Chapter 8: The True【Part 1】

In order to visit his future father-in-law's family, Zhang Yuan prepared a lot of gifts, prepared a few gourd monkey wine, a pair of famous calligraphy and paintings and a set of excellent four treasures in the study; prepared a set of gorgeous jewelry produced in Santa Red Cloth Bags and a jade Ruyi for his fiancé Lu Hui; prepared a music box, a one-meter-high bear doll and a set of jewelry for his fiancé Lu Hui.

Zhang Yuan found Zhang Sihu, selected the gifts for Lu Hui, and then handed the gifts to Lu Hui, and presented them one by one, and the gifts were released one by one...

Lu Hui is a child's character. She holds a bear doll in her right hand, a music box in her left hand, and wears new jewelry on her head. She smiles "giggle" and is so happy.

However, Lu Hui was so excited that she wanted to show off her good things, she actually left Zhang Yuan in the yard and ran to the inner house to find her mother.

"..." Zhang Yuan looked at Lu Hui who ran away and was speechless and wanted to follow him, but he was still an outsider and should not enter his inner house. After all, the inner house is the place where women live, and he cannot enter rashly, but if he doesn't follow him, he will be quite stupid in the yard again...

"Young master, when I was young, Mr. Lu was still in the study room. Why don't you go to the study room to talk to Mr. Lu?" Zhang Sihu suggested.

"...Well, let's go." Zhang Yuan hesitated for a moment, then turned around and walked towards the study room of Lu Mansion.

After a while, Zhang Yuan came to the door of the Lu Mansion Study again and knocked on the door. He heard the sound of "coming in" from inside, and then he walked into the study...

Zhang Yuan walked into the study room and walked through the bookshelf. He saw Lu Heng standing in front of the desk, as if he was painting something. He walked to Lu Heng's desk. Before he could speak, Lu Heng spoke first, "Where is Hui'er?"

"Haha, I'll give you some gifts from Sister Huier. Sister Huier likes them very much and said she wanted to show them to my aunt, so she ran to the backyard." Zhang Yuan said with a smile.

"This frizzy girl." Lu Heng smiled and scolded, then continued: "You can find a stool to sit on it yourself, you don't need to be polite."

"Okay." Zhang Yuan responded, but instead of looking for a stool to sit down, he walked to the desk and looked at the scroll of Lu Heng's painting. He only drew a prototype, but it could be seen that the painting was a snow scene.

Zhang Yuan just wanted to take a look, but Lu Heng thought Zhang Yuan was interested in painting, so he smiled and said, "My nephew, have you learned painting skills?"

"I understand a little bit, but I can't get on the table." Zhang Yuan said with a smile.

This "understanding a little bit" is not a polite word, because Zhang Yuan really understood a little bit. When he was in college in his previous life, he took an "art appreciation" class to collect graduation credits. Although he was a waste of time in class, in order to successfully receive customers and obtain credits, he wrote art appreciation papers and drew several pictures.

"Oh? You, a child from a military family, don't learn chess skills, but instead learn painting skills, hahaha." Lu Heng said in a simple way that Zhang Yuan is a "alternative", but there is no sarcasm, it's just a little joke.

"Haha..." Zhang Yuan smiled with him, without refuting.

Lu Heng suddenly put down his brush and said, "I have nothing to do when I am free, how about drawing a picture?"

Zhang Yuan was stunned at first, then his mind turned on, and then said with a smile: "Just about to ask Uncle Lu for advice, that nephew has made a fool of himself."

Lu Heng smiled and removed the unfinished snow scene on the desk, put on white paper again, and made the brush and ink not accurate, and then made a "please" gesture to Zhang Yuan.

Zhang Yuan walked to the desk, rolled up his sleeves, and picked up the brush. However, after picking up the brush, he hesitated because he was not good at brush drawing at all, because he learned sketching...

Zhang Yuan hesitated for a moment, put down his brush, took out half a pencil from his arms, then looked at Lu Heng, who was full of confusion, and said with a smile: "What I am best at is hard pen sketching. I am not very good at soft brush drawings. I should draw with my own pencil."

Zhang Yuan always carries a small notebook, a pencil, a rotating pencil sharpener and an eraser with him. The small notebook records some important things, written in simplified Chinese characters. Only he can understand simplified Chinese characters in this world, so there is no need to worry about secret leakage after losing them.

"Hard stroke?" Lu Heng was a little surprised, then looked at the "pencil" in Zhang Yuan's hand, hesitated for a moment, and then continued, "You can draw and take a look."

"Okay." Zhang Yuan did not hesitate, leaned in front of the table, with his palm roughly measured the height of the scroll, estimated the size, and then wrote in a golden ratio. What he wanted was a rabbit, and the exact sketch of the rabbit eating grass.

Zhang Yuan was seriously drawing a rabbit eating straw, but Lu Heng looked at Zhang Yuan in surprise, because Zhang Yuan's actions were indeed very "weird". The things in his hand could be painted one after another without any ink. There was also a strange white object that could wipe off the ink marks on it...

After the rough outline of the rabbit was drawn, the pencil tip was not enough, so Zhang Yuan took out the pencil sharpener, rotated it twice with the pencil sharpener, and then continued to depict the rabbit eating a sketch...

