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Chapter 863 Ink Painting

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    "The magical art of painting all things, coupled with this thing, should be able to reach an even more magical level."

    Jiang Xiaoye rolled up the golden thatch drawing paper with his hand, and disappeared in a flash.

    A map of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers?

    If you want to be shocked, relying on thousands of miles of mountains and rivers is not enough, you need to add something!

    The sound of firecrackers and laughter in Yushan Village continued. On the way Jiang Xiaoye came, he saw Xiao Hei sniffing the delicacies cooked by each household in the village, turning his head to consider which one he could eat at.

    Now Xiao Hei has no problem eating Baijia¡¯s food. Each animal raised by Jiang Xiaoye is treated better than the last.

    With the dog collar and the bell on, Xiao Hui looked much gentler. When he saw Jiang Xiaoye, his eyes brightened up. He waggled his tail and kept up with him, jingling, "ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding.

    "Woof!"

    Xiao Hei suddenly rushed towards the village. He didn¡¯t know if he smelled something he liked to eat in someone¡¯s house.

    "Go!"

    Jiang Xiaoye smiled and patted Xiao Hui¡¯s big head.

    Xiao Hui pushed Jiang Xiaoye and chased Xiao Hei with the sound of bells.

    The villa at home is too big and has too many rooms. Posting couplets is a headache. Taotao and Erniu are playing outside holding candies, while Li Lan, Chu Shiyuan, and grandma and grandpa are posting couplets.

    Jiang Yunshan is entertaining guests.

    "Xiao Ye has liked painting since he was a child, but I didn't expect that he has such a high talent for writing and writing. He writes the couplets every year, but the ones he wrote before look much neater than now. Now on the grass  It¡¯s like flying, if you write carefully you can definitely write better!¡±

    Jiang Yunshan is bragging. Jiang Xiaoye, who has returned, has no idea when he started to like painting. This hobby only started after college. As for writing, he is forced to write every year. Who wants to write couplets for nothing?

    "Who did you learn the calligraphy from?"

    Mr. Mei just wants to know who can teach such a disciple. He knows all the calligraphy masters, but none of them are so good?

    Having taught such a disciple, hasn¡¯t the entire calligraphy community already been bragging about it?

    Having a successor is something older people like to brag about.

    "Who did you learn it from?" Jiang Yunshan thought for a moment and said, "I don't know this. Didn't you learn calligraphy when you were in elementary school? I didn't hear that he studied in college. I only knew that he studied painting for a while.  The paintings and calligraphy are all made by myself. By the way, Mr. Mei, what do you think of my son's calligraphy?"

    Jiang Yunshan picked up a word "¸£" and asked Mr. Mei.

    "Of course it's good calligraphy! In elementary school? Just thinking about it? How is this possible?" Don't you have a calligraphy teacher?

    That¡¯s right. How come there are calligraphers in this place?

    "I learned this calligraphy by drawing, and I suddenly became good at it. I didn't learn it very much. It must be because I learned ink painting. Let's go out and draw. We can't let this painting go in this room."

    Jiang Xiaoye came, bringing golden thatch drawing paper, and handed the drawing paper to President Qian.

    President Qian felt his hand heavy, and at the same time found that the thing was hot, and asked in surprise: "What is this?"

    "Golden thatch drawing paper, this is special paper, tougher than cowhide, let's go out and draw." Jiang Xiaoye gestured outside, then went upstairs and came down with some supplies for ink painting.

    "Master Jiang, the best ink pens and inkstones are prepared in the car. We will prepare them for you!"

    Bai Xingchen was overjoyed and went out immediately.

    "Okay!" Jiang Xiaoye put down his things.

    Ye Feng was rubbing the golden thatch drawing paper with President Qian, having no idea what it was.

    "Golden thatched drawing paper? Tougher than cowhide?"

    "It's a bit heavy, it seems a bit long!"

    It was a bit long. After I went out, I directly chose to stick it on the wall and stand it up. The yard at home was so big that half of the wall was almost covered with stickers.

    "This is a painting? This twelve-meter painting? Isn't this too exaggerated?" The entire golden thatch painting paper was unfolded, which immediately surprised everyone.

    President Qian looked at Jiang Xiaoye and said, "Mr. Jiang, have you doubled in size?"

    Isn¡¯t this too big?

    "It's too small and not powerful enough for ink painting, right?" Jiang Xiaoye understood the mountain god's splashing ink most thoroughly. Ever since he broke the shackles and entered the cage, he has become more proficient in the magical art of painting all things.

    "Yes, ink painting, Master Jiang, how long will it take for you to finish it? We must rush back by noon tomorrow at the latest."?

    Bai Xingchen originally thought that Jiang Xiaoye would draw a smaller one, but who knew that the painting would be twice as big as before?

    "It's two o'clock now, maybe before five o'clock. It will probably take two and a half hours. It's a bit big after all."

    Jiang Xiaoye brushed his hand over the golden thatch drawing paper, and the drawing paper immediately stuck to the flat wall. For a moment, it seemed as if it was adsorbed on it.

    "Two and a half hours?"

    "Two and a half?"

    "this¡­¡­"

    No one cares about the magic of this golden thatch paper, but they are frightened by Jiang Xiaoye's words. The painting was completed in two and a half hours?

    ¡°If we just talk about landscape painting, two hours is enough, but if we don¡¯t add anything to landscape painting, it won¡¯t be very shocking.¡±

    Jiang Xiaoye looked at the ink pens one after another and was ready to start.

    Ink painting, there are many painting methods, Jiang Xiaoye picked up a plate of ink.

    "Master Jiang, can I record it on video?"

    Qiu Yu quickly asked. You must know that when Jiang Xiaoye was painting in the past, he never cared about this. You can do whatever you want, and I will paint mine.

    "Okay!" Jiang Xiaoye nodded.

    "Xiao Ye, are you good at this? Paint seriously!" Even though he knew that his son was good at painting, and although he didn't understand it, Jiang Yunshan still felt that his son was going to do something shocking, and it seemed to be very difficult.

    Jiang Yunshan couldn't help but remind him.

    ¡°I know, it¡¯s very simple, just go ahead and post the couplets.¡±

    With the magical art of painting all things in hand, Jiang Xiaoye swelled greatly.

    "Don't worry!" Jiang Yunshan wanted to see his son show off his power. Elder Mei came to ask for paintings, as well as the president of the Chinese Painting and Calligraphy Association. How powerful is his son now?

    Qiu Yu came and started recording.

    Jiang Xiaoye shook his hand, and the ink on the plate immediately flew up. At the same time, he waved his hand and splashed the ink!

    In the middle area, a piece of ink suddenly appeared. Strangely, the shape was like mountains and rivers. Jiang Xiaoye's pen moved quickly, changing the details of the shape of the ink!

    "So fast!"

    Mr. Mei couldn¡¯t help but be surprised when he saw Jiang Xiaoye painting for the first time. He had seen too many masters and even great masters paint. How could he have ever seen such a speed?

    ?? Mountains and mountains, cang trees, a red sun rising slowly in the central area!

    "Does our son still have this ability?" Li Lan and Chu Shiyuan also came and were stunned for a while when they saw Jiang Xiaoye painting.

    "Is this our son?"

    Jiang Yunshan couldn't help but mumble, two scumbags gave birth to a mutation?

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