Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion
603 Collaborating with Huang Tingshu on the Plum Blossoms Ink Painting, Leaving Its Fragrance in the World (3)
“Your senior brother is such a character. If you don’t catch him, you’ll be worried if someone snatches him away.”
“No, I, it’s, it’s Senior Brother who doesn’t…” Mu Wan hurriedly explained, but she didn’t know what to say. Her face was red and she was so anxious that she couldn’t explain.
“No?” Baili Xinglin frowned.
“I understand. He has fused with the bloodline power of a demonic beast. His physical strength is not harmonious.”
Baili Xinglin’s words made Mu Wan nod repeatedly.
“Yes, it’s a little troublesome to be impotent at such a young age, but it’s fine. I’ll let you take back a few medicinal wines that your uncle-master developed. I guarantee that you’ll spend the night…”
Mu Wan did not stop talking.
She felt that her Martial Aunt seemed to have misunderstood something.
Senior Brother, he can do it.
Really.
…
The study room was filled with paintings and calligraphy scrolls.
Every piece was a treasure.
The writings of the great masters of Confucianism were everywhere.
This collection was much more than what he had plundered in the Pill Destiny Pavilion.
“Hehe, you like them?”
Huang Tingshu held a pen by the long table and looked up to see Han Muye looking around. He smiled and said, “Just take whatever you like.
“I heard from Mu Wan that you plundered some paintings at Lu Yuzhou’s house.
“To be honest, with that little collection of his, what good stuff can he have?
“Look at mine. Aren’t these the real masterpieces?”
It was common for scholars to look down on each other.
Lu Yuzhou’s character had been ruined quite a bit, but he still had a lot of treasures, which made people feel even more indignant.
Yan Zhenqing had said this to Han Muye himself.
When Han Muye emptied Lu Yuzhou’s small courtyard, many people in the Imperial City Academy applauded.
Hearing Huang Tingshu ask him to choose a painting, Han Muye did not stand on ceremony and immediately chose a few Huang Tingshu’s paintings and a few paintings by other scholars.
“The words on this ‘Huangzhou Cold Food Poetry Post’ are like dragons. The brush strokes are bold and vigorous. It’s really a masterpiece.” Han Muye put away Huang Tingshu’s handwritten piece.
“Ancestral Origin Dao Comprehension Painting? Isn’t this written by Wang Mojie himself? Then I will accept it graciously.”
Huang Tingshu stood there and watched as Han Muye really swept away the paintings on the surrounding walls. The corners of his mouth twitched, and he did not even notice the ink beads on the tip of his brush dripping.
When he lowered his head, a few drops of ink had already dripped onto the paper.
“What a waste of a piece of Golden Cloud Paper.”
Huang Tingshu was about to throw away the paper scroll on the long table when Han Muye took a step forward and said softly, “I can’t take Uncle-Master’s paintings for nothing. I can use this pen and paper to do a painting for Uncle-Master.”
As he spoke, he picked up the inkstone on the table and splashed it with his shaking hand.
The paper was filled with messy ink spots of all sizes.
Reaching out to take the ink brush from Huang Tingshu’s hand, Han Muye moved the brush quickly, drawing and dipping it in ink. Black plum blossoms bloomed on the branches.
“Good, good!”
Watching the plum blossoms, Huang Tingshu praised from the side.
Outside the study, someone stuck her head in to take a look.
Baili Tongyun, who was wearing a scholar’s robe, looked at the study in surprise. Han Muye was painting while her grandfather was watching from the side.
She knew her grandfather’s temper the best.
There were only seven or eight people in the world whose paintings and calligraphy could be praised by him.
The shopkeeper of the Pill Destiny Pavilion was an outstanding poet. She did not expect her grandfather to praise him for his painting.
She quietly walked into the study and saw the painting under Han Muye’s brush.
Ink plum blossoms.
The branches were dense and mixed, and the black plum blossom petals and buds were naturally embellished.
Standing in front of the long table, the fragrance of the ink seemed to have turned into a plum blossom fragrance that refreshed the heart.
With just one breath, Baili Tongyun’s mind felt extremely clear, and a cold fragrance lingered in her heart.
Huang Tingshu looked at his granddaughter and did not say anything. He lowered his head and looked at the painting again.
At this moment, Han Muye had slowly cleaned up the table and put away his brush.
He held the brush in both hands and handed it to Huang Tingshu.
“Uncle-Master, please make corrections.”
Hearing his words, Huang Tingshu laughed and took the ink brush. “You’re already proficient and profound in this painting. The painting technique of drawing with ink lines is not inferior to Xu Qingteng’s. What else do you need me to correct?
