After the divorce, the ex-wife kept losing her vest

Chapter 627 Who is the true disciple?

Nan Song also wanted to ask this question Luo Yin asked.

She never knew when Muzhou had accepted a female disciple like Song Xi.

From the biographical information of Song Xi she found, it was mentioned that she had studied painting and seemed to have won some painting awards, but there was no mention of a well-known painting teacher like Muzhou, which was inspirational and inspiring to Song Xi. A high-profile resume is too "low-key", and experience tells Nan Song that when things go wrong, there must be a monster. You must know that Ping Yu Jinwen's relationship with Muzhou only called him "teacher", while Song Xi But he directly called Muzhou "Master".

It seems that Song Xi is more like a disciple of Muzhou.

Compared with painting skills, Muzhou's more powerful skill is forgery.

Nan Song suddenly looked towards Song Xi's hand.

She had touched Song Xi's hand more than once. At first, she had doubted her identity and deliberately tested it. However, Song Xi's hand did not have calluses. Instead, it was very smooth and delicate. It could be seen that it had been well taken care of, more like There was no finger in the eldest lady's hand, so at first, she thought she was overthinking it.

Facts have proved that it was not that she thought too much, but that she had gone astray.

The fact that there are no calluses on his hands does not mean that Song Xi is not dangerous. Imagine a person who practices martial arts all year round and has no calluses on his hands. Is this scientific?
After learning about her relationship with Muzhou, Nan Song's doubts were solved and he knew why Song Xi had no calluses on his hands.

Because she can also lie.

Moreover, perhaps it is a metaphor for Jin Wen, a disciple who gave up after learning half the time, and got the true inheritance of Muzhou.

"I accepted him a long time ago. He is very talented in painting and is a good prospect. It's a pity..."

When Muzhou said this, he stopped suddenly and coughed heavily. He suddenly looked at Song Xi and said, "Xi'er, there are no outsiders here. This is your senior brother, A Jin. Xiao Song...you all have met. That's right? Your Uncle Song and Aunt Luo are all my good friends, so don't be so hostile to them."

"Master, of course I know him."

Song Xi suddenly showed a smile, "It's just your friend who doesn't seem to like me very much."

"You know you're an eyesore here, so why don't you just stay where it's cool and wait for me to treat you?"

Luo Yin unceremoniously "bombed" Song Xi away.

The smile on Song Xi's face suddenly faded, and her face became stiff, "Aunt Luo, Master is ill, and as his disciple, I have to serve him. Master has no children, so we disciples will naturally take care of him when he is old and dying. How can you do this?" What drives me away? The relationship between master and disciple is much closer than that between friends."

Hearing her talk about intimacy, Luo Yin smiled coldly.

"Why? Just because you were still spinning in your mother's womb when Muzhou and I met! Can you compare to me?"

Song Xi narrowed her eyes and wanted to say more, but Jiang Fan stopped her and advised her, "Don't say a word, the master is ill."

As if responding to the occasion, Muzhou coughed a few more times.

Nan Song's face turned serious. Looking at the situation in Muzhou, even if he didn't die of illness, he was still angry to death from this smoky environment.

She stood up and reached out to Jiang Fan, "Give me the phone."

Jiang Fan was startled and hurriedly handed over the phone.

Nan Song held her phone and waved towards the door, "Take your girlfriend and go, we don't need you here for the time being."

Jiang Fan was used to obeying Nan Song's orders, so he almost subconsciously agreed, and then went to hold Song Xi's hand, "Let's go first."

"Who said I was leaving?"

Song Xi broke away from Jiang Fan's hand and looked at Nan Song with cold eyes, "If you don't leave, why should I leave?"

"Because it's useful for us to stay, is it useful to you?" Nan Song felt that this person must be seriously ill. She couldn't understand him if he spoke politely to her, so he had no choice but to come here rudely.

"Nan Song!" Song Xi was really angry after being criticized again and again, "Don't go too far!"

"Did we go too far, or did you go too far?"

Nan Song lost his patience and said coldly: "Teacher Mu is so ill. As a disciple, you don't say you care about the master's illness and quickly ask the doctor to see you. Instead, you are pretending to be a disciple here. Is it interesting? What do you say? "When there is a problem, the disciple will do his duty." It sounds better when you say it than when you sing it. If you were really so filial, you wouldn't take care of Teacher Mu like this. Since you can't take care of him well, then let us take care of him. Teacher Mu is not the only one. You are a student, and so is my Ah Jin."

"Heh." Song Xi smiled contemptuously, "I am a 'disciple', and I am different from a 'student' like my senior brother."

"Isn't it just hypocrisy? I have learned from it."

Nan Song said lightly: "Not to mention that I have never seen your painting skills come close to those of Teacher Mu. Even if your skills are superb, it does not mean that your character is good. There are no great painters in the world, only great works. . We have plenty of time to discuss our painting skills. Now, if you don’t leave, I’ll have someone kick you out.”

She very coldly ordered Song Xi to be kicked out.

The scene once became ugly, and Song Xi's face was even uglier than this scene.

Song Xi had a sullen face and was about to say something else. Gu Fang said quietly, "Okay, stop arguing. Xiao Song, please stop saying a word."

Nan Song gave Gu Fang face and shut up for the time being.

Gu Fang said to Song Xi: "Song Xi, you and Jiang Fan should leave first. There are many people at home today, so I won't entertain you. Come and see Lao Mu when you have time."

The hostess has given an eviction order. If you don't leave, you will really become a scumbag.

Song Xi was very angry in his heart, but he managed a smile on his face, bent over and said to Muzhou: "Master, I'll leave now. I'll see you another day."

"Oh, good."

Muzhou breathed heavily, suddenly holding Song Xi's hand and saying, "That... thing is in the studio downstairs, you should take it with you."

Song Xi's eyes flashed slightly, as if he didn't expect Muzhou to suddenly say this.

The smile on her face seemed much more sincere this time, and she squeezed Muzhou's hand and said, "Okay, Master, I will take good care of it, don't worry."

As if she had obtained some heirloom treasure, Song Xi looked at Nan Song and Yu Jinwen provocatively, but unfortunately neither of them paid attention to her.

The purpose of this trip was achieved, and there was no need for everyone to yell at her. She left happily now.

On the contrary, it was Jiang Fan who turned back and took a deep look at Nan Song.

Slowly, he followed Song Xi's footsteps.

Perhaps, from the moment he made his choice, he and Nan Song were destined to part ways and drift apart.

Song Xi went out and heard the quarrel in the back room. Luo Yin yelled at Gu Fang angrily, "How can such a good person get sick just because he said he was sick? Why didn't you contact me earlier? Contact me now What's the use, I'm not really Hua Tuo, I can't even save you!"

A cold smile appeared on her lips.

The "Saint of Yilan" is, in the final analysis, just a mortal. She cannot defy heaven and cannot change her fate.

They are the only ones who can truly change the world.

(End of this chapter)