The rhythm and style of his body have perfectly blended in with the surrounding scene.

His powerful control of his own momentum has caused everyone around him to draw attention to his movements and ignore the clothes on his body.

In this way, he adopted the most standard gentleman's basic eight styles, and when he had not yet begun to draw the bow, he faintly recalled that he had fought with the traditional naval troops of the Japanese Kingdom many years ago.

But what he wanted to tell in his heart was a different set: At that time, he was in a hurry, and it didn't matter which country's bow and arrow you were?

Just use it when you catch it, and it doesn't miss the mark.

The bow of the Wa Kingdom is either you die or I die, and in the end it has evolved to such a point.

10,000 arrows hit more than 6,000 targets, which is the highest record in the dojo.

Hehe, where can you relieve the pressure of dying more than 3,000 times?

Thinking of Gu Zheng with this, the momentum on his body became more and more vigorous, and his eyes had a bit of fortitude in the battlefield, and under the quiet gaze of others, he made a complete set of bow-pulling and full moon movements like a peer.

There is not a hint of obscurity, and there is not a moment of pause.

Dazzling, it seems that everyone's eyes are not enough.

I only feel that Gu Zheng at this time, every node in his body is pregnant with the Tao, and every action is the rhythm of torturing the deepest part of his heart.

Beautiful, smooth, and unified.

In the process of this seemingly slow but fast set of bows and arrows, the original was revealed.

The full moon string of the oblique triangle was pulled away by Gu Zheng, and his eyes didn't even pay too much attention to the huge target like a thick disc.

Even if it was nearly thirty meters away, it was much bigger than the eyes of the eagles in the sky and the throats of the wolves on the ground.

He just swept his eyes lightly, and the arrows between his fingers erupted, and he moved forward bravely with the momentum of righteousness.

'Bang!'

The arrow, which was supposed to be here, was firmly rooted in the target.

The traces of the rain that shook it also bounced, splashing countless tiny splashes in all directions.

At this time, Gu Zheng's eyes were empty, his wrist relaxed, he put down the bow that had already released the arrow, gently put it down, sat cross-legged in the empty field, and bowed deeply to the people behind him who watched the arrow, so as to make the final end.

The venue was quiet, as if it was empty, but Professor Yang, who had seen Gu Zheng shocked the audience too many times, already had drug resistance and was the first to react.

He didn't care what the rules were after the bow performance, but he slapped himself very much.

Bang Bang Bang!

All right!

And the sound of this applause also shocked the hearts of the people around them.

Under the guidance of Professor Yang, everyone applauded together.

The Japanese people led by the Fujiwara family on the side were stunned.

If they didn't know the origin of this Gu Zheng, they would have thought that they had met the descendants of everyone who had been immersed in this Tao for many years.

And Fujiwara Hiroshi's classmates on the side were red and red, and their faces were red.

It was exciting! and ashamed!

Individual heroism is the eternal love in the hearts of young people who have been subordinate to collectivism since childhood.

They also expect that they are the incarnation of Gu Zheng at this time, and they can also shine so brightly on the field, and when the time comes, what is Cangzi, the campus goddess of Youzi, will all bow down under their crotch cloth.

It's a pity that the hero in the field only nodded slightly, got up again, retreated to the outside of the field, and sat behind Professor Yang as if nothing had happened.

Faintly, as if he had just drunk a glass of water.

The photographer on the side tried his best to calm the rhythm of his breathing, without making a little exclamation, and secretly saved the video of the set of bows and arrows that he had just taken.

God, the friendly exchanges between China and Japan, which have always been uneventful, usually can't even reach a piece of real news.

Now it has such an eye-catching selling point, if he can't cut out a wonderful video this time, he won't be a special reporter in the future.

And such a strange atmosphere was finally broken by Fujiwara Hao, who reacted, and he squeezed in the direction of Gu Zheng in some surprise, like a child worshipping idols, bowed his head and said, "Senior!

"May I ask which archery in China you are used to?"

China doesn't play the Japanese kyudo......

But Gu Zheng's discipline was guaranteed, and he did not leave it behind in front of foreign compatriots, he calmly returned: "Temujin is only a catty." ”

"What?"

This sentence was said in Chinese, and under the strange eyes of the Chinese delegation, Gu Zheng quickly waved his hand and smiled: "It's just because I like to come into contact with some bows in the archery hall." ”

"Maybe I'm a person who is more energetic in terms of sports, and I belong to the kind that can be understood at one point. ”

"So please don't care. ”

That's right, don't deceive children.

