Chu Feng's understanding of martial arts is actually limited to martial arts novels, as well as various Hong Kong martial arts movies in the early years. At most, because of the boom in national arts in the past few years, he has a little understanding of Tai Chi and the like that are played all over the street, but knowing and understanding in the real sense is naturally too superficial.

It's just that every man has a dream of being chivalrous in his heart, spurring his horse to roam the rivers and lakes, fighting the sword and walking the world, or, just like He Zhu depicted in "Song of Six States" - in the conversation, life and death are the same. A promise is a thousand gold. Push the brave, the bold and the ......

A few simple words were enough to make the blood boil of most teenagers of Chu Feng's age.

No matter how weak Chu Feng's personality is, no matter how shallow he is in his actions, he is only a teenager under the age of twenty after all, still holding the tail of youth, and occasionally has some romantic dreams of "sword roaring west wind" in his mind. Perhaps it is precisely because of this that he will chase after others to teach himself after witnessing Qi Da's martial arts. It doesn't matter what kind of practice he can achieve in the future, at least he has been exposed to it, which is a gratifying thing for Chu Feng.

Recently, kung fu is still practicing, and there is a punch every morning and evening, replacing the original five-bird play. Anyway, in Mr. Wen Duan's opinion, they are all things that strengthen the body, and they don't look any different, and occasionally watching Chu Feng, this kid boxing, is also in the yard, and Mr. Wen Duan will laugh.

If Chu Feng really dared to do this, Mr. Wen Duan was afraid that he would be half angry to death. Once a civilization is imprisoned in it, no matter how much the external environment changes, it is still difficult to break the constraints of culture.

Although the Song Dynasty was strong, the Liao State and the Jin State in the north were now fed by tigers and wolves, and the Tubo and Western Xia in the west were not good stubble. Born in the middle of such a crisis. The scholars and doctors of the Song Dynasty still touted the character handed down by their ancestors, with elegance and nobility in their entry and exit, and despised power and foreigners in their speech. This kind of conceit that belongs to the Central Plains alone, and the imperial court that has destroyed many times, will eventually lead the Northern Song Dynasty to decline.

Chu Feng knew this. It's just that I can't say. Even if they did, no one would believe it.

The Central Plains civilization naturally has its advantages, and like the two sides of a coin, the disadvantages have always existed there. It's just that in thousands of years of historical changes and alternations, many things have influenced and created the character of a dynasty, unless the dynasty is truly uprooted, otherwise it is difficult to change the character and temperament of the dynasty, just as the nature of the country is easy to change.

Wilde once said. Patriotism is an evil virtue. Unless we don't agree completely, we have to admit that, to some extent, this is not heresy.

If you look at many things from different angles, the results are likely to be diametrically opposed. The difference between the feeling and experience of being in the here and now and the rise and fall of thousands of years from God's perspective is naturally conceivable.

Sometimes. Chu Feng felt like those international students who had lived overseas for many years, even if they returned to China. It's also hard to fit into real life. Occasionally I feel like I'm a part of it, and occasionally I can't help but take a step back and look at it from a distance. This feeling of not being able to fit in and not being able to really get rid of it is exactly what Chu Feng is experiencing now.

He looked at the dreamlike luxury and beauty in front of him, sometimes blending in, sometimes withdrawing. Everything seems real and illusory.

The one who danced with his water sleeves in front of him was Master Li.

The real Master Li, I am afraid, can be said to be the most famous woman in history.

She has a white and tender pointed chin, and wears a long robe with a piping crane pattern scattered flower brocade. A mopping lotus print butterfly grape cotton skirt with a green jacquard cicada wing yarn jacquard silk. The long black hair, the head is chic and chic to turn the knife bun, the light and slow cloud temples are inserted with a double knot of gold and jade full of crystal flowers, the skin is like a clotted fat hand wearing a red gold ring beads nine turns exquisite bracelet, the waist is tied with a bow and a long spike five-color waist seal, there is a buckle Ruyi pile embroidered incense bag hanging on it, and the feet are wearing flowered butterfly sleeping shoes, and the whole person looks elegant and beautiful.

The music was also played by several delicate girls, all of whom had excellent looks and postures, but somehow, they were directly compared to Master Li himself.

