Chapter 1438: Zhang Suspension is serious [Second more]

"This is...snow mud trick!"
"The legend is that Wu Dazu, who was the master of the year, observed the birds and painted, and created the means of painting, snow mud and claws, and turned to the west... In this way, the artistic conception is far away, and the content has not yet appeared. Heart palpitations!"
"This set of techniques, tens of thousands of years, can learn, very few, I did not expect Ziqing talented women not only learn, but also the smooth display, this time the test, definitely won!"
"It seems that as long as the paintings are no more than nine stars, no one can beat..."
......
After a while, it’s awesome.
This Zhang’s first talented woman, a shot, brush, paper, ink, tactics, and even mood... are impeccable, perfect and amazing.
"Good..."
Zhang Xuan also nodded secretly.
As an eight-star painter, his eyesight is stronger than everyone else around him. Naturally, it can be seen that this girl is not easy to deal with.
It’s only weaker than the one I met at the famous teacher’s building!
The Temple of the Sons, despite the collection of countless geniuses in the mainland, is not the Son of the Son, the first of the younger generation.
It’s like Zhang Feng of the Qiling Teachers’ Guild. Although it’s the Son of the Son, the magic of the Spirit is unparalleled, but it’s really a little worse than the new genius Wang Ying who entered the headquarters. Otherwise, the other side I will not find Zhang Suo help.
The same reason.
The Son of the Temple of the Son of God, the painting is very strong, but it seems to be far less than the one in front.
Hey!
The brush is gently waving in the air, giving people a beautiful enjoyment. Zhang Ziqing is the whole person, the machine is general, the control is not bad, every line falling on the streamer paper, every drop of ink, exudes people The intoxicating light makes people look at it and fall into it, unable to extricate themselves.
"Zhang Shi...She has painted so much, you can start soon, otherwise, you really have to lose..."
When you are observing, you will hear an anxious sound from your side.
Turn around and see, see Jian Qinsheng still holding his forehead, full of helplessness.
"Don't worry..."
Looking at the long fragrance in front of you, watching the time is long, Zhang shook his head.
His painting is very simple, one or twenty breaths can be completed, there is no need to catch up.
Know that the former son of the famous teacher's building, who is better than the famous teacher's guild, is better than the painting and painting guild. The paintings and calligraphy are very powerful. Sword Qinsheng no longer talks. He is full of sly look: "No hurry... Keke, Zhang Shi, can you discuss something with you?"
"Teacher, but it's okay!"
Zhang Xuan nodded.
"It's like this...you are now representing the kendo... can you not get out of other professions..."
Stop for a moment, Jian Qinsheng.
To be honest, he really regrets, brought this guy over!
It’s more than a sword. The master who is good at swordsman hasn’t seen it yet. First, the family’s formation is collapsed. Then, the full yards of Qiling’s are all stone statues... Then they have to compare paintings with people...
Array, Kailing, calligraphy and painting, Jianbao, one more than a cow...
You really... just come to the sword, can you pay attention to your identity?
You are my brother now, so other professions are so arrogant, really good?
"This...is it!"
Because he asked, Zhang was full of scratching his head: "I owe it to me..."
I only want to give Zhang a downcomer, forget this, and come to Zhangjia as a sword. The sword hasn’t started yet. It’s really not good to make so many occupations first, giving people a kind of Do not feel right.
"Nothing, as long as you remember, we are better than the sword..."
See him admit, Jian Qinsheng is not convenient to continue to say, had no choice but to nod.
If it is not because of him, the other party can't come over. Even if there is some bad pool, it is grateful and blameless.
"I remember..."
Nodded, Zhang Sushang was trying to continue, and he heard a good voice in front of him.
"It's too great, it's done so soon!"
"A beautiful painting, Ziqing Fairy, can you sell this painting to me?"
"In such a short period of time, it is a success of painting. It is worthy of being a genius who has never met a thousand years in the Painting and Calligrapher's Guild..."
......
It’s full of arguments. Zhang Hang looked up and saw the girl in front of him. The brush that was waving in the air had stopped, and a painting appeared in front of everyone.
is a mangosteen.
Although there are no other plants, every bamboo is like the one on the paper. It is green and dripping. Under the breeze, it keeps shaking and will grow from the inside.
A total of more than a dozen bamboos, each of which seems to have its own emotions and lives, in various forms, without any similarities.
"Giving spirituality to the things you paint, just like living, great!"
Zhang Hang nodded again.
I thought I could win by making a painting. It seems that it is not so easy.
The level of this girl is much better than he thought.
Painting, not the more complicated, the more beautiful the color, the higher the level, the louder the sound, the elephant is invisible, and many real famous paintings are actually very simple.
It's like testing whether a chef is really good, just let him make a potato.
The simpler the more, the more skill is displayed.
This piece of bamboo looks like an understatement, a bit of a "recorded" taste, but in fact, you can see that each of them is like a living, with its own unique life.
Moreover, between each root, the real and the false, the patchwork, and the rudiment of the world in the painting.
If the other party is young and limited, I am afraid that I can make the most peak paintings and hit the nine-star painter.
"It's no wonder other people say that nine-star paintings can't be made, and it's hard to win."
With a sigh of relief, Zhang Hang felt a lot of pressure.
If you want to exceed this picture, I am afraid there are only real nine-star works.
"What, Zhang, is this going to take the initiative to admit defeat?"
Thinking, I heard the girl’s voice sounded.
Look up and see Zhang Ziqing’s mouth with a sneer.
Now she finally understands why the other party does not gamble on her paintings, but a brilliant stone. Her paintings are so precious, they really have to lose, and the other party must not lose...
This is why you can make a mistake and give it a step.
"Put away? How is this possible?"
Zhang shook his head and shook his head: "Your painting is very good. If so, I have to come up with some real skills..."
After the emotion, the wrist turned over, and the palm had a long sword. It shook in the air, shook his head and took back the ring, and took out another handle. He also shook his head and shook his head again.
If it is repeated, finally find a sword that seems to be suitable, take it in the palm of your hand, and look around for a moment, suddenly the foot is on the ground.
Hula!
A slate under his feet flew up and fell to his eyes.
"I started..."
A faint smile, Zhang Hang holding a long sword, stabbed the slate.
"You don't need a brush? Don't use streamer paper...paint with swords and slate?"
The body is swaying, and Zhang Ziqing’s unidentified fire suddenly rises and almost did not explode.