Chapter 290: Flat?

I only saw the rice paper that could not be seen in the original. Under the shaking of the hanging, the ink accumulated together was flowing, and the many footprints left by the beasts were connected to each other, which actually formed an arrogant plum. Figure.
The whereabouts of the ink flowing, the trunk of the dry black, the plum blossoms on the top, although it is just a flower, it seems a little desolate, but somehow, it gives people a cold winter, cold and biting.
The place where the beast fell below, turned into two rocky rocks, and the traces left by the hair before became the folds of the rock surface.
The cold plum grows out of the cracks of the stone, and stands proudly in the cold. Ji Mo Gongzi used the group to fight for beauty, set off the peony noble, and this cold plum, without a flower rendering, but people gave birth to a kind of proud phosphorus, no one dared to fight, afraid of the feeling of shoulder to shoulder.
There is no intention to struggle for spring, and one is a group.
When you see this picture, it is like seeing the person who made the painting, walking alone on the edge of the world, even if others ignore me. Do not understand how? As long as I remain proud, I still have nowhere in the world!
"How do I cry?"
"Me too, I feel like I saw someone, not understood, but still moving forward, not shrinking!"
"This is...three paintings and paintings, what do you want?"
"Yes, otherwise, it’s impossible for us to just take a look and resonate deeply..."
......
It’s dull around.
A moment of silence, many people were actually stunned by the sorrow of the picture, and the moving eyes were reddish.
High-context paintings can affect the viewer's state of mind. Obviously, this is the front.
"A wild animal has drawn... a painting that is worthy of the three worlds?"
All the people were infected by the charm of Hanmei. Vice President Cheng Feng only felt his lips linger and his body trembled.
Others can see that he naturally recognizes it. Under the other side's shaking, the picture of nothing is just a moment. It has improved countless grades in a flash. It is not only agile, but the mood is instantly opened.
Works of this level, even if they are, need to be brewed for a long time to draw.
A wild beast walked a few steps and made a roll...and then dithered and drew it...
Although I saw it with my own eyes, I still feel that I am dreaming.
It’s incredible.
"The most critical is the final jitter!"
Mr. Wu was silent for a moment: "How many inks are left on the rice paper, how to shake, how much power can be used to make these inks flow, form trunks, completely form paintings... many details, to be perfectly integrated in my mind, almost No!"
"Yes, it looks simple, but it actually contains a very university question. The paper and ink are different, and the effect is different. You can make the painting reach this state with a shake. This eyesight, control of painting and calligraphy. Even if it is me, I can't do it..."
Although I don't want to admit it, Vice President Cheng Feng couldn't help but nod.
It just looked like a beast painting. The young man did nothing. In fact, the most important thing is the final jitter. Just like the finishing touch, as long as it is almost the same, it will be a thousand miles away. The paintings that have been saved become nothing.
Jitter painting and calligraphy, ink flying, but can find the most suitable power, the best way...
In the beginning, the young man has absolute control over painting and calligraphy, knowing what will eventually be drawn and what level he will reach...
This requires a deep understanding of painting and calligraphy, and there is a complete sense of the big picture in my mind... Don't say them, even if you reach the president of the Samsung Calligrapher, I am afraid I can't do it!
"This...Impossible..."
Successful, just wanting to let Zhang’s eyes stunned, the Jimo son, under the shaking, a cold plum appeared, scared back a few steps, his face pale, the whole person is going crazy.
A wild beast grabbed a little ink in the ink pool and thrown it onto the rice paper to become a three-legged painting...
When is the Sanjing painting and calligraphy so worthless?
He worked so hard, he was about to vomit blood, but at this level, people are so easy...
Don't it be that your talent is really not as good as a beast?
The Tsing Yi Xiao Yan, who had been hanging over with him, kept tearing his ears. If it weren’t all around, it would have been a little crazy.
The service staff of the Association of Calligraphers and Paintings, relying on wages and commissions, only a few thousand gold coins a month, the best time is only 10,000, just grab a barbarian and throw it on paper to make millions of dollars worth. Works...
Nima!
So hard to do this, I will catch this guy to paint, and I will not become a millionaire soon?
