"Teacher, I want to go to the art academy."

A small sentence, accompanied by the creak of a wooden door, brought a fiery quarrel to an abrupt end.

Lord Liu looked at Chu Feng, and Mr. Cheng Yuan also looked at him, their expressions and gazes were different, but they were equally complicated.

"What did you say?" Mr. Cheng Yuan held his forehead with his hands, his body shook slightly, and he held the table next to him.

Chu Feng's heart was sour, and he slammed to the ground to Lord Liu next to him: "Lord Liu, can you ......?"

What kind of character is Lord Liu, at this time, he already understood Chu Feng's thoughts, and hurriedly said: "The matter between your master and apprentice, I, an outsider, will not be involved." I went outside for tea, tea! Talk slowly!"

After that, he glanced at Chu Feng worriedly, sighed softly as he passed by him, and patted him on the shoulder heavily.

The door opens and closes, in the blink of an eye.

The light in the room was intertwined, and a fresh breeze blowing outside the door made the paper on the table rattle for a while, and then slowly fell silent.

There was no sound in all directions, and the sound of the little six children eating melon seeds in the yard could be heard in a trance.

Chu Feng looked at Mr. Cheng Yuan's gradually pale face, flicked his shirt, and knelt down.

"Teacher, can you listen to me?"

Mr. Cheng Yuan did not answer.

"Teacher," Chu Feng said in a tone of great affirmation, he lowered his voice very low, but firm enough, "Jiangnan will be chaotic!"

Cheng Yuan was slightly stunned, he thought that Chu Feng would say something big, and he knew things like emotion and reason, but he didn't expect it to be such a sentence.

He looked at Chu Feng puzzled.

"Teacher, I think that although you have lived in seclusion in the countryside all these years, you should know everything that has happened in the world after all. Granite disaster in the south of the Yangtze River, the people are disturbed a lot, and there is a good thing to do and the bottom will be very bad, the situation in Hangzhou is only the tip of the iceberg, Taihu Lake stone is a big disaster after all. Because of this, the people complained, and bandits were rampant between the mountains and fields, and in this case, it was like a room of dry firewood. Once Mars is inspired by a little thing, I am afraid that it will instantly become a prairie fire......"

Chu Feng recalled as much as possible what he had learned in his textbooks, and the reasons for the Fangla Uprising in the late Northern Song Dynasty in the history books, of course, naturally included a little description and comments in "Water Margin".

"Nowadays, the form of Jiangnan, once it encounters a little spark, such as famine and flood, if someone fanned the flames from the side, it will definitely become a trend. Even if it does not sweep the Central Plains at that time, the land south of the Yangtze River will definitely be poisoned. So, I want to leave here with my teacher and Mr. Bunduan. No matter how chaotic the local disaster is, the land of Kyoto can at least be preserved. It's not that I don't believe that Zhizhou has sentenced the two adults, it's just that ...... The military strength of my Song Dynasty...... Naturally, the teacher understood. ”

While Chu Feng was speaking, Cheng Yuan kept looking at him, his gaze changing again and again.

He didn't understand how the young man in front of him saw the devastation under the glitz, nor did he understand how he observed the lack of military strength in the Great Song Dynasty and the instability of the people in Jiangnan at a young age.

This is not something that a teenager of his age should see, nor is it something that a person like him who is dedicated to calligraphy and painting will have the leisure to study.

But Chu Feng just saw it clearly, saw it clearly, and saw it through. Then in front of himself, he said these words lightly and with great certainty.

It's like ...... He has seen the future in general.

Of course, this is not possible.

The granite matter has made the city full of wind and rain, this is indeed a fact, although I can hear by chance that some people are ruined because of a piece of Taihu Lake stone in their home, but after all, it is a very rare thing, and it is not as serious as Chu Feng said.

Granite Northbound Shipping ...... It is indeed a bit heavier, so that the local government is increasing the tax burden, and the people do have some complaints, but it will not be such a simple rebellion. After all, this is a head-off thing, and ordinary people don't do it......

Mr. Cheng Yuan thought so.

In his bones, Cheng Yuan is a real literati. He can live a stable life in the empty hall of the Burrow, and he will not bend his waist for five buckets of rice. In his opinion, most people in the world should be like him, they are all literati and dignified, and it is impossible to do some immoral things simply for the sake of life and death and money.

But he forgot one sentence - man dies for money, and birds die for food.

Ordinary people are ordinary people, and it is impossible for everyone to live like Mr. Cheng Yuan. In order to maintain the purity of art, I would rather give up the high-ranking officials, rather avoid the crowds in the city, live a lifetime in the dust, and bloom from the dust......

The path he chose was, after all, the path that too few and too few people would take.

