The Correct Posture For Salted Fish To Turn Over

Chapter 551: I am a humble person

The rhythm and style of his body have been perfectly integrated with the surrounding scenes.

His powerful control of his own aura has caused everyone around him to turn their attention to his actions, ignoring his clothes.

In this way, he adopted the most standard eight basic gentleman's styles. Before he started to draw the bow, he recalled lightly: Many years ago, he had a confrontation with the traditional navy troops of the Japanese nation.

But what he wanted to tell in his heart was a different one: At that time, he was anxious, regardless of which country you are from?

Just use it when you grab it, and it doesn't lose your accuracy.

Waguo was either the bow of your death or my death, and finally evolved into such a point.

Ten thousand arrows and more than 6,000 targets are even the highest record in the dojo.

Hehe, where can the pressure of death more than 3,000 times be relieved?

Thinking of this Gu Zheng, the aura on his body is getting stronger and stronger, his eyes are filled with the fortitude of fighting on the battlefield, just under the quiet gaze of others, like a cloud and flowing water. The full moon's bow was done.

There is not a trace of obscurity, and there is no pause for a moment.

In the dazzling, it seems that everyone's eyes are not enough to use.

At this time, Gu Zheng, every node in his body gave birth to Dao, and every movement was a rhythm that interrogated the deepest part of his heart.

Beautiful, smooth, and original.

In this seemingly slow but fast set of bows and arrows, the original is revealed.

The full moon string of the oblique triangle was pulled apart by Gu Zheng, and his eyes didn't even pay too much attention to the huge target that was as big as a thick disk.

Even if it was nearly thirty meters away, it was far bigger than the eyes of the eagle in the sky and the throat of the Japanese pirates on the ground.

He just faintly swept his eyes, and the arrow between his fingers gushed out, with the force of reluctance, he went forward bravely.

'boom! ’

The arrow that was supposed to be here was firmly anchored on the target.

The traces of the rain that shook it also bounced, splashing countless small splashes of water.

At this time, Gu Zheng, with his eyes open, his wrists relaxed, and the bow that had released the arrow, gently lowered, sitting cross-legged in the empty field, facing the person watching the arrow behind him, deeply. Give a gift to make the final closing.

The venue was quiet, as if there was no one. On the contrary, Professor Yang, who had seen Gu Zheng shocked the audience so many times, was already drug-resistant, and was the first to react.

He didn't care about the rules after the Kyudo performance, but instead he slapped his hands very aggressively.

Happiness!

OK!

And the sound of this applause also shocked the minds of the people around.

Under the guidance of Professor Yang, everyone applauded one after another.

The Japanese people, headed by the Fujiwara family, were stunned.

If they hadn't known the origin of Gu Zheng, they would have thought they had met the descendants of everyone who had been immersed in this way for many years.

On the side, Fujiwara Hiroshi's classmates were blushing, their faces flushed.

That is exciting! Shame again!

Personal heroism is the eternal love in the heart of young people who have been from the collectivist Wa country since they were young.

They also hope that they are the incarnation of Gu Zheng at this time, and can shine so brightly on the court. Then, what is the name of Soko, Yuko's campus goddess, will all bow under their own loincloth.

It is a pity that the hero in the field just nodded slightly, got up again, retreated to the side of the field, and sat behind Professor Yang as if nothing had happened.

Faintly, as if he had just drunk a glass of water.

On the other hand, the photographer on the side worked hard to calm the rhythm of his breathing, without exclaiming a little bit, and secretly saved the video of the bow-and-arrow action that was just filmed. That's good.

Oh my God, the friendly exchanges between China and Japan, which have always been unremarkable, can't even catch a single piece of current news.

Nowadays, he has such an eye-catching selling point. If he can't cut a wonderful video this time, he won't be a guest reporter in the future.

And this weird atmosphere was finally broken by Hiroshi Fujiwara who reacted. He squeezed in Gu Zheng's direction with a little surprise, like a child worshiping an idol, bowed his head and said, "Senior! Really! It's amazing!"

"Excuse me, which Chinese archery do you follow?"

China doesn’t play the Japanese Kyudo...

However, Gu Zheng's morals are guaranteed, and he did not leave it in front of foreign compatriots. He calmly returned: "Bai'er is only a catty Tiemuzhen."

"what?"

This sentence was spoken in Chinese. Under the strange eyes of the Chinese delegation, Gu Zheng hurriedly waved his hands and smiled: "It's just because I like to be in the archery hall and have been exposed to some Waguo bows."