A lot of painting and calligraphy apprentices who moved the table before, even tears.
The long time in which they studied painting and calligraphy has reached more than ten years. At most, they can only draw works of realm in realm. The so-called ingenuity and meaning are unthinkable.
I saw a wild beast making a higher-level painting than they did, and suddenly felt that these years of study and hard work, it really is... no eggs.
It’s not good to crash on the spot.
"Two vice presidents, I don't know if this work is a win, or is it lost?" Seeing the paintings and paintings, it was not unexpected, Zhang Hang smiled and looked over.
This picture is the same as the two vice presidents imagined. The most important thing is his jitter.
Even if he controls the beasts again, how can he make the works of Sanjing?
The last jitter, let the ink flow become a complete picture, using the library's ability to avoid all wrong methods.
There is no fault, naturally it is correct.
When is the jitter, how strong, how the direction, how to pick up the rice paper... are all exquisite, wrong, not.
Fortunately, it was successful.
"This..."
The two vice presidents looked at each other.
"You, the Hanmei map, and the peony map of the season painter, also reached the three borders of painting and calligraphy. Although the styles are different, they do not distinguish each other. Therefore, I announced that this test..." hesitated for a moment, Vice President Cheng Feng announced: "Flat!"
"Tie?"
It’s not surprising that Zhang hangs his head.
In fact, the level of his painting is higher than the peony figure of Ji Mogong. However, because the two involved the bet, the latter is the future elite of the Association of Calligraphers and Painters. I really want to announce that he lost. Can you really apologize and leave the guild?
If you really want to do this, you will lose a genius.
The announcement of the tie, the two are not guilty, but also the most perfect result.
Of course, this season, the son of the ink, may not have the prestige of the past, although the tie, but also with the wild beast, is the so-called animal and beast... sure to be wherever they are.
For this, Zhang Hang does not care, there is such a situation, but he is also self-sufficient.
"Tie a hand? Actually it is a tie!"
"This is the best..."
"Yes, everyone is not hurting..."
......
When the judgment was heard, everyone understood it and talked about it.
"Good, both are painting and painting geniuses, you should get along well in the future..."
After the announcement, Vice President Cheng Feng smiled and wanted to give the two people a good old age. Seeing that Ji Mogong had a steady breath, step forward: "Two vice presidents, please be slow!"
All the people brushed and looked over.
"Just painted, everyone saw it. The most important thing about painting is his last shake. If it is not this, even the real world can't reach it, let alone the stock!"
Ji Mo Gongzi looked at Zhang Hang and smiled coldly: "That is to say, his painting was painted by one person and one animal. They add up to the same level as my painting. How can I match it?" Flat?"
A group of people.
Everyone knows that the savage beast will only drag the hind legs, so that they can make a picture of the meaning of the realm, enough to explain the level of the other side.
Knowing these, and saying this, you can say that you don’t want to reach the limit.
However, when you talk about it carefully, the other party is indeed a cooperation!
Among the paintings and calligraphy, there are very clear rules. If one draws, then no one can get a finger or even point.
The beasts make plum blossoms, and the hanging hangs to form branches. This is the formation of this work, both of which are indispensable.
The work created by cooperation, compared with one person, indeed... is unfair.
"Oh, then what you mean is..."
Seeing him so shameless, Zhang Hang is not angry, but look at it.
"It's very simple. I won this time. I only rely on cooperation to be the same level as mys. I can only lose!"
"The season painter, the tie is also a good result..."
I didn’t expect him to be so unpretentious, and Vice President Wu was somewhat unhappy.
What kind of painting does the beast do?
It is obvious that this lining has such a level of work.
In this case, although it is a cooperation between one person and one animal, in fact, this young man’s painting level is extremely high and can be done. This situation, as a tie, has already given you a step, actually still not satisfied?
The vice-president of Cheng Feng, also full of dissatisfaction, just want to speak, I saw Zhang hanging and waved his hand, and looked at it with a smile: "Ji Gongzi said this, there are some truths, since you have decided that this is me. If you cooperate with the wild beast, then you can cooperate well, but this is not a tie. I want to ask... How do you admit defeat?