It's just that in his opinion...... In the eyes of him, a literati who is too pure, not only him, but also Chu Feng, Fu Lehe and other people who have talents in this field should also follow the same path as him.

This is almost the paranoia of the literati.

Everything is inferior, but reading is high.

In Mr. Cheng Yuan's view, even reading is a kind of thing that can be accomplished if you are willing to work hard, but the subtlety and talent of Danqing are just a kind of sporadic charity sprinkled by the creator in the world.

If you have talent, you should not waste it, and you should maintain the purity of this art.

This is Cheng Yuan's opinion.

As for the external ...... In his opinion, there is nothing new under the sun, and too many things and things have been expressed in the paintings and calligraphy of the ancients. Birth, old age, sickness and death, joy and impermanence, the world is originally like this, there is no need to think too much and think too much.

Even, there is such a possibility. Just like the war correspondents of later generations, they risked their lives to find the truth on the battlefield. In his bones, Cheng Yuan may be looking forward to the arrival of a catastrophe. Because of the country's misfortune, the poet is lucky, the more he hates other birds, the more frightening the years, the true and beautiful Danqing will be born.

This is Cheng Yuan's idiocy, and it is almost crazy.

Chu Feng understands the teacher's heart, and even agrees with this concept, but in his opinion, living is the premise of artistic creation.

A life may be humble or light, but it is the pen in the hand of this life that depicts something.

Sometimes, Chu Feng was also thinking. Why is Mr. Cheng Yuan's pen and ink style, but after a thousand years, there is no longer the inheritance and singing of his name or works? Is it because he has lived in seclusion in the countryside all his life, or is it because his people and works have bloomed in the late spring in the war?

Of course, perhaps in Mr. Cheng Yuan's view, he is only responsible for the creation of art, maintaining the purity and aesthetics of art, and whether others can see and understand it has nothing to do with him.

Mr. Cheng Yuan is just a simple exporter, which he considers his mission, which may be puzzling, but with a kind of aesthetics of life and death.

Chu Feng admired Mr. Cheng Yuan. Not only because of the other party's skill in Danqing, but also because of the other party's almost holy attitude towards Danqing. It is precisely because of this attitude that the teacher's paintings can be so different from the customs.

It's just that...... After all, Chu Feng is the soul of a thousand years later, and his views on art are also different from those of Mr. Cheng Yuan. For example, the inheritance and preservation of artworks throughout the ages.

"Your words may be reasonable, but they are too alarmist." Mr. Cheng Yuan's face was a little pale, "You went to the academy as an official simply to avoid trouble, not only is it unfounded, but I am afraid it is also a little untrue." ”

"Yes." Chu Feng didn't want to lie, so he replied calmly, "Teacher, I want to ask." If I join the Academy, can I resign at any time? ”

Cheng Yuan was slightly stunned.

Chu Feng carefully recalled the historical knowledge in his mind, but he still couldn't figure out too much of the context and the correspondence of the era: "I think, even if I really enter the academy, I should only stay in the academy for three or five years." ”

It's just like going to college, and after the disaster of Fang La subsides, it's good to go back to Jiangnan. After all, there is such a thing as the alliance under the city and the shame of Jingkang, unless someone can really turn the tide, Chu Feng doesn't want to experience it personally.

"Three or five years, I think, should be enough for me to carefully read the Tibetan scrolls in the palace and learn some techniques unique to the palace. When the time comes, you will return with a full load. Chu Feng said slowly.

When Mr. Cheng Yuan heard this, he couldn't help but let out a sneer: "The prosperity and wealth of Bianliang City, the luxurious life of the dignitaries, where can a little boy like you imagine?" It is the so-called easy to go from thrift to luxury, and it is difficult to go from luxury to thrift. I'm afraid that when the time comes, you will be killed and leave the palace painting academy. ”

Chu Feng thought to himself: In this era, after all, there is no electricity and no network, and no matter how rich the material is, the extreme poverty and luxury, compared with later generations, it is too trivial. Lingering because of the material life of Bianliang City, to be honest, I am afraid that it will never happen to Chu Feng.

Of course, there is no way to say this kind of thing directly to the teacher.

"So teacher," Chu Feng said sincerely, "can you come with me to Bianliang City and watch me?" If I really stay in Bianliang City and don't leave at that time, you can knock me out and drag me away, and wake me up. Either way, I'm going to get out of that place. In fact, you also know my temperament, and if that kind of place is really a place of intrigue, I won't like it and adapt to it. And ......"

Chu Feng smiled lightly: "Teacher, your paintings, flowers, birds, and landscapes are all at the end of the pen, but if you really draw a courtyard painting like Zhang Zeduan's "Qingming Riverside Picture", I'm afraid it may not be ......."