Master Li's appearance is not how delicate and gorgeous, but it is just a full body bearing, which is unforgettable after seeing it once.

She definitely does not have the vulgarity of an ordinary woman, nor the vulgarity of seduction, and there is not even any frivolous and expectant eyebrows in her demeanor. But Bisheng is such a character, with a smile and a smile, no need to embellish, with all kinds of styles.

Chu Feng looked at Master Li, and finally understood what it meant to be "with its own halo" and what it meant to be a real heroine.

Looks can be modified, clothes can be luxurious, and in the era of technology thousands of years later, these things can be changed one by one. But temperament, real temperament, is a complex thing that comes out of the bones. This kind of thing comes out of everyone's words and deeds, the expression on the face when speaking, the subtle figure when giving the salute, the small movement of the fingers when holding the cup, all these things, the subtle people are difficult to recognize with the naked eye, but they can really reach everyone's heart.

Chu Feng didn't know how to describe this temperament on Master Li's body, because it seemed to be mixed with many things, gentle, demure, charming, graceful, and playful...... And, angry.

Anger is not an emotion, but a taste of exuberance.

This kind of temperament is strange to say, because it is clear that everyone is alive, and according to common sense, since they are alive, they should be alive. But in Master Li, there was a very vivid vitality, as if when she stood there and spoke, all the light around her was taken away by her.

This feeling...... It's like painting an ink painting, only the beauty in the middle is mixed with gouache, so the viewer will focus all his eyes on the colored places in a short moment.

This is a very wonderful visual sense, Chu Feng has never experienced it. He finally understood a little why the emperor who sat on the world was infatuated because of a dusty woman and couldn't break it off......

"In the previous competition in Fan Lou that night, everyone was actually competing for the teacher and the girl. Scold. Of course, the teacher girl is a performer, not a person, everyone gathers thousands of money, and what they want to see is just a song and dance of the teacher girl, and this smile. ”

Huizong said this, Master Li just finished dancing. He stepped forward and poured wine for the two with a smile.

"Is Eleven Lang making fun of the slave family again?"

Huizong called himself Eleven Lang outside, thinking that it was related to his ranking eleventh in terms of blood, and I don't know if Master Li knew Huizong's true identity.

"Tell Chu Lang about your reputation, he is still young, and he hasn't been in Tokyo for a long time, I'm afraid I don't know the identity and status of our Li family, how good would it be if he was a beautiful woman for a while." Huizong said with a smile.

Chu Feng also took the wine cup from Master Li with both hands, and saw that she and Huizong had both drunk. looked at the jade liquid elixir in the cup for a while, but couldn't help but be a little embarrassed.

"What? Do you dare not drink the wine of the beauty? Huizong squinted at him, teasing as if he was smiling.

Chu Feng scratched his head and said with some embarrassment: "It's not that I don't drink, it's just that I ...... It's always been a cup of poured kind, I'm afraid it's ugly to get drunk, and it's even more abrupt. ”

Huizong was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then laughed and said, "There really is such a person." I've heard of it before, but I've never seen it. ”

Slightly groaned. Huizong instructed: "Prepare some good tea for Chu Lang to eat, I still have something to ask him tonight, so I simply won't pour him...... Yes, if you still have to go to the painting academy tomorrow to order something, then you can't mess around outside. ”

"Thank you, gentlemen." Chu Feng smiled shyly and put down the wine cup.

Master Li arranged the tea. He looked at Chu Feng with a smile and said, "At a glance, you can know that this Chu Langjun must be from a good family, and his appearance is so handsome, if he really goes to a place like Jinfeng Tower." I'm afraid I'm going to provoke the girls to pounce on me. Tsk, it's a bit of a drinker, hey! Why didn't I meet such a person when I was young, otherwise I am afraid that I would have married early. ”

After saying some joking words, Huizong smiled and said, "You don't tease other people's young men, don't you see Chu Lang's face is red?" How old is he, where can he withstand such nonsense like you. ”

This kind of place, all kinds of wine and food are naturally read, at this time the tea is served, Master Li took it, personally ordered tea, divided tea, the whole process is clean and elegant, with the sound of silk and bamboo around, the artistic conception is not worse than the Japanese tea ceremony in later generations, and even the elegance and casualness of it are more playful than the Japanese tea ceremony.

