My Teacher is a Rebirthed Immortal

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The scene whispered, really because Chu Yi was too cruel.

The table, the drawing paper, and the floor were soaked with ink, ticking, and dripping continuously.

A piece of drawing paper is completely black, there is no landscape at all, it is all ink.

Everyone's face was black.

But some people snickered in their hearts.

Class teacher Gao Deshang was relieved: "This time you see how you end, offending the new headmaster. I don't think you can be a teacher, and no one will support you."

Gao Deshang highly respected Tian Qiu's educational philosophy. This is how they taught in their own class. Coupled with Chu Yi and his private enemies, he hoped that Chu Yi would lose even more.

At this point, as long as Chu Yi loses, I'm afraid he will get rid of it. He can't stay in this school at all.

"Look at the headmaster Tian, ​​it's awesome!" Some people exclaimed, and everyone's eyes were immediately attracted.

I saw that Tian Qiu was very free and easy. He was born elegant and elegant. At the age of thirty-five, the whole person wielded brushes, or hooked lines, or painted faces, and had ease of use.

"It's a very powerful ink, and there are layers of thick, light, dry, and wet changes." The well-understood teacher exclaimed, his eyes full of fiery heat.

At this moment, many teachers and students are very fond of this new principal. After all, the other party has real talents and learns. Only with this hand can they be ranked at the peak of China.

Tian Qiu glanced slightly, without a moment's surprise, but his eyes were more disdainful.

"In the landscape painting, there is a method of splashing ink, but do you think it was splashed with ink?"

The ink splashing method is to use a broad pen to dip the ink into uppercase to make the ink color produce various changes, where is Chu Yi's splashing.

However, Tian Qiu didn't care too much, and he had the winning ticket in his heart. At this time, he concentrated on his paintings.

"Teacher Chu, you have to draw another picture, why do you stand there?" Qian Xiaoshuai was about to cry, and his pack of spicy strips was gone.

"But I have finished drawing." Chu Yi shrugged, very leisurely.

"Aren't we Huaxia people paying attention to artistic conception? You see how artistically you are."

Everyone fell.

The artistic conception is a fart, completely dark.

At this time, the time had come, and with Tian Qiu's writing, his paintings were officially completed.

Everyone followed the reputation.

The ink was still dry, but somehow it looked more delicious.

One mountain, one tree, one wooden house.

It’s just a simple painting, but I don’t know why, everyone seems to be there.

"Good painting, good painting!"

There are several teachers who are quite familiar with landscape painting, applauding again and again, tears flashing in the corners of their eyes.

"I heard that as a landscape painter, you should have the spirit of a tour guide, and lead the viewers to browse the time together, to experience it, to enjoy it, to cultivate it, to achieve the relaxation of emotions, and the harmony of the soul, which is to relax."

"It turned out to be this feeling."

"President Tian's paintings have reached the point of fascinating, I wait for admiration."

Even those students who couldn't understand, at this moment, were also intoxicated and amazed.

Tian Qiu was proud and unavoidably proud. His level of landscape painting, even the top masters, was also admired, not to mention these ordinary people.

"Eh, after you have seen it, don't forget to look at me." Chu Yi shouted, fearing that others wouldn't see the same.

Wang Ling covered her eyes.

It's really terrible.

Everyone's eyes shifted. The landscape paintings they had seen were pleasing to the eye, but now they are just a piece of ink, and Chu Yi took it up and lowered it wetly.

Everyone felt a sense of constipation when they saw the toilet but couldn't pull feces.

"Teacher Chu, I don’t think a person’s ability and character have much to do with it. Your ability is not good. I can understand landscape painting. After all, there are specialties in art, but your character is not very good. A teacher is lying, how to teach students correctly?"

Tian Qiu carried his hands on his back, raised his chin slightly, and said righteously.

But he saw Chu Yi smiled slightly and said, "Principal Tian, ​​do you know what is the greatest fun in my life?"

"It is to defeat the enemy in his best field."

Tian Qiu's expression cooled down a little bit: "I still don't know how to repent. Your character is really not suitable for being a teacher."

