Tang Guofeng, under the tutelage of Mr. Shiraishi, a master of Chinese painting. The circle knows that the master is good at painting shrimp, the form is rich in interesting brushwork, and the ink painting environment is also like a living thing, and his close disciple Tang Guofeng painting fish is famous in today's Chinese painting world, and now the Tang master is also nearly eighty years old, with a childish face, quite a teacher's style. Just now, everyone's attention was on the competition in the outdoor swimming pool in the courtyard, and no one noticed that Master Tang, who was also the president of the Huaxia Academy of Chinese Painting, had quietly gone up to the second floor and entered the study. ”

Cai Lao smiled: "Let you see, one is more unpopular than the other, but today there is an interesting young man in the family, saying that he is going to fight with the boys of the Cai family, and he will be 'fighting' outside." ”

One side of the window of the study was facing the pool, Master Tang walked to the window quite funny, looked down when the victory and defeat had been decided, and then looked at the interesting young man in Cai Lao's mouth, and suddenly gasped: "Brother Xian, this son is the image of the dragon and phoenix among the people, have you never heard of such a doll in the compound?" The old people in the compound are old, and most of them know how to dance and write ink, there are Cai Laozuo, and most of the masters in the courtyard of Master Tang who carry Venus on their shoulders have a very good personal relationship, and when they think about it carefully, they can't remember for a while that the strange-looking young man downstairs is the third-generation talent from which family in the courtyard.

Cai Yangming also moved to the window, and the beings downstairs were all in their eyes, and they didn't care, just smiled and said to Master Tang: "Brother Tang, this child's identity is really special, the one in their family doesn't seem to want to spread this matter for the time being, and I can only know it through some special channels, and I, Xiu Ji and Ruiying know about it at home." ”

"Xiu Ji and Ruiying?" Tang Lao hesitated slightly, and condescendingly saw Cai Taoyao in the courtyard who was carefully helping the young man to apply medicine and change bandages, and immediately knew in his heart, "Hahaha, it turned out to be the virtuous grandson-in-law in your photo......"

Cai Yangming shook his head: "Neither I nor Tao Yao's parents have expressed their position on this matter, and we still have to think about it in the long run." However, I've been friends with you for so long, and I still don't know if you actually believe in the face of the charlatan?"

Tang Guofeng smiled slightly: "Brother Xian, you don't know anything about this." At that time, my master, Master Baishi, was quite proficient in calligraphy, painting and antiques, and he also passed on this physiognomy to me. ”

"Oh?" Cai Yangming became interested, "So, can this technique really be taken seriously?" The old man of the Cai family has done proletarian revolutionary work all his life, in the eyes of the older generation, there is only firm materialism, and those "feudal dross" are all small tricks of the characters in the rivers and lakes, but today I heard that the old man Baishi, whom he has always admired, is proficient in this technique, and I think that with the background of Master Qi, he will not be polluted by some dirty things.

"How can there be a fake?" Tang Guofeng suddenly lowered his voice, "When Taizu traveled to Peking University and worked as a clerk in the library, he had a relationship with the teacher, and the teacher said at that time that this son has a majestic appearance with strong bones, and it is definitely not a thing in the pool, he will definitely be able to soar into the sky one day, and it is the least to become a king." When the teacher was alive, he once said that he mentioned this matter to two people, one was Jiang Zhongzheng, and the other was Zhou Wuhao, who admired the teacher's painting art back then. ”

"Huh?" Cai Yangming was shocked, Wu Hao was the pseudonym used by the Taizu's right and left hand in the early days of the revolution.

Tang Guofeng continued: "Just now, that young man has a bulging bone in the middle of the left and right eyebrow bones, which grows to the hairline, which is the keel mentioned in physiognomy. According to the teacher's ancestral scriptures, this lord is 'wise and wise, magnificent, resolute and courageous, clever and many, cruel and poisonous, dangerous and suspicious, unpleasant if he knows people, unpredictable and unpredictable, tolerant is to treat hatred with kindness, and narrow is to sacrifice righteousness to destroy relatives, make miraculous achievements, and achieve great causes'. Brother Xian, this time the old Cai family has picked up a treasure!"

Cai Yangming laughed twice, although his heart was moved, but he didn't believe it all: "It is estimated that he will be going to fight next, I don't know if he can fight after reading the book of Kunlun Mountain for 25 years, and he can fight the virtuous honor who was rated by you as 'the first young man in Chinese painting from the reform and opening up'." ”

"Oh, he's going to fight with Xianrong, it's interesting, so I, an old man, really have to go down and join in the fun, let's go together?"

Cai Yangming laughed: "I know that you can't pull your face to join the excitement of the juniors, so what if I go with me?"

As soon as I walked to the top of the stairs, I heard the young man say: "Since ancient times, there is no first martial arts and no second, what kind of fighting method is this fighting text?"

On a whim, Tang Guofeng actually answered the conversation and said on the stairs: "Let me be the referee in the next game." ”

Everyone looked back and was shocked, firstly, they were shocked that this incident actually alarmed the Taishan Beidou of the Cai family, and secondly, Qi Guofeng, who is known as a contemporary writer, actually happened to come to visit. Cai Xianrong and Qi Guofeng are old acquaintances, and hurriedly greeted him: "Grandpa, Master Qi, how can we play the tricks of our little characters?" Cai Xianrong is the only one of the four young people who gets along with Cai Taoyao quite well The children of the Cai family, and he is also studying for a master's degree in art with a certain Taidou-level literary veteran in the Palace Museum.

