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Mr. Anderson nodded slightly, then came to another student, looked at his words, and frowned slightly.

"The handwriting seems to be atmospheric, but in fact it is dodgy, with concerns in your heart, and a mask on your face, your nature is not bad, or you are bound by some rules and regulations, or you are shrouded in smoke in front of you, you can't see the direction clearly, the old man has watched people for decades, and he has never been wrong, the old man is willing to give you this opportunity."

Mr. Anda, the voice was not loud, only the two of them could hear it.

Without waiting for the student to reply, Mr. Anda handed out the drum hammer, looked deeply at the latter with a smile and a gaze that seemed to see through everything, and turned to leave.

"Stupid, rigid, rotten wood, you can't pass this level."

"Clever, but with evil thoughts, you can't pass this level."

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A few people in a row, Mr. An Da quickly gave an evaluation, some good and some bad, and Li Bai was inevitably a little nervous in his heart.

Taking a deep breath, lifting the pen and dipping it in ink, Li Bai calmed all the distracting thoughts in his heart, turned his pen with his hand, and a big Chinese character jumped on the paper, vigorous and powerful, majestic mountains and rivers, like a dragon going to sea, and like a bird returning to its nest!

When the Chinese characters were written, Li Bai breathed a sigh of relief, and he still had confidence in his calligraphy.

Sure enough, after Mr. Anda read it, he gave a very high evaluation.

"Haha, good, good, good, the national character seems simple, but in fact it contains all things, everyone's understanding is different, the perception is different, and the deep meaning after the pen is even more different, but after I look at the words of the son, I am happy in my heart, a national character can write such a righteous Ling Ran, it is not easy, good, this pass, the son can pass."

Mr. Anda stroked his beard and laughed, and from the laughter, he could clearly feel the joy of the old man.

The golden bell rang, and Li Bai entered the next level.

This level is a study of painting skills.

Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting are the necessary homework for every child of the Tang Dynasty, and they are naturally harsh.

When Li Bai came to this level, he saw that there were less than five people, and there were many students in this private school academy, and when they reached this level, there were only five people left, which shows how harsh the assessment is this time.

And the examiner of this level is a beautiful woman like a flower, this one, is the top painter of the dynasty, named Meng Yao, is really like his name, the same beautiful, Dr. Guanglu invited this one, it can be seen how strict this painting is.

Seeing Li Bai enter this level, the painter named Meng Yao waved his hand, and the subordinates on the side put all the tools used for painting on the table.

"You only have a quarter of an hour, and as for what you draw, you can define it."

The beautiful painter said to Li Bai, her voice was like a warbler's cry, it was very good, but she didn't wait for Li Bai to reply, she dropped this sentence and turned to leave, and Li Bai on the side smiled wryly, a little embarrassed.

Looking at the painting tools on the case, Li Bai laid out the rice paper, pondered for a while, and then started writing.

There are many exquisite paintings, such as brushwork, ink polishing, chapter method, and so on.

It's easy to draw something, but it's even harder to draw well.

Moreover, among the many sons of the world in this upper capital, there are a few people who can truly be free and easy, and really do not eat the fireworks of the world.

Meng Yao also knew this, and after seeing the paintings of several people, she sighed in her heart, the painting work and rules are all excellent, but the inner artistic conception is like a layman, and she can't spy on it.

At this moment, Li Bai had already started painting, and the painting on the white rice paper was almost finished.

The painting is the pavilions and pavilions of this private school academy, and the rockery ponds have been lifelike, and at this moment, Li Bai is also painting the willow branches that dance with the wind, but the spring breeze blows the willows, the artistic conception is ethereal, it is really difficult to grasp the charm, Li Bai frowned, and did not dare to put down the pen.

At this moment, Meng Yao also set her eyes on the rice paper painting made by Li Bai, saw Li Bai frowning and stopped writing, looked at the pavilions on the paper, and nodded with satisfaction.

Whether it is from the painting, the brush, or even to the ink, everything has been perfected, it is hard to imagine that it is not easy to have this kind of painting at such an age.

Painting skills are like mountains, painting is like the sea, mountains can reach the top, but the sea is boundless, Li Bai's painting skills are impeccable, but they are like tigers on paper, with no real meaning, but Meng Yao also saw that Li Bai knew the key to his painting, which was teachable.

"This son, you have passed this level, you can stop writing, don't ruin this masterpiece."

Meng Yao spoke, her voice was clear and cold, as good as a warbler's cry.

Li Bai put down his pen and ink, and scratched his head unconsciously: "Eh, this... ”

Meng Yao didn't pay attention to Li Bai, picked up the pen and ink that was put aside, and Li Bai let go of the jade case with interest.

Meng Yao holds a pen in one hand, brushes her sleeves in the other, slightly drooping, from Li Bai's point of view, she is extremely beautiful, the cloud-like show, the knife-like fragrant shoulders, the slender waist that can only be grasped, and her quiet and elegant temperament that exudes invisibly, are all a generation of beauties.

Even though Li Bai didn't have a trace of evil thoughts in his heart, he couldn't help but look at it twice, and at this moment Li Bai only had two words in his heart: elegance.

Meng Yao was concentrating on painting at the moment, and she didn't know what Li Bai was thinking, but she saw that her pen was gentle and elegant, and in an instant, a few willow branches dancing in the wind jumped onto the paper.

Look again! This portrayal is also very different, and even the fish in his hand is happy.

In an instant, this ordinary painting seemed to be endowed with aura, and suddenly came to life.

Li Bai watched Meng Yao put down his pen and ink from the side, and was shocked in his heart.

Meng Yao looked at the pavilions and pavilions on the paper, stretched out her hand, and said, "Childe, please see, the willows support the wind, the clear water is blowing waves, the reason why it is difficult to paint here is nothing more than the wind blowing, the so-called willow branches from the west to the east, this is not the painting style of willows, but all painting willows, clouds, and water waves are actually painting styles." ”

"The willow branches come out of the west and the leaves go east, this is not the style of painting willows." Li Bai muttered in his mouth, and he was enlightened.

"Thank you, Dream Artist." Li Bai bowed his hand and gave a deep salute, this salute was willing.

"Childe is polite, ring the golden bell and enter the inner hall, Doctor Guanglu is waiting inside."

When Li Bai heard this, he glanced at the rice paper painting and wanted to speak, but he didn't know how to say it, and he stumbled.

"Dream painter, this... This painting. ”

When Meng Yao heard this, she smiled and said, "If Childe likes it, take this painting." ”

Li Bai was overjoyed, although this painting was made by himself, but it was corrected and in the hands of Master Meng Yao, it was equally precious.

Li Bai carefully put away the scroll, for fear of damaging it, the corners of his mouth rose, and he was very happy.

Meng Yao on the side was amused when she saw Li Bai like this, but because of her identity, she didn't laugh, but she silently wrote down this student named Li Bai in her heart.

The golden bell rang, and Li Bai entered the inner hall under the gaze of several people.