It wouldn't be nice if it caused some unnecessary international repercussions?

Fujiwara, who was on the side, once felt that his son's behavior was too polite, and he couldn't help but scold: "Fujiwara Hao, please pay attention to your etiquette, how can you be so rude to the guests." ”

But Professor Yang on the side patted Gu Zheng's shoulder very indifferently and took Fujiwara's scolding words.

"They are all young people, and they are similar in age, so naturally they have the same way of making friends as young people, so don't worry about old men like us. ”

"If Brother Fujiwara really feels sorry for it, why don't you look at Gu Zheng's works for a while, and say a few kind words in front of the gallery owners and individual collectors who collect and buy them. ”

An elegant pretense successfully returned to the routine of money trading.

This made the Fujiwara family's original feeling of congestion three points better.

He laughed, patted Gu Zheng's shoulder encouragingly, and replied: "No problem, when the time comes, I will let those radical painting critics show mercy to the children's paintings." ”

Hearing this, Professor Yang's ultimate goal was achieved, and with the smile of an old fox, he waited for the serious 800 painting works in the center of this champion.

At the same time, Professor Yang handed over all the photos of Gu Zheng's homework works that he had drawn at the Academy of Fine Arts to the team assistant on the side.

For this somewhat forward-looking behavior, Gu Zheng was quite surprised.

He looked Professor Yang up and down with suspicious eyes, and asked, "Professor, did you have a premeditated plan, knowing that after I came to Tokyo, you deliberately gave Senior Zhang Leng something that should not be eaten, and then asked me to replace it with my body?"

Hearing this, Professor Yang, if it weren't for the fact that the display screen in front of him was displaying the paintings of the representatives of the young Chinese painters frame by frame, he would definitely run away on the spot, so that Gu Zheng could have a good taste of what it is like to be under the head of a crutch.

But at this time, Professor Yang could only hold his breath and return: "What about you and I am an irresponsible professor?"

"Your re-education academy is basically about to use you as a model for their academy. ”

"In addition to the works included in the college's catalogue, the photos of your works are a set, and the workbooks made by your professional professors are another set. ”

It has become a tool for them to show off and slap their faces, and they distribute propaganda everywhere in the Chinese painting major of the Central Academy of Fine Arts. ”

"The professors over there, together with the newly hired lecturers, are basically all 'new painter Gu Zheng's personal portfolio' now. ”

"Why do you say I have your paintings, go back to find the real culprit!"

Ah, so much else is going on without me knowing?

It turns out that he has indirectly become a celebrity at the Central Academy of Fine Arts.

Gu Zheng, who didn't dare to say more, waited for his work to appear on the big screen.

But when his long scroll painting "Min Zhejiang Anti-Japanese Map" was displayed on the big screen, he still covered his face for the upright professor of the Academy of Fine Arts.

Grandpa, do I call you Grandpa?

Why don't you look at the painting on it, you brought it here?

But who would have thought that everyone in the entire exhibition hall, even the most reserved Japanese people, exclaimed after seeing this painting.

Yes, surprised, excited, but not much anger.

Because in this work, they can see a very clear historical context of the traditional samurai costumes and the tools used by the Japanese people in the Ming period.

Among these calligraphers and painters who had a very deep understanding of the culture of the Japanese Kingdom, there were two people who inherited the family of the generals in the old days...... It's tears.

They trembled and pointed to the uniforms of a group of samurai charging troops whose heads were harvested by the Ming navy, as if to prove the glory of their families, and cried: "That's right, in the broken Ming Qilu at home, our ancestors wore such clothes. ”

"Yes, you can see their fearless expressions, their fearless spirit when they fight for survival. ”

"If you look at the katana of the Ming Dynasty at that time, whether it is the shape or the posture used, it is so clumsy and realistic. ”

"This painting is really exquisite, so perfect. ”

"Be sure to sell this painting to us!"

What else can be said?

The effect is so reversed.

As for the theme of the painting itself?

Then let's see what is the mentality of the painter?

Different angles, different understandings.

Many people saw Gu Zheng's inscription on the corner of the painting, and they all turned their eyes to his direction.

"Uh, does anyone want to buy it? This painting is for sale. ”

Just don't know the price......

Before Gu Zheng's words fell, the gallery owner named Inoue offered his own price.

"Three hundred thousand yen. ”

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