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"Old Feng Daozi, it is a great fortune to meet Professor Ye's young talents."
Feng Daozi clasped his fists and said, with a warm smile on the corner of his mouth, like a piece of gentle and round ancient jade.
Ye Xuan had never heard of Feng Daozi's name, but seeing that the other party was so polite at a young age, he also smiled and saluted.
He is a reasonable person, people respect one foot, and he is ten feet tall. If he comes up with anger like the great monk Ke Nan, then he will never be polite.
"Professor Ye, you are very talented in writing, I admire you very much!"
Feng Daozi stood with his hands behind his back, exuding an elegant demeanor. He looked at Ye Xuan with starry eyes, and finally recited aloud:
"Since ancient times, no one has died in life, so keep your loyal heart to reflect the history."
"Count the romantic figures, but also look at the present!"
After he finished chanting, there were bits and pieces of worship in his eyes:
"I have to say that Mr. Ye's literary talent is extraordinary. After reciting it, one's blood boils, and he is full of admiration!"
Feng Daozi's voice was full of admiration, but when he said this, he suddenly changed the topic, looked at Ye Xuan, and there was a little more pride in his eyes.
"Has Mr. Ye ever said that he is proficient in poetry, poetry, calligraphy and painting?"
Hearing Feng Daozi ask.
The students in the audience were all startled and whispered to each other.
"Master Feng Daozi is the president of the Huaguo Painting and Calligraphy Association. His Chinese paintings are collected in major art galleries and museums. He himself is considered the most talented Chinese painting master in the 20th century."
"That's right, Master Feng Daozi is a national treasure-level art master and a genius in painting. Ye Xuan dared to say in front of him that he is proficient in all aspects of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and he is going to die."
"Well, although Professor Ye has a great literary talent, if he doesn't change his bragging habit, it will ruin his reputation if he is caught by someone."
Many students couldn't help worrying about Ye Xuan, but there were also some who strongly supported Ye Xuan, and most of them were girls.
"Bah! Who said that Professor Ye will lose? Do you know what it means to have talented people from generation to generation, each leading the way for hundreds of years? Master Feng Daozi is powerful, but Professor Ye is not bad, maybe Professor Ye can win!"
"Yes, Professor Ye is proficient in everything from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. I support Professor Ye and support him."
Although some people supported Ye Xuan, the voice of support was quickly drowned out.
"Hey, Chinese painting is not oil painting. Chinese painting is the most important thing about verve. A young man without decades of hard work can't grasp the essence of Chinese painting at all!"
"That's right, Mr. Xu Qinsong, the dean of the Imperial Academy of Fine Arts, once said, 'Chinese painting is an art of old age, and it can only be called into the world after the age of 60.' He also said, 'Young people, don't worry. I am 63 years old this year. Pass this threshold.', listen, you only reached the threshold at the age of 63, how old is Ye Xuan, even if you know Chinese painting, it is at the entry level."
In short, there was a lot of chatter, talking about everything, and most of them were not optimistic about Ye Xuan, especially those masters in the front row, seeing Feng Daozi's success, there was a slight smile on the corner of their mouths.
They are waiting for Ye Xuan to make a fool of himself!
Young man, it's not good to be too arrogant!
Also proficient in everything from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting? Do you really think you are a fairy?
Everyone expressed their opinions, but there was a pair of beautiful eyes that stared at Ye Xuan's handsome face from the beginning to the end. The owner of the beautiful eyes was a bubbling beautiful girl, her lips were tightly pressed, and she did not say a word.
Su Xiaoli tugged at her sleeve and said nervously: "Xiao Shi, do you think Professor Ye will win?"
Shi Yibing asked back: "What do you think?"
Su Xiaoli thought for a while and said, "I hope Professor Ye wins, but Master Feng Daozi's works are really amazing. Professor Ye wants to win? Unless there is a miracle."
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Su Xiaoli was taken aback for a moment, wondering what she meant by "maybe"?
Shi Yibing bit his lip, stared at Ye Xuan, and muttered with his lips: "Maybe there really is a miracle?"
Ye Xuan didn't pay attention to the reaction of everyone in the audience, but shook his head:
"I never said anything like that!"
Hearing this, Feng Daozi was stunned for a moment, and asked again: "You really never talked about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and you are proficient in everything?"
"I never said that." Ye Xuan shook his head, very sure.
"Could it be that rumors are spread and rumors are made to cause trouble?; Everyone thought it was nonsense!
Therefore, later, "finishing the finishing touch" was used as a metaphor for speaking and writing articles, and one or two epigrams were used to point out the gist at key points to make the content more vivid and powerful.
Instead, everyone has forgotten Zhang Sengyou's superb and vivid painting skills in this allusion.
Ye Xuan frowned, and said seriously: "My painting is like the finishing touch, it can turn dead things into living things."
His voice was cold, with a hint of aloofness.
This is the arrogance of standing at the pinnacle of art and despising the world.
He took in two apprentices at the beginning, one was called Ma Liang, the magic brush, and the other was Zhang Sengyou, the protagonist of "Drinking the Finishing Eye". These two people only learned one-tenth of his painting skills, and they were regarded as myths by the world. Nonsense, it can be seen how vivid his painting memory is.
