Hold the ink in your left hand and the pen in your right hand.

Li Zi'an stood with his feet apart, 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 is like a child playing in the water.

In the eyes of everyone present, Li Zi'an's splash was really a bit wanton.

Dark blue ink is splashed on the rice paper, forming a diagonal line of ink.

After splashing ink with his left hand, Li Zi'an stood quietly in place, quietly looking at the ink on the rice paper in front of him, and saw that the ink on the rice paper was naturally flowing downward.

After about five seconds, Li Zi'an's right hand holding the pen moved.

I saw that Li Zi'an's brush first smeared a large amount on the rice paper, and then he switched brushes at a very fast speed, and then picked up a fine brush, and then continued to embellish and outline the ink marks on the rice paper in a very small amplitude on the drawing paper.

Everyone present watched with bated breath.

"Lao Liang, what is Zi'an painting? Why can't I see the prototype at all?"

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, and there was no regularity and beauty at all.

"Don't worry, this time it's just the beginning. Compared with the old man next to him, Liang Shi looked quite calm: "Have you forgotten that when Zi'an painted on the stage of "Happy Camp" a few days ago, it was like this at first, the whole drawing paper was a mess, and it was not 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 way Zi'an painted with my own eyes, but now my eyes are black, and I am completely watching the excitement, hey, I don't have that talent......

When Liang Shi heard this, he shook his head: "If splashed ink painting is really so easy to learn, it will not be lost for hundreds of years, it will not be normal to learn, 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, they have already seen everything very lightly, and they all understand the truth that there is no need to force in life, so the old man only sighed just now.

Just when Liang Shi and the old man were talking in a low voice, Li Zi'an, who was in front of the drawing board, splashed several colors of colored ink one after another.

As more and more ink on the paper, Li Zi'an began to draw with a single-handed pen to a two-handed pen, and even held a different type of paintbrush in his mouth as a backup.

Compared with the painting made in "Happy Camp", which uses paint as the material, the painting made by Li Zi'an today can be regarded as a real splash of ink painting.

Last time, Li Zi'an's painting was somewhat constrained, but this time, with all the materials available, Li Zi'an's home-level splash ink painting skills were perfectly displayed by him.

In the eyes of outsiders, the rice paper in front of Li Zi'an was infected with different colors of colored ink, but in Li Zi'an's eyes, every ink mark on this rice paper has its unique use and characteristics.

Splash ink painting, has always been exquisite, is natural!

Every good splash painter can say that his previous paintings are very good and satisfied, but they never say that this painting is the best and most satisfying, because the best and most satisfying will always appear on the next painting.

Have no distractions and go all out.

Forget the scene, forget the time.

Li Zi'an's whole heart completely fell on the painting in front of him, and all the sounds or eyes of the outside world were subconsciously blocked by him.

Time ticked by, and in the blink of an eye, nearly half an hour passed.

At this time, Li Zi'an's painting was also in the final stage.

"Look!"

A gray-haired old woman suddenly whispered, she pointed to the rice paper in front of Li Zi'an, and her face showed a look of excitement and excitement.

"It's actually a landscape painting in the clouds!"

Hearing the old woman's low voice, the rest of the people all came to their senses, staring at the rice paper in front of Li Zi'an, and suddenly saw the doorway.

"My God, the artistic conception of this painting is absolutely amazing, and it faintly gives people a sense of majesty and majesty from the sky of the water of the Yellow River!"

"This is a splash of ink painting, it's just amazing, it's amazing!"

"It's no wonder that ancient books once called splashed ink painting the highest technique in Chinese painting skills, and it is too difficult to make such a majestic artistic conception of painting with conventional techniques!"

"Xiao Li is really an art genius, just this one painting, is enough to beat all the paintings in the old man's life, the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, my country's art in the next fifty years, the person who carries the tripod must be Li Zi'an!"

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Looking at the paintings with clearer and clearer outlines, Liang Shi and the others were all excited.

And for Liang Shi and others who were excited, there was no impact on Li Zi'an, who was fully dedicated.

I saw that when the last stroke fell, the corners of Li Zi'an's lips provoked a trace of arc.

Then, I saw that he picked up a bowl of azure colored ink again in his left hand, and the brush in his right hand was immersed in the colored ink.

He slowly took three steps back, then picked up a paintbrush soaked in azure ink and flicked it at the rice paper not far in front of him......

"Whoa......

The slightest trace of azure color ink was thrown on the rice paper, and then the slightest trace of azure color ink flowed down slightly, and finally solidified on the rice paper.

Liang Shi and others, who were behind Li Zi'an, were stunned by Li Zi'an's last move.

In their opinion, Li Zi'an's painting was extremely perfect, and Li Zi'an finally had to throw ink on the painting they thought was perfect enough, which made many old people scared their blood pressure.

If the whole painting is destroyed because of this last drop of ink, then they may not only have high blood pressure, but may directly cause heart disease or angina pectoris.

However, the whole painting was not destroyed, but Li Zi'an's final ink throw became the finishing touch.

"Wonderful, wonderful!"

"Originally, Zi'an's painting was majestic and magnificent, and the waterfall in the mountain was like the water of the Yellow River coming from the sky, but it was a little too freehand and unrealistic, but under Zi'an's final ink throw, the whole painting was like countless dense drizzles, which made the whole painting come alive immediately!"

"Neutralize the majestic momentum of excess, more soft, well versed in our Chinese yin and yang harmony, there are mountains in the clouds, there is water in the mountains, there is rain in the water, there are clouds in the rain, the cycle is complete, this is the real perfection!"

As a master of Chinese painting, Liang Shi's attainments in landscape painting are very high, so when he sees the complete painting, he can immediately comment on the subtlety of the painting.

At the same time, Liang Shi's whole body turned a little red with excitement.

He only has the Yunyan landscape painting in his eyes at the moment, and Li Zi'an next to the Yunyan landscape painting is simply an incomparably brilliant treasure in his eyes.

Standing in a slightly remote place, Hou Chen, he hugged his shoulders, looking at the finished painting in front of Li Zi'an, he couldn't help but nod secretly.

No wonder it can be valued by so many bigwigs, this skill can indeed be called a miraculous skill.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, I'm afraid he would have found it hard to believe that this painting was improvised.

Hou Chen watched it with relish, but he still subconsciously glanced at Liang Shi's side.

This sweep didn't matter, when he looked at Liang Shi's old men's faces that were obviously a little red, he was suddenly startled.

"Dean Liang, President Gao, Director Zhao, don't get excited, take a deep breath, do you bring blood pressure medicine, hurry up and take one!"

Hou Chen hurriedly came to Liang Shi and the others and reminded.

This is too scary, one of these old men is counted as one, all of them are masters in the Chinese art world, if something happens to someone here, then he Hou Chen will have to carry the cauldron.

After Hou Chen's reminder, Liang Shi and the others were a little sober from the excitement and excitement, and they quickly realized their physical condition, and they took out the small medicine box they were carrying, took out blood pressure medicine from it and ate it.

Seeing that the flush on the faces of Liang Shi and the others gradually decreased, Hou Chen's heart gradually fell.

And Li Zi'an, who was facing away from Liang Shi and the 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 it in ink, and wrote in the corner of the painting.

"Ink Painting of Clouds and Smoke Landscapes": Li Zi'an, written on August 4, 2022!