"Until the end, the result is unknown."

With that, Chu Yi faced the crowd and shook his palm, and the ink dripped even worse.

"Teacher Chu is not like this." Dong Guohao wondered, he knew that this guy had a bad stomach in his heart.

"Look at that drawing paper!" Tan Yu suddenly surprised.

At this moment, I saw the ink on the drawing paper, which was full of ink, and the ink fell off at a strange speed.

Gradually, a little bit of landscape appeared in front of everyone.

"..."

"This! God is like God!"

Everyone held their breath, and the spicy strip in Qian Xiaoshuai's hand fell to the ground.

I saw that after a few tens of seconds, the original picture that had been terrible was already a landscape painting.

On both sides are tall, standing peaks, and there is a mountain road in the middle, as if it has been going to the depths, and there is no end.

Obviously this painting is simpler, but everyone is lost.

"How do I feel this mountain is not right."

"Looking sideways into a forest side peaking!" A teacher suddenly fell silent and surprised.

He moved to the left at once, to the right at once, or took a few steps back.

Every seat has a different view.

"What a nice view!"

The girls were amazed.

"Landscape teacher Shanshui pays attention to the "creation of teachers". It is necessary to be in the environment and above the environment, and to draw and watch the painting together." A teacher said with a trembling voice.

At this moment, he burst into tears, and somehow, his emotions were difficult to suppress.

"How is it possible!" Tian Qiu was stunned. When he saw Chu Yi's paintings appear, his soul was almost scared.

Not to mention the weird ink-splashing technique, this painting alone is already a masterpiece!

He did not believe, nor did he want to believe that a young teacher in his early twenties, without any background, could have such skill.

Is it true that there is no genius in this world.

"If the landscape painting of Principal Tian is the pinnacle, then the landscape painting of Mr. Chu is unheard of on earth."

Chu Yi smiled.

The scenery in his painting was taken from the corner of Tai Chi Sect.

He has stayed there for thousands of years, and after years of watching, he naturally integrated his charm into his soul.

One mountain and one stone, all in mind.

The writing is natural.

"Mom, my goose bumps are all up." Ma Xin yelled, and he shivered all over.

"Ms. Chu really is Mrs. Chu."

"A group of people were hit with a hot face. I like to watch their dumbfounded scenes the most."

The students in class 18 laughed.

What is an all-rounder, Mr. Chu is.

"But I was really upset to see him proud."

Guo Feifei blew his teeth.

Lu Jie on the side looked at it quietly, and the man stood in front of him, as if his whole body would glow.

However, at this moment, no one noticed the eyes of the nine Daoists.

He is not an ordinary person, but a half-step guru, unlike what ordinary people see here.

When the nine Daoists first saw this landscape painting, he saw not the mountains, but a giant sword that shook the sky.

Outsiders look at mountains, or forests or peaks.

Looking at him and looking at the mountain, it is a dazzling sword mang, a gentle sword mang, a thick sword mang.

His eyes continued to sink into it, standing still, still motionless.

I just feel that I'm content to stay in it all my life.

"Broken!"

Suddenly, Chu Yi's voice rang in his mind, and the nine Dao people were suddenly startled, and then he awakened, sweating.

"Teacher Chu, I feel like I am going to enter the guru, how did you interrupt me." Jiu Dao was aggrieved.

Chu Yi's voice came in.

"This is not your way."

"And do you know where this road leads?"

Nine Tao people shook their heads unaware that he hadn't even seen such a place, and he just felt wonderful.

"It's innate all the way!" Chu Yi's voice was smiling.

Nine Tao people stayed where they were, only thinking that their brains were buzzing.

"Who can see the end of the road can enter the innate realm."

The nine Daoists were terrified and their eyes were about to fall out.

What kind of painting is this?

All the way to congenital, so big tone.

"Then you..." The Nine Daoists also heard the same voice, because the congenital is too illusory, but some people can show this realm.

I saw Chu Yi smiled indifferently, standing on the spot and preaching: "What is innate."