After hearing Ye Xuan's words, Feng Daozi no longer knew what to say.
pass!
Really over! ! !
Bragging is also limited!
No matter how well-mannered I am, I can't stand you bragging like this.
Helplessly, Feng Daozi could only roll his eyes, looked at Ye Xuan, spread his hands together and said, "Professor Ye, please."
Ye Xuan nodded, and the two stood in front of their own rice paper.
Ye Xuan stared at the rice paper, thinking about what to draw.
Painting is an art, and it is also a way to express one's heart, so laymen look at the surface, and insiders look at their state of mind through the picture.
He suddenly raised his head, looked through the window at a few peach trees in full bloom outside, and a deep thought lingered in his heart.
Suddenly the image of a woman appeared in his mind. This ninth life, this figure has always lingered in his mind and never went away.
Gradually, his eyes became foggy.
Everyone in the hall held their breath, waiting for the two to paint.
Ye Xuan reached out and wiped his eye sockets, then walked to the desk, picked up a brush and swiped on the paper, he wanted to keep the beautiful woman in his heart forever.
Ye Xuan painted this painting for more than half an hour, without a single pause in coloring and inking in the middle. After the painting was finished, Ye Xuan wrote a song about Sauvignon Blanc on the left side of the scroll.
"I can't sleep at night, and there is nowhere to hide my worries. I miss my loved ones, who can tell my thoughts? Ask the heavens, what is the past and the past?"
Then, Ye Xuan threw away the brush in his hand and stared at the portrait he had drawn. He didn't speak for a long time, and what he had was only sad and sad. Two thousand and five hundred years ago, he still remembered the old man!
And Ye Xuan was completely immersed in his own art, and he didn't pay attention to Feng Daozi at the side.
The art of painting pays attention to the fact that water drips through stone, and water grinds hard work.
Like Feng Daozi, who studied painting at the age of six, practiced three to nine times in winter and three days in summer, and practiced hard for fifty years. In addition to his amazing talent, and relying on his excellent family background, he has invited countless famous masters to teach him by example, so he has today's level.
Traditional Chinese painting talks about "with a well-thought-out mind", that is, with hills and valleys in your chest, you can write with a spirit.
At this moment, what he is painting is a landscape painting, and it is still the one he has painted before. At this moment, he is very familiar with the painting and completes it in one go.
In a short while, a landscape painting fell on the paper, with capped green hills in the distance, jagged rocks nearby, a pine and cypress taking root, and a boat on the shimmering lake, a woman in a green shirt, with picturesque eyebrows and smiling eyes. full of meaning.
As soon as he finished painting, he threw the paintbrush into the pen container, took another small-sized wolf brush, dipped it in the ink hard, and swiped it at the upper right corner of the painting.
"Try Luoshang under the branch of Xiaotao, the fragrance of butterfly powder fights. The moon flattens the fragrant grass, half of the face is full of red makeup.
The wind warms up, the sun grows, and the willows hang down. A pair of dancing swallows, thousands of flying flowers, the setting sun all over the ground. "
Although his calligraphy achievement is not as high as that of painting, he is also a master-level figure. In addition, this poem expresses emotion with the scenery, and the aftertaste of writing is leisurely.
Under the stage, several masters who have been paying attention to Feng Daozi, saw this work and this poem, and praised:
"What a painting!"
"As expected of a master!"
"National treasure-level art master, I'm afraid this work will be auctioned off by 100 million yuan!"
"More than that, one hundred million is not enough!"
All eyes were on this painting, but no one looked at Ye Xuan anymore. Everyone was praising how amazing this painting was, but instinctively ignored Ye Xuan.
And Ye Xuan didn't pay attention to the state of the people around him at all. He just looked at the work in front of him and fell into deep thought.
After Feng Daozi finished drawing, he put down the brush and nodded with satisfaction.
The painting is almost perfect.
He wanted to see how Ye Xuan's painting was, so he walked over, and when he saw Ye Xuan's painting, he was stunned.
He didn't pay attention to Ye Xuan's expression at this moment. All his mind was attracted by the painting in front of him. If he was extremely satisfied with his painting, then this painting made him completely incredible.
He stared blankly at the woman in the painting, only to feel that it was not a painting at all, but a real person, a graceful girl in her twenties wearing a plain long dress jumped out of the paper.
Looking at the lines in the painting, the lines are very realistic, and the folds on the clothes make Kongru wonder if it is a piece of clothing laid on the drawing paper. His unconscious hand slowly stretches out to the painting, ready to verify what he thinks in his heart. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)p; The painting is almost perfect.
He wanted to see how Ye Xuan's painting was, so he walked over, and when he saw Ye Xuan's painting, he was stunned.
He didn't pay attention to Ye Xuan's expression at this moment. All his mind was attracted by the painting in front of him. If he was extremely satisfied with his painting, then this painting made him completely incredible.
He stared blankly at the woman in the painting, only to feel that it was not a painting at all, but a real person, a graceful girl in her twenties wearing a plain long dress jumped out of the paper.
Looking at the lines in the painting, the lines are very realistic, and the folds on the clothes make Kongru wonder if it is a piece of clothing laid on the drawing paper. His unconscious hand slowly stretches out to the painting, ready to verify what he thinks in his heart. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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