Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 40 God and Form

These are his skills in Kyushu. Today is the first time Lu Mingfei has written a pen after he came back. The ink brush and rice paper made by modern craftsmanship are good, but they are somewhat lacking in charm when Lu Mingfei uses them. After all, modern No matter how efficient the craft machine is, it cannot compare with the works of master craftsmen who have put their painstaking efforts into it.

Well, it barely works.

Calligraphy and painting are calligraphy and Danqing. Lu Mingfei Danqing has "Tian Shui" handed down from generation to generation, so calligraphy is weaker. Therefore, after seeing the calligraphy class today, I became interested.

He has no requirements for the environment of calligraphy and painting. Even if he is surrounded by five or six-year-old children, when he really wants to write, he has to concentrate on the strokes and strokes without being distracted for a moment.

It's a pity that the crying was too loud and the classroom was full of noise, but this time it could only be abandoned halfway.

Lu Mingfei sighed slightly, but at this moment, he had an imposing bearing. He was completely different from the lonely young man who was sitting on the roof watching the sunset burn and crash.

He went straight out of the classroom and closed the door gently. Teacher Wang came forward and told about the intention of everyone in the thirteen martial arts gyms to sign up.

Lu Mingfei nodded and agreed.

Teaching one is also teaching, and ten or a hundred are also teaching. When he was free in Kyushu, he once instructed the soldiers under his command to practice martial arts.

It is precisely because of this that he has accumulated a huge amount of experience, and he has gained some experience in teaching martial arts.

What's more, after the unification of Kyushu, Da Zhou accepted the world's martial arts into Tiandi Pavilion. He studied in it for three years to create a heavenly pile, and he became very familiar with the world's martial arts. but.

"Remember to find someone to pay the registration fee."

Lu Mingfei earnestly taught.

This is the key point, every student gets a share, as the head coach, besides the basic salary, each student can also draw [-]% of the turnover, Lu Mingfei, who is running away from home, can rely on this for his food.

"Okay, let's break up, don't gather here, and delay people's study."

Lu Mingfei waved away people, and then returned to the classroom.

After this, the children's crying stopped, and the female teacher breathed a sigh of relief, but Jian Dao Mingfei's face tensed up when he came in again.

Oh my god, what did she see? The people surrounded outside just now are fierce and wounded. No matter how you look at them, they are all gangsters. Didn't they scare the child to tears? So what is the origin of this young man? so afraid of him.

No need to think about it at all, the answer is already ready to come out, the prince of the black...*dao, has the power of life and death in his hands, and countless people are heartbroken by it.

So much so that after the free practice ended, the female teacher gave another lecture, and after finishing a paragraph, she carefully went to see Lu Mingfei and asked.

"Do you think I'm right?"

Lu Mingfei... Lu Mingfei thinks that girl, you don't seem to have a bright mind.

Finding that the prince Lu Mingfei was silent, in fact he didn't know what to say to make sense, you are the teacher, the girls on the podium almost trembled.

Mom, I'm so scared.

In the evening, all the classes in the Children's Palace had dispersed. Lu Mingfei stretched his waist, carefully rolled up the manuscript, and got up to go outside.

Several museum owners were already waiting at the door. Seeing Lu Mingfei coming out, they rushed forward to help take the copybook from Lu Mingfei's hand.

"Teacher, you rest, we'll take it."

Lu Mingfei nodded.

"Let's put it in the practice room first, I'll pick it up tomorrow."

Then he turned to wash his hands.

These things are left over from his afternoon rest, and he will naturally leave some manuscripts with calligraphy and painting. From Lu Mingfei's point of view, these copybooks are just ordinary and of little value, but it is a pity to lose them. He plans to find a temporary residence tomorrow. The house will be dealt with later.

He must be looking for a house. He still doesn't really want to go back to his uncle's house. He needs to give himself some time to adapt, so he wants to live outside for a while, as a buffer period after returning from Kyushu.

The idea held by the several museum owners is very simple. The so-called master has something to do and the disciples do their best. Since they have learned martial arts with Yan Luo, they can perform more in front of this teacher. Maybe they can learn more tricks and half styles. The general rule is good of.

They just have nothing to do when the teacher washes their hands. They can't rush in and say, "Teacher, let me wash your hands quickly, and they will most likely be beaten to death.

Bored in every possible way, someone became interested in the manuscript paper in his hand.

I don't know how the teacher has studied for an afternoon.

Unable to bear the curiosity, he stretched his neck to make sure that the teacher was still washing his hands, and he said to himself to take a look at it, it would be troublesome to wash his hands with ink, and the teacher would definitely not notice it, while carefully opening the copybook.

As soon as the word came into his eyes, he gasped lightly, his eyes straightened.

"What's the matter, what are you looking at?"

The movement here quickly attracted the rest of the people.

When they saw someone reading the teacher's practice copybook, they couldn't help being curious, and they all turned their heads to look at it.

"It's interesting, hey!"

"Tsk tsk, this time the bee must have been around for a few years."

"You are all small ways. If you want me to say, the first thing in calligraphy is the spirit, and the second is the form. Don't worry about the teacher's words. You have to pull it out and look at it from the overall perspective."

"Hey, you're right, you've done some research."

"Don't tell me, there is really Zhang Han's food post in his family. Last time I went there, I showed it off to me, saying that it was passed down by the master. If you dig through the sundries and find it, it will be a treasure."

"Cold food post! It's the cold food post written by the old master Su Shi of the Northern Song Dynasty! The cold food post is known as one of the three great running scripts in the world!"

The knowledgeable people exclaimed.

"What's the noise, what's the noise!"

The martial artist who found out the cold food post at home wanted to sew the big mouth shut with a needle.

He glanced left and right vigilantly, for fear that someone would miss his baby after hearing it.

"What kind of cold food post! Can I, a poor martial artist, be able to keep old master Su's original work!"

"I don't even think about it!"

After complaining a few words, he softened his tone again.

"Copying, just copying, but some years ago, it must be something from the Ming Dynasty, and the author is still a little hot. In my opinion, it is at least three points as true as Old Master Su."

As he spoke, he was full of pride. That's right, a person who can show his precious copybooks to the guests who come to the door is more or less showing off.

"That's more or less an antique."

"It's good luck."

The rest congratulated and said a few good words.

"Since you have such good things at home, why don't you give me a hand to see how good the teacher's copybook is."

The man reserved a few words, and nodded in response.

"Let me tell you first, my level is limited, so don't laugh if there are discrepancies."

"That's that."

"How could I laugh at you!"

The man opened the copybook in a dignified manner, looked up and down, frowned, and kept his mouth shut.

The few remaining martial artists looked impatient, but they couldn't say anything, so they could only wait.

"It's a pity, a pity."

After watching for a long time, the man shook his head and sighed.

"what happened?"

"is there a problem?"

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