“Young man, you ought to be proud.”
As he spoke, he leaned over and wrote down the poem Han Muye had composed.
“My family’s Inkstone pool, the trees with flowers blooming with faint ink marks.” Baili Tongyun recited a poem with a happy expression on her face.
“Grandpa, I didn’t expect you to have another masterpiece—”
Before she could finish, she saw Huang Tingshu raise his head and look at Han Muye. “What about the next two sentences? Continue.”
Continue?
Baili Tongyun’s eyes widened.
This poem was actually written by Grandmaster Mu Ye!
Han Muye pondered for a moment and said softly, “Don’t let anyone praise the colors.”
Huang Tingshu’s entire body trembled. He lowered his head and wrote this sentence.
After he finished writing, Han Muye said, “Leave its fragrance in the world.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the Golden Great Spirit surged in the room. Purple light surged on Huang Tingshu’s body, as if it was about to rush out of the house and into the sky!
“Good, what a good line!
“There are fewer than 20 Confucianists in the world who can have such a temperament.”
After Huang Tingshu finished speaking, he slowly wrote down the last sentence and signed it.
“Muye did a plum blossoms ink painting himself. He composed a poem orally while Huang Tingshu recorded it in the Big Yellow Court.”
After stamping the seal, Huang Tingshu quietly admired the plum blossoms ink painting in front of him. Then he laughed and said, “It’s not a loss for this old man to exchange the paintings in the study for this plum blossoms ink painting.”
Hearing his words, Baili Tongyun looked around. It was indeed much more empty.
“Husband, the food has been prepared. Come quickly.” Baili Xinglin’s voice came from outside the study.
Huang Tingshu smiled and carefully hung the painting on the wall in front of him. Then he carefully examined it and kept nodding.
After a while, he turned to look at Baili Tongyun.
“Tongyun, why are you back? You’re not going to the academy today?”
As he spoke, he led Han Muye out of the study.
Baili Tongyun took out an invitation card from the back and chased after him. “Grandfather, look! I don’t know who is so despicable as to make copies of the Jade Epiphyllum Literary Conference’s invitation card and sell them everywhere.
“An invitation cost 3,000 spiritual rocks. Now everyone in the city is fighting for them. This invitation has already been raised to 50,000 spiritual rocks.
“Grandpa, do you think we should interfere in such matters?”
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Chapter 604: 603 Collaborating with Huang Tingshu on the Plum Blossoms Ink Painting, Leaving Its Fragrance in the World (3)
“Your senior brother is such a character. If you don’t catch him, you’ll be worried if someone snatches him away.”
“No, I, it’s, it’s Senior Brother who doesn’t…” Mu Wan hurriedly explained, but she didn’t know what to say. Her face was red and she was so anxious that she couldn’t explain.
“No?” Baili Xinglin frowned.
“I understand. He has fused with the bloodline power of a demonic beast. His physical strength is not harmonious.”
Baili Xinglin’s words made Mu Wan nod repeatedly.
“Yes, it’s a little troublesome to be impotent at such a young age, but it’s fine. I’ll let you take back a few medicinal wines that your uncle-master developed. I guarantee that you’ll spend the night…”
Mu Wan did not stop talking.
She felt that her Martial Aunt seemed to have misunderstood something.
Senior Brother, he can do it.
Really.
…
The study room was filled with paintings and calligraphy scrolls.
Every piece was a treasure.
The writings of the great masters of Confucianism were everywhere.
This collection was much more than what he had plundered in the Pill Destiny Pavilion.
“Hehe, you like them?”
Huang Tingshu held a pen by the long table and looked up to see Han Muye looking around. He smiled and said, “Just take whatever you like.
“I heard from Mu Wan that you plundered some paintings at Lu Yuzhou’s house.
“To be honest, with that little collection of his, what good stuff can he have?
It was common for scholars to look down on each other.
Lu Yuzhou’s character had been ruined quite a bit, but he still had a lot of treasures, which made people feel even more indignant.
Yan Zhenqing had said this to Han Muye himself.
When Han Muye emptied Lu Yuzhou’s small courtyard, many people in the Imperial City Academy applauded.
Hearing Huang Tingshu ask him to choose a painting, Han Muye did not stand on ceremony and immediately chose a few Huang Tingshu’s paintings and a few paintings by other scholars.
“The words on this ‘Huangzhou Cold Food Poetry Post’ are like dragons. The brush strokes are bold and vigorous. It’s really a masterpiece.” Han Muye put away Huang Tingshu’s handwritten piece.
