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After making arrangements, the master picked up Jiang Lu's drawings, left the Sutra Pavilion, and went downstairs.
Jiang Lu didn't know why, but he followed the other party obediently and left here.
When I arrived at the door of the attic, there was a woman, not much taller than my master, with gray hair and a childish face but a gloomy face waiting here.
As soon as she saw the master, she muttered impatiently: "Why did it take so long?"
"Say a few words to the new disciple, let's go upstairs." Master replied casually, and pulled Jiang Lu over: "This is your uncle, the master painter, and the dean of the real painting academy, come and salute. "
"Oh, hello, Uncle Painter." Jiang Lu greeted obediently.
Only then did Hua Fu notice Jiang Lu.
"Eh...hiss..." She stared at Jiang Lu, not knowing what she was thinking.
Jiang Lu also observed from this that the gloominess of this painting did not seem to come from a gloomy personality.
Her dark circles under her eyes, slightly pale lips, and lackluster eyes are more like the extremely depressed depression caused by being in an unstable state of constantly revising drafts for a long time and may go crazy at any time.
At least when he looked at Jiang Lu, this gloom disappeared.
The master, who had already walked a few steps, looked back and saw that Hua Ji was still standing there blankly, so he urged: "Let's go."
Hua Shi finally came back to his senses and said, "How about lending your little disciple to me for two days?"
After all, she has been a close friend since she was young. As soon as she sticks her butt out, the master knows exactly what posture she is going to use.
"You want to capture a strong man from me again to be a model, right?"
"Sister, to be honest, the moment I saw your little disciple just now, I felt that all the male protagonists in the books I drew had faces."
Regardless of Jiang Lu's wishes, Hua Cai raised and lowered his hands to check whether his body was strong or not:
"I really like this. Just let me paint it for two days."
"No need to talk." Master shook his head and sneered: "What did you say to my second disciple last time? When I saw him, I felt that the scholars you drew had faces. What was the result?"
"Oh, that was an accident." Hua Kai defended awkwardly.
But the master did not give her any face, and said: "I don't know what your definition of a scholar is, I only know that he is a writer, and when he came back, he told me that he never wanted to write essays again.
I haven’t even asked you yet, what on earth did you ask him to do, so that he would rather go to the mortal world to be a little duck, euphemistically called Cai Feng, than come back to continue studying, saying that he feels that being a duck is more dignified? . "
"It's just a coincidence that I was drawing a book about four loves..."
Hua Kai said apologetically:
"In this case, if you let him come back, I will promise to arrange a harem for him this time."
"Even if you tell me the flowers, I, your disciple, will not lend them to you. Besides..."
The master paused:
"He doesn't necessarily have to be just a painter. He is also a good painter, at least no worse than your senior disciple."
Hua Kai was stunned for a moment: "Are you kidding? There are still people in your academy who can draw? Why didn't I know?"
"Just come."
As the master said, he deliberately walked back a few steps, pulled Jiang Lu to let him walk in front, and walked in the middle to separate the two of them.
The three of them quickly arrived at Master's study.
As a writer, the study is actually a practice room, and as a writer who writes novels, I spend almost all day in the practice room. I hardly go out unless I have something to do, and I just concentrate on creating stories.
So this study room is actually not much different from Master's bedroom.
A small bed, which is small but still spacious for Master, is placed in the corner on the right side of the door. There are also some dolls and toys piled on it.
It can be seen that the article written by Master is indeed very strong.
As for the floor of the study room, there are scattered papers everywhere, most of which are scrap manuscripts. The ones that really satisfy the master are now piled flatly on the desk.
The smell of ink fills the room, and at the same time it's filled with a light scent of incense, making it feel safe.
Several wicker chairs were placed around a tea table on the left side of the study. At Master's greeting, the three of them sat down.
Seeing that Jiang Lu also sat down instead of leaving after sending them here, Huaji felt a little strange, but the master didn't say anything, and it was hard for her to interfere, so she just thought that the other party dotes on this new acquisition. Disciple, he didn’t think much about it.
Jiang Lu, on the other hand, looked at the plaque hanging in the center of the study room, which read three characters - Wen Tao Pavilion.
Noticing Jiang Lu's gaze, Master suddenly asked coldly: "Are you trying to say that it's ridiculous for me to use my own name as the name of the study room?"
"Ah? No." Jiang Lu was surprised for a while.
"Oh." Master nodded lightly: "I saw that you have been staring at it for a long time, so I asked. If there is no such thing, it would be best."
"Ah, so my master, your name is Wen Tao?" Jiang Lu finally came to his senses.
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The painting on the side suddenly laughed out loud: "Is he really your apprentice? How come he doesn't even know your name?"
"He always calls me Master with respect, and he doesn't even dare to call me by my first name. He doesn't use this title at all, so it's normal for him to forget, right?" Master Wen Tao supplemented.
"We'll talk about him later." The painter waved his hand: "Let's talk about business first. If we decide on the schedule early, I can go back and continue painting."
