"You kid really don't know what I mean?"

Huang Yongqiang looked at Han Dong, and Han Dong shook his head.

Huang Yongqiang said directly.

"Of course I hope you can live a long life, you should know about his Kefu, I suspect that your car accident has a lot to do with her, I accept you as a disciple, I hope you get ahead and win glory for me, if you die early, my hard work is not in vain." ”

"So I've changed my mind now, I don't need you to get involved in the divorce between me and Chu Manli, I'll figure it out myself. ”

Han Dong has not yet told Huang Yongqiang about Li Wenchao finding someone to bump into him.

Now the reason why Huang Yongqiang values himself and puts it bluntly is because of interests.

If he has the value of using Huang Yongqiang, Huang Yongqiang will help him and promote himself.

If Han Dong told Huang Yongqiang the whole story of the car accident now, who knows if the old man would not help Han Dong restore his school status because he was worried that the Li family would find someone to assassinate him.

"Well, I listen to the teacher. ”

Han Dong only promised Huang Yongqiang on the lips, but in his heart he longed for Chu Manli even more.

Although Chu Manli and Huang Yongqiang are only a nominal husband and wife, once they become Huang Yongqiang's students, won't Chu Manli become her own teacher's wife?

"Boy, what do you want?"

Huang Yongqiang felt that Han Dong's face was strange, so he woke up Han Dong with his words.

"Although you are amazingly talented, if you want to worship our disciples, you still need to go through a rigorous assessment. ”

"Last time I asked you to draw a tree, it was too easy, today I want you to copy a painting, only after passing the assessment, you can become my disciple. ”

As he spoke, Huang Yongqiang took out a painting directly from the side and unfolded it on the big table.

"This is the hill map of Wen Zhengming, one of the four great talents of the Ming Dynasty?"

"Or is it the real thing?"

Han Dong looked at the picture scroll with surprise in his eyes.

With the increase in his contact with calligraphy and painting, he also has a strong interest in calligraphy and painting, although he is far less obsessed with than Huang Yongqiang, but he also has a little love, and it is inevitable that his heart will itch when he sees good works.

"Boy, your eyesight is good. ”

Hearing Han Dong's words about the origin of the picture scroll, the joy in Huang Yongqiang's eyes became more and more intense.

"Now you can start copying this painting, as long as you copy the seventh, I will count you as qualified. ”

"This is an opportunity I have given you, and you have to take advantage of it. ”

"Teacher, don't worry, I will definitely do my best. ”

"Thank you, teacher, for your cultivation. ”

Han Dong said this in his mouth, but in his heart he was secretly scolding Huang Yongqiang for being an old fox.

He was clearly seeing Han Dong's painting of the Eight Horses and Horses, so he wanted to use Han Dong to help him draw a fake.

Han Dong's heart was clear, but he didn't say it.

He and the old man themselves are just using each other, the old man wants to use Han Dong's painting skills, and Han Dong wants to use the old man's fame.

It wouldn't be interesting if you really pierced that layer of window paper.

"Then I did it?"

Han Dong looked at Huang Yongqiang tentatively After Huang Yongqiang nodded, Han Dong picked up the pen on the table, he did not put the pen directly, but looked at the real handwriting in front of him.

I have to say that Chinese ink painting is wonderful, and simple colors can create a magnificent picture.

Although Han Dong's eyes were staring at the authentic handiwork that Huang Yongqiang placed in front of him, he was actually introverted, and his mind was full of memories of Wen Zhengming's "Hill Map".

The whole scroll seemed to be unraveled in his mind.

Han Dong could even clearly feel the ups and downs of each stroke, thick and dark, and the most terrifying thing was that he seemed to feel Wen Zhengming's mood when he painted this painting.

A painting seems to have reached the point of fragmentation in Han Dong's mind, but at the same time, it is closely connected and natural.

Han Dong was stunned for more than ten minutes, as if he had settled down, motionless.

Huang Yongqiang, who was standing on the side, not only did not rush to urge, but was even more happy.

He has been in the industry for more than 40 years, and he has been dealing with calligraphy and painting almost as soon as he is sensible.

