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The Luming Book Club was already reading loudly early in the morning, and Chu Yun left the two little followers outside the academy, and walked towards the "classroom" with a proud face.

Then, he was caught at the door.

"Industry is good at diligence and frolic, and success is in thinking and ruining, your brothers are all reading in the morning, but you are so loose, this is all three poles in the day, and you are not in a hurry, today, you will stand here for me to read."

Lu Ming reprimanded with a dark face, and Chu Yun was speechless.

Happiness and sorrow are really a big truth, I went out to wave last night, and then Wu Yun'er worked hard to pack Chu Yun and send it back, this toss, I don't know what time it was when I fell asleep, but the daily sleep is always enough, so Chu Yun rarely slept lazy.

It's been too long since he read a book, Chu Yun forgot that there is also the operation of the punishment station, and it was a little embarrassing to stand in front of all the senior brothers by Lu Ming, and the original reading voice was much quieter, Chu Yun also found that someone was secretly watching him, including Wu Jingxian, the "big class leader".

"What to see, I don't know how to read!"

was scolded by Lu Ming like this, and the sound of reading immediately became louder again, but Chu Yun only felt that this scene seemed to be more common in elementary school......

During the morning reading time, Chu Yun spent it standing, and after resting for a while, it was time for the master to give a lecture.

The old master often moves with his heart, sometimes he is in a good mood, teaches everyone how to paint, sometimes talks about the scriptures, if there are always a few unhappy days every month (no aunt can be unhappy), the old master will also be alone in the small pavilion, painting bamboo, blowing the wind.

The life of the Luming Society is very comfortable, far less than others think, the students are all hanging beams and thorns, Lu Ming is a more romantic person, he advocates cultivating the mind first, then studying, first cultivate the sentiment well, when you start learning, you can better understand the truth.

Chu Yun is also lucky, as soon as he came, he bumped into Lu Ming in a good mood and wanted to teach everyone, and it was an art class.

This kind of thing is not very useful for the imperial examination, but self-cultivation and painting are a good choice.

Chu Yun was also very dissatisfied that his paintings were devalued by Lu Ming, so he also wanted to hear what the way of painting looked like in the master's heart.

"This is your little brother's painting, you all circulated it yesterday, but someone told the teacher, what is the good of this painting, and where is the failure?"

Chu Yun: "......"

I have an MMP in my heart, but I can't say it.

Why his paintings are used as teaching materials, this is really drunk. Chu Yun was a little embarrassed, but Lu Ming directly clicked.

"Ma Yue, you can comment on it yourself."

"Master, I think the painting is very good, but the students can't do it. Nothing else was seen other than that. ”

Scholars always have a gentleman's temperament, in other words, they are upright, and Ma Yue is the same, saying that if you don't know, you don't know, Lu Ming had to guide: "What do you see in this painting?" ”

"Bamboo, gazebo."

"Then look at this painting again, what do you see?"

Lu Ming suddenly took out another piece of rice paper, unfolded it and handed it to Ma Yue, Chu Yun was already close to Ma Yue, and when he turned his head to look, he found that this was also a painting with a bamboo forest and a pavilion, and most importantly, a few words were inscribed on it.

Yi idle people (layman is called by others) was made at the beginning of the late spring of the tenth year of Xuande.

Well, to be honest, Chu Yun felt that his master's painting was not as good as his, after all, he was a humanoid camera, if it weren't for the tool limitations, Chu Yun would be able to paint the same as the real thing, but in this painting, there was a smell that Chu Yun couldn't see. Or that Chu Yun actually felt it, but forgot what words to use to describe it for a while.

At this time, Ma Yue also finished reading the picture of the bamboo forest pavilion given to him by the master, and said: "The student saw the bleak and sad on the painting, borrowing the vitality of spring, but it set off the sigh of twilight. ”

Chu Yun and his friends were stunned, he couldn't help but think of the fear of being dominated by reading comprehension many years ago, and then his admiration for Ma Yue, amazing my brother! Can he see so many things in just one painting?

Hearing this, Lu Ming stroked his beard and smiled: "The children can be taught, the children can be taught, Chu Yun, have you learned?" ”

Chu Yun: "I'm desperate......"

Although he was very desperate, Chu Yun did not understand, he knew that what the master wanted to tell him was that the painting should convey the gods, but how could this god come about? Or artistic conception, how can you borrow a painting to show your feelings?

He's confused anyway.

In this way, his first step in Chu Aotian is not so easy to complete, if he wants to be famous in the capital, he must at least impress Lu Ming first, preferably the kind that can shock him to the point of free publicity.

After the class, Chu Yun went to the pavilion to paint, instead of continuing to greet the senior brothers, and the others also had their own arrangements.

The speed of painting is very fast, but Chu Yun also found that his problem is indeed relatively big, he drew two pictures before and after, and he can actually draw exactly the same, just like a photocopier, this is also because of his super memory and superb painting skills, but what the master said, Chu Yun didn't even feel the signs.

After drawing two pictures and failing to draw them, Chu Yun sighed, and sat on the edge of the pavilion, leaning against the guardrail of the pavilion, feeling the warm spring breeze blowing in his face, Chu Yun became sleepy, and simply pulled his headband, closed his eyes, and began to sleep beautifully.

Spring sleepiness is not nonsense, Chu Yun didn't sleep well at night, this sleep, naturally he slept to death, and when he woke up again, the sun had already passed the middle of the day, Chu Yun felt that his stomach was a little empty, it was time to pay tribute to the Five Organs Temple, Chu Yun was about to put away the rice paper and paintbrush on the stone table, and suddenly saw that the two paintings he had painted were gone......

Well, he didn't even inscribe the words, and this painting was not valuable, maybe it was blown away by the wind, or maybe a passing senior brother passed by and saw it, Chu Yun didn't pay too much attention to it.

These painting tools were all borrowed by Lu Ming, and he had explained that it was good to put them in the pavilion, and Chu Yun did not take them away.

Chu Yun planned to go out to find a restaurant to eat, and hurriedly walked out of the bamboo forest, Chu Yun saw Ma Yue, who was holding a book and shaking his head, so Chu Yun didn't bother him. Among the students of the academy, one of them was the most comfortable to save him, and the others were very hardworking.

But Ma Yue saw Chu Yun out of the corner of her eye, so she asked, "Where did the little junior brother come from?" How did you get this look? ”

Chu Yun had torn up his hair, which was a little messy, but if he didn't pay special attention to it, it wouldn't be too obvious......