What kind of person wants to take out a copybook?
No matter what, the thousand-character essay used for enlightenment will always be silent.
Li Baimao was so happy that he really had a successor. He didn't care about his own calligraphy. He stretched his neck and looked over there. The others also pricked up their ears while writing.
The clear voice was lazily soaked in the sunshine, "Qin Shiguan, what word did I write?"
Qin Huan's brows twitched. He always felt that this student was a little out of common sense. "Immortality."
"How was the writing?" she asked again.
Qin Huan mused, "It's a good calligraphy to dominate at a high position but not to show off." This is a bit surprising. The handwriting of a female student from China is actually very elegant.
Moreover, what she wrote was not the small regular script commonly used in China, nor the simplified characters commonly used in Zangyunjian, but an older script, so ancient that if he did not study literature and history, he might not be able to understand it.
Zhan Changfeng said, "Master Qin asked us to use the best words to silently record the chapters that I admire most. As for me, I have used the best words, and 'Longevity' is enough to cover all the scenery."
Arrogance or sophistry?
Even the most attentive people stopped writing and looked at the window, and whispers broke out.
Qin Huan's eyes are shrewd, and others don't know it. He knows that she will not silently read other articles. He secretly thinks that this quick wit is good or bad. To be fair, he hopes that his students will face up to their own shortcomings instead of covering up the past.
So he deliberately thought, "Two words are too few to allow people to read all the depths. Is there anything else?"
Zhan Changfeng refused bluntly, "That's enough."
Qin Huan stared at her, as if trying to find something, and Zhan Changfeng looked back calmly.
After a long time, Qin Huan suddenly realized that he was talking to her and she was talking to him.
Qin Huan thinks this is a bit ridiculous. A child can understand what Tao is, but it is nothing more than deliberately ambiguous words and insufficient whitewashing.
He couldn't help but shake his head, "Children don't talk about life."
Qin Huan said to the students, "You all hope that you can practice cultivation, and you all yearn for immortality, but you should be pragmatic and don't be distracted by those vain thoughts."
Many students nodded and thought, there is a lot of profound meaning in this, and there is a hidden edge.
Zhan Changfeng just laughed it off without any need to argue.
Suddenly, Li Baimao seemed to have received some kind of pardon. He couldn't help but raised his hands and shouted, "Master Qin, for me, reciting the General History is really a futile thing. It's too unrealistic. Can I not recite it?" !”
"Delusion." Qin Huan scolded him and poured a basin of cold water. "You haven't recited the book from the morning yet. Come over and collect the board before you go home, so as not to accumulate it until tomorrow."
At the end of the lesson, Zhan Changfeng wiped the ink stains on his fingertips accidentally, and his vision suddenly dimmed.
"Okay, sisters, we had a fight with Master Qin when we came here." Most of the people in the corridor outside were lying on the window sill, smiling with two dimples and a pair of fangs, and holding freshly washed brushes and brushes in their hands. The small blue and white dish is quite clean after washing.
Zhan Changfeng narrowed his eyes and said, "Move a little to the right."
"Ah? Oh." Li Baimao moved and realized when he saw that the light on Zhan Changfeng was gone. However, he did not walk away and complained slightly, "You are really... really... oops , Yu Sheng, what’s the word for saying someone is shameless?”
Yu Sheng, "Shameless."
"Hey, did I use the right word?!" Li Baimao said in surprise.
"Well, you finally found a word that suits you." Yu Sheng was also very happy.
Li Baimao was confused, "What word?"
"You are so shameless." The tall boy passed by with a sneer.
"Just wait for me, Han Zhigao."
Li Baimao has a big heart, and he would use words such as "shameless" to make a joke before he even knew him. If no one was around to help him carry the bag, he would have been put in a sack many times.
Yu Sheng looked at this new classmate. He didn't look embarrassed or pretending to understand. He seemed to be just enjoying the rare shade, but he was different from the people he had met before.
