painted and asked: "Master, what do you think of my painting?"
Wang Bushi raised his eyes and saw from the outline of the lines that it should be an animal. He nodded and said, "Well, the dog I drew is good, lifelike and just like the real thing."
Zhu Wuyu felt that his face was being pressed to the ground by the master and sparks were generated from the friction. His head was covered with black lines, "Master, that's a tiger I drew."
"Hahaha." Wang Busui could only hide his embarrassment with laughter. If he looked carefully, he still looked a bit like a tiger. He then said: "Master did it on purpose. How could I not tell whether it is a dog or a tiger? You kid?" There is no humor at all, life is really boring.”
Well, okay, you are the master and you have the final say. After regaining his mood, Zhu Wuju continued to ask: "Master, what do you think of my tiger?"
If it were a movie about Japanese pirates, Wang Busui would still be able to comment and point out the advantages and disadvantages of various movements. But if it were a toy of a cultural person like painting, Wang Busui still wouldn't understand it very well. He just faced his apprentice, He had to say a few words no matter what, pretending that he knew everything and had the ability to know everything. After all, it was important to be a master. Wang Busheng looked at it carefully.
This is a picture of a tiger descending a mountain. Behind it is a mountain with overgrown weeds. The tiger is lying on a raised boulder and looking down the mountain. It looks like a well-fed single dog sitting on the street looking at beautiful women. It looks very real. Lazy.
As the king of the deep forest and the overlord of one side, the tiger possesses a domineering aura that tests all things in the forest like grass and grass.
But in the eyes of this tiger, Wang Busheng couldn't see any domineering power. The tiger should be like a child of seventeen or eighteen years old, full of vitality, while this tiger is like an old man in his twilight years, exuding endless death energy.
Wang Bushi thought of the reason, so he looked back at Zhu Wuyi's face, which looked like he wanted to be affirmed, and said: "Xiao Zhu, as a master, I still hope that you can make progress, and I don't want to dampen your enthusiasm, but this painting still has many shortcomings." .
Zhu Wuyi was like a naughty boy who just got a little red flower and wanted to be praised by his parents. He never thought that the master was going to criticize and educate him. He was still a little disappointed in his heart. However, big criticism makes big progress, small criticism makes small progress, and no criticism If he doesn't make progress, his tiger painting has reached a bottleneck and it will be difficult to make further progress. Maybe his master can help him solve this problem. Zhu Wuyi also plans to accept his master's criticism.
"Please give me some guidance from Master"
"First of all, the first point is the origin of your tiger. If Master guessed correctly, he saw it in the zoo." Wang Busheng said
Zhu Wuyi nodded and was very excited. As expected of the master, Master could see it at a glance and said hurriedly: "Master, you are right, it is a zoo. There are many tigers in my backyard." Damn it, think of a tiger as a pet. You have to know that tigers eat meat. My apprentice is also an invisible rich man. I have found a treasure and should be rich for the rest of my life. Should I save some face and praise Xiao Zhu?
No, you can't do that. My own character as a master does not allow me to do this.
So he pulled Zhu Wuyu to sit down, with a slight smile on his face, and said: "Xiao Zhu, the tiger is the king of beasts. It is powerful and strong, and has the aura of a king. If it is imprisoned in a zoo, the tiger can still be Is it a real tiger? A tiger is a tiger when it goes deep into the mountains. It’s like a master of tiger painting in ancient times. In order to paint a tiger well, he observed it in the deep mountains and old forests for a long time, eating and sleeping with the tiger before finally painting it. The essence of tiger”.
Zhu Wuyi suddenly realized when he heard this. Just like Mo Yan and Zhou Gu, the tiger they painted was exactly the same as the real one. No wonder he always felt that the tiger he painted was very beautiful, but there was always something missing. It turned out to be the domineering nature of the tiger itself. , the tiger was imprisoned as an animal and became an ornamental pet. It did not have to find food by itself. The staff prepared the food for it. How could the tiger still be domineering and kingly?