"The old man is disdainful! Instead of not being able to! This sentence deeply poked Mr. Cheng Yuan's sore spot, making his eyes widen suddenly.

Chu Feng chuckled lightly and let out an appropriate "oh".

Cheng Yuan was laughed at in an instant, pointed at Chu Feng's nose and scolded: "You stinky boy, not only do you get cheap and sell well, but you even want to use the agitation method to stimulate the old man?" At this age, can the old man still be provoked by your kid? ”

"I don't dare." Chu Feng said with a smile.

……

……

What is going on in the world, whether the words of advice are effective, and similar questions will not be seen in a short period of time.

Chu Feng knew that he was not a man of the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, and it was impossible for him to do such things as Candle Zhiwu's retreat from the Qin Division in his lifetime.

Therefore, Chu Feng has done his best for Mr. Cheng Yuan's statement and exhortation, as for what will happen after that, it will be necessary to wait for future feedback. And not in a hurry.

Chu Feng thought that the worst result of this matter would be that he was expelled from the school by Mr. Cheng Yuan...... This is indeed a pity, after all, what I learned from a teacher is only scratching the surface, and it is always a disappointing thing to lose the teaching of a famous teacher at once.

In addition to this aspect, there may also be some reputation problems, being ridiculed, ridiculed, and so on. This is not something that Chu Feng is thinking about, other people's opinions have nothing to do with him, and it doesn't matter.

It's just that even if Mr. Cheng Yuan really made this move, he would have to find other ways to get the teacher to the north. What the hell is the method, Chu Fengshang hasn't thought of it yet. Fortunately, there is still a long time.

Returning to the city with Lord Liu all the way, Lord Liu was afraid that Chu Feng would not be able to think about it, so he comforted him from the perspective of the elders, which made Chu Feng grateful.

"Chu Lang, although your teacher has a peculiar temperament, he is not stubborn. It's just that sometimes, he can't help but speak too harshly, so you don't have to pay too much attention to it. ”

Before saying goodbye, Lord Liu lifted the curtain of the carriage and comforted him. "The old man will return to Beijing tomorrow to report on his work, if you have anything, just send me a letter. Xingping, you write a copy of the address on our house to Chu Lang and send it over. ”

"Yes." One of the servants answered.

"Thank you, Lord Liu!" Chu Feng slammed to the ground.

He stood where he was, and waited until the carriage was mixed in with the flow of people and traffic, and was no longer visible, and then turned to leave.

Walking into the West Market, back at the door of his calligraphy and painting shop, a carriage also slowly stopped beside him.

"Don't come out, lady, I'll go in first and ask. If you weren't there, wouldn't it be another toss! ”

The little girl who was generally sour and immature jumped off the wheel, probably because of her youth, and her speech speed was a little fast.

"What are these words, even if that Chu Langjun is still not there, Mr. Lu still has to pay a visit."

A gentle voice came out, and then a slender white arm seemed to be boneless, fluttering open the thick cloth embroidered car door.

Chu Feng subconsciously forgot to go in, and saw a beautiful woman wearing eight embroidered skirts with a straight collar and a placket, gradually showing her face.

"Huh? Where did you come from? Why are you staring at my lady! ”

Feibai had already noticed Chu Feng next to him, and at this time, he stared at Chu Feng with a pair of big eyes, clenched his pink fist and crossed his waist.

Chu Feng was slightly stunned, and then he remembered that it was indeed a bit unruly for him to stare at the girl's house like this. It's just that if he apologizes like this, he will inevitably be suspected of voyeurism, so he only smiled faintly, and bowed down to Fan Qiubai and Feibai in turn.

"You are so strange, why do I think that you seem to have been following our lady's carriage just now! Yes! I've seen you since I first got into the carriage, and I can't help but think you're familiar! What are your plans, you disciple?"

Fei Bai is righteous in her words, and her small body does not hinder the little majesty she exudes.

"Feibai, don't frame others indiscriminately."

Fan Qiubai stepped out of the carriage, reprimanded Feibai softly, and then shouted at Chu Feng: "The little servant is unreasonable, please don't care about this Langjun."

After saying that, Fan Qiubai raised his head and looked directly at Chu Feng's face, and couldn't help but tremble lightly in his heart.

This person...... Indeed, as Feibai said, it seems that he has seen it somewhere......

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I didn't feel sleepy last night, and I wrote a small poem, which I didn't understand the rhythm, and I commented with you:

What is the night to urge people to grow old, and the flowers bloom and fall for another year.

Shuxing old snow pavilion crane, lettuce sea bass season eagle sweet.

Where is the way to go?

A cloud of smoke and rain, the boat is gone, and I don't go to find sorrow.