After falling in love with the general online, I won by doing nothing

Bai Wei pricked up her ears and listened for a long time, "I didn't hear any piano sound. Miss Qingyi, you must have heard it wrong, right?"

Xue Cha also said, "I didn't hear it either."

"Really?" Although Feng Qingyi was puzzled, she didn't want to find out.

"Miss Qingyi, that's the Youran Pavilion. Let's go and take a look." Bai Wei pointed to the pavilion opposite.

Feng Qingyi looked over there and found that many people gathered there.

"What are they doing over there?"

Bai Wei said, "Maybe someone is writing poems and painting there. Let's go and take a look."

Feng Qingyi followed the two into the pavilion and saw an old man with a white beard painting with his head down.

Feng Qingyi leaned forward and looked at his appearance carefully. Isn't this the owner of the mobile phone repair shop?

"Boss, do you still remember me? You helped me change the screen before!"

As soon as Feng Qingyi finished speaking, she was squeezed away by the people next to her.

"Who are you? Didn't you see the master is painting? Why are you making such a fuss?"

"That's right, get out of the way!"

Bai Wei supported Feng Qingyi, "Miss Qingyi, how are you? Are you hurt?"

Feng Qingyi shook her head, "I'm fine. Do you know who is painting?"

"I don't know." Bai Wei replied.

Xue Cha said, "Miss Qingyi, I know, he should be the first painter of Tianqi, Qian Jue."

This title is quite famous. Feng Qingyi stood on tiptoe to look at his paintings.

She learned traditional ink painting in the virtual classroom, but the paintings in front of her didn't look like masterpieces by famous artists. Instead, they looked like random paintings.

"Bai Wei, Xue Cha, what do you think of his paintings?"

Bai Wei shook her head, "I haven't learned to paint, so I don't know."

"I don't know either, but the painting seems pretty good." Xue Cha said.

"I think if it's at this level, he shouldn't be called the first painter."

As soon as Feng Qingyi finished speaking, the person next to her couldn't stand.

"You dare to question Master Qian Jue, who do you think you are?"

"The master was deified with one of his paintings, and even the late emperor praised it."

"Master Qian Jue's paintings are worth a fortune, and you, an ignorant person, are talking nonsense here."

"She is a typical example of pretending to know something. Don't pay attention to her. She was the one who was making a fuss just now, and she must be trying to attract the master's attention."

"A woman, why is she not at home to take care of her husband and children and come out to join in the fun?"

"..."

Feng Qingyi didn't expect that she would be criticized just for whispering her opinion to Bai Wei Xuecha.

It's just that the paintings of this so-called master are really perfunctory, and she can paint better than this one.

But the words of the people around her made her wonder for a moment whether she didn't know the business or the onlookers didn't understand.

"Miss Qingyi, let's go back!" Bai Wei was worried that Feng Qingyi would feel embarrassed, so she suggested leaving.

Even though everyone around her looked at her with disdain, Feng Qingyi remained unmoved.

The painter looked exactly like the boss of the mobile phone repair shop who replaced the screen of her mobile phone.

She should wait here until he finishes the painting and chat with him.

After Qian Jue finished the painting, he slowly stood up, and the crowd of onlookers immediately became excited.

"Master Qian Jue, is this painting for sale today?"

"Master, I'll give you 100 taels."

"I'll give you 150 taels."

"200 taels."

"..."

Feng Qingyi felt as if she had strayed into an auction. In the end, the painting was bought by a young man at a high price of 1,000 taels.

Feng Qingyi was very shocked. If such a painting was worth 1,000 taels, she should be able to become rich.

Take the silver back to exchange, one tael of silver is about 170 yuan, and one thousand taels is 170,000 yuan.

In addition, such a painting does not require too much effort at all, and she can paint several paintings a day.

After the painting was sold, the people around gradually dispersed, and Feng Qingyi followed Qian Jue.

"Little girl, why are you following me?"

Feng Qingyi asked: "You changed the screen of my phone before, do you remember?"

"I don't understand what you are saying?"

Feng Qingyi couldn't tell anything from his face, and didn't know whether he really didn't understand or was pretending.

"Are you the first painter of Apocalypse?"

Qian Jue stroked his beard, "Girl, are you interested in painting? I think you are quite talented, how about being my apprentice?"

"... If you are at this level today, then I think you should not be able to teach an apprentice."

Qian Jue laughed, "You are quite knowledgeable, but since I can be called the first painter, I must have strength."

"Then why did you paint like this today?" Feng Qingyi asked.

Qian Jue brushed his sleeves, "I was just bored today and painted casually in the pavilion, but unexpectedly, I was recognized by tourists. Since they are willing to pay a high price, how can I not sell it."

"Oh, so that's the case. By the way, have you really never seen me before?" Feng Qingyi asked another question.

Qian Jue seemed a little impatient, "If you say this to a young and beautiful man, you may get a positive answer, but I really haven't seen you."

"But I think you are quite knowledgeable, so why don't you take me as your master? The next time you ask me this question, I can answer that I have seen you."

Feng Qingyi said: "You didn't even let me see your level. How dare I become a disciple like this without knowing anything about it."

"My name is so famous, you will make a lot of money by becoming my teacher." Qian Jue said.

Feng Qingyi stared at him again, "Why do I feel that you are so angry? You don't look like an old man."

"...Really? That might be your illusion."

"From now on, you will be my disciple. If you have any questions, come to Wenyuan Pavilion to see me. You will take the first step today."

Feng Qingyi saw his figure disappear in a flash and froze on the spot.

She doesn't seem to have agreed to be his apprentice. Why don't you ask her opinion when accepting an apprentice now?

Bai Wei and Xue Cha ran over panting.

"Miss Qingyi, I finally found you. I was scared to death. We thought we had lost you."

"I'm sorry for making you worry. I just went to see Qian Jue." Feng Qingyi said.

Xue Cha said: "But Master Qianjue left there after selling his paintings. Why did you come here?"

"Where did you leave from?" Feng Qingyi asked.

Xue Cha pointed at the direction they came from, and Feng Qingyi turned around and looked at the direction she had just followed.

This is totally the opposite. Is he still unable to master the clone technique? It seems that there must be something wrong with Qian Jue.

"Do you know where Wenyuan Pavilion is?"

Xue Cha replied: "Wenyuan Pavilion is in the Hanlin Academy, where Master Qianjue takes up his post. If Miss Qingyi comes to see him, she can send her a greeting card in advance."