"This ...... Is it really a painting? After a long time, a certain scholar smashed his mouth and whispered softly.

As soon as the painting was completed, the entire hall was unusually silent.

When everyone looked at it, they only felt that they were in the painting, and the wonderful and strange scenery seemed to be right in front of them.

Even if the entire white paper is stained with black ink, it is enough to be called rare in the world.

"Whew-"

Many heavy breaths gasped in the hall, and many people were even immersed in the beautiful scene in the painting.

"Mu ...... Mu Gongzi, is this painting of yours for sale? I'll give out ten silver coins. No, fifty silver coins, what do you think? After a long time, a middle-aged man dressed gorgeously hurriedly spoke.

As soon as this middle-aged rich man spoke, many people's bodies trembled slightly, and they returned to reality from the beautiful scenery in the painting.

The entire hall immediately resounded with everyone's respectful pleading, as if the previous thing that everyone had mocked Xu Muchuan had not happened.

"Sir, don't you know that you still accept students? I'm willing to spend two silver coins to study only for half a year. One of the scholars bent down and spoke, his words full of pleading.

"Mr. Mu, I am also willing to worship Mr. and implore Mr. to ignore his past suspicions." Many people present didn't know Xu Muchuan's name, so they could only use the word "Mu" that Xu Muchuan had written in Yuqing Building as a title.

"Sir, I also want to worship under your door, no matter how much it costs to study, I just want to beg Mr. to teach you a thing or two."

………

Dozens of scholars in the audience opened their mouths and wanted to worship Xu Muchuan's door, but it was because Xu Muchuan's two hands of poetry, calligraphy and painting shocked everyone's hearts.

In the past, because Xu Muchuan's tuition fees were much higher than those of ordinary private schools, many scholars in Anfeng Town just mocked Xu Muchuan disapprovingly.

Now, when everyone really saw Xu Muchuan's ability, many people regretted it in their hearts and secretly blamed themselves for not entering a private school earlier to learn art.

Xu Muchuan didn't pay attention to the pleading of the scholars around him at all, and just looked at the old bustard with a calm face.

After the old bustard felt Xu Muchuan's gaze, his whole face was hot, just now, an old man directly offered a high price of fifty silver coins to buy this painting.

You must know that not long ago, the old bustard swore that Xu Muchuan had no ability, and now in fact, Xu Muchuan can live in Yuqing Building for a year and a half by selling a pen and selling a pair of works.

How can this not make the bustard feel that his whole face has been lost? However, the bustard was still quite calm, and just stood in place and was silent.

"Mu Gongzi, do you see fifty silver coins?" The rich old man just now came to Xu Muchuan's side and said softly with a smile on his face.

"I'm not going to sell this painting." Xu Muchuan glanced at the rich master lightly and said, "I want to give this painting away." ”

The rich man's eyes dimmed slightly, but he didn't take a few breaths, and he looked at the poem Xu Muchuan had written before: "Mu Gongzi, then you can sell this poem to me!" How about fifty silver coins too? ”

With a faint smile on the corner of Xu Muchuan's mouth, he looked at the rich old man and shook his head gently.

The rich old man thought that Xu Muchuan was not satisfied with the price, he thought for a while, then gritted his teeth and said loudly: "A gold coin, what does Mu Gongzi think?" ”

Wow –

A gold coin! That's the cost of an ordinary person's life. Suddenly, many people in the hall took a deep cold breath, and their eyes were staring at the poems and were about to burst out.

Xu Muchuan still smiled and shook his head.

"Five gold coins, no more. If I don't like calligraphy and painting very much, it would be impossible for another person to come up with this price, Mu Gongzi, don't hesitate. The rich old man gritted his teeth fiercely and said in a deep voice.

"What! Five gold coins! A scholar couldn't help but exclaim subconsciously.

"Shhh They could see that the painting and the poem were not ordinary, but they really didn't expect anyone to want to buy them at such a sky-high price.

Yun Changqing, who didn't pay much attention to money, trembled in his heart, and he looked at Xu Muchuan's eyes with infinite respect and admiration.

Maybe in the whole scene, only Jun Luoyan is more sensible. Even so, Jun Luoyan was still shocked in his heart and said: "Just with this calligraphy and painting and this poem, if it is put in the capital, there are probably not a few people who are willing to bid 100 gold." ”

The pretty faces of the three Oirans were even more flooded with countless ripples.

Especially the rain wind, she felt endless regret in her heart, if she didn't dislike Xu Muchuan's down-and-out appearance when she came, and could enjoy the moon and drink with Xu Muchuan, maybe there would be a different scenery!

Yuxue's playful fair face was full of astonishment, and a lot of sweat broke out from her jade hands tightly holding them. After a long, long time, Yuxue lightly exhaled a mouthful of aroma and muttered, "This guy is so powerful." ”

"This lord, it's not that I don't want to sell it to you, but this poem already has a master, I'm sorry." Xu Muchuan whispered politely.

The rich old man saw that Xu Muchuan didn't look like a fake, and after muttering for a while, he sighed deeply: "Alas! It's just that I don't have a chance. ”

With a look of deep disappointment, the rich man turned around and walked slowly towards the seat on the side.

For a while, there was silence in the hall again.

However, this silence is not because of the prospect of watching Xu Muchuan's good show before, but because of his admiration for Xu Muchuan, he didn't dare to speak again.

Especially the scholars looked at Xu Muchuan unconsciously, bending down slightly, as if expressing their respect for Xu Muchuan, and hoping that Xu Muchuan could agree to their request to study just now.

It is difficult to buy regret medicine, and some of the scholars present went to Xu Muchuan's private school a few months ago. However, they didn't go to apprentice, but to humiliate Xu Muchuan for opening a private school at a young age, he must be a person with no virtue and no talent.

This time, the group of people lowered their heads slightly and faced Xu Muchuan, which was not funny.

From the cynicism of nearly 100 people just now to the respectful appearance now, many people's hearts are full of coldness and helplessness. The most embarrassing thing is the old bustard, she really offended Xu Muchuan to death.

"Isn't it just poetry, calligraphy and painting! No matter how big it is, Yuqinglou is not something that ordinary people can afford to provoke. The bustard silently comforted himself in his heart, and after a while, he regained his calm mind.

Xu Muchuan walked to the white paper carrying the Qingming Shanghe map, then held it in his hand, and then handed the poem to Yun Changqing.

"Changqing, you like poetry and calligraphy, this poem will be given to you, keep it safe." Xu Muchuan said with a smile.

Yun Changqing was stunned, he had been immersed in Xu Muchuan's elegant appearance of writing a poem just now, and he never thought that Xu Muchuan would give him this extremely valuable poem.

"Teacher...... I, Changqing, thank you so much. Yun Changqing said excitedly, and he trembled a little when he held the poem in both hands.

Xu Muchuan immediately turned his head to look at the old bustard, and the smile on his face just now disappeared instantly: "Old bustard, I still want to ask you, isn't one of my poems worth the twenty silver coins?" ”

"Am I not qualified to open a private school to teach students?"

"Are you still afraid that I won't be able to pay for the wine when I come to Yuqing Building?"

Xu Muchuan asked loudly one after another. Every word, every word was stabbed in the bustard's face like a sharp sword.