Looking at Zhu Wuyu's face, he saw that there was not much trouble. He should be able to continue to withstand his own critical blows. Wang Busheng continued: "Also, tigers are predators and naturally hunt for prey. How about you?" There is a little white rabbit under the tiger's paw. Have you ever seen a little white rabbit in the deep forest, so I think what you drew is not a tiger, but a yellow dog."
Zhu Wuyao looked ashamed, and was still hit hard. Naturally, there were not so many hares to feed in the zoo, and the domestic rabbits and chickens were used as food for the tigers.
Seeing that Zhu Wuyi did not collapse, Wang Busui was still very relieved. His apprentice was still very good. He did not seek death and was tired of life. He had a strong ability to withstand pressure. It was not easy for him to be so devalued and still live strong.
Then Wang Busheng continued: "I think it is very inappropriate for this tiger to sit there quietly. The mountains behind him are still, and the trees are still. When painting, you must know how to combine movement and stillness, and absorb the spiritual energy between heaven and earth. , this kind of painting can be lively. If you draw the withered grass on the ground into a curved shape, and turn the sitting tiger into a running hooves with its four hooves spread out, with a prey escaping in embarrassment in front of it, will the effect be better? Quite a few."
After hearing this, Zhu Wuji suddenly became enlightened and suddenly realized, he said happily: "Master's martial arts is so high, I didn't expect to know about painting. My disciple admires it."
Jumped out of bed, ran to the wall, picked up a stone and started drawing again.
Seeing the calligraphy treasures left by the predecessors on the surrounding walls, so-and-so came here for a visit. This person should have come here to experience life in his youthful years. So-and-so became a good man again after eighteen years. This person There is no doubt that grass has grown on the grave. There is another one, it says Er Niang, raise our children, if you dare to remarry, I will kill your whole family, well, this one should be a strong defender of marriage, but is the Er Niang mentioned in question the same as She is somewhat related to the black shop proprietress, or maybe Sun Siniang from Wuhu Village. I have to say that everyone here has a story. Wang Busui was thinking about whether he should also write a few words to show that he had been here.
Soon Zhu Wuyu's painting was completed. This time the tiger was much more majestic and domineering. Seeing Zhu Wuyu's painting, Wang Busheng suddenly thought of Wangcai. Once he went up the mountain and encountered a tiger. Wang Busheng was in danger. It was Wangcai who used his grandson to help him. The art of war, making noises in the east and attacking in the west, he managed to escape by chance, but at this moment, he and Wangcai were already separated by heaven and earth. Wang Busheng felt unspeakably sad.
You were born before I was born, but I was already old after you were born. You hate that I was born late, I hate that you were born early, and I mourn the pain of life here.
After looking at his painting carefully, Zhu Wuyi had a proud expression on his face. He smiled and asked Wang Busheng, "Master, how are you doing now?"
"It's much better now than before. Of course, there is still a lot of room for improvement. Don't be proud," Wang Bushi taught.
"What the master said is that the disciple must follow the instructions carefully." Zhu Wu? Accept it humbly.
"By the way" Wang Bushit seemed to have thought of something and asked, "Xiao Zhu, why were you imprisoned?"
"I ate without paying."
"What, you don't have money to eat?" Wang Bushit regretted it. He originally thought he was an invisible rich man, but now he realized that he was not invisible, he was just poor and had no money to eat.
"Are you eating the king's meal?"
"That's not the case. I originally had a few thousand taels of pocket money, but I lost it after staying overnight, so I had no money to pay the bill." Zhu Wuyi explained that he still had no clue about his lost money, but He didn't look distressed at all.
A few thousand taels was just pocket money, so Wang Bu was relieved. I just felt that Xiao Zhu’s experience was very similar to mine, so I asked, “Is the store you live in called a black store?”
"Yes, how does Master know?"
"Because I came here because of them as a teacher." Wang Bushit was heartbroken and patted his chest. It turns out that the store is a shady store as its name suggests, and people are habitual offenders. I regret it.
The two looked at each other, feeling a sense of sympathy for each other.
