"I paint!" When Zhou Anhe and Liu Xun spoke, Fu Rui said, and after finishing speaking, he greeted his scholar, who took the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone and put it on the table, and asked Fu Rui to paint.

"I'm not going to tell you anymore, I'm going to start too. Liu Xun said: "I write!" After speaking, he also called a scholar, and the scholar took a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone and put it on the table, and asked Liu Xun to write.

"I compose!" Zhou An decided to compose, but he didn't know anything about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and he couldn't compose poetry, he had very few poems in his head, if he ran out, how could he go to the scientific examination, he still wanted the spirit of Confucianism.

After Zhou An finished speaking, he said, "I'll go back and get a pen and paper." Zhou Anke didn't have a scholar, and he didn't expect Douwen to be like this, which was different from what he thought, so he had to go back and get pen, ink, paper, and inkstone and write down the tune.

"The poor ghost, not even a scholar, still comes to fight for literature. Seeing Zhou An's embarrassing scene, Fu Rui sneered and said.

"Use mine, pen, ink, paper, inkstone, I asked the scholar to bring a few more copies. Liu Xun greeted the scholar and asked him to give Zhou An a copy of the pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

For Liu Xun's help, Zhou An accepted, took the pen, ink, paper and inkstone given by the scholar, laid the paper, and began to study the ink.

Zhou An looked at Fu Rui and Liu Xun while studying ink, Fu Rui was painting an ink painting, and now he had painted a surging river, and now he was painting a small boat on the river.

Although Zhou An doesn't know how to draw, he can still see that the painting is good.

Looking at Liu Xun again, Liu Xun is writing the Analects of the first to learn, and now he has written five words of learning and learning, and these words are very beautiful, not any kind of calligraphy that Zhou An has ever seen in the present world, a bit like those colorful fonts in the previous life, but the font he wrote is black, there are light black, there are medium black, there are dark black, plus a beautiful penmanship, the writing is very good.

Seeing the strength of the two, Zhou An gave up the tune he had thought of before, and decided to seriously think about what kind of tune to write, it must be good, and it is best to be on par with the loyalty to the country he wrote before, so that it is possible to win.

Zhou An searched for suitable tunes in his memory, and one by one the tunes appeared in his mind, Zhou An looked over one by one, and when he saw the thirty-fourth song, Zhou An stopped, and this was it.

Immediately, Zhou An used a ruler to compose music, while writing the lyrics word by word, this time Zhou An was much more proficient, and the speed of writing was a little faster than before.

When Zhou An finished writing, he found that Liu Xun and Fu Rui had finished writing, and put all the words he had drawn and written on the master's desk.

Seeing this, Zhou An put his song in front of the master's table.

"I have written (drawn) everything I am good at, and now I start to comment, and for each person who comments, I will let everyone present see his works. After the master finished speaking, he first picked up Fu Rui's ink painting and looked at it.

After reading it, he said: "The composition of this ink painting is good, the river is surging, the boat is swaying with the wind, the old man is fishing on the boat, the brush and ink techniques are much more refined than last time, it is very layered, it is very comfortable at a glance, but it is a pity that there is still no artistic conception in the painting, and it is only in the list of all paintings, I score seventy-five points." ”

After finishing speaking, let the subordinates show this ink painting to these onlookers, and let them see if they are fair in their comments, which is the practice of the Douwen place, and every manager will do this.

After the students got the painting, they looked at it one after another.