Qi Guofeng smiled and nodded at him, and then turned his gaze to Li Yundao, and the more he looked at it, the more surprised he became—strange bones, thick ears and phoenix eyes, dragon eyebrows and tiger mouth, monitoring eyes, and argumentative nose—seemed to coincide with what Mr. Baishi said about his oral statement.

"Yun Dao, this is the master of Qi Guofeng, the master of the domestic Chinese painting industry, and the president of the Beijing Academy of Chinese Painting, under the tutelage of Master Baishi. Cai Yangming introduced with a smile.

Everyone in the Cai family was shocked, not Qi Guofeng's identity, but the old man's attitude towards Li Yundao - it's too weird, does the old man really want to watch this unknown mountain Diao people become the Cai family's east bed?

Li Yundao bowed slightly to the old man Tang: "Hello Old Tang, I am Li Yundao, Muzi Li, the cloud road of the road where thousands of miles of floating clouds finally return to the avenue." ”

Tang Guofeng also put away his surprised gaze, and smiled at Cai Xianrong and Li Yundao: "I heard that the two little friends are fighting here, and the fight is still Chinese painting, I'm a bad old man, I'll be a referee in this game, I don't know what the two of you think?"

Cai Xianrong was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "It's also an honor to have you as a referee." ”

Li Yundao only smiled faintly and said, "Youlao Tang is old." ”

"I don't know what the theme of this game is?"

"Originally, I didn't set the theme, I just wanted the two of them to learn from each other's strengths, ziyou play, and it was also a process of learning from each other, and now that Donald and Grandpa are here, it is better to ask the two of you to give a range, so that the two of us can save the two of us from being imaginative." Cai Xianrong and Tang Guofeng have crossed paths several times, so he naturally knows the preferences of this old man, and inadvertently glanced at the Diao Min Li Yundao, just now he was thinking about whether to hide his clumsiness and save some face for Sister Tao Yao, now that the old man has appeared, he must win.

Cai Yangming nodded and said: "The matter of painting, it seems that it is not beautiful to have a scope, it is better to let the two children have a wild imagination, what does Brother Tang think?"

"Okay, that's exactly what I meant. In this way, let's set a time limit of two moments, whether it is completed or not, we must put down the pen after two moments, and then Yang Ming and I will evaluate the results together, how about it?"

Everyone thought that this mention was good, but Cai Xianrong turned to Li Yun and said, "What do you think? If you have any objections, you can mention them now, but you can't find a reason to lose later." ”

Li Yundao looked at Cai Taoyao and smiled: "Can I draw you?"

The Cai family's pretty face was slightly red.

"Good. ”

The two pieces of paper were spread out at the same time, Cai Xianrong was the first to lift the brush, but Li Yundao on the side stood in front of the rice paper, smiling and closing his eyes, concentrating slightly.

Chinese painting pays attention to line modeling, under the pen, the line of the pen, the pen, the pen is flowing with clouds and water, the center, the Tibetan front, the side forward, the peaks and peaks are stacked. Chinese painting also pays attention to artistic conception, often with smoke and clouds to set off the painter's indifferent detachment, this artistic conception, compared with the Western realistic painting school, less true meaning but more divine realm. In fact, Cai Xianrong learned painting at the age of four, and was quite talented in this way, so he was sent to the Palace Museum by the old man to practice Chinese painting, and his paintings continued for more than 20 years, especially the tiger under his ink edge, the tiger is mighty, and its realm is extraordinary, which has been recognized by Tang Guofeng.

Seeing Cai Xianrong put down the pen, Donald stroked the silver and white goatee on his forehead, obviously very satisfied with the penmanship of the Cai family, and after a few strokes, the outline of the body of the tiger who went down the mountain had jumped on the paper. On the other hand, Li Yundao beside him, closed his eyes and jaws, and did not move his pen for a long time, seeing that Cai Xianhao on the side was in a hurry.

"He's not going to doze off, is he?"

"Brother, do you fall asleep during field combat training?"

Cai Xianhao shook his head quickly: "How is it possible?"

"Yun Dao's state at the moment is the same as when you were fighting in the field. ”

When Cai Xianhao heard this, he still looked at Li Yundao, who was motionless, in puzzlement.

Fortunately, he didn't let him wait too long, Li Yundao suddenly opened his eyes, smiled at Cai Taoyao, mentioned the wolf, and wrote indifferently.

Just put down the pen here, Tang Guofeng on the side couldn't help it: "This ...... This...... What kind of painting is this...... Can...... Hey...... His penmanship...... Unheard of, unheard of. Cai Yangming stood aside and smiled silently.

After another ten minutes, Cai Xianrong's tiger power has disappeared from the paper, the green bamboo in front of the tiger and the green mountain behind the tiger have all begun to fall into writing, and here Li Yundao used that strange brushwork to outline the silhouette of the human figure. His brushwork is not like today's Chinese painting brushwork, it is very broken and miscellaneous, and many times there is a suspicion of breaking the slightest, and finally, there is the appearance of a lady on the paper.

Everyone was laughing at Li Yundao, who didn't know how to pretend to understand, and actually dared to stand with the "First Young Man of Chinese Painting" to paint, but he didn't see Tang Guofeng, who had been thinking about it on the side, suddenly shook for some reason.

"This ...... Is this a loss of ...... Lost ...... Surname...... Song Gongbi?" At the end of the words, Donald's voice almost trembled.