A thousand enlightenments in one night, starting from being a menial apprentice.

Chapter 34 The Scholar's Doubts

Duan Rong walked to the desk of the thin scholar and deliberately coughed twice.

The thin scholar raised his head, put the pen in his hand on the pen bed of the desk, and said in a clear and elegant voice: "Sir, are you writing a letter for me?"

It seems that most of the people who patronize this scholar are there to write letters for others.

But with this kind of business, how much money can you make?

"I want to see the paintings. I recently built a new house, and I was thinking of hanging a painting in the main room as decoration." Duan Rong replied with a smile.

The thin scholar immediately came over politely and asked, "Sir, do you want a landscape painting? Or a warrior painting?"

The profit from selling a painting is much greater than that from writing a letter.

If I really sell one, I can add a meat dish today.

"Let me take a look first." Duan Rong walked to the painting behind the scholar and looked at it carefully.

Because he had already devoured and digested the spirit of the Painting of Ladies at Night, he now had reached the initial stage of the art of painting.

After digesting and absorbing this state, you will naturally have a broader vision.

As soon as Duan Rong saw those paintings, he realized that the style of this scholar and the beautiful lady with the wonderful brushwork in the erotic palace were completely different.

His paintings of warriors are far better than those of ladies.

It seems that every scholar has a dream of becoming a knight!
"How much is this one?" Duan Rong asked, pointing at one of the paintings.

The painting was of a young knight wielding a sword and practicing martial arts, with strange rocks and bamboo forests behind him.

This is just an ordinary painting, but it is quite artistic.

When the thin scholar saw Duan Rong pointing at the painting, his eyes suddenly lit up. This painting was the most proud work of his painting career.

"This painting costs three taels of silver." The thin scholar suppressed the throbbing in his heart and spoke calmly.

In fact, his paintings usually cost one penny of silver, but for some reason, he subconsciously said three pennies.

He didn't want to cheat Duan Rong, but he subconsciously didn't want to sell the painting.

"Please help me wrap it up." Duan Rong said.

"Ah..." The scholar was stunned.

Duan Rong took out three coins of silver from his inner pocket and handed it to the thin scholar.

The thin scholar looked at the silver in Duan Rong's hand, and suddenly blushed, saying: "Ah... No, no, actually... I don't need that much!"

"Didn't you just say three cents?"

"Yes... I was wrong just now... One penny is enough..."

Duan Rong was slightly stunned. This was too honest.

No wonder people say scholars are poor, they give away all the money they earn.

Duan Rong stuffed three taels of silver into the scholar's hand. "You are reluctant to sell your masterpiece?"

The scholar was stunned by Duan Rong's words and said quickly, "Sir, you chose this one at first sight. You are an expert. It's not a waste."

Duan Rong smiled and said, "Then why don't you pack it for me?"

"Please wait a moment, sir."

The thin scholar originally thought that Duan Rong was a rough man who did not know how to write because of his short attire. However, Duan Rong's words just now revealed his thoughts. It can be seen that Duan Rong really has a good eye for paintings and his choice of this painting was not accidental.

The thin scholar took down the painting and rolled it up.

During this time, Duan Rong walked to the desk and found an unfinished landscape painting on it.

Although it was only half a picture, Duan Rong had already made a judgment.

This scholar is good at painting landscapes and warriors, but not at painting ladies.

This is probably not a question of ability, but rather a matter of not having the heart here.

It seems that this person is a person with noble interests.

Duan Rong suddenly saw the pen placed on the desk and pen holder.

Duan Rong's eyes flickered, he reached out and picked up the pen, muttering silently: "Read the spirit of the instrument."

Object: Wolf hair brush

Spirit Level: Level 1. Devouring Requirements: Host's Spirit Level (Satisfied)

Devouring effect: Basic level of divine writing

Duan Rong looked at the data that appeared before his eyes, smiled slightly, and said silently: "Swallow!"

The thin scholar wrapped up the painting and handed it to Duan Rong.

Duan Rong put down his pen, reached out to take it, bowed and said goodbye.

The thin scholar watched Duan Rong leave. He didn't know if he could ever paint a painting of the same quality as the second painting of the young warrior in his lifetime.

Some things are actually accidental gifts from fate and cannot be forced.

The thin scholar shook his head secretly, smiled lightly, walked to the desk, picked up the pen again, and prepared to finish the unfinished landscape painting in front of him.

As soon as the thin scholar put down his pen, his wrist paused, he let out a light exclamation, and looked at the pen in his hand with a puzzled look.

This wolf-hair brush was bought by his wife as a gift for him when they got married.

Because of the love between him and his wife, he has been using this pen for the past one or two years.

After a long time, I got used to it, and every time I held the pen, it was as if I had my own arm.

But today, it feels a bit awkward.

The thin scholar held the pen horizontally, placed it in front of his eyes, looked at the texture of the pen holder, and confirmed that it was the original pen.

"Strange, could it be that I am a little uneasy because I lost the picture of the young warrior?" The thin scholar's eyes showed deep doubts.

He suddenly remembered that when he was wrapping the painting, the customer seemed to have touched his pen.

"There are many strange things in the world, maybe..."

The thin scholar looked up at the street corner, but Duan Rong was no longer there...

Duan Rong walked across a street corner holding the scroll, and suddenly thought to himself, "Read the spirit of the instrument."

Object: Picture of a young warrior
Spirit Level: Level 2

Devouring requirements: Host's mental strength level 2 (not met)
Devouring effect: Godlike Writing, Elementary, Accidental Insight, Elementary

Duan Rong was stunned when he saw the data appearing in front of him.

"This……"

“I can’t even swallow it!”

"How could it be a second-level weapon spirit!?"

Duan Rong did not touch every painting hung by the scholar, so wouldn't that be just "touching it"?
But he still touched one of the paintings and read the spirit of the weapon. That was a first-level spirit of the weapon, and its devouring effect was only at the elementary level of "wielding a brush like a god".

Duan Rong looked at the swallowing effect and suddenly understood.

This painting is the result of the scholar's extraordinary performance, which is why it is so brilliant and unique.

"No wonder he was reluctant to sell this painting. It was a masterpiece that he came across by accident. I'm afraid he can never paint at this level again."

"However, it's a good thing that I devoured the spirit of his wolf-hair brush. Otherwise, I would have to go back to his place again. Wouldn't that arouse suspicion?"

Duan Rong read the spirit of the wolf-hair brush out of curiosity. When he saw that it was the same as the spirit he had read from the painting before, he swallowed it directly.

Duan Rong went to the shop that sold the four treasures of the study again and replenished a batch of rice paper and dyes that were consumed yesterday, and then took them all back to the escort agency.

When Duan Rong walked back to the escort agency, it was just the beginning of the afternoon.

When he walked through the martial arts arena, he saw many bodyguards standing still or practicing various moves. However, Duan Rong turned around and walked towards the dormitory courtyard.

He needed to get some sleep to digest the spirit he had just swallowed.

Zhao Mu was standing in the martial arts arena. He had been standing there for two hours. Just as he finished his practice and was about to have a cup of tea and take a break, he saw Duan Rong walking by not far away.

Zhao Mu immediately shouted enthusiastically: "Rong boy, where are you going?"

"Ah... it's Master Zhao Mu. I... am going to the dormitory to sleep." Duan Rong smiled and turned to walk towards the dormitory.

Zhao Mu's eyes were filled with suspicion and he looked up at the sun.

"It's a good time in the daytime... Let's go to the dormitory and sleep... This child, is he having a bad brain lately..."

(End of this chapter)