"I feel that the painting is very good, it looks quite beautiful, and even I saw Fu Rui draw the mottled hull, the wrinkles on the old man's face, and the water lines in the river. ”

"It seems that the legend in the fighting field is true, the master is extremely strict, even if the best work, he has never scored more than ninety, and this painting can score seventy-five points is very good. ”

"I haven't heard of what the master said just now. ”

"Artistic conception refers to a realm that can be felt and comprehended, with infinite meaning, but it is difficult to clearly convey and grasp concretely. It is the unity of form, spirit, and reason, and the harmony of the virtual and the real, which is not only born from accidents, but also contained in the image. ”

"Didn't get it. ”

"I don't really understand, it's what my master from the academy said. ”

When these students were discussing, the master looked at Liu Xun's characters and said: "The glyphs are leaning on the staggered, large and small, opening and closing, the thickness of the lines changes obviously, and the ups and downs are their own. Chen Rong takes the precipitous situation, he knots the shape or leans or is positive, heavy or light, there is the beauty of "coming like thunder to collect anger", but it is a pity that the last stroke can not be contained, there is a little mistake, otherwise the word written will go to the next level, I will score sixty-five points for this word, if you can practice the last stroke well, I can give you seventy-five points. ”

After finishing speaking, let the subordinates show this painting to these onlookers.

"The force penetrates the back of the paper, into the wood for three points, the strength of this writing is very great, how does he use the force on the pen, and the words written can not wear the paper, can be printed on the back of the paper, this skill can not be done by ordinary people. ”

"I like his handwriting, and he will definitely become a calligrapher in the future. ”

"I don't see any good things, but I just gave him 65 points, which is too low, just passing. ”

"Compared with Liu Xun's handwriting, I like him more as a person, he is upright, warm, and makes people feel good. ”

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The students commented on Liu Xun's words one after another.

At this time, the master picked up the song written by Zhou An and read it, at first there was no expression, but then his face showed a surprised expression, and when he saw the end, his face appeared with a shocked expression.

The students who often come to the Douwen Arena are the first time to see the master's changing expression, and the master has always been silent and indifferent in the past.

Is Zhou An's writing so good, why did the master change his expression so much.

And when Fu Rui saw these expressions of his master, he had an ominous premonition.

After the master read Zhou An's tunes again, he didn't let his subordinates give the tunes in his hands to other students, the tunes are different from calligraphy and painting, calligraphy and painting are very popular, even if you don't understand them, you can see some of them, and the tunes must have music scores to know how to sing them, and even people who learn music must study for many years to learn the scores, so even if the master gives the tunes in his hands to the students around them, they can only look at the lyrics, and if they want to really sing it, they can't sing it.

So the master plans to sing it himself and let the students around him see if the song written by Zhou An is okay.

The master took a sip of water from the cup, moistened his throat, and began to sing:

I stand in the midst of a gale,

Hate can't,

Sweeping away the heartache,

Looking at the sky and the clouds moving,

Sword in hand,

Ask the world who is the hero,

I stand in the midst of a gale,

Hate can't,

Sweeping away the heartache,

Looking at the sky and the clouds moving,

Sword in hand,

Ask the world who is the hero,

There are a hundred charms and thousands of reds in the world,

I love you alone,

Who is different when you are sad to say goodbye,

How many years of love were buried in a hurry,

You are the most important in my heart,

Joys and sorrows live and die together,

You use tenderness to the bones,

For my pride,

You are the most important in my heart,

My tears rushed to the sky,

In the afterlife, he shall also be a hero,

Return to the sunset.

A heroic and atmospheric and sympathetic "Farewell My Concubine" was sung in the mouth of the master, and all the students present were surging in their hearts, as if they were in the middle of the song, becoming the overlord in it, and talking with Yu Ji about a love that lives and dies together and never abandons.

Overlord heroes!

A beautiful woman like Yu Ji!

In this world there is no overlord and Yu Ji, so everyone thinks that it is a hero, and the love of a peerless beauty.

Zhou An naturally thought of it, he had an idea to tell the love between the overlord and Yu Ji by storytelling, Zhou An knew their love very well, and even Zhou An saw several love movies between the two in his previous life.

All the students were deeply attracted by the song, and until the master finished singing, they still had an aftertaste and tasted the flavor.

Even Fu Rui, who was dissatisfied with Zhou An, was attracted by this song, and Liu Xun sang softly, because the overlord Farewell Concubine was catchy, so he remembered it after listening to it once.