"Well... first let me see the plan given by the theater."
Wen Tao nodded, and while he was preparing for the painting, he took out a cigarette rod from somewhere, skillfully stuffed tobacco into it, and started puffing away.
I used to think that the two senior sisters were abnormal, and Wen Tao just had a special figure. Now it seems that this is also a heavyweight.
Jiang Lu's eyelids twitched as he saw her fiercely returning to the dragon. He felt that the scene was too magical, and he was afraid that the cigarette rod, which was almost half her height, would be broken by her.
Perhaps because he felt it was not satisfying after taking two sips, Wen Tao picked up the teapot on the tea table, turned over several clean upside-down teacups, and poured tea into them.
Hua Fu, who was still looking out from the lining of his clothes for the agreement fed back from the theater, picked up the tea cup and took a sip: "The year is right."
"That's not."
Wen Tao smiled proudly, and then poured Jiang Luye a glass:
"Disciple, taste the golden nectar of being a master."
Jiang Lu's eyelids twitched again.
As expected of a top literary cultivator, the first thing he started talking about was this kind of double-entendre and bad words.
With this in mind, Jiang Lu picked up the teacup, took a sip, and then his expression changed.
He stood up, took the candlestick on the desk, and then put the candle close to the teacup. The next moment, the tea in the teacup actually ignited.
"It's not just the vintage, right? The purity is also right! So why is there wine in the teapot?"
Jiang Lu stared at the two people who had drank a full glass of nearly alcoholic drinks and still felt no discomfort. For the first time, he understood that writing and drawing were such stressful tasks.
But when faced with Jiang Lu's questioning, Wen Tao remained calm: "This is called burning tea."
Jiang Lu was stunned: "Did Dongfang Yeye give you money?"
At this time, Hua Cai interjected and asked: "Oriental leaves are not tea either."
"Do you still know about Eastern leaves?"
"Sure, I use it every day." Hua Cai nodded as expected.
Jiang Lu was stunned: "Use?"
Seeing Jiang Lu's confusion, Hua Fei took out a few green leaves from the sachet, which looked like catnip.
Then she put it on her left hand and activated it with spiritual power. After a while, the leaves were shaken into a pile of fine powder.
Immediately afterwards, Hua Fu brought the powder to his nose, pressed one nostril with his right hand, leaving only one nostril pointed at the powder, and inhaled sharply.
"Ah... so comfortable..." Hua Shi made a sound that was almost a moan.
"You'd better apologize to Dongfang Yeye now." Jiang Lu's face turned extremely dark.
Wen Tao was obviously disgusted with Hua Ji's behavior.
"This crazy woman, I don't know how long it will take for her to get over it and regain her senses."
"That's great, I shouldn't have expectations for the evil sect."
Jiang Lu showed a fake smile.
I don't know how much time passed, but Hua Kai finally started talking about business with a depressed look on his face.
Not sure if it was an illusion, but Jiang Lu felt that the dark circles under her eyes were getting heavier.
"Anyway, they want to adapt the popular movie "My Father-in-law is the Holy Ancestor". Although my picture book is more popular than your original novel, because my pictures are also an adaptation of your novel, I think It’s better to leave this leadership to you.”
Hua Fu said listlessly:
"I've done some research. The forces in Yunzhou are complex. It's difficult to win from the front without making a big fuss and paying a price.
Therefore, starting from this aspect, gradually establishing the influence of the sect and then gradually losing the minds of Yunzhou people through cultural invasion is the safest way.
Although Yunzhou is a place of blessings that is not inferior to Zhongzhou, it is close to Beicang and the righteous hand cannot reach so far. Relatively speaking, the blow will not be so strong. We can also worry less and make a big show of it.
If this matter is completed, more places should be allocated to both the Sacrifice Academy and the Painting Academy this year.
So the adaptation must be changed, it just depends on how to change it. "
"Then have you told the sect leader?" Wen Tao asked.
"She's in retreat."
The painting replied:
"But she will definitely not refuse. In order to cover up others' eyes, after the sect collapsed and reorganized in Kunlun Mountain, she specially selected the new site in Lord Xuankong. It was dark under the lamp. It has been considered a good thing for hundreds of years. Stay safe and sound.
But now that the Bailiu Sect is getting stronger and stronger, it is an inevitable trend to go out. Otherwise, even if Xuankong Pavilion turns a blind eye, there is no guarantee that other interested people will not take our ideas.
The Kunlun Incident cannot happen again. Now Yunzhou is the best place to gain a foothold. If she has this opportunity, she will definitely not miss it. "
"So, do you want to give her a surprise and tell her after you're ready?"
"correct."
"In that case, I have no objection."
Wen Tao took a fierce sip, blew out the smoke ring, and a wisp of determination flashed in his eyes:
"Our Academy and the Painting Academy have always been both prosperous and destructive. They have always been looked down upon by people in the sect and are regarded as evil heretics among evil heretics.
Since we have this opportunity to show the power of words and pictures and rectify our names and those of our disciples, we cannot miss it. "