Lu Heng never made a sound and silently observed Zhang Yuan's description. At first, he thought it was Zhang Yuan's play, but gradually he discovered the trick. It was not Zhang Yuan's painting skills, but Zhang Yuan's calligraphy and painting skills were very unique. Looking at the rabbits painted again, they gave people a strong three-dimensional sense, and even gave people a lifelike feeling.

Half an hour later, after finishing the drawing of a rabbit eating straw, Zhang Yuan picked it up and admired it. He felt that there was nothing to be modified. Then he turned to look at Lu Heng and said with a smile: "Uncle Lu, please check it out."

Lu Heng took the scroll and carefully admired it. A thoughtful look appeared on his face. After a moment, Lu Heng put down the scroll and said with a smile: "Nephew, where did you learn the art of painting?"

"This is a painting technique in the extreme west. My nephew studied for a short time and only learned some fur. He just regarded it as a graffiti to relieve boredom." Zhang Yuan said with a smile.

Lu Heng stroked his beard and said, "This Western painting technique is very strange. So, are the tools you use for painting also objects from the extreme western regions?"

"That's right." Zhang Yuan said.

"Haha, it seems that there are so many talents in the West. You can think of such strange painting techniques and create such simple calligraphy and painting tools." Lu Heng said this, as if he had thought of something, and then said: "I remember that Zhenbaoxuan seemed to be opened by you, and it also sells some strange things from the extreme west. I wonder if there are these tools in Zhenbaoxuan?"

"Yes, yes, but they are not sold products, and only clerks can use them. If Uncle Lu needs them, I can ask the store to send you a few sets." Zhang Yuan said.

"Haha, then I'll have more nephews." Lu Heng said with a smile.

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Zhang Yuan stayed in Lu Mansion for most of the day, had lunch with his future father-in-law, mother-in-law and fiancée, drank a few cups of afternoon tea, and then said goodbye and left.

After Zhang Yuan walked out of Lu Mansion, he breathed a sigh of relief for no reason. He took a few deep breaths, got on the carriage, and Zhang Sihu drove the carriage and headed straight for Zhang Mansion.

The carriage was walking on the street, and Zhang Yuan looked outside through the small window of the carriage. It was winter, and the weather was cold, and there were few pedestrians on the street. Even the heroes of the world rarely traveled around in the world in winter. After all, the weather was too cold, and people were too lazy to move on their bodies. Besides, it was winter now, if they were hurt, they would suffer.

Zhang Yuan looked out of the carriage and suddenly saw a familiar figure. It turned out to be the disciple of Master Liujue, the little monk Lezhen, who was begging for alms on the street with a bowl.

"Sihu, stop." Zhang Yuan said.

Zhang Sihu didn't ask the reason and immediately pulled the reins. After the carriage stopped, Zhang Yuan left the curtain on the small window of the carriage. He carefully looked at the figure of the monk Zhen and confirmed that the person was really the monk Zhen. Then he was a little surprised and said to himself: "Line is the disciple of Master Liujue, the leader of the Buddha's heart, how could he come out to beg for alms in person?"

Zhang Yuan lifted the curtain of the carriage, got out of the carriage, jumped off the carriage, and then walked straight towards Li Zhen. At this time, Li Zhen was begging for alms to a shop selling steamed buns. However, it is now a year of disaster, and white steamed buns are very expensive. The owner waved impatiently. The little monk Le Zhen was not angry. He clasped his hands together, bowed, and then turned around and walked away. At this time, Zhang Yuan was walking towards him. Li Zhen seemed to have noticed it and turned his head to look at Zhang Yuan...

Zhang Yuan walked to Zhen, and Le Zhen first bowed to Zhang Yuan with his hands together and said, "I have met Mr. Zhang."

Zhang Yuan folded his hands together, then said, "Let's really, long time no see."

"I have never seen each other since Qingquan City." Le Zhen said lightly.

"Haha." Zhang Yuan smiled, looked at the empty bowl again, and said, "Why did you come out to beg for alms in person? And don't the monks in Qingyuan Temple never beg for alms in the city?"

Qingyuan Temple is one of the top ten sects in the world. It has many industries and is rich and rich. If you beg for alms in Anmin City, it will be criticized. Therefore, the monks in Qingyuan Temple never beg for alms in Anmin City. In order to preach Buddhism, they occasionally give alms in the city.

"Amitabha, the little monk has left Qingyuan Temple. He has no money and is suffering in his stomach. He has to beg for alms in the city." Le Zhen said lightly.

Le Zhen's tone was very calm, but his eyes were a little dim. Zhang Yuan was surprised at Le Zhen's departure from Qingyuan and said, "Have you left Qingyuan Temple? Did you really disband Qingyuan Temple as Master Liujue said? No, why did I hear it?"

Although Zhang Yuan was not very concerned about external affairs, Zhang Chong reported to him from time to time some external affairs, especially the situation of An Minjun and major events in the martial arts world. Zhang Chong could not not tell him such a big thing as Qingyuan Temple disbanded.

"Amitabha, Qingyuan Temple has not been dissolved, but at this time, Qingyuan Temple is no longer the authentic Buddhist sect, and there is no Buddhist disciple in the temple." Le Zhen said lightly.
Chapter completed!