The teachers of Tianlong Royal Academy all have a common characteristic - strictness, treat all students equally, and do not need to salute any students from a powerful family. When the old man with a white beard on the stage saw Ye Wuchen come in, the fanaticism in his eyes was even better than those students with admiration. He was the person who witnessed Ye Wuchen's painting skills on the court that day. It was from that day that he knew what painting is and what the peak of painting skills is.

There is no good or bad at learning. This old man who is addicted to paintings and lives can be said to regard Ye Wuchen as a god. Although this occasion is obviously not suitable, he still showed his excitement on his face. It seemed that he rushed over and knelt down on the ground to become a disciple.

"Mr. Ye, I finally waited for you. I have been impressed by your painting skills for a long time, but I just regret not being able to pay my respects. I was so excited that I heard that you would come in person yesterday. I was so excited that I never slept all night. Mr. Ye is here, and I really don't dare to continue to show my ugly face. I wonder if I have the honor to ask Mr. Ye to teach us a lesson to satisfy my wishes. I am really grateful."

This old man was eager and eager to express his desire. He directly forgot Long Huang'er beside him. In his opinion, listening to a lesson in such a painting of gods and people will benefit him for a lifetime. In front of Ye Wuchen, how dare he call himself a teacher, and he directly called himself "old man".

The students in the audience were all surprised. No one expected that this usually serious teacher would show such a posture to a person who was no longer much older than them today. Although the recent rumors have made Ye Wuchen so amazing, these newborn calves with prominent backgrounds are all arrogant and look at themselves even bigger than the sky. Not many people would convince someone because of the rumors. At this time, the old man's attitude forced them to put away their deliberate arrogance.

It’s painting again. It seems that since I came to this world, I always encounter some things related to painting. Ye Wuchen thought, while sighing that his interest when he was a child had been playing painting skills intermittently for three months, and he actually had such a big help in this world.

"I don't know what sir?" Ye Wuchen asked politely.

"My surname is Hua and his name is Bu Hao." The old man quickly replied.

Huabuhao...I can't draw well. Ye Wuchen almost laughed out loud on the spot. If he can't draw well, he can learn painting skills. No wonder you can only be a teacher in the junior class.

He made up his face, patted Long Huang'er's back and said, "Princess, go to your seat first, and I'll teach you how to paint yourself today?"

How could Long Huanger not agree to such a fun thing? Her eyes lit up, she nodded excitedly, and then hurriedly ran to her drawing board to sit down. Although she often didn't remember which position she was, she could find it at a glance every time... because that position was always empty.

Ye Wuchen's words naturally agreed to Hua Buhao's request, which made him extremely excited. He quickly walked off the stage and respectfully let Ye Wuchen walk up. He stood in the corner of the wall, looking at him attentively, fearing that every move he had and every word he said.

Ye Wuchen stood on the stage and glanced down. This was a somewhat luxuriously decorated studio, with more than thirty male and female students sitting in front of each of them. Each of them had a wide painting board. Each of them had a superb temperament and was definitely not from an ordinary family. As a princess, Long Huanger naturally sat in the middle position. At this time, she was looking at him excitedly with her big dark eyes. The first time she felt that going to school could be so interesting.

After a brief silence, he suddenly laughed: "Do you have a lot to ask? It doesn't matter. Even if you ask, no one will blame you."

As soon as these words were spoken, the boys and girls who had long been unable to hold back almost started to riot, and shouted one by one and became a mess.

"I heard that the bug you drew was taken away by a bird. Isn't it true?"

"Can you draw a lotus that you can bloom on our own? I really want to see it with my own eyes."

"I heard that you defeated Lin Xiao, the most powerful one. Is this true? Why are you so powerful?"

"Who did you learn painting from when you started learning?"

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"My brother admires you so much, and I admire you too. Will I marry you in the future?"

"My sister asked my father to propose marriage that day, why did you disagree? Is my sister really not as good as the sister of the Hua family?"

After the chaotic questioning was initially centered on painting skills, Ye Wuchen had everything, which made him feel a little bitterly smiled. He coughed and pressed his hands. He smiled and said, "Okay, you have asked all the questions. Now it's my turn to speak. If you want to know what kind of person I am, then learn it yourself. The news from others' mouths is often not necessarily true. And if you want to see the blooming lotus, why not try to understand the painting skills yourself and draw a better painting in the future and let others praise and amaze them. Isn't it better? What others draw is ultimately someone else's things. Only by drawing it yourself can you get the greatest satisfaction and enjoyment. Are you right?"

After hearing this, Hua Buhao was silent first, and then nodded greatly. The students nodded as if they were not fully understood. Although most of them had not fully understood the meaning, they finally calmed down.

