The farm wife likes to farm

Chapter 230 The Second Test
The middle-aged man didn't go out for a long time, and he came back about a quarter of an hour later. When he came back, he also brought a man in a plain robe. The man was about 25 years old.He looks white and clean, and there is a certain charm in it when he walks.

Su Qingyun guessed that he should be a master.

Sure enough, after the man stepped in, his eyes fell on Su Yangxuan, with a gentle smile on his face, he came over and stood in front of Su Yangxuan, and asked with a smile: "You What is your name?"

Su Yangxuan hurriedly cupped his hands and saluted, and replied unhurriedly: "Returning to Master, the boy's name is Su Yangxuan."

"Su Yangxuan..."

The young master chewed the name slowly, finally smiled, and said: "It's a good name."

"Thank you, master."

"..."

The master was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing, and asked, "Can you write all the words and articles you know how to write?"

Su Yangxuan blinked, not sure what Master meant, but still nodded: "Yes."

"Then write it now!"

Su Yangxuan: "..."

After being silent for a while, he nodded, and after obtaining the consent of the young master, he went to the desk and took out a clean piece of paper, followed his usual calligraphy practice steps, and wrote the poems taught to her by Su Qingyun and Fang Yishan. Song Fu and articles are written on the paper bit by bit.

He may have been a little nervous at the beginning, but at the end of the writing, he seemed to have become one with the words that accompanied him day and night, and he wrote the words smoothly and smoothly.

After writing one paper after another, he has not stopped writing.

About half an hour later, the young master suddenly interrupted: "How much more do you have?"

Su Yangxuan didn't hear it for the first time, and the master asked again in a raised voice, then he turned his head in a daze, blinked his eyes and thought for a while, then said: "Should be able to write until evening."

This is the pace he practiced every day. If he kept writing like this, he could write until it was dark, because... at that time, he could no longer see the light.

The young master went up and took a look at the article he wrote. The handwriting was neat and tidy, and there was not a single typo in the article, which made people look very comfortable.

There is no doubt that the child standing in front of him is a good seedling. If he is trained well, he is expected to gain fame in the future.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he turned his head to look at the middle-aged man and said, "Father, I accept this child."

Su Qingyun: "..."

Su Yangxuan: "..."

The middle-aged man laughed suddenly, turned his head to look at Su Yangxuan, blinked and said a little funnyly: "Boy, why don't you call me Master?"

After Su Yangxuan came to his senses, he hurriedly bowed his hands to the young man, his expression could not hide his excitement, and he said, "The disciple pays homage to the master."

"Okay, let's get up!" The young master seemed very satisfied with Su Yangxuan, he smiled and said, "My surname is Xia, you can call me Master Xia in the future." Turning his head to look at the middle-aged man behind him, He smiled and introduced: "This is the founder and dean of our Xiucai Institute. You can call him Old Man Xia in the future."

Su Yangxuan: "..."

"Hey, you are not old or young, I am your father, not some old man." Old man Xia immediately became anxious, and turned to Su Yangxuan and said, "I am Master Xia, this boy is nothing, you Don't listen to his nonsense. If you are not used to calling me uncle, you can continue to call me uncle in the future."

(End of this chapter)