Yu Sheng looks pretty, her eyebrows are lightly swept, and her eyes are like stars. She sits calmly, with her hands in front of her belly, greeting Zhan Changfeng across the narrow aisle.
The scholar's uniform matches the beauty, and the elegance does not hide the pride.
She said, "Hello, I am Yu Sheng, Yu Sheng's Yu, Yu Sheng's Sheng."
Li Baimao rolled his eyes, "Sister, you might as well not introduce me. Who knows what the word is."
Zhan Changfeng held his cheek with one hand and tilted his head to look at her lazily. There seemed to be a hint of smile in the corner of his eyes, "Yu Shengshang Yiyin,? [Gardenia was so beautiful that the beauty has not yet begun, but she dares to spend the rest of her life in vain."
Li Baimao couldn't hear the compliment, but just watched helplessly as Lan Xinting, who was scolding the sky and the earth, suddenly became cautious, as if angry and helpless, "I only accepted it as a compliment."
"This is also a compliment." Zhan Changfeng said.
The magnanimity was overwhelming, but fortunately the bell rang and the chess lesson began.
As Yu Sheng listened to the old gentleman's explanation of the chess records, his thoughts drifted to his new classmates unconsciously. In just one hour, his impressions changed three times. I'm afraid he had never gone through so many twists and turns in a book.
At first, she stood tall at the door, reserved, cold and restrained, polite but merciless.
The sentence "enough" was full of the perseverance and spirit of a fanatic. However, when she squinted her eyes and recited the words, she was gentle and lazy, with a to-the-point transparency.
If temperament constitutes a person, then she is probably one part restrained and polite, and nine parts dare to challenge the sky.
Zhan Changfeng has no intention of exploring herself in other people's eyes. She just holds the chess records and thinks blankly. Playing chess is really her shortcoming. What she doesn't like the most is walking in this kind of rigid game. No matter how powerful the chess player is, she can break the game. , and it may not be possible to get a disk.
The old gentleman who taught chess skills explained the chess moves while quoting scriptures. After half an hour, they were asked to fight against each other.
Usually there are two people in the front seat and just turn around.
In front of Zhan Changfeng was a young man named Wang Xi. He was holding a chess piece in one hand and holding his belly in the other.
Seeing that his expression was not good, she said, "If you feel uncomfortable, you can take a rest."
"No, no," Wang Xi smiled awkwardly, "I just get a stomachache easily when I'm anxious."
"It may be caused by imbalance of the liver and spleen. It may be a minor illness or a major illness. Go to the medical clinic when you have time."
"Oh...hey...thank you, you can still see a doctor."
"I can not only see doctors, but I can also read faces," Zhan Changfeng said expressionlessly, "If you put down the chess pieces at this time, your stomach will definitely stop hurting."
Wang Xi didn't dare to move his hand hanging on the chessboard. He widened his eyes, looked at the white chess piece in his hand, and then looked at the empty space that happened to be facing him at this moment. "True or not, no, don't lie to me. I obviously don't." I’m going to lose, and this guy is useless.”
Zhan Changfeng said no more.
Wang Xi glanced at her, hesitated again and again, and finally smashed the jar and dropped the chess pieces. In an instant, the remaining white chess pieces connected together, and the big dragon was alive!
"I won?!" The boy shouted in shock, how could it survive!
Most people's round has ended, and they move around looking for a suitable opponent regardless of distance.
When Wang Xi shouted, a man happened to be walking by. When he heard it, he snorted coldly, "What did you think?"
He glanced at Zhan Changfeng, a bit arrogantly.
"Who is this?" Zhan Changfeng asked casually.
Wang Xi frowned, "Yu Zhihuai."
Li Baimao was very lenient. He twisted his neck and shouted across two cases, "Yu Zhihuai, a master."
Zhan Changfeng raised his eyebrows, and Li Baimao abandoned his opponent and ran over, lowering his voice and saying, "Master of chess, if you win, he won't just pass by."
