From then on, Shen Yunzhu came down and began to study with the elder Yuange.

And so the days passed.

This old professor has a unique style, except that the time is fixed in the afternoon, and the content of the teaching is completely spontaneous.

I want to play the piano today, so I will talk about the rhythm while playing the piano;

If you want to play chess tomorrow, I will teach Shen Yun the rules of chess.

Obviously, it is not a good idea to teach Shen Yun to paint, and after teaching for a while, he was in a bad mood, pointed to the door, and scolded: "Bad guy, get out of here, don't disturb the old man's elegance!"

Shen Yun slipped out with a grin, and saw Xue Ling playing under the cypress tree, so he called out to Xue Ling to extinguish the fire by the way: "Xue Ling, go and accompany the old man!"

Xue Ling was as good as a stream, and in the sound of chirping, jumping around to spread joy, the old man's mood soon began to improve again.

Who called the patriarch the most fond of Xue Ling?

Now, Shen Yun's bookshelves are full of books, and every morning he will read the ancient books very carefully for a while, and then transcribe some of the words in the ancient books and the jade slips of the exercises that he does not understand.

Although the handwriting is not good, it is still very serious and neat in the drawing.

After noon, he took the words he had copied in the morning and went to ask the patriarch for advice.

And after the patriarch finished explaining, he usually taught something else. The patriarch would collect these papers every day, stuff them under the table, and take out one every few days for a school exam.

There were as few as ten words on a piece of paper, and as many as a few crosses, and the result amazed him.

No matter how many times he took out a random one in the past few days, Shen Yun could easily recognize it word by word, at most there was a slight difference in the interpretation of the meaning of the word.

This can already be called unforgettable.

Later, the patriarch would not take the school again until ten days and a half had passed, but the result remained the same, which made him greatly admired.

Obviously, Shen Yun's talent in calligraphy and painting is not very good, if it is a few years earlier, the patriarch may still teach well, as long as the kung fu deep iron pestle is sharpened into a needle, it can always be tempered.

But now, the patriarch feels more and more that his energy is not good, and it is estimated that his days are running out, so he has to choose Shen Yun who is more interested or gifted in learning to give guidance.

For example, Shen Yun is very talented in chess, he basically learned it after only one day of teaching, and his level has improved by leaps and bounds;

But for divination, feng shui, and appearance, Shen Yun always listens and listens, either sleeping or wandering. I was so angry that I raised my foot and wanted to kick, but I didn't have the strength, and the kid couldn't cooperate with the pouting of his ass, so he had no choice but to give up.

A few months later.

The patriarch rarely tested Shen Yun's mastery of words, because the other party would hardly make mistakes, but the patriarch would still intercept those papers, planning to wait for a longer time and then conduct another spot check.

Now, most of the time in the afternoon, I only teach music or games.

Gradually, the patriarch discovered.

This kid often makes unexpected tricks, and at first it seems to be an inconspicuous move, but then it slowly reveals the subtleties of this chess piece, and often makes himself stunned.

Although it is not his opponent for the time being, he has occasionally won and lost.

As for the sound rhythm, Shen Yun really doesn't have much talent, but this kid likes this very much, so he occasionally takes some time out to give careful guidance.

Then he smiled and looked at Shen Yun's very devoted practice, as if he saw himself studying in his youth.

Forget about painting, Shen Yun has neither talent nor dislike, teaching this has no effect except to make himself angry, so he simply doesn't mention it.

For calligraphy, although Shen Yun is also congenitally deficient. But the patriarch still demanded that the other party must practice for a period of time every morning. Because the patriarch believed that writing was the basic skill of a literati, the words drawn were too embarrassing.

Shen Yun also thought so, and practiced diligently every day.

Every night, the patriarch always likes to look at the deep starry sky with a cane and sigh secretly.

is not only happy to meet Shen Yun, but also annoyed that the heavens are not beautiful.

It's a pity that I didn't meet this kid a few years ago, and now I am close to running out of oil, and I really don't have the energy to teach everything I have learned all my life......