"Would you like me to give up?"
Ji Mo Gongzi sneered: "I have always been fair and I am not arguing with you. If this painting is a work of four realities, I will immediately admit it, but unfortunately... No! Cooperation is similar to me. How can I tie my hand?"
"It makes sense to say that, I seem to have nothing to say!" Zhang Hang was not angry at all, but smiled and shook his head.
"If you have nothing to say, then admit defeat..."
Ji Mo Gongzi’s eyes are bright and he wants to continue to speak. He will see the opposite youth, his mouth rising, and he will look at him with pity:
You are so sure... This painting has only reached the three realms?

"What do you mean?"
Ji Mo Gongzi glanced at the rice paper on the table. The ink on the table was not completely dry. Although it was good, it was only three things. It was impossible to surpass it. Then he smiled coldly: "Less here is pretending to be a gesture. Hurry up, say more, this painting can't be turned into four worlds..."
"That doesn't necessarily..."
Zhang Sushang looked faintly: "Wu Vice President Wu, trouble you one thing!"
"Please tell me something!" Vice President Wu nodded.
"I don't know if there is no torch in the guild, do you have trouble borrowing it?" Zhang hangs.
The place where the painter's guild is illuminated is the night pearl, the light is warm, and it is as bright and dazzling as the daytime.
This kind of brightness is very big, but there is no heat. Now in the fall, the room is a bit cold, so everyone is a practitioner, and they don't care.
"Yes!"
Wu’s vice president looked at him with a puzzled look. When he waved his hand, an apprentice retired. It was not long, and he took the torch and walked over.
"Get the painting and bake it before!"
"Yes!"
Looking at Vice President Wu, seeing him agree, the apprentice came to Hanmeitu.
The torch is hot, and as soon as it comes to the front, the ink that has not dried up is slowly solidified.
Boom!
Ink is dried and dried, giving people a different feeling, and there has been a change in an instant.
Before the black flower bones are everywhere, it is slightly white at the moment, like a full bloom, everywhere.
Hey!
Several butterflies did not know where they flew over, as if they were attracted by the flowers and fell on it, not going for a long time.
"This is...stunning?"
"How is it possible?"
......
There are only people who feel that they are shaking all over the body. They are going crazy.
When the ink is dark, it is just a matter of intention, and it is dried, and it has become a horror. How can this happen?
How can it attract a butterfly if it is not a horror? Even the scent of plum blossoms is faintly exuded?
Hey!
Ji Mo Gongzi has taken a few steps in a row and his face is white.
When you just finished speaking, as long as the other party is a four-land painting, you will admit defeat. You never dreamed of using a torch to dry it...
Real?
The paintings that I have just read and read it several times are absolutely only intentional. Why is the fire boomed and the realm improved?
"This is a fake...you must have used some cheating!"
Shaking his head hard, I can't believe it anyway.
"Cheat?"
After hanging his head, looking around, his eyes fell on Vice President Cheng Feng: "Does the vice president see the reason?"
"Look at it, I don't know if it is correct!"
The vice president of Cheng Feng is dignified: "The wild beast that just painted, called the green disease beast, likes to make a nest in the wet land, our ink is made of black ink stone. These two seem to have no relationship. In fact, the composition of the black soil in the wet soil, when heated by the torch, will make the color light."
"The green disease beast was taken over, there was no washing, the body was naturally covered with fine wet soil, and it was blended with the ink of black ink stone, and then heated, the effect was suddenly reflected, so that the painting The petals are like blooming, so... the mood is greatly increased!"
"This requires a deep understanding of the animal, various material properties, you can..."
Speaking of this, Vice President Cheng Feng still can't believe it.
The scene just looked magical. The torch was baked, so that the paintings with only three borders suddenly increased. In fact, they gathered a lot of knowledge and created the conclusions that must arise in advance.
In fact, even if you don't need a fire to barbecue, with time, one or two days later, this painting will automatically advance to a thrilling scene.
To do this, you must know a lot about things like animal husbandry, material attributes, etc., and a young man who is less than twenty will do it...
Nima!
Is this world crazy, or am I crazy?
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