Lu Mingfei, the Martial Saint of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 40 God and Form

These are the skills he developed in Kyushu. Today is the first time Lu Mingfei has put pen to paper since he came back. The ink brushes and rice paper locked with modern technology are good, but when used by Lu Mingfei, they lack a bit of aura. After all, modern technology No matter how efficient the craftsmanship machine is, it cannot compare to the work of a master craftsman who put his painstaking efforts into it.

No matter what, it works just fine.

Calligraphy and painting are calligraphy and painting. Lu Mingfei's painting "Tian Shui" was handed down from generation to generation, but his calligraphy was a bit weak, so I saw a calligraphy class today and became interested.

He has no requirements for the environment of calligraphy and painting. Even if he is surrounded by five or six-year-old children, when he really wants to write, he must concentrate on writing and not be distracted for a moment. This is also the secret of resting his mind.

It's a pity that the crying was too loud and the classroom was noisy, so this time I had to give up halfway.

Lu Mingfei sighed slightly, but at this moment, he had an air of magnanimity. He was completely different from the lonely young man sitting on the rooftop watching the sunset burn and crash. He had a master's air that was hard to look at.

He walked straight out of the classroom and gently closed the door. Teacher Wang came forward and told everyone about the thirteen martial arts schools' plans to sign up.

Lu Mingfei nodded and agreed.

Teaching one person is teaching, and teaching ten is teaching to hundreds. When he had nothing to do in Kyushu, he once taught his soldiers how to practice martial arts. After all, if you are trapped in a battle and have a narrow escape from death, even if your martial arts improves by an inch, the chance of survival will increase by one point.

It is precisely because of this that he has accumulated a huge amount of experience and gained experience in teaching martial arts to others.

What's more, after the unification of Kyushu, the Great Zhou Dynasty accepted the world's martial arts into the Tiandi Pavilion. He studied there for three years to create the Tianzhu. but.

"Remember to find someone to pay the registration fee."

Lu Mingfei taught earnestly.

This is the key point. Every student has a share. In addition to the basic salary, he, the head coach, can also get 30% of each student's turnover. Lu Mingfei, who is running away from home, can only count on this for food.

"Okay, let's go. Don't gather here and delay people's studies."

Lu Mingfei waved people away and returned to the classroom.

After a while, the children's crying stopped, and the female teacher breathed a sigh of relief, but when Kendo Mingfei came in again, her face tightened.

Oh my god, what did she see? The people who were outside just now were fierce and injured. No matter how you looked at them, they were gangsters. They scared the children to tears if you didn't look at them. So what is the origin of this young man? How could gangsters So afraid of him.

There is no need to think about it at all, the answer is already coming out, the black...* Dao Prince has the power of life and death in his hand, and countless people have been tortured to death.

So when the free practice was over, the female teacher gave another lecture. After finishing a paragraph, she carefully looked at Lu Mingfei and asked.

"Do you think I'm right?"

Lu Mingfei... Lu Mingfei feels that girl, you don't seem to have a bright mind.

I found that the prince Lu Mingfei was silent. In fact, he didn't know how to say "reasonable, you are the teacher." The girl on the podium almost trembled.

Mom, I'm so scared.

In the evening, every class in the Children's Palace had dispersed. Lu Mingfei stretched out, rolled up his manuscript carefully, got up and went out.

Several library owners were already waiting at the door. When they saw Lu Mingfei coming out, they hurriedly stepped forward to help take the copybook from Lu Mingfei's hand.

"Teacher, just rest and we'll get it."

Lu Mingfei nodded.

"Put it in the training room first. I'll pick it up tomorrow."

As he spoke, he turned to wash his hands.

These things were the remnants of his resting spirit all afternoon. He rested his mind with calligraphy and painting, so he would naturally leave some manuscripts. From Lu Mingfei's point of view, these copybooks were just ordinary and of little value, but it was a pity to lose them. He planned to find a temporary residence tomorrow. The house will be processed later.

He must be looking for a house. He doesn't really want to go back to his uncle's house yet. He needs to give himself some time to adapt, so he thinks of living outside for a while as a buffer period after returning from Kyushu.

The idea held by several gym owners is very simple. The so-called master has something to do and the disciples must obey him. Since he has practiced martial arts with Yama and can show more performance in front of this teacher, he may be able to learn one and a half more moves. The general rule is good of.

As long as the teacher washes his hands, they have nothing to do. They can't rush in and say, "Teacher, please leave your hands and let me wash them. There is a high probability that they will be beaten to death."

Out of boredom, someone became interested in the manuscript paper in their hands.

I wonder what the teacher achieved after studying all afternoon?

Unable to resist his curiosity, he stretched his neck to confirm that the teacher was still washing his hands. He secretly said to himself that he would just take a quick look. It would be troublesome to wash his hands with ink, and the teacher would definitely not notice. He opened the copybook carefully.

As soon as that word came into his eyes, he let out a light sigh and his eyes widened.

"What's wrong? What are you looking at?"

The movement here quickly attracted the rest of the people.

When they saw someone looking at the teacher's exercise copybook, they couldn't help but become curious, and all of them turned their heads to take a look.

"It's interesting!"

"Tsk tsk, this time the bees must have been around for a few years."

"You are just talking about it. If you ask me, calligraphy is about spirit first and form secondly. Don't pay attention to the teacher's words and ink. You have to separate from it and look at it from a broad perspective that takes into account the overall situation."

"Hey, you are right. You have done your research."

"Don't tell me, there is actually a cold food post in his house. Last time I went there, he showed it off to me, saying it was passed down by the master. He dug it out from the junk pile and pawned it off."

"Hanshi Tie! It's the Cold Food Tie from Master Su Shi of the Northern Song Dynasty! It's known as one of the three great running scripts in the world!"

The knowledgeable people exclaimed.

"What's the fuss about?"

The martial artist who found the cold food note at home wanted to sew the big mouth shut with a needle.

He glanced left and right vigilantly, fearing that someone would miss his treasure after hearing it.

"What kind of cold food post! Can I, a poor martial arts practitioner, keep the original work of Master Su?"

"Don't even think about it!"

He complained a few words and then softened his tone.

"Copying is just copying, but in some years, it must be something from the Ming Dynasty. The author still has some enthusiasm. In my opinion, it has at least gained three points of Master Su's innocence."

As he spoke, he felt proud again. It was also true that someone who could show his newly acquired precious copybook to the guests showed off his temperament.

"That's more or less an antique."

"What a blessing."

The others congratulated and said some kind words.

"Since you have such good things at home, why don't you give Zhang Zhang an eye and see how good the teacher's copybook is."

The man said a few reserved words and then nodded in agreement.

"Let's talk first. My level is limited. If there are any discrepancies, please don't laugh."

"That's that."

"How could I laugh at you!"

The man opened the copybook in a decent manner, looked at it up and down, frowned, and pursed his lips in silence.

The remaining martial arts masters looked anxiously, but they couldn't say anything and could only wait.

"It's a pity, it's a pity."

After looking at it for a long time, the man shook his head and sighed.