Chapter 549

His rhythm and style have been perfectly integrated with the surrounding scenes.

His powerful control over his momentum has made all the people around him turn their attention to his actions and ignore his clothes.

In this way, before he started to draw the bow, he faintly recalled that he had fought with the traditional naval forces of Japan many years ago.

But what he wanted to tell in his heart was another set: he was anxious at that time, regardless of which country's bow and arrow you were?

It's not inaccurate to use it when you catch it.

Either you die or I die in Japan. In the end, it turned into such a situation.

Ten thousand arrows hit more than 6000 targets, which is the highest record in the dojo.

Hehe, where can I relieve the pressure of dying more than 3000 times?

When Gu Zheng thought of this, his momentum became more and more prosperous. With a bit of determination to fight in the battlefield in his eyes, he did a whole set of bow pulling full moon actions like clouds and flowing water under the silent gaze of others.

There is no obscurity or pause.

Dazzled, as if everyone's eyes were not enough.

I just feel that Gu Zheng at this time, every node of his body is pregnant with Tao, and every action is the deepest rhythm of torture.

Beautiful, smooth, Hunyuan one.

In the process of this seemingly slow but actually fast set of bow and arrow, the original is shown.

The full moon string in the oblique triangle was opened by Gu Zheng. His eyes didn't even pay much attention to the huge target like a thick disk.

Even if it is nearly 30 meters away, it is much bigger than the eyes of eagles in the sky and the throat of Japanese pirates on the ground.

He just glanced lightly with his eyes, and the arrow between his fingers gushed out. With the momentum of duty bound, he moved forward bravely.

"Bang!"

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

The traces of rain on it also bounced up, splashing countless small water sprays.

At this time, Gu Zheng, with empty eyes and relaxed wrists, gently put down the bow that has released the arrow, bent his knees and sat cross in the empty field, saluted deeply to the people watching the arrow behind him, so as to finish the final end.

The venue was quiet as if it were empty. On the contrary, Professor Yang, who had seen Gu Zheng shocked the audience too many times, had developed drug resistance and was the first to react.

He didn't care what the rules were after the bow show, but he slapped himself very much.

make love!

Good!

And this round of applause also startled everyone around.

Under the guidance of Professor Yang, everyone clapped together.

The Japanese, headed by Fujiwara's family, were stunned.

If they had not known the origin of Gu Zheng, they would have thought they had met the descendants of everyone who had been here for many years.

On the other hand, Fujiwara's classmates were flushed and flushed one by one.

That's exciting! Shame again!

Individual heroism is the eternal love of Japanese young people who have been talking about collectivism since childhood.

They also expect that they will be Gu Zheng's incarnation and shine so brightly on the court. At that time, Cangzi and Youzi's campus goddess will all bow down under their crotch cloth.

Unfortunately, the hero in the field just nodded slightly, got up again, retreated to the outside, as if nothing had happened, and sat behind Professor Yang.

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

The cameraman on one side tried to calm down the rhythm of his breathing without a little exclamation. He secretly saved the video of the action of bending bow and arrow just photographed.

God, the friendly exchanges between China and Japan, which have always been commonplace, can't even cover a piece of real-time news.

Now there are such eye-catching selling points. If he can't cut out a wonderful video this time, he won't mix the business of special invited reporters in the future.

This strange atmosphere was finally broken by the reaction of Fujiwara Hao. He was a little surprised and squeezed in the direction of Gu Zheng. Like a child worshipping an idol, he bowed and said, "senior, it's so powerful!"

"Which bow path did you follow in China?"

China doesn't play Japanese Archery

However, Gu Zheng's integrity is guaranteed, and he did not leave it in front of foreign compatriots. He calmly returned to: "Bao Erjin. Tiemuzhen."

"What?"

This sentence was said in Chinese. Under the strange eyes of the Chinese delegation, Gu Zheng quickly waved his hand and said with a smile: "it's just because he likes to touch some Japanese bows in the archery hall."

"Maybe I am more energetic in sports, and I belong to the kind that makes sense at one point."

"So please don't care."

That's right. Don't deceive children.

Wouldn't it be good if it had any unnecessary international impact.

Fujiwara, on the other side, once felt that his son was too polite. He couldn't help scolding: "Hiroshi Fujiwara, please pay attention to your etiquette. How can you be so rude to the guests."

But Professor Yang on one side patted Gu Zheng on the shoulder and picked up Fujiwara's scolding words.

"They are all young people of the same age. Naturally, they have the same way of making friends as young people. Don't worry about old men like us."

"If brother Fujiwara really feels sorry, he will take a look at Gu Zheng's works and say a lot of good words in front of the gallery owners and individual collectors."

An elegant outfit successfully returned to the routine money transaction.

This makes Fujiwara's original feeling better.

He smiled, patted Gu Zheng on the shoulder and returned: "no problem. When the children's paintings are finished, I will let those radical critics show mercy."

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

At the beginning, Professor Yang handed over all the photos of Gu Zheng's homework works painted in the Academy of fine arts to the team assistant.

Gu Zheng was quite surprised at this forward-looking behavior.

He looked up and down at Professor Yang with suspicious eyes and asked, "Professor, did you have a premeditation to deliberately give senior Zhang Leng something to eat after knowing I came to Tokyo, and then let me replace it with my body?"

After listening to this, Professor Yang, if not for the frame by frame display of the paintings of the representatives of young Chinese painters in the front display screen, he would be furious on the spot and let Gu Zheng have a good taste of what is called walking stick.

But at this time, Professor Yang can only hold his breath and return: "do you think I am an irresponsible professor?"

"Your re education college is basically going to take you as a model for their college."

"In addition to the pictures included in the college album, the photos of your works are one set, and the exercise set made by your professional professor is another set."

"It has become a tool for them to show off their faces and distribute publicity in the traditional Chinese painting major of the Central Academy of fine arts."

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

"Why do you think I have your paintings? Go back and find the real culprit!"

Ah, so there are so many things happening when I don't know?

Originally, I have indirectly become a celebrity of the Central Academy of fine arts.

Gu Zheng, who dared not say more, waited for his works to appear on the big screen.

However, when his long scroll painting "the painting of Min zhe resisting Japanese invaders" was displayed on the big screen, he covered his face for the honesty of the professor of the Academy of fine arts.

Grandpa, can I ask you to kiss grandpa?

You didn't look at the picture above, so you brought it here?

But who would have thought that all the people in the exhibition hall, even the most reserved Japanese, were surprised after seeing the painting.

Yes, surprised, excited, but not much anger.

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

Among these calligraphers and painters who had a deep understanding of the Japanese culture, there were two people inherited from the old general family... With tears streaming down their faces.

They trembled and pointed to the clothes of a team of samurai storming troops whose heads were harvested by the water army of the Ming Dynasty, as if to prove their family glory, and cried: "yes, in the broken Ming Qilu at home, our ancestors wore such clothes."

"Yes, look at their fearless expression. When fighting for survival, they have the spirit of fearless death."

"Look at the samurai swords of the Ming Dynasty at that time. Both the modeling and the posture used were so primitive and realistic."

"This painting is really exquisite and perfect."

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

What else can you say?

The effect is such a reversal.

As for the theme of the painting itself?

Then we have to look at the mentality of the painter?

Different perspectives lead to different understandings.

Many people saw Gu Zheng's inscription on one corner of the painting. They all brushed their eyes together and turned to his direction.

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

I just don't know the price

Before Gu Zheng's voice fell, the gallery owner named Inoue offered his own price.

"300000 yen."

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