However, Li Yuan thought about it again and realized that this was normal. Who would let others have the capital to show off?
If it were him who had been at this level when he was young, he might have been so crazy that he couldn't find Bei.
When Yan Liben heard this, he couldn't help but be in awe.
understood!
No wonder people are able to innovate and create new ideas at such a young age. This spirit of striving for excellence, this creative spirit of setting strict demands on oneself and never being satisfied is far beyond what I can match.
Thinking of this, I bowed deeply.
"Master Hou, you are so humble. Your painting skills have reached the level of a master who is innovating from the old and bringing forth the new."
I can fuck you, you--
Wang Zi'an didn't finish vomiting, and a look of dumbfounding appeared on his face.
The moment Yan Liben finished speaking, a tingling and familiar feeling swept through his body again. A vast amount of painting experience, both ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, and various painting techniques and schools came to mind like a revelation.
A master painter has become—
"Ahem, this -"
Wang Zi'an sighed helplessly.
I also want to keep a low profile, but my talent doesn’t allow him to do so——
"Lao Yan, look at your potential, throw away that thing in your hand. If you really like it, I'll draw another one -"
Yan Liben couldn't help but perked up after hearing this.
Is this finally serious?
"Come on, Lord Marquis, let me help you stretch out the paper -"
Yan Liben said and quickly grabbed it, then put the torn paper ball in his hand into his long sleeve with lightning speed.
It is impossible to throw it away, and it is impossible to throw it away even if it is beaten to death.
Wang Zi'an couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. This bitch, are you trying to preserve my dark history?
Forget it, there's no signature on it anyway.
Wang Zi'an looked at the sky and pretended not to notice his little move.
This time, as soon as Wang Zi'an charcoal strip pen was bought, he felt something different.
My mind was empty, my energy was concentrated, and I felt all the thousands of techniques slowly flowing through my heart. The charcoal pen was as familiar as my own arm.
This time, even Yan Liben, Li Yuan, Pei Ji and others noticed something was different and immediately raised their expressions.
Wang Zi'an ignored them and completely devoted himself to creation.
It is still the Tang Dynasty version of "Tao" with added clothes. Without clothes, I would be afraid of shocking the world and being beaten to death by people of this era...
Yan Liben was immediately shocked.
The graceful lines, the perfect proportions, the exquisite composition, and the texture of the skin are as natural as an antelope hanging its horns.
horrible!
This is the true level of the Marquis of Chang'an!
It’s true, this is the Grandmaster!
I said that I felt a little awkward just now, and I always felt that something was wrong. It turned out that he was hiding his clumsiness just now, trying to take care of his own emotions, and trying to localize himself without leaving any trace.
move!
The Marquis of Chang'an was so kind. He took great pains to take care of himself and enlighten himself.
After an unknown amount of time, the prince put away the charcoal strips with peace of mind and contentment, and looked at the work on the paper with a dazed look in his eyes.
It’s so beautiful, I’m so awesome——
Wang Zi'an breathed a sigh of relief and gently put the pen aside before he straightened up.
I heard a pop behind me.
Looking back, Yan Liben knelt down directly——
"Student Yan Liben wants to study under the Marquis, and I sincerely ask the Marquis to grant his permission——"
As he said that, he couldn't kneel down.
Wang Zi’an:……
Ah, this——
Your qualifications are a bit lacking.
Wang Zi'an glanced at Yan Liben lying on the ground with some disgust.
Although he is also a prime minister, it seems that he did not become prime minister until he was sixty or seventy years old, and he is still a prime minister - listen to your taste, is this a good reputation?
This is like praising a singer, you write so well...
Yan Liben's move also exceeded Li Yuan and others' expectations.
This is not comparable to the likes of Ma Zhou and Li Yifu. They come from a family of officials, a dignified former doctor of the Ministry of Justice, and a young prisoner who has just taken office. Even in terms of painting alone, he was the leading figure in the Tang Dynasty.
Being able to kneel down and become a disciple so directly shows so much sincerity.
Not to mention anything else, as long as word of this incident today spreads, it will immediately cause a sensation in the entire Chang'an City.
"Well - it's not necessary. If you want to learn, we can learn from each other -"
Wang Zi'an thought for a moment, carefully weighed his words, and then bent down to help this person up. Unexpectedly, Yan Liben refused to get up.
Ah, this——
Wouldn't it be too rough if I just forced you to lift you up?
"Master Hou, if you want to be my disciple, you will learn not only the skills of painting, but also the heart and character of Master Hou——"
As he spoke, Yan Liben knocked his head to the ground again.
Wang Zi’an:……
Are you so good at talking?
You're so disgusting that you're almost on par with that thief in Li Yifu!
When he thought that this was also the prime minister during the Li Zhi period, he was immediately speechless. Li Zhi, this naughty kid, what kind of prime minister did he choose?
But, that’s okay——
For this matter, it mainly depends on his sincerity, not because he talks nicely and flatters me so much - we are not such shallow people.
"Since you insist on doing this, then okay -"
Wang Zi'an immediately accepted his three blows calmly, and waited until Yan Liben got up from the ground before giving instructions with a smile.
"Be more attentive these days, and I will leave all the decoration and murals in this house to you -"
Yan Liben:......
move!
The master actually didn't mind that my skills were shallow, and he gave me such a big task as home decoration.
Can I live up to my master's wishes?
No way!
"Thank you, Master, for your help -"
Yan Liben immediately bowed deeply, as if he had been injected with chicken blood. I can't wait to roll up my sleeves right away and go for it.
Wang Zi’an:……
Ah, this——
Lao Yan, have you awakened any strange attributes?
Two more apprentices were added to the account today.
One is the most legendary general of the Tang Dynasty, "a good policy ended the war", "three arrows settled the Tianshan Mountains", "bravely conquered Liaodong", "benevolent government of Goryeo", "loved the people like the city of Xiangzhou", "took off his hat and retreated all enemies" , Xue Rengui, the god of war who was enshrined in the temple by foreigners, and Yan Liben, a late bloomer who was also known as the prime minister.
Although his qualifications are a little bit poor, he can still get the number of a prime minister.
And I also got two new skills by the way.
A master of archery and painting.
It can be considered a full harvest, and of course it needs to be celebrated properly.
A big banquet——
He also cooked by himself and prepared several hard dishes. What was especially rare was that the kitchen bought beef today, which was really rare.
In this day and age, being able to eat this really depends on your luck. Killing cows is illegal.
Don’t say anything else, just hometown food, beef stir-fried with green onions!
It's fragrant, fresh and tender, and tastes pure. The key is that the ingredients are easy to come together——
Li Yuan, Pei Ji and Princess Changle were used to Wang Zi'an cooking, but this was Yan Liben's first time.
I was so moved by this that I almost cried on the spot.
It’s such a favor to be apprenticed to oneself, and one’s own master is cooking to celebrate. What a favor, how much face, what kind of expectation for oneself——
He didn’t say anything and made arrangements after returning home. He lived on the construction site of Master’s house and wouldn’t go home until the decoration was completed!
…
West across the courtyard.
"What - Wang Zi'an has accepted two more disciples?"
After Yun Xuzi heard the news from his eldest disciple Qing Xuanzi, he immediately turned around, looked at his little disciple, and sighed with hatred.
"What else do you think you can do? I asked you to stay by his side every day, stare at him all the time, and pester him, but you just don't listen. You see, the opportunity has been missed—"
Having said this, the old Taoist priest took a breath and looked stern.
"Now, go right away. If you can't become his woman, then you will become his disciple. In short, this is the last opportunity for our master, we must not miss it!"