"Maybe I am a person who is more capable in sports and belongs to the kind that makes it easy."

"So please don't care."

That's right, don't deceive the children.

Wouldn't it be bad if it caused unnecessary international influence?

And Fujiwara on the side felt that his son's behavior was too polite, and he couldn't help but scolded: "Fujiwara Hiroshi, please pay attention to your manners, how can you be so rude to the guests."

However, Professor Yang on the side patted Gu Zheng on the shoulder indifferently, and took the words of Fujiwara's scolding.

"They are all young people, and they are similar in age. Naturally, they have the same way of making friends as young people. For old men like us, don't take care of them."

"If Brother Fujiwara really feels sorry, why not take a look at Gu Zheng's work for a while, and in front of the gallery owner and personal collector who bought it, please say a few words."

After an elegant pretence, he successfully returned to the routine money transaction.

This made the Fujiwara family's original heart-stuck feeling just three points better.

He laughed, and patted Gu Zheng on the shoulder encouragingly, before returning: "No problem, when the time comes, the children's paintings, I will let those radical critics be merciful."

Hearing this, Professor Yang's ultimate goal was achieved. With the smile of the old fox, he waited for the 800-year-old painting review meeting at the center of this champion.

At the same time as the beginning, Professor Yang handed all the photos of the work that Gu Zheng had painted in the Academy of Fine Arts to the hands of the team assistants.

For this somewhat forward-looking behavior, Gu Zheng was still quite surprised.

He looked up and down Professor Yang with suspicion, and asked: "Professor, did you premeditate, after knowing that I came to Tokyo, you deliberately gave Senior Zhang Leng something that shouldn't be eaten, and then let me Replaced by body?"

After hearing this, Professor Yang, if it weren’t for the display of the paintings represented by the young Chinese painter in the front of the display screen frame by frame, he would definitely go violently on the spot and let Gu Zheng have a good taste of what is called crutches. The taste.

But at this time Professor Yang could only suffocate his breath and return: "Do you think I am an irresponsible professor?"

"You re-education academy, basically you are about to use you as a model for their academy."

"Each homework subject work, in addition to the pictures included in the academy, there is a set of photos of your work, and another set of exercises done by your professional professor."

"It has become a tool for them to show off their faces, and distribute propaganda everywhere in the Chinese Painting Department of the Central Academy of Fine Arts."

"The professors over there, together with the newly hired lecturers, are now basically a collection of personal works by the new painter Gu Zheng."

"You said why I have your paintings, go back and find the real culprit!"

Ah, it turns out that there are so many things happening without me knowing?

It turns out that he has indirectly become a celebrity in the Central Academy of Fine Arts.

Gu Zheng, who dare not speak any more, waited for his work to appear on the big screen.

But when his long-scroll painting "The Picture of Min Zhe Fighting against Japanese Japanese" was displayed on the big screen, he still covered his face for the uprightness of the professor of the Academy of Fine Arts.

Grandpa, can I call you a pro-grandpa?

Don't you look at the painting above, you brought this painting here?

But whoever came up with it, everyone in the entire exhibition hall, even the most reserved Japanese people, screamed after seeing this painting ~www.wuxiaspot.com~.

Yes, surprise, excitement, but not much anger.

Because in this work, they saw a very clear historical context of the traditional warrior costumes and the bows and arrows used by the Japanese people in the Ming Dynasty.

Those calligraphers and painters who had a very deep understanding of the Japanese culture, at that time there were two people who were inherited from the old general's family... They were bursting into tears.

They tremblingly pointed at the dress of the samurai charging team whose heads had been harvested by the Ming Dynasty naval forces above, as if they were proving their family glory, and cried: "Yes, the broken Ming Qilu at home. In, our ancestors were dressed in clothes like the wearer."

"Yeah, look at their fearless expressions, their fearless spirit when fighting for survival."

"Look at the katana of the Ming Dynasty standard at that time, no matter the shape or the posture used, it is so ancient and realistic."

"This painting is really elegant and perfect."

"Please be sure to sell this painting to us!"

What can I say?

The effect is just such a reversal.

As for the theme of the painting itself?

Then it depends on the mentality of the painter?

Different perspectives, different understandings.

Many people saw Gu Zheng's inscription on the corner of the painting, and Gu turned their eyes to his direction.

"Uh, does anyone want to buy it? This painting is for sale."

I just don't know the price...