Early the next morning.

Wen Qianxiu pushed open Wei Changfeng's door, Changfeng was still obsessed with learning, and he didn't know it.

The footsteps were near, and he looked up.

He saw Wen Qianxiu standing quietly in front of him holding a zither with a smile on his eyebrows.

"It is better to read 10,000 books than to travel 10,000 miles, and practice can produce true knowledge." He pulled over a low stool and sat beside Wei Changfeng, placing the piano on his lap.

"In the same way as piano skills, basic skills are the key. ”

He plucked the strings lightly and played the five notes of Gong, Shang, Jiao, Gong and Yu, and the timbre was bright and light.

"Look at my fingering. Wen Qianxiu reminded.

Hooking, supporting, splitting, picking, picking, wiping, beating, lifting, fingertips flying, butterflies wearing flowers generally dazzle Wei Changfeng. Melodious music flows slowly from your fingertips.

After the song was played, Wen Qianxiu put away his hand.

"You can try it", he moved the piano to Wei Changfeng's lap.

Changfeng followed his example, and his fingertips stroked the strings.

Obscure notes popped out of his fingertips, intermittently forming fragmented movements.

He finished playing a song from memory.

"Yes, yes, I remember so much at once, and my understanding is extraordinary!" Wen Qianxiu praised.

"Practice more on the book in the morning and evening, according to your talent, you will be able to improve immediately!"

"The chessboard and chess pieces were also brought to you, and you studied according to the book, and brought you some calligraphy and paintings, which you copied every day, and recited the poems every morning and evening. Wen Qianxiu chattered a lot, and Wei Changfeng's head became big when he heard it.

When he had said this, he walked straight out of the house.

His feet were raised and he was about to step out of the threshold, when Wei Changfeng suddenly stopped him.

"Mr. Wen, when did the sect open the mountain and accept disciples?"

Wen Qianxiu turned his head and thought for a moment.

"There is still half a year to go, you have to hurry up and pay back the money, otherwise I won't let you go. ”

He immediately turned around, Shi Shiran went out of the door, and threw a sentence faintly:

"You can't forget your cultivation!"

Wei Changfeng took a deep breath, he had a long way to go.

Every day, one hour to practice the piano, one hour to play chess, one hour to copy calligraphy and painting, half an hour in the morning and evening to read poetry, and then cut out the time to eat, the rest of the effort is all used for cultivation, after all, you can close your eyes and hold your breath when you practice, it can be regarded as rest, and sleeping can naturally be avoided.

Two months of such a compact life passed.

On this day, Wen Qianxiu was in the house.

Wen Qianxiu sat on a Taishi chair, his knuckles lightly clasping the wooden armrests.

Wei Changfeng stood in front of him, gave a salute, and began to stroke the qin.

There is a melodious piano sound flowing between the ten fingers, which is as warm and clear as the flowing water, and the sound of the piano changes, and it is as solemn as the towering mountains.

After the song was played, Wen Qianxiu still closed his eyes and was silent in the sound of the piano.

It took him a moment before he opened his eyes and applauded slowly.

"It's a teacher!"

"Paint another portrait for me and inscribe a poem. He sat up straight and straightened up.

The long wind grinds the ink, the pen walks the dragon and snake, and only half a pillar of incense is completed.

He presented the painting with the fragrance of ink, and Wen Qianxiu looked at it, and it was lifelike, and the charm and temperament were locked on the silk paper, vivid.

In the lower right corner, a poem is inscribed: The stars are full of autumn water, and the sword eyebrows lock the spring sorrow.

"Good!good!good!" Wen Qianxiu praised three times in a row, carefully putting away the painting.

"Come, come, play chess!" he beckoned to Changfeng.

The long wind is black, and Wen Qian is white. The two played against each other for an hour before Wen Qianxiu's tightly knit brows relaxed.

"Not bad, boy, you almost won. ”

Changfeng put the chess pieces back on the chessboard and laughed.

"I'll arrange for you to pick up customers tomorrow!"

Changfeng's body shook, and he was a little inexplicably looking forward to it.

Early the next morning.

As soon as the Ascot opened, a steady stream of customers poured in, and the aroma of rouge gouache was waving with Nana.

Changfeng sat in the house, and for the first time today, Wen Qianxiu helped him dress up.

Wearing a big red arrow sleeve, tied with a colorful long spike palace silk, covered with a stone blue coat, and wearing a pair of blue satin foundation boots. The face is like the moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the color is like the flower of spring dawn, the sideburns are like a knife, the eyebrows are like ink paintings, the nose is like a hanging gall, and the eyes are like autumn waves. The black hair was tied casually with a silver ribbon, without a crown or hairpin, and a few strands of hair on the forehead were blown away by the wind that drilled through the crack in the window, and the silver ribbon was intertwined and fluttering, which looked quite light.

Changfeng sat nervously, nervous and expectant. The squeak of the door pivot opening and closing was endless, and I thought that the brothers had received the guests, and he was still a crowd here, so it was inevitable that he would be a little lost.

His patience was almost exhausted when the door was pushed open.

Stepping in, a little leg like mutton fat and white jade, a touch of fiery red came into Changfeng's eyes.

It wasn't until the figure came in from outside the house that he could see the face of the comer.

The person who came was a plump young woman, wearing a big red silk skirt with a very low neckline, her face was like a hibiscus, her eyebrows were like willows, her eyes were more charming than peach blossoms, her skin was like snow, her black hair was pulled into a high beauty bun, her beads were shining softly in the sun, and her bright red lips were slightly raised.

When she saw the restrained Wei Changfeng, her eyes lit up, and she turned over the "empty" sign hanging at the door, revealing the word "full", and then Shi Shiran walked into the house.

Changfeng stared at his toes without saying a word.

The woman walked up to him, sat down in her chair, and looked at him with great interest.

Time just slipped away.

Changfeng was looked at uncomfortably, an embarrassed smile appeared on his face, and he raised his head and said:

"Changfeng stroked the piano for his sister. ”

Press your fingertips on the strings, take a deep breath, and start playing.

The melodious music flowed in the room in an instant, curbing the clouds and singing the phoenix.

The beautiful woman listened a little intrigued, her beautiful eyes were slightly closed, and her expression was intoxicated.

As soon as the song was played, the last note lingered in the room.

The atmosphere was suddenly much more harmonious.

The beautiful woman straightened up and walked over to him with a smile.

Changfeng's nervousness eased a lot, and the two began to talk.

The woman smiled from time to time, and Changfeng was blushing with shame from his provocative words.

The two talked happily all morning, and at sunrise the woman got up and left.

"This one for you. She untied the sachet around her waist and handed it to Wei Changfeng.

"Come to the pharmacist union in the city to find me when you have time, little lover!" she winked at Changfeng and left with a smile.

"I'll order you again next time!"

Her words made Changfeng's face flush with shame.