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... on experience points made Lu Xun’s eyes turn red with greed.
If it weren’t for his respect for his teacher, he might urge his master to paint more pictures repeatedly, like a playback machine:
“Hurry up!”
The master waved his hand and asked, “Does the Ink Bamboo reflected in your mind still exist?”
Lu Xun answered honestly, “It has vanished.”
“Then you have absorbed its ‘Rhyme’, you can no longer gain any more from my painting.” said the master.
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