Chapter 310: : Clouds and Smoke

Due to unknown reasons, Sogou suddenly couldn't search this site today, please book friends to remember the domain name of this site (Book Haige Quanpin) to find the way home! You can search "Big Star Starts From Krypton Gold ()" in Baidu to find the latest chapter!
Hold the ink in your left hand and the pen in your right hand.
Li Zian stood with his feet split, and then the colored ink in the ink bowl in his left hand splashed out in the next second.
This splash is like an old woman splashing water, and it seems like a child playing in the water.
In the eyes of everyone on the scene, Li Zi'an's splash was a little bit wanton.
The deep blue color ink was splashed on the rice paper, forming a diagonal line of ink.
After splashing ink with his left hand, Li Zian stood quietly at the spot, quietly looking at the ink on the rice paper in front of her eyes, and the ink on the rice paper flowing down naturally.
For about five seconds, Li Zi'an's right hand held up with the pen.
I saw that Li Zi'an's brush first smeared a large amount on the rice paper, then he switched the brush at a very fast speed, instead picked up the fine brush, and then continued to embellish the sketch on the drawing paper with a very small range Ink marks on rice paper.
All the people present looked at him breathlessly.
"Lao Liang, what is Zi An painting? Why can't I see the prototype?"
The old man beside Liang Shi looked at it for a long time, but he didn't see what the pattern on Li Zi'an's rice paper was. He only felt that the ink marks on the rice paper were messy, without regularity and beauty.
"Don't worry, this time has just begun." Compared with the old man beside him, Liang Shi seemed quite calm: "Don't you forget that when you were painting on the stage of "Happy Camp" a few days ago, this was the same at first. , The entire drawing paper was messy, and it wasn't until the last moment that the appearance of the painting suddenly appeared."
The old man nodded and sighed: "I thought I could see what kind of door came when I saw Zi'an's painting, but now my eyes are completely black, it's just looking at the lively, hey, without that talent..."
Liang Shi heard the sound, and he shook his head: "If ink painting is really so easy to learn, it will not be lost for hundreds of years. Learning will not be normal. Most people are like this. You don't need to be sad."
Listening to Liang Shi's comfort, the old man nodded and didn't speak again. At their age, everything has been seen very lightly, and they all know that there is no such thing as Mo Qiang in his life, so the old man just just felt a little sighed.
Just as Liang Shi and the old man talked in a low voice, Li Zian in front of the drawing board poured out several colors of colored ink one after another.
With more and more ink on the drawing paper, Li Zi'an began to paint with a single-handed pen, and became a two-handed pen for painting, even holding a different type of brush in his mouth as a backup.
Compared with the painting made with pigment paint as the material in "The Happy Camp", this painting made by Li Zi'an today is really a real ink painting.
The last time Li Zi'an's painting was somewhat handicapped, but this time, with all the materials available, Li Zi'an's family-level ink painting skills can be regarded as perfect.
In the eyes of outsiders, the rice paper in front of Li Zi'an was infested with different colors of colored ink, but in Li Zi'an's eyes, each ink mark on this rice paper had its unique use and characteristics.
Splashing ink painting, always pay attention to being natural!
Every outstanding ink painter, he can say that his previous paintings are very good and very satisfying, but they never say that this painting is the best and the most satisfactory, because the best and the most satisfied always appear In the next painting.
Nothing left, go all out.
Forget the scene, forget the time.
Li Zian's entire heart fell completely on the painting in front of him. As for all sounds or eyes of the outside world, he was subconsciously blocked.
The ticking of time, almost half an hour later, passed.
At this time, Li Zi'an's painting has also reached the end.
"Look!"
A white-haired old lady suddenly whispered. She pointed to the rice paper in front of Li Zian, and there was a look of excitement and excitement on her face.
"It's actually a landscape painting in Yunzhong!"
Hearing the old lady's whisper, the rest of them all came to their spirits, gazing at the rice paper in front of Li Zi'an, and they all immediately saw the doorway.
"My God, the artistic conception of this painting is extinct. It gives a sense of majestic majesty from the sky of the Yellow River!"
"This is the ink painting. It's really amazing, it's amazing!"
