Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 39
"Next is the time for free practice, please take out the copybooks..."

"it is good!"

There was a little milk boy by the window who carefully arranged the ink bottle and writing brush, and unfolded the copybook. His chubby little hands struggled to hold the pen. It could be seen that the movements were stiff, but it was generally true that he was a hard worker.

He traced a line according to the copybook, and then nodded like a little adult, very satisfied.

Putting down the pen, the little milkman is ready to relax for a while.

I saw him turn his head left and right, looking into the distance.

He saw the row of adults outside the window.

The martial artists headed by Mr. Wang also saw him.

This is how the world looks in the eyes of the little milkman.

Outside the window stood a group of strong adults who looked like ghosts and ghosts, all of them were blushing, and some of them were wrapped in bandages, like mummies in picture books!
He burst into tears.

Anyone who has brought up children knows that human cubs are quite amazing. As long as one starts to cry, the second and third will surely follow, and the voices are getting louder than the other, like a competition. .

The female teacher became anxious all of a sudden, comforting and comforting here, saying not to cry or crying, busy running around.

Lu Mingfei frowned slightly, he put down his pen, and there was a half-written post on the paper.

Although he assumed the position of head coach of the kendo class, these students of his were not in good condition, um, they were mainly beaten by him.

Therefore, it is not appropriate to let them stand in the afternoon.

Lu Mingfei simply assigned the homework of horse steps to give them a solid foundation. He himself saw this calligraphy class after a stroll. It was also a coincidence that yesterday he forcibly opened the hopeless sky, which was somewhat detrimental to his spirit. Lu Ming Feiben just wanted to find a place to repose, so he came to this calligraphy class.

Yan Luo's martial arts is the best in the world. This is something that people in Kyushu know, but few people know that his calligraphy and painting are also unique.

Speaking of Kyushu warriors who can achieve greatness, they have more or less personal hobbies, such as playing the flute or playing the piano, or indulging in mountains and rivers. In the words of martial arts, it is the method of cultivating the spirit.

From non-human to alien, the spirit of warriors will undergo a transformation, and Yangshen lays the foundation for this transformation.

If Kyushu had StarCraft, Lu Mingfei would not hesitate to use games to refresh his mind. Maybe this way, he would be able to achieve Waigang a little faster.

Unfortunately not.

He chose painting and calligraphy.

It's subversive to say the least, who would have thought that Yan Luo's way of rejuvenating the mind, which is so powerful in the world, is actually calligraphy and painting. The kind of literati and madmen who indulge in splashing ink on rice paper and finish writing, laughing and even talking about goodness and kindness are all the same. Yan Luo doesn't match.

In the eyes of the world, even if Yan Luo cultivated his mind, he must have cultivated an unparalleled murderous heart in the killing.

But the fact is that, Lu Mingfei not only rests his mind with calligraphy and painting, but also learns from the world's number one expert. In fact, it is easy to understand after careful analysis. Lu Mingfei's original idea was also simple.

"As long as I learn calligraphy and painting well, don't talk about Shana, Lelouch Naruto Gundam still wants to draw whichever painting."

With such lofty ideals, Lu Mingfei started to learn painting. The old man in the holy hand was also very good. He didn't teach anything. Maybe in his eyes, Yan Luo was a heinous devil. It is really unreasonable to hold him by the neck and force him to draw some degrading paintings.

But he eventually complied.

There is no way, Yan Luo is fast.

This teaching is terrible, the holy old man has lived most of his life, and he has never seen it before!
Leng is not seen!
I've never seen such a clueless one!

Every day, he blows his beard and stares, saying that he painted a phoenix and gave it to a chicken, but he painted a landscape, but the landscape looks like the underworld. The old man with holy hands would sigh from time to time. He felt that his fame in this life would be defeated by Yama. Empty.

When people mention him in later generations, they will definitely add one after the holy hand. He taught an apprentice who painted the phoenix as a chicken.

It's better to die as soon as possible, once and for all.

Yan Lumingfei also knew that he couldn't draw well, so when the old man got angry and yelled at him, he just listened happily, neither angry nor annoyed.

It’s just that the old man was scared enough. Every time after scolding Yan Luo, he would think more and more when he went back. What did he sit on? Teaching painting, holding the idea that the old man will die here today, but after a day of fear, Yan Luo didn't ask anyone to chop him, nor did he kill him with a palm. He was still learning painting as well as yesterday, with a playful smile, and occasionally he endured it. I can't stop scolding a few words and I agree with it.

As the days went by, the old man felt it occasionally.

This Yan Luohe is a bit interesting!
Lu Mingfei knew that he was stupid, and that his talent for painting and calligraphy was really bad, but he still wanted to learn.

So what to do, the stupid bird can only fly first.

He painted on horses in the march, in front of the opposing army, in the tents in the middle of the night, even when the wind blows and the snow falls.

The holy hand is also admiring.

It is true that he has never seen such an uninspired person as Yan Luo.

But he has never seen a person who is like Yan Luo who never gives up day and night.

With this kind of energy, Yan Luo's accomplishments in calligraphy and painting will not be small.

So judged by the Holy Hand.

But he also didn't expect that Yan Luo's later achievements would come to this!

That was the fifth year after Lu Mingfei studied painting.

It was midsummer, the sun was fierce, and the ground was hardened by the sun. They still had to march, and the soldiers were already extremely thirsty.

The little emperor, who was only a general at that time, was about to turn gray with worry. At this moment, there was a big river, the water was rushing, and the sky was raining again.

The soldiers lay down by the river to drink water, and opened their mouths wide to catch the rain. The gloom and gloom were swept away, and they were all joy of being saved from a desperate situation.

Lu Mingfei just had a feeling in his heart, unfolded the rice paper in the heavy rain, rubbed the ink and moistened the brush and finished it with one stroke.

The heavy rain drenched his whole body, but the drawing paper didn't stick at all. Lu Mingfei was completely focused on the painting, and he only cared about this square inch of strength, so he didn't care about himself.

The pen stops, the painting is completed, and the heavy rain stops.

A ray of rainbow light ran through both sides of the river and was erected above the army.

So far, the famous painting "The Birth of Tianshui" that has been passed down for thousands of years in Kyushu.

After seeing the painting, the holy hands stayed silent for a long time. He locked himself in the room for three days and three nights to copy, and the waste manuscript paper piled up like snow.

Goodbye Yan Luo, he said happily.

"You are done."

And full of expectation.

"Will you worship me as your teacher?"

Lu Mingfei smiled.

"Old man, you want to be my master, it's a beautiful idea."

"Believe it or not, my master got up and beat you to death."

The old man with sage hands blew his beard and stared at him again. He was angry. There are not many people in the world who want to worship him as a teacher. Even Waigang should respectfully call him a master. After all, calligraphy and painting are the best way to nourish the gods. He is a master of painting. Not yet Waigang's guest.

How can it be like this Yan Luo, it doesn't make sense, the more you think about it, the more you get angry, the more you think about it, the more you think about it, the more you look at "Tian Shui", the holy hand is discouraged. It is mentioned that even if Yan Luo is mediocre in martial arts, or even just a farmer in the countryside, this painting alone can leave a name in history and be admired by thousands of people in future generations.

So, the sage who couldn't figure it out had another hobby, going to block the road every day, begging for nothing to accept him as a disciple, or the kind of closed disciple who inherits the mantle.

There is no way, Yan Luo is no longer the elm head who painted the phoenix as a chicken. He, even if he starts to seal his pen today, just that pair of "Tian Shui" is enough to shine on the lintel and last forever.

(End of this chapter)