Sangshan has a beautiful environment and is very clean.

Except for the afternoon study time, when someone would come to clean the courtyard, no one would enter or leave Shen Yun's small courtyard at all.

Now the mind of going out to find the fairy mountain is also light.

However, every night, the cultivation of Chiyan Jue has never fallen.

Shen Yun also wanted to learn more from the elders, so every night when he came back, he would read at night and review what he had learned during the day. After all, although the memory of an immortal cultivator is good, it will also be forgotten.

In this way, I practiced calligraphy, practiced the piano, and then looked for the jade slips and ancient books to ask for advice.

Such a laid-back and safe life is fascinating.

Unfortunately, the patriarch was seventy-nine years old and lacked vitality.

It is estimated that the journey to the west of the crane is also in the middle of the year. This made Shen Yun very sad and helpless, he liked and respected this old man from the bottom of his heart.

Shen Yun also tested that the patriarch did not have a spiritual root, and he even tried to instill mana through the trumpet veins to see if he could increase the vitality of the patriarch, but it was obviously useless.

Shen Yun was reluctant to learn physiognomy, and always felt that physiognomy, divination, and feng shui were all nonsense, so he pretended to be distracted to avoid it.

It wasn't until many years later that he discovered that this was not the case. In particular, divination is a very advanced way of derivation.

Of course, this is a later story, not a statement.

In fact, Shen Yun is not very interested in playing chess, but it can be seen that the old man likes to play chess very much, so he will accompany him with this, after all, this is also one of the few pleasures of the old man.

The rapid progress of chess is mainly due to the strong memory and the number of moves that can be calculated quickly and economically.

Shen Yun also sighed secretly: "It's a pity that I didn't meet the old man a few years earlier, otherwise I could have gotten along well for a few more years, and the old man was in better spirits at that time, maybe I could find a way to help him regulate his body." ”

Bao Zhengchu rarely comes to the summer resort, basically only comes once every two months, every time he comes, he will always knock on the side to inquire about Shen Yun's studies, in general, quite satisfied.

However, he would send someone to come every month to send a few sets of clothes, shoes and socks to the elder and Shen Yun, and then learn about the living conditions of the two.

Just after the New Year, in the afternoon of this day, Bao Zhengchu came to Sangshan with many New Year's gifts.

The day before yesterday, a heavy snow made the entire Sangshan Mountain clothed in silver, scorching under the sun, and the snow-covered roof cornices, occasionally revealing a touch of bright red, even more enchanting.

The fragrance of plum blossoms floated, Bao Zhengchu walked on the grass with a smile on his face, "crunching" and walking through the snow, just entered the courtyard, and happened to hear the patriarch being angry.

"Stinky boy, hurry up and get out of the old man!" As the old man burst into a shout, Shen Yuncang fled from the attic in embarrassment, followed by a chess piece thrown out.

"Bang Bang Bang" fell to the ground.

"Old man, it's just wrong! It's just wrong!" Shen Yun grinned, shouting inside as he fled.

Bao Zhengchu looked at Shen Yun like a goose, not knowing why he offended the patriarch, and he didn't know what to say.

Shen Yun turned his head, only to see Bao Zhengchu, and hurriedly smiled and saluted: "Ah, Uncle Bao is here!" and turned his head to the inner room and shouted: "Old man, my Uncle Bao is here!"

After a while, I saw the patriarch standing at the door with a cane, smiling, how could he be a little unhappy.

Bao Zhengchu found out that the old man and the young were very compatible, so he turned his anger into joy, and he didn't care about Shen Yun's address to the elder.

I wanted to ask the patriarch why he was angry just now, but the patriarch always cleverly diverted the topic, and Shen Yun laughed and didn't answer, so he had to give up.

How did Bao Zhengchu know that in the past six months, the patriarch's name for Shen Yun has become: boy, bad guy, stinky boy; Shen Yun is not to be outdone, from a mentor to an old man, and then to an old man.