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Qin Shuang shook his head decisively and said: "I know Master Zhou misunderstood me, but Master Zhou ignored one point. It is impossible for a princess who cannot practice to sit in that seat. After all, the Warrior Continent is a world of warriors, and there is no kingdom. A person who cannot cultivate will be allowed to sit in that seat."
Dean Lu shook his head and said: "It's not that Master Zhou has ignored this, but even if you can't practice or sit on that position, once he accepts you as a disciple, it will immediately arouse the hatred of your brothers and sisters. Note, even if they know that you cannot practice, even if they know that you cannot pose a threat to them, what if you have some adventure and become a threat to them? So they are likely to be disadvantageous to you. Master Zhou will not accept you as your Disciple, this is to protect you."
Qin Shuang's expression suddenly dawned, and there was a trace of guilt on his face: "I misunderstood Master Zhou."
"What are your plans for the future?"
"I don't know! Until the cartilage problem in my meridians is solved, I will continue to study spiritual patterns and study Confucianism and Taoism."
"Then stay and study. I hope you will become a great scholar."
"Thank you, Dean!"
"Go!"
"Yes, Dean!" Qin Shuang took a step back, turned to open the door, but suddenly stopped, turned around and said, "Dean, I want to ask you something."
"Um!"
"I want to study in an art academy, what are the requirements?"
"The four academies of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are different. The most important thing taught by the Confucian Academy is Confucianism and Taoism, so each day's course only requires one point. However, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are side arts. Students can learn if they want, and the Confucian Academy will provide conditions. However, , daily lessons require five points. And you can choose your own teachers.”
"I want to learn painting. Dean, which painter is better?"
"Well!" Lu Shenghui pondered for a moment and said: "In the academy, there are only two painters with the highest level, Zhen Zining and Bao Ziqing. They are both third-level spiritual pattern masters, and their painting skills are particularly superb. You can choose between them. one."
"Can I sign up directly?"
"Yes, you can go to them directly. You go to the art academy and find the manager. He will take you to see the teacher you want."
"Thank you, Dean! Student farewell!"
Qin Shuang opened the door and walked out, went downstairs, and walked out of the door, looking stunned. After seeing the eleven people imprisoned in the room outside the gate, nine of them were looking at him in surprise, while Wang Song and Mu Xiaoci ran towards her in surprise. come over.
"Are you okay?" Wang Song and Mu Xiaoci asked in unison.
"What will happen to me?" Qin Shuang pretended to laugh softly.
"How could you be okay?" the once drunken scholar said anxiously.
Qin Shuang's face sank, and she looked at the other party coldly and said, "What? You still want to fight?"
The Confucian scholar was so frightened that he jumped back and looked at Qin Shuang nervously. Qin Shuang was too lazy to pay attention to him, looked at Wang Song and said:
"Senior Brother Wang, are you all okay?"
"Yes! Not long after you left, we were released. That's why they all said that you were the warrior. After being examined, we were released. Where did you go?"
"The dean is back, I went to the dean's place!"
Mu Xiaoci circled Qin Shuang with his hands behind his back, looking up and down. Qin Shuang was furious at her sight and said:
"What are you looking at?"
"You are a person with a good background, right? The dean must know your background, so as soon as the dean comes back, you will be fine, right?"
"Stop guessing. If we have the energy, we should go back and treat the wounds as soon as possible."
As soon as he heard Qin Shuang talking about the wound, Mu Xiaoci covered his nose and said, "It really hurts. Brother Song, let's go quickly."
Wang Song said goodbye to Qin Shuang with a smile, and Qin Shuang also walked towards his residence, but the nine people had long since disappeared.
"Miss!" In the room, Qin Shuang was bandaging the wound on Qin Shuang's forehead while pouting: "Why don't you beat them hard? How could you be beaten like this! Tell Yun Xia who it is. You did it, Yunxia will avenge you."
"Don't talk nonsense!" Qin Shuang patted Qin Yunxia and said, "Hurry up and bandage me. I have to go to the art academy to become a disciple."
"Miss, why are you going out like this? Others will laugh at you, so just stay in the room. It's not too late to go when the injury heals."
"When will it be your turn to arrange my life?" Qin Shuang scolded with a smile: "You don't have to worry about my affairs. If others laugh at me, will I care? Have I been laughed at less often in the capital? It saves time. Doing what you want to do is the right thing to do.”
Qin Shuang's head was bandaged, there was a palm print on his face, and he had changed into a clean Confucian shirt. Carrying a small package on his shoulder, containing spirit pattern paper, spirit pattern pen and cinnabar, he was walking on the road to the painting academy.
She decided to learn painting from Zhen Zining, because from the conversation between her and Bao Ziqing that day, she could feel that there was something wrong with Bao Ziqing's character, and Zhen Zining was still a woman, and as a woman she was still willing to learn from a woman.
The reason why Qin Shuang wanted to learn painting was because she discovered that although she could successfully use a talisman pen to draw a paper-cut adult on spiritual pattern paper, she was using the art of demonism and the power of the sea of consciousness. When she wanted to use the power of her soul, she couldn't draw it at all.
Walking into the art academy, came to the steward's room, reached out and knocked on the door gently, and saw the steward opened the door and came out. He glanced at Qin Shuang, frowned, and said with a trace of impatience in his eyes:
"You want to come back to work again? That job has already been taken care of. You can go back."
Qin Shuang didn't care about his attitude, but said calmly: "I'm here to learn painting from Teacher Zhen."
The manager's expression froze, but he still said with a straight face: "Follow me."
Qin Shuang followed the manager to the third floor, and then stopped in front of a door. Looking at the bandage on Qin Shuang's head and the palm prints on his face, he said with disgust in his eyes:
"Go in by yourself."
Qin Shuang knocked on the door gently. Soon, the door was opened, and a young girl's face was revealed from inside. She looked at Qin Shuang, and Qin Shuang whispered:
"I'm here to learn painting from Teacher Zhen."
The girl then whispered, "Please follow me."
Qin Shuang walked into the door. The girl nodded towards the manager and gently closed the door. Qin Shuang looked inside. It was a small room with carpets on the floor. There was a table and a chair behind the table. It seemed that this was where the girl stayed. There is also a door on the left and right sides.
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