“Ancestral Origin Dao Comprehension Painting? Isn’t this written by Wang Mojie himself? Then I will accept it graciously.”
Huang Tingshu stood there and watched as Han Muye really swept away the paintings on the surrounding walls. The corners of his mouth twitched, and he did not even notice the ink beads on the tip of his brush dripping.
When he lowered his head, a few drops of ink had already dripped onto the paper.
“What a waste of a piece of Golden Cloud Paper.”
Huang Tingshu was about to throw away the paper scroll on the long table when Han Muye took a step forward and said softly, “I can’t take Uncle-Master’s paintings for nothing. I can use this pen and paper to do a painting for Uncle-Master.”
As he spoke, he picked up the inkstone on the table and splashed it with his shaking hand.
The paper was filled with messy ink spots of all sizes.
Reaching out to take the ink brush from Huang Tingshu’s hand, Han Muye moved the brush quickly, drawing and dipping it in ink. Black plum blossoms bloomed on the branches.
“Good, good!”
Watching the plum blossoms, Huang Tingshu praised from the side.
Outside the study, someone stuck her head in to take a look.
Baili Tongyun, who was wearing a scholar’s robe, looked at the study in surprise. Han Muye was painting while her grandfather was watching from the side.
She knew her grandfather’s temper the best.
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The shopkeeper of the Pill Destiny Pavilion was an outstanding poet. She did not expect her grandfather to praise him for his painting.
She quietly walked into the study and saw the painting under Han Muye’s brush.
Ink plum blossoms.
The branches were dense and mixed, and the black plum blossom petals and buds were naturally embellished.
Standing in front of the long table, the fragrance of the ink seemed to have turned into a plum blossom fragrance that refreshed the heart.
With just one breath, Baili Tongyun’s mind felt extremely clear, and a cold fragrance lingered in her heart.
Huang Tingshu looked at his granddaughter and did not say anything. He lowered his head and looked at the painting again.
At this moment, Han Muye had slowly cleaned up the table and put away his brush.
He held the brush in both hands and handed it to Huang Tingshu.
“Uncle-Master, please make corrections.”
Hearing his words, Huang Tingshu laughed and took the ink brush. “You’re already proficient and profound in this painting. The painting technique of drawing with ink lines is not inferior to Xu Qingteng’s. What else do you need me to correct?
“Young man, you ought to be proud.”
As he spoke, he leaned over and wrote down the poem Han Muye had composed.
“My family’s Inkstone pool, the trees with flowers blooming with faint ink marks.” Baili Tongyun recited a poem with a happy expression on her face.
“Grandpa, I didn’t expect you to have another masterpiece—”
Before she could finish, she saw Huang Tingshu raise his head and look at Han Muye. “What about the next two sentences? Continue.”
Continue?
Baili Tongyun’s eyes widened.
This poem was actually written by Grandmaster Mu Ye!
Huang Tingshu’s entire body trembled. He lowered his head and wrote this sentence.
After he finished writing, Han Muye said, “Leave its fragrance in the world.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the Golden Great Spirit surged in the room. Purple light surged on Huang Tingshu’s body, as if it was about to rush out of the house and into the sky!
“Good, what a good line!
“There are fewer than 20 Confucianists in the world who can have such a temperament.”
After Huang Tingshu finished speaking, he slowly wrote down the last sentence and signed it.
“Muye did a plum blossoms ink painting himself. He composed a poem orally while Huang Tingshu recorded it in the Big Yellow Court.”
After stamping the seal, Huang Tingshu quietly admired the plum blossoms ink painting in front of him. Then he laughed and said, “It’s not a loss for this old man to exchange the paintings in the study for this plum blossoms ink painting.”
Hearing his words, Baili Tongyun looked around. It was indeed much more empty.
“Husband, the food has been prepared. Come quickly.” Baili Xinglin’s voice came from outside the study.
Huang Tingshu smiled and carefully hung the painting on the wall in front of him. Then he carefully examined it and kept nodding.
After a while, he turned to look at Baili Tongyun.
“Tongyun, why are you back? You’re not going to the academy today?”
As he spoke, he led Han Muye out of the study.
Baili Tongyun took out an invitation card from the back and chased after him. “Grandfather, look! I don’t know who is so despicable as to make copies of the Jade Epiphyllum Literary Conference’s invitation card and sell them everywhere.
“An invitation cost 3,000 spiritual rocks. Now everyone in the city is fighting for them. This invitation has already been raised to 50,000 spiritual rocks.
“Grandpa, do you think we should interfere in such matters?”
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