"So, now everyone remember my name. Today I will take your teacher for a while. In the future, you will be proud of it!"

Ye Wuchen picked up his brush and quickly wrote his name on the painting paper in front of him in the traditional Chinese characters of this world. Then he turned the easel and presented three big words "Ye Wuchen" like dragons and phoenixes to them. They looked at the name, and his voice filled with arrogance and confidence still echoed in his ears.

"I... used to be his student." Many years later, when they talked about this with their friends and descendants, they were full of glory and pride. The audience also showed envy and fanaticism. Then, they would sigh with regret: "It's just that time is too short, only such a short and hasty day."

Huabuhao's eyes were as if attracted by magnets, frozen on those three big characters. The three short characters combine the atmosphere and beauty. When you first look, you feel pleasing to the eye. When you look closely, you can taste a magnificent momentum from the words, like a mountain entering the clouds and a sea of ​​storms. You can write the characters to such a level, let alone what you saw with your own eyes, you have never even heard of them.

His eyes were wet, because these three words were written with his brush, and that brush would become his precious collection in the future. And those three words... If Ye Wuchen did not take them away, he had already planned to rush over and grab them after he left, and then hang them in the bedroom, savor them every day, even if they don't have money, they will never sell them.

Ye Wuchen knew very well a few days ago that he was willing to do so, and he would buy a few money. It is unprecedented to make money, but no one will come later.

"Since everyone is sitting here, they are naturally here to learn painting skills. Then let me ask you, why do you choose to learn painting skills?" Ye Wuchen's eyes swept and asked calmly.

"Because I want to become a very powerful painter!" A man who looked nodded much than Long Huang'er said loudly. His answer made the gang nod in unison. Of course, a considerable number of them were forced to come reluctantly.

"Then why do you want to be a painter?" Ye Wuchen asked with a smile at the boy.

The boy was embarrassed. This question was not very strong for them, and they couldn't find any words to answer. Ye Wuchen continued, "Do you know why I learned to draw?" They all showed inquisitive expressions, and even Hua Buhao raised his ears hard, "Because at that time I wanted to draw the most important and favorite person..."

The word "mom" flashed through his mind, but she could not be reflected. In the deep sea of ​​memory, there was only that indelible attachment, but her existence was gone.

"There can be divided into many kinds of paintings. But the fundamental purpose of painting is to express inner feelings. Only paintings made with hands and hearts are real paintings. The paintings made with hands and paintings are only for paintings without emotions." Ye Wuchen finished speaking, looked at their drawing boards and asked, "Now, can you tell me what you are painting?"

Hua Buhao quickly replied: "I am teaching them to draw tigers."

"Tiger?" Ye Wuchen nodded, then pointed at a student casually and asked, "This little sister. Do you like tigers?"

The little girl shook her head: "I don't like it."

"What do you think when you draw a tiger?"

The little girl blinked her eyes and said carefully: "I...I didn't think about anything. I'll draw a stroke if I teach you a stroke."

"What do you like the most?" Ye Wuchen asked.

The little girl didn't think much and blurted out: "I like phoenix feather flowers the most! I have to plant a lot every year, and there will be a lot of flowers in the yard."

"Okay, then you can tear off the tiger you just drew and draw the phoenix feather flower." Ye Wuchen said with a smile.

"Ah? But the teacher hasn't started teaching us to draw flowers and plants. I...I can't draw."

Ye Wuchen shook his head and said seriously: "The things you like most are usually the things you are most familiar with. If you don't even have the confidence to draw the most favorite things you are most familiar with, what's the use of learning painting skills? Don't worry about not drawing well. Use a brush to draw them according to the phoenix feather flowers you think in your mind. If you feel that you haven't drawn well, then do it again until the drawing is exactly the same as what you think in your heart. You have to believe in yourself."

The little girl stayed for a few seconds, and was deeply moved by his words. She nodded, tore off a piece of painting paper without hesitation, picked up a brush, hung it on the paper, and did not fall down for a long time. Because she was closing her eyes, she described the Fengyuhua, which she liked and familiar most.

“What is your favorite thing?”

"Well... it's my father!"

"Then you draw your father."

"Ah? But..."

"Nothing is there. A man is not confident that he can't even paint something as simple as a matter of painting? Since you like your father the most, don't you want to draw your father with your own hands and give it to him to see? I think that would be the most precious gift your father has received."

"...Well! Although it's difficult, I will definitely draw it well and show it to my father."

"So, what do you like the most?"

"My favorite...play!"

"... Then you draw the happiest time you have played. You must also want to keep the happiest memories, right? Then, use your brush to leave it on the painting."
Chapter completed!