The dwarf paper is oblique and idle, and the fine milk plays tea in the sunny window.

This is a sentence in Lu You's "Lin'an Spring Rain and Early Ji", and the method of dividing tea mentioned in it is the popular tea ceremony in the Song Dynasty.

It may be a bit inaccurate to say that the tea ceremony is a little inaccurate, because the so-called tea ceremony in later generations paid more attention to the form. The spiritual core is naturally also pursued, but it has developed into later generations, and it is inevitable that some form is more important than God, and some Zen Buddhism is added to it, which has a little more sense of ritual and a little less leisurely taste.

The method of dividing tea in this era, also known as the method of ordering tea, regardless of Shinong industry and commerce, as long as it is tea drinking, this method is indispensable mixed in it, but this kind of tea, carefully explored, complex and complex play, simple and simple form, and there are not too many rules in it.

After all, it's just drinking tea, and what you have to do every day, where do you need to make such a big deal and make a fuss.

What Master Li is doing now is simply dividing the tea, putting the tea powder into a bowl, pouring in the boiling water that has just been boiled, and then gently hitting it with a whisk, making a crisp sound of "bang bang" back and forth, which is very pleasant. Not to mention the pair of soft wattles and bright wrists, among the gauze sleeves, it is indeed a very wonderful scenery.

Ma Gonggong had already retreated to the corner and stood, looking at his nose and heart, as if he hadn't noticed everything that was happening around him, but Chu Feng understood that the other party was afraid that he had already seen everything clearly, and even the deep meaning represented by Huizong's every action, words, and eyes could not escape those eyes.

Huizong beckoned to Ma Gonggong and didn't say anything, but the latter immediately understood what the other party meant, and took a picture scroll out of a small box.

Chu Feng looked at it and couldn't help laughing: "What kind of good painting did you get?" It seems that you can feast your eyes again. ”

Huizong smiled silently, took the painting, and unfolded it on the table, only staring at Chu Feng's expression.

Chu Feng was still smiling, but after only a corner of the painting, he realized something, and he was stunned, and the whole person stood up in shock.

"This ......"

"This is painted by Chu Lang, right?" Huizong smiled slightly, and knocked twice with his right hand on the inscription in the lower left corner of the scroll, where the words "Chu Feng" were written.

Chu Feng couldn't recognize his own painting, let alone the one in front of him.

It's just that on the passenger ship heading north, Chu Feng had nothing to do to depict an oil painting for Fan Qiubai, which was based on Monet's "Sunrise? Impression" is based on the colors and brushes used, all of which were randomly made at that time, which cannot be regarded as fine, but somewhat brings out the meaning of oil painting.

Since the calligraphy and painting on the passenger ship disappeared that night, there was no trace of this painting, and I was thinking at the time, I am afraid that it was looted and sold by the ship boss and those people as famous works, where would I have thought that it would fall into the hands of Huizong.

If this painting is here in Huizong, then the other ......

"Where did you get your nobles?" Chu Feng asked.

"I got it by chance, and I saw that kid Ming outside, and I thought it was very interesting, so I bought it back and showed it to me."

Jiang Ming is Wang Huang's character, and I don't know where he got this painting, probably because he thought it looked really special, so he remembered to show it to Huizong.

Huizong smiled: "I said that when I saw you before, I asked your name and felt familiar, but I didn't remember it for a while. It wasn't until I heard that you had taken the painting exam that I realized that you could also draw, so I remembered this painting...... Actually, what you should have said at the time, if I knew, maybe I wouldn't have borrowed your name at the time, so as not to cause you more trouble. If you don't know how to draw, no one will ever see you in your life again. But not only do you know how to do it, but you're even good at it...... I sent someone to solve the "Beauty Picture" of Fan Lou that night, hoping to make up for it, this thing is indeed it, heh! It's so much fun. I was a little skeptical, thinking that maybe the name on the painting was just a coincidence. Hehe, but look at your reaction now, this painting is really made by you? It's also kind of interesting, what kind of technique this is, I've never seen it before, it's really interesting. (To be continued.) )