Nanli had dinner, changed into a Hanfu robe, put on a mask, and turned on the live broadcast of Douyin.

In the next second, more than 100,000 pairs of eyes were watching him.

"Hello everyone, welcome to my live broadcast room to talk at night, I am a poet from the south. ”

A modest opening sentence that is not very distinctive.

When everyone saw that Nanli was still wearing a mask, they were immediately disappointed.

Come on!

You're a streamer!

Is it fun to wear a mask?

It won't be another Highness Qiao Biluo, right?

Sister Li has been paying attention to Nan Li's live broadcast room, and when she saw Nan Li wearing a mask, she was full of disdain.

"Hmph, just like this, you still come out to broadcast live, can you keep a few fans? ”

The live broadcast is not so easy to mix, let alone a faceless male anchor!

The top management of Douyin is really blind and pushes such a person!!

The audience in the live broadcast room also shouted:

"Anchor, we want to look at the face!"

"The Southern poet quickly takes off his mask. ”

"If you don't take off your mask, we'll leave, so many beautiful little sisters and little brothers, why should we look at you. ”

"You're afraid you're not too ugly, that's why you're wearing a mask, right?"

......

Seeing these comments, Nanli said coldly and arrogantly:

"I'm a southern poet, and I'm different from those glamorous and cheap goods outside. ”

"I don't need fans who judge people by their appearance, if you're here to see the face, please leave mellowly. ”

"I, a poet in the south, will conquer the world with my talent. ”

Shout!

Hearing Nan Li's words, the audience in the live broadcast room gasped.

Mad!

That's crazy, isn't it?

This sentence has offended all entertainment anchors!

It is said that talented people are arrogant, but southern poets are really arrogant!

However, his words also offended many audiences.

"Heh, you can write two lyrics and you still dragged it, Uncle Ben is not leaving, I want to see what talent you have. ”

"When you come out to be an anchor, you have to be conscious, and being so arrogant is destined to have no fans. ”

"Upstairs is right, sit back and wait for the anchor to be slapped in the face!"

"Sit back and wait for +1 to be slapped in the face. ”

"Sit back and wait for +2 to be slapped in the face. ”

......

"Sit back and wait for the slap in the face +10086. ”

For a while, the barrage was full of boos, and the comments were full of all kinds of rhythmic remarks.

Douyin Headquarters,

Su Chengyu was so anxious that she was about to cry, this southern poet, can't you speak tactfully?

This sentence not only offended other anchors, but also offended the audience.

Even Douyin Big Boss Wenjiu frowned, why is this person so arrogant?

Sister Li almost laughed out loud, this person is afraid of being a fool, right?

Talent?

Funny, how much is that thing worth?

......

......

"You don't believe me?"

Nan Li smiled faintly: "There is a stone of talent in the world, the ancients got a bucket, the present people have a bucket, and I have eight buckets alone, so I am only eight buckets!"

I'll go!

As soon as these words came out, the entire live broadcast room exploded.

If you just offended people in the live broadcast industry before, forget it, this sentence is contemptuous of the world!

Throughout the ages, the talent of the world only accounts for two buckets!

You're all on your own!

You're going to heaven's rhythm!!

In the White Deer Cave Academy in Chang'an City, Wen Qianqiu and the students of the Literature Department frowned when they saw it.

At the headquarters of the Modu Yida Group, Wang Conghua laughed: "Crazy, this person is even more crazy than this young master, I like it." ”

At this time, the camera turned to the rice paper laid on the desk.

Nan Li's voice came: "Since I dare to say so, I have the capital to say so." ”

"If someone is not convinced, you can come to challenge, qin, chess, calligraphy, painting, medicine, tea, and work, and those who come will not refuse. ”

After that, Nanli began to paint.

Holding a brush in his hand, he quietly looked at the white rice paper, and began to conceive a picture in his mind.

A true master of Chinese painting, the painting is already completed the moment he puts down the pen.

That's right, it's done in the head.

The hand is just a picture in the mind.

Finally, Nan Li's hand holding the pen was like dancing, waving arbitrarily on the rice paper, dotting ink like flowers blooming, pointing, side, hooking, lifting, sweeping, Nan Li's movements were too fast, and everyone couldn't see his movements clearly.

All in one go, flowing water.

In less than a quarter of an hour, a painting was completed.

In the painting, rocks, mountains, lonely peaks, flowing clouds, falling geese, and wailing ......

This is a freehand landscape painting, purely with intention, the painting is a wild goose rolling down on the rocky hill, the other wild goose can't help but scream, the painting reveals a strong sense of vicissitudes and sadness.

Everyone who looks at this painting feels as if their soul is deeply integrated into the painting, and the whole spirit is violently shaken.

Loneliness, grief, sadness, tears.

That's the power of painting.

A work of art is a world.

Even ordinary people who don't know anything about painting can feel the emotions in this painting and fall into a sad atmosphere.

"Why, I feel like crying. ”

"It's amazing, who said that Chinese painting doesn't have a master, this is definitely a master's level!"

"Damn, I only understand the beauty of Chinese painting today, this kind of artistic conception, Western painting can not be expressed for 10,000 years. ”

"I want to apologize to Chinese painting and forgive me, I used to look down on Chinese painting, it turns out that I have never discovered the beauty of Chinese painting. ”

......

Dozens of comments pop up every second, all in amazement.

Occasionally, a few sprayed ones were quickly drowned in the comments, and there was no splash at all.

Syllable!

In class, Wen Qianqiu's pen fell to the ground, trembling all over, judging from the artistic conception and expression techniques in this painting, this has completely grasped the essence of Chinese painting, and even in ancient times, it is also a masterpiece.

Guru!

A true master!

Since ancient times, literati have been arrogant, let alone masters.

After coming back to his senses, Wen Qianqiu stared at the screen again, but saw that Nan Li had already lifted his pen and slowly began to write in the blank space of the painting.

"Ask the world, what is love, and the direct religion promises life and death?"

"There are double flyers in the south and the north of the world, and the old wings have been cold and hot several times. ”

"Happy fun, parting bitter, there are even more crazy children. ”

"You should have said:

Stratus clouds, thousands of mountains and twilight snow, to whom does the shadow go?"

"Hengfen Road, lonely when the drums, the smoke is still flat. ”

"The soul is a little more humbling, and the mountain ghost is secretly crying wind and rain. ”

"The sky is also jealous, I don't believe it, and the warblers and swallows are all loess. ”

"Through the ages, in order to stay for the people, I sang and drank wildly, and visited Yanqiu. ”

It is still achieved overnight, flowing water, this hand of cursive is superb, worthy of the word "grandmaster".

Looking at the words made, its achievements have already surpassed the painting and calligraphy itself, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it has been passed down through the ages.

As the Taishan Beidou in the literary world, Wen Qianqiu also has a deep study of calligraphy and painting, and Nanli's calligraphy and painting level has reached the realm of a grandmaster, but what shocked him even more was that the poem itself was a masterpiece that could be passed down for thousands of years.