In July, the sun was scorching and the clouds were burning.

Bai Yucheng, Moxing Academy.

It's another year's enrollment season, and there is already a long queue in front of Moxing Academy, these are all people who come to study, most of them are not very old, the average is about fifteen or sixteen years old, everyone carries a bulging painting bag, which contains pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

The gap can be seen only from the picture bag, some children from large families, the picture bag is luxurious and valuable. And those children from humble backgrounds can only use rags to piece together picture bags full of patches.

Each immature little face has a different expression, some are excited, some are apprehensive, and some are looking forward to it.

In the crowd, a delicate-looking young man carried a dark blue patch painting bag and wore a coarse linen coat, and looked around.

"The examiner is here!"

Hearing this, the boys and girls immediately stood up straight, and the line was neat.

Soon walked out of Moxing Academy a middle-aged man in his thirties, with a Chinese face, sword eyebrows upside down, and no smiles, giving people an extremely stern feeling.

The middle-aged stern gaze glanced at those children, nodded and said, "Introduce yourself, my name is Mu Yue, and I am your examiner." ”

"Hello Mr. Mu. ”

After hearing Mu Yue's words, the children shouted in unison.

"Well, you may have come here voluntarily or forced, and then, you didn't come voluntarily. Mu Yue's voice was loud and stern.

As soon as the words fell, more than a dozen children walked out, all of whom had doubts written on their faces.

"You can go home. Mu Yue said indifferently.

Then Mu Yue turned his gaze to the rest of the people and said, "Most of you came voluntarily, can anyone tell me the reason why you learned to paint?"

"I want to be the strongest painter, to glorify my ancestors. ”

"Painter is the most sacred profession, and if you become a painter, you will be admired by thousands of people. ”

"I want to be complimented by others. ”

......

The children answered.

"What about you?" Mu Yue's gaze fixed on the handsome young man in coarse linen clothes.

The eyes of the other children also turned to him.

Young Lang was stared at by so many eyes, his face was a little nervous, his hands were a little unnaturally tugging at the corners of his clothes, and he whispered: "Teacher Mu, students learn to paint because they want to sell paintings for money and let their families live a good life." ”

Well?

Mu Yue raised his eyebrows, "What's your name?"

"Back to the teacher, the student's name is Gu Hua. The boy replied politely.

"Ancient paintings?haha, this name makes me laugh to death. ”

"It's the first time I've heard such a funny name. ”

......

After hearing the words of the ancient painting, the children around him couldn't help but laugh.

"Silence!" Mu Yue's sword eyebrows were raised, and his voice was like thunder.

The scene immediately fell silent, and the pin drop could be heard.

"You all know that in this world, painting is the most sacred profession, and painting is respected, and only by becoming a painter will people respect and admire. However, the threshold for a painter is extremely high, and not everyone can become a painter. ”

"Most of you have never learned to draw, and some of you have learned some fur from the elders in your family. ”

"Now, let's conduct an assessment, the topic is to draw 'wind', give you a stick of incense, start now. ”

After Mu Yue finished speaking, he immediately lit a stick of incense and swept his eyes to those children.

The children took off their painting bags one after another, took out pen, ink, paper and inkstones from them, and scratched their ears and cheeks one by one.

"How do you draw the wind? ”

"yes, this assessment is too difficult, isn't it?"

One by one, the children frowned, some biting the tip of their pens, and only a few began to write.

"Silence! Whoever speaks again will be eliminated directly!" Mu Yue shouted.

Painting requires a quiet environment, and these children are noisy and noisy, not only affecting themselves, but also others.

Hearing this, the children immediately quieted down, but most of them were staring at each other, and had no clue at all.

Gu Hua's eyes were slightly closed, holding a paintbrush, thinking in his head.

Mu Yue walked back and forth in the crowd, and when he saw that only a few children had begun to paint, he secretly shook his head.

This topic is not difficult, as long as you have a sense and think carefully, you will know how to draw.

The weather was hot, everyone was painting in the open air, and some children couldn't stand the high temperature and took the initiative to quit directly, and there were fewer and fewer people on the scene.