He knew very well how difficult it was for Han Dong to be fascinated by paintings at the moment.

Only when you know it in your heart can you write like a god.

When he achieved Han Dong's step, it took several years.

Just when Huang Yongqiang was surprised, the pen in Han Dong's hand finally fell on the paper.

"This hill map needs to be observed for at least more than an hour to straighten it out, and you have only been looking at it for more than ten minutes, and you still haven't seen the scroll through. ”

Huang Yongqiang couldn't help but remind Han Dong.

But Han Dong seemed to be enchanted at the moment, with a faint smile on his face, and he didn't hear Huang Yongqiang's words at all.

The brush in his hand danced like a dragon on the paper.

Gravel, mountain peaks, lone eagles......

It is made up of a point into a line, and then an object is formed, which is connected into a picture scroll.

"How, how is that possible?"

It's only been half an hour, and more than half of a wonderful picture has been completed, and every stroke looks vivid.

Huang Yongqiang, who had previously felt that Han Dong's lack of observation, was dumbfounded.

But Han Dong's hand hadn't stopped yet.

The brush still dances on the paper.

Another half hour passed.

A picture scroll with ink not drying was completely placed in front of Huang Yongqiang.

"Teacher, how's it going?"

Han Dong knew that if he wanted this old man to devote himself wholeheartedly to restoring his school status, he had to show some real skills to make the old man feel that his use value was huge.

So for this painting, Han Dong used eight successes.

"Oh my God. ”

Han Dong's eight successes are definitely not lost to those top masters.

Huang Yongqiang looked down at the scroll, and he was already stunned.

If you were to do it yourself, it would take at least a month to complete the "Hill Map".

Because when copying by oneself, it is inevitable to look at the real work and draw a stroke, and then look at the real work and draw a stroke, and finally the overall coherence of the painting scroll will inevitably be unsatisfactory.

can see Han Dong's movements, obviously he has thoroughly eaten the authentic work of "Hill Map" and imprinted it in his mind.

"He's only been watching it for more than ten minutes, how is this possible?"

"Genius, this is real genius. ”

Huang Yongqiang is convinced of Han Dong's talent in calligraphy and painting at this moment.

Han Dong looked at Huang Yongqiang's expression and knew that he had scared the old man, but he still asked the old man pretendly.

"The teacher asked, what is the problem with my drawing, can you help me point me out?"

"Alas"

Huang Yongqiang was awakened by Han Dong.

He looked at Han Dong and said with envy in his eyes.

"If I had such a good talent as you, my achievements would not be what I am today? I would have become one of the top three supermasters in the world. ”

"But remember, you don't show this ability easily, and even if you show it, you have to keep it in reserve. ”

"Why?"

Han Dong looked at Huang Yongqiang curiously.

Huang Yongqiang said to Han Dong with a hint of mystery.

"The water in the antiquities market is much deeper than you want, and if you don't want to be taken and raised as a slave, it's better to keep a low profile. ”

Han Dong was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then he couldn't help but think of the copy made by Master Gong, which should be treasured in the Yenching Museum.

Indeed, if he is too sharp now, he may really be arrested by the cultural relics trafficking group.

When Han Dong was stunned, Huang Yongqiang continued.

"But you don't have to be afraid, I'm just saying that you can't show it for the time being, not for the rest of your life. ”

"When you have done the apprenticeship and really become my closed disciple, I will arrange for you to participate in a few competitions and hold a calligraphy and painting exhibition for you, and then you will be famous, and no one will dare to arrest you easily. ”

"Don't you think I'm alive and well?"

"Remember what I said?"

Huang Yongqiang questioned Han Dong harshly, really like a strict teacher.

Although he had factors for himself, it did make sense, and Han Dong nodded.

He has painting skills, but for this society, he is still a small character after all.

"Okay, let's go out, I've already arranged the apprenticeship ceremony, it will be held in Nanshan Mansion in three days, there will be a lot of celebrities at that time, and there will be media reporters, you be smart, this is the first step to your fame, don't mess it up." ”

It seems that Huang Yongqiang has also put in great effort to package Han Dong.

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