"I said," how do you fish with a straight hook? The soul of ink painting is not so stupid. " Yang Ziming didn't understand Chu Lan's meaning at all.
Chu Xiaotian laughed: "I call this kind of fishing straight hook fishing, no matter who wants to hook. When you understand this fact, you will catch fish. I can't understand you. "
Ignoring Yang Ziming's murmuring on the edge, Chu LAN reaches the fishhook into the ink pool and anchors to catch the fish.
this time, unlike the spirit of the Yanshan cream and the white paper, Chu LAN had no choice but to settle down and wait.
Chu lanyong's fishing scene was also seen by many people. Suddenly, many people were like Yang Ziming and their eyes widened.
"This guy is crazy. He treats fish like a fool. "
"I think he is making a fuss, trying to attract the attention of the Confucian predecessors with his unique style."
"Well, what Confucians hate most is opportunists. Let's get rid of them and stay away from them. "
Chulan is indifferent to the whispering voice, but Yang Ziming can't help but cover his face and step back, which shows that he has absolutely nothing to do with Chu LAN.
Chu LAN is indifferent to the ridicule around him. When others slander you, you will immediately retaliate. What's the difference between those people?
From the four examinations of Confucianism and the achievements of brush, ink paper and inkstone, the field has a vague understanding of the deep purpose of Confucianism.
A tail fish is swimming freely in the ink pool. Occasionally, some fish will pass through Chulan's hook, but they have no interest and even don't look at it.
Over time, most of them have left. They can't lose time. Even if they can't be true disciples, even disciples in the inner court are good. They are different from the disciples in the outer courtyard.
However, Chu LAN seems to have forgotten the time, completely immersed in the state of mind. His eyes are calm and his temperament is cool. Although he has not been hooked for a long time, but he did not see any impetuous heart.
Suddenly, a koi swam over. Koi is full of wisdom, a pair of eyes are very smart. He swam around the straight hook a few times, then opened his mouth and bit the hook carefully.
Chu Lanxin had a feeling of predestination. It's fate. Then he caught the fish. He gently raised the fishing rod. The fish bit the hook and didn't untie it.
When the fish was brought to the shore, the fields caught it. Immediately, the original fresh fish suddenly became stiff and carved like jade. The whole body is full of shining light, and every fish scale is vivid.
Chu LAN shakes the fish in her hand and hears the swing sound in the fish belly. It's ink. He suddenly realized that, with one drop, he could get ink from the fish's mouth. ..
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