There were originally hundreds of people, but now there are only seventy or eighty people left.

The incense stick in front of the academy was already halfway burning, and the cigarette smoke drifted away with a hot wind.

The ancient painting, which had been thinking with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes and began to lay out the paper to paint, holding a mahogany brush in his right hand, lightly dipping the ink on the inkstone, and began to draw according to the composition in his mind.

Mu Yue walked back and forth, and saw several paintings that he was satisfied with, and some of these children had good brains, and soon understood how to paint.

When he walked to the ancient painting, Mu Yue stopped, and a touch of surprise flashed in his eyes, because the movement of the ancient painting was calm, and every stroke was impartial, not trembling or trembling, as if he was a natural painter!

The other children couldn't fully control the paintbrush in their hands when they were drawing, and their fingers trembled.

This is also the place where ancient paintings are different from ordinary people, as long as they enter the state of painting, it is as if they have changed a person, and the pen is sophisticated and calm.

"This little guy's mental power is too strong, and he can control the brush so calmly at a young age, what a genius. Mu Yue admired the ancient paintings very much in his heart, and after looking at such a circle, he finally saw a student who caught his eye.

But he didn't be happy for long, and Mu Yue's face fell, because on the paper of the ancient painting, a child was being drawn.

Mu Yue shook his head, wondering how to use children to express the theme of 'wind'.

It's a pity, the mental power is very strong, but the perception is too poor, the mental power and the understanding can determine how high the painter's future achievements are, both are indispensable, relatively speaking, the understanding is more important than the mental power, because the spiritual power can also be changed through the day after tomorrow, but the understanding is innate.

Mu Yue sighed secretly, if he has a poor understanding like an ancient painting, even if he is allowed to enter the academy without exception, I am afraid that he will not be able to learn anything.

Thinking about it like this, Mu Yue had no choice but to leave, and he had already eliminated the ancient paintings in his heart.

Gu Hua is dedicated to painting, not disturbed by the outside world at all, the scorching sun is on his head, sweating, but there is no irritability in his heart, and the brush in his hand is still calm.

Soon, the image of a child came to life.

The wind is formless and colorless, you can't see or touch it, and the reason why Mu Yue came up with this topic is naturally to test the understanding of these children.

A painter must have understanding, and if these children can't figure out how to draw 'wind', then they don't deserve to be painters.

Time flies, and in an instant, a stick of incense has burned out, and the ashes are scattered on the ground.

"Okay, stop now, and if you don't have a painting, you can just leave. Mu Yue clapped his hands and said to the group of children.

As soon as his voice fell, forty or fifty people immediately withdrew from the crowd, leaving only more than thirty remaining.

Moreover, these more than 30 people may not be able to pass the assessment, which makes people have to sigh at the harshness of the assessment of Moxing Academy.

"Now I'm going to test them one by one. Kikoshi walked towards a young girl.

The girl was wearing a pink gauze skirt, a butterfly braid, and her facial features were marked, but she was already slim at a young age, with a lively smile on her face.

Kikoshi glanced at the painting in front of the girl, and it showed a forest, and the trees were not straight, but the trunks were tilted in one direction, and there were fallen leaves floating in the air.

"Well, that's right, with the help of the tilt of the trees to express the 'wind', you have passed the assessment, what is your name?" Mu Yue was satisfied, but asked with a very indifferent face.

"Back to the teacher, the student's name is Lin Xi'er. The girl politely replied.

"Hmm. Mu Yue nodded lightly, and then walked to the next person.

In front of him was a picture of a slanting wind and drizzle, with slanting rain on the paper and a puddle of water on the ground.

"Yes, it's okay to use rain to express wind. Mu Yue nodded again.

Mu Yue continued to look at the next one, but then his luck was not so good, he looked at a few paintings in a row, all of them were scribbled, and some children simply drew a few arcs directly on the paper, saying that it was the wind.

For this kind of child, Mu Yue scolded a few times harshly and eliminated them directly.

Then he came to the ancient painting, and he had already thought about eliminating the ancient painting, but when he saw this painting, he couldn't help but be surprised, and then showed a look of excitement on his face.