Leaves fall without flowers [Legend of Chu Liuxiang]

Ye Chen dragged out the box under the bed, threw a painting in, closed the box lid, and Tian Liu's face appeared in front of his eyes.

"...Ah!" Ye Chen usually looks calm because of his own training, but it doesn't mean that he can withstand being frightened, otherwise he would not have been frightened like that by Chu Liuxiang back then. It aroused Tianliu's suspicion.

Tianliu: "Have you eaten meat?"

Ye Chen: "...No."

Tianliu: "No, why are you so panic-stricken, Sanmu, tell me, have you violated the precept of QAQ?"

"..." Ye Chen sat down on the box, "Master, you think too much, okay? We have been master and apprentice for so many years, and you would suspect me of violating the precepts, I am sad!"

Tianliu looked at him dubiously, "Monks can't lie...what's in that box?"

"...It's just letters." Ye Chen stood up, opened the box and showed Tianliu a look. It was indeed the letters he had exchanged with various people in the past few years.

Tianliu had good eyesight, and saw several scrolls inside, "Then what is that..."

Ye Chen: "Draw."

Tianliu: "What painting?"

Ye Chen: "It's just painting."

Tianliu: "..."

Ye Chen: "..."

Tianliu reached out to grab the painting, but Ye Chen raised his hand to block it, but Jiang was still hot, Tianliu somehow grabbed and pushed Ye Chen behind his arm, and picked up the painting with the other hand. one of the scrolls.

Ye Chen was helpless, but he didn't continue to stop him, he just watched Tianliu open the scroll.

This is really a painting, and it is not a erotic painting. On the contrary, it is a Buddhist temple, where incense is lingering, and a young monk cross-legged and palms together, with a pious posture.

The corner of Tianliu's mouth twitched, "...it's really a painting."

Ye Chen couldn't help but roll his eyes, "Of course, it's all about painting."

Tianliu looked at the painting carefully, and couldn't help but praise: "It's a good painting. This painting must have come from a famous teacher. I didn't expect you, Sanmu, to have such an appreciation ability, and... this little monk, it's all about you! It's kind of similar."

……that's me.

Ye Chen thought silently in his heart.

These paintings are all given to him by Wuhua Huahua. In the past few days, Wuhua has been practicing piano and painting every day. Most of the paintings are Buddhist monasteries, and then I always add a few strokes at the end to draw a cute little novice monk.After painting Wuhua, he would give it to Ye Chen casually. Because his attitude was too natural, Ye Chen was embarrassed not to pick it up. After he finished it, he was inexplicably embarrassed to put it out, and put it in his usual letter box. Today is just the right time. It was seen by Tianliu.

Tianliu praised that painting again and again, and picked up several others to look at one by one. Only then did he realize something was wrong, smelling the painting, "This...was painted in recent days?"

"……yes."

Tianliu looked at the painting carefully again, "...This little monk looks like you, or is you?"

Ye Chen could only nod his head, "It's me."

Tianliu is not stupid, he immediately reacted, "Wu Hua painted?"

"Hmm." Ye Chen rerolled the paintings he had seen, "Yes."

"Really..." Tianliu fiddled with the paintings, stood up without saying anything, and said, "Let's go, let's test your knowledge."

When Ye Chen went to Wuhua's place again, the figs were drawing again, as usual.

And it’s okay to say that a few times before, he always added a novice in the picture, which didn’t take up a palm-sized drawing paper. This time, the direct theme is the little novice driving the black. He is a seven or eight-year-old little novice, but his eyebrows are obviously Ye Shen.

Ye Chen came in to take a look, and couldn't help but say, "Brother, I'm fine and still fantasize about what I look like when I'm seven or eight years old."

Wuhua said indifferently: "It depends on what you look like when you are 27 or [-] years old?"

"I want to see what I look like when I am 77 or [-] years old, and whether I look like an eminent monk like my master." Ye Chen said casually.

Wuhua finished drawing the last crow with a few strokes, and the new ink was still wet, so he didn't care, wiped his hands, and handed the painting to Ye Chen.

Ye Chen didn't reach out to pick it up this time, but said half-jokingly: "Senior Brother, your paintings are all hung on the walls of my room, but there is no place to hang them."

"That can be hung in the dining hall or Yunshui hall." It doesn't matter if there are no flowers, just like what he painted is just a decorative painting.

Ye Chen wasn't sure what he was thinking, so he could only say with a dry smile: "Haha, then I'll go to the canteen." That's what he said, but how could he dare to go to the real canteen, it's very weird.

"Senior brother, what can you participate in today?" Ye Chen asked in a veiled way, but in fact he wanted to ask, senior brother, have you awakened today.

Wuhua didn't answer the question, "I think... Madam Ren's whereabouts should be known."

Ye Chen was taken aback, "Jinan is far away, we don't know yet." He was telling the truth, they didn't know about the news in Jinan so early.

Wuhua looked worried, "It's a pity..."

Ye Chen only thought that he was lamenting that their plan had aborted like this, thinking that it would be better to give up quickly.

After returning with today's painting, he happened to bump into Tianfeng who was also sitting in his yard with Tianliu. He hurried forward to say hello, "Master, uncle."

"En." Neither of them looked at the painting in his hand, but looked at each other, Tianliu said to Ye Chen: "It's almost time, you should go to Northern Shaolin."

"Ah..." Ye Chen didn't feel anything else, because the time was indeed approaching the North Shaolin Precepts Passing Conference, and it was almost time to go on the road at this time, but he thought that there was no result for Wuhua, so he couldn't help but feel a little worried.

Tianliu patted Ye Chen's head, "I will go on the road with you as a teacher."

"Master is still with me?" Ye Chen said with a smile.

"As a teacher, I was also invited to pass on precepts." Tianliu said, "I don't need you to take care of the things here in the future."

Tianfeng also nodded, "That's the way it is, nephew should concentrate on the North Shaolin affairs."

Ye Chen frowned slightly, "I've been in South Shaolin for three years, so I won't go to North Shaolin, so I just cut off the relationship. Uncle, Master, what exactly do you want to say?"

"You don't have to worry about Wuhua, it's an adult's business." Tianliu said.

Ye Chen was taken aback, feeling something was wrong, but before he could think it over, Tianfeng got up and said goodbye, "Junior brother, I'll come see you off tomorrow."

"Senior brother, go slowly." Tianliu also said politely.

Ye Chen was very upset, it seemed that he was deliberately driven to Northern Shaolin for no reason, but he couldn't refute, so he had to rush out with the scroll.

"What are you doing, Sanmu?" Tianliu called to him, and only now did he turn his gaze to the painting in his hand.

"The geese leave their voices, and the people leave their names!" After Ye Chen finished speaking, he ran away, ignoring the monks who greeted him, and ran to the dining hall, where he hung the painting without flowers on the most conspicuous corner of the dining hall. the wall.He always felt that Master's attitude had something to do with these paintings, running around and hanging the paintings, his innocence was gone.

Take a closer look at the painting after hanging it, and nod in satisfaction, "I'll hang up other paintings here and there..."