"No wonder ancient books and ancient books once called splashing ink painting the highest technique in traditional Chinese painting techniques. It is simply too difficult to make such magnificent paintings in a conventional way!"
"Xiao Li is really an art wizard, and this painting alone is enough to beat all the paintings of the old man's life.
...
Looking at the paintings with increasingly clear outlines, Liang Shi and these people were all excited.
For the excited Liang Shi and others, there is no slight influence on Li Zi'an who is fully devoted to it.
I saw that when the last stroke fell, Li Zi'an lip angle provoked a radian.
Then, he saw that he picked up a bowl of azure color ink in his left hand, and dipped the paintbrush in his right hand.
He stepped back slowly for three steps, then took the paintbrush soaked in azure color ink, and flicked the rice paper not far away in front of him...
"Uh..."
The slightest azure color ink was thrown on the rice paper, and then the slightest azure color ink flowed only slightly, and finally solidified on the rice paper.
Behind Li Zi'an and others, Liang Shi and others were shocked by Li Zi'an's last move.
In their view, Li Zi'an's paintings are already perfect, but Li Zi'an finally wants to throw ink on the painting that they think is perfect enough, which makes many old people scared of high blood pressure.
If the whole painting is destroyed because of the last ink drop, then they may not only have high blood pressure, but may directly cause heart disease or angina.
However, the entire painting has not been destroyed, but Li Zi'an's final ink dumping has become a finishing touch.
"Wonderful, wonderful!"
"The original painting of Zi'an was magnificent and magnificent. The waterfall in the mountain was like the water of the Yellow River. The rain made the entire painting live immediately!"
"It neutralizes the surplus of majestic momentum, and it's a little softer, and we know our Chinese Yin and Yang harmonious way. There are mountains in the clouds, water in the mountains, rain in the water, clouds in the rain, and the cycle is complete. This is true. Perfect!"
As a master of Chinese painting in China, Liang Shi's accomplishments in landscape painting are very high, so when he sees the complete painting, he can immediately comment on the subtleties of this painting.
At the same time, Liang Shi was all red with excitement.
In his eyes at the moment, there was only the Yunyan landscape painting, and Li Zian next to the Yunyan landscape painting was simply a brilliant gem in his eyes.
Standing in a slightly remote place, Hou Chen hugged his shoulders and looked at the finished painting in front of Li Zian. He could not help but nod secretly.
No wonder it can be valued by so many bigwigs, this skill is indeed awesome.
If it was not what he saw with his own eyes, I am afraid he would hardly believe that this painting was created by improvisation.
Hou Chen looked at it with relish, but he still glanced subconsciously at Liang Shi's side.
It didn't matter this sweep. When he looked at Liang Shi's old man, his face was obviously red, and he was shocked.
"President Liang, President Gao, Director Zhao, don't be excited, take a deep breath, do you bring antihypertensive drugs, take a pill!"
Hou Chen quickly came to Liang Shi and others to remind.
This is too scary~EbookFREE.me~ There is one of these old men, all of them are master figures in the Chinese art world. If someone has something wrong here, then Hou Chen will have to bear the cauldron Too.
After such a reminder from Hou Chen, Liang Shi and others were a little sober from the excitement and excitement, and they soon realized their own physical conditions, and took out the small pill boxes they carried with them, and took out the antihypertensive drugs from inside. Eat in.
Seeing that Liang Shi et al.'s complexion gradually fell, Hou Chen's heart gradually fell.
Li Zi'an, who was facing away from Liang Shi and others, did not notice the situation behind him. He admired his paintings and finally showed a satisfied smile on his face.
He strode forward again, picked up a fine brush, dipped in ink, and lifted the pen at the corner of the painting.
"Smoke and Cloud Painting of Clouds and Smoke": Li Zi'an, August 4, 2022!
In order to facilitate the next reading, you can click the \"Favorites\" below to record this (Chapter 311 Yunyan Shanshui) reading record, you can see it next time you open the bookshelf!
If you like "Starting from Krypton Gold", please recommend this book to your friends (QQ, blog, WeChat, etc.), thank you for your support! ! ()