"If you don't believe me, you can try it later." The silver-haired old man was not angry, and said with a smile, in fact, in his heart, he still had a certain good impression of Chu Qian, not only because Chu Zhen had a heart of remorse, but more importantly, Chu Zhen was able to return to the academy in person to intercede for himself, which made the silver-haired old man appreciate it very much.

You must know that there were many students who were expelled from the academy before, but they didn't have the face to go back to the academy, even if they regretted it in their hearts, they dragged people to intercede, where like Chu Qian, there was no one else to accompany them at all, and in the eyes of the silver-haired old man, this is a manifestation of courage to admit mistakes and sincere repentance.

In addition, Chu Zhen is because of the separation of friends, which will lead to a temporary regression in his studies, in the eyes of the silver-haired old man, it is indeed very undesirable, but it also proves that Chu Zhen is a person who values love and righteousness, and his noble nature is worthy of recognition.

It's a pity, the silver-haired old man sighed secretly, although he had a good impression of Chu Zhen in his heart, but the silver-haired old man had no intention of helping, after all, Chu Zhen did not show any amazing and peerless talent, which could make the silver-haired old man feel tempted and open his mind, but out of satisfaction with Chu Qian's performance, he finally opened his mouth to encourage Chu Zhen to forge ahead in the future.

"If the elder speaks, the students will naturally not be suspicious." Chu Zhi said with a lost expression, looking at the wall blankly, showing a lonely and gloomy look.

"Bianliang City is not only a Baique Academy, if you are sincere in learning, the old man is still a little thin in Bianliang City." The silver-haired old man's heart was surprisingly soft, and he hinted that if there was an acquaintance by his side, he would have been dumbfounded for a long time when he knew that the silver-haired old man said such a thing.

"The elders are kind to the students, what other good academies are there in Bianliang besides Baique Academy, and as the saying goes, where you fall, you can get up, otherwise students would rather study at home than enter other academies." Chu Zhi said firmly.

Without the guidance of the teacher, even the most intelligent person may not be able to learn anything at home, the silver-haired old man shook his head gently, but there was a trace of pride and joy in his heart.

"The kid doesn't know how to talk nonsense, there are so many famous academies in Bianliang City that are more famous than Baique Academy, such as Deyangshan Academy on the outskirts of Xicheng, as well as Yulou Academy and Baishui Academy in the city, ......." In order to hide a trace of pride in his heart, the silver-haired old man pretended to be unhappy and said, no matter how much he doesn't value the false name, but when he hears someone praise, it is human nature to be happy.

Hearing the names of the academy listed by the silver-haired old man, Chu Zhen did not defend himself, but his face was full of indifference, showing a contemptuous expression, and he expressed his attitude very resolutely.

"You kid, you are so determined to return to the White Sparrow Academy, are you also like your friend, afraid of hearing other people's gossip and cynicism?" The silver-haired old man thought for a moment and said with a faint smile.

Chu Zhen didn't answer in a hurry, pointed to a bamboo and stone picture hanging on the wall and said, "May I ask the elder, who painted this painting?" ”

The bamboo and stone map on the wall, about one foot longitudinally, the picture is the bamboo stone in the wild, a strange stone stands on the soil slope, the left is a high and a low, a thick and a light two poles to repair the bamboo, the lower right is a cluster of bamboo leaves, the bamboo leaves are upright, to the tip of the leaf to pick out, the tip of the head is knotted, when picking out, it is necessary to pay special attention to the left and right, the posture is vivid, the thickness of the bamboo leaf changes just right, unique and abundant.

Chu Zhen's inquiry seemed to scratch the itch of the silver-haired old man, and he stroked the white beard at the corner of his mouth, and said indifferently in his heart: "This is the old man's graffiti work when he had nothing to do a few days ago. Listening to your meaning, it seems that you have an opinion on this painting, so you might as well say it clearly. ”

"The elder of this painting, painted strange stones and standing bamboo, straight strokes, strange stones on both sides of each painted bamboo, all made with the wind inclined state. The light and heavy of the picture are well arranged. Writing bamboo brushwork throughout, leaves and leaves, the next pen is vigorous and vigorous, the ink of shade echoes each other, and it is very windy. The small bamboos under the stone are clustered, Xiujian is lively, and the vitality floats. The style is chic, and it is really the magic of ink and bamboo. Chu Zhi naturally praised it.

"Oh, you've won the prize, but in fact, the old man's painting is not as good as you say."

Chu Qian's unsparing admiration did not get much reaction from the silver-haired old man, and there was a little joy in his heart, but it was more of a sense of loss, when the painting was completed, he also invited his friends to see it, and he didn't know how many times he heard the words of high-five, but this was not the result that the silver-haired old man wanted.

Although others were amazed, the silver-haired old man knew in his heart that his painting skills seemed to have encountered a bottleneck, and vaguely felt that he still had the possibility of breaking through and going to the next level, but the way to the breakthrough was shrouded in a layer of mist, and he clearly saw the scenery ahead, but he couldn't find the way forward.

The so-called authorities are obsessed, and the silver-haired old man knows that what he wants now is not praise, but to let others point out his shortcomings in order to break through his current situation.

"When the elder painted this picture, he took it according to the real thing." Looking at the reaction of the silver-haired old man, Chu Zhen immediately knew what he should do, because of his work, he had dealt with cultural people a lot, Chu Zhen naturally understood that some literati couldn't listen to others say that they were bad, while some people didn't like to hear people say that they were good.

"That's right, when painting this painting, in order to achieve the truthfulness, the old man deliberately went to the suburbs to find a bamboo forest, carefully observed, carefully experienced, according to the real scene of bamboo and stone, painted one stroke at a time." The silver-haired old man said proudly, very satisfied with his seriousness.

Caring so much, and saying that it was a casual graffiti, Chu Zhen secretly laughed in his heart, but his expression was unusually serious, he took two steps forward, looked at the bamboo and stone map on the wall, nodded for a while, shook his head for a while, and shook his head The action of shaking his head made the silver-haired old man kindle a little hope, although he didn't believe that Chu Zhen could point out his shortcomings, but it was better than all praise, thinking of this, the silver-haired old man held his breath and slowed down his breathing, for fear of disturbing Chu Zhen who was watching the painting.

"With all due respect, the elder seems to have deficiencies in this painting." For a long time, under the eager gaze of the silver-haired old man, Chu Zhi stopped talking with a face, and finally told the "truth" with "difficulty".

"What's wrong?" Realizing his nervousness, the silver-haired old man came to his senses, didn't care too much, looked relaxed, and felt a little disappreciative in his heart, thinking that Chu Zhen was playing tricks to attract his attention, but he was a little expectant, in short, his mood was very complicated.