"You haven't learned ink painting at all, and you haven't even studied how to use a brush systematically, at such a level... It's really like you said, I don't know anything about the painting. Lai Xinghui sighed and said: "Originally, you apologized to me and the matter was revealed, but now you have ended up being spurned by everyone, you brought it on yourself... No one else. ”

Li Yu ignored Lai Xinghui and gently waved the brush in his hand.

The first stroke, gently dropped.

That's it.

Crossing a parabola, all the ink in the ink box splashed on the white jade pillars in the Taoist temple irregularly.

Seeing this, Lai Xinghui shook his head and was about to turn around and leave, but the people behind him suddenly exclaimed.

"Look, what is this..."

"This painting... I'm moving!"

Painting in motion?

Move on your own.

Lai Xinghui looked puzzled, turned to look, his face suddenly became sluggish, and he looked at it in disbelief.

"It's... What is this..."

The splashes of ink on the white jade pillar seemed to be alive, squirming and scattering in all directions.

The ink is as if it has life, and I am looking for the most suitable concentration and location.

"Impossible, this level of ink splashing can actually be done on the column? This column is not rice paper, how is it possible..."Lai Xinghui muttered, wiping his eyes, thinking that the old eyes were dizzy, but looking at the expressions of the people around him, he knew that this was not an old dizziness, but a real, something that was happening.

While the splash of ink was automatically splashed, Li Yu did not stop his brushstrokes, and there were dots of ink on the tip of the pen, decorating the perimeter of the ink.

The dragon snake waved, and the tip of the pen turned into a swimming dragon.

The ink seems to be splashed casually, but in fact it is dotted with wandering.

The swimming dragon is swaying, and the shades touch each other, which is rapidly forming.

At the end of the pen, the painting is completed.

Everyone was stunned, including Lai Xinghui.

"It's... Your painting..."Lai Xinghui muttered, "The whole process was completed in less than five minutes..."

The painting on the stone pillar is a swimming dragon, the ink dragon is freehand, soaring clouds, eyes wide, as if breaking through the clouds, breaking through everything.

"This painting is called a dragon. Li Yu wiped the fine sweat on his forehead and said with a smile: "Master Lai's opinion is contained in this painting." ”

Lai Xinghui gently touched the painting on the stone pillar, and for a while he was stupid, as if he heard the dragon's roar in his ear.

"It only took five minutes to create such a painting, not to mention the painting, the technique is really amazing..."One of the younger painters couldn't help but admire.

There was a burst of unconvinced voices next to him, a slightly chubby middle-aged man, raising his head and saying stubbornly.

"This painting is not very good, isn't it just that you can paint on the stone pillar, at best it is a bit of a trick, at first glance I thought it was just a random splash of ink..."

As the first unconvinced voice sounded, the next people followed.

Some people can't see the mystery, and some people see it, but they don't want to admit it.

Admitting that the yellow-haired kid in front of him is stronger than the master, isn't it equivalent to admitting that he is weaker than others?

No, absolutely not admitted!

"In order to protect the dignity of the painting world, this opening must not be opened..."

At this time, a little fat man who was eating candy muttered: "Eh, I obviously think the paintings on this wall are better than those two birds, why do everyone say they are not good-looking..."

Next to the little fat man, a young mother quietly squatted down and said.

"Mom thinks so too, the painting drawn by the Taoist is really good, actually... Many people also think so, you look at everyone's expressions, so uncomfortable, I just don't dare to admit it. ”

"Then why is that? Everyone is saying that the big brother is not good at drawing. The little fat man looked confused and at a loss.

"Because it's the authoritative boss who draws the birds, and the one who draws the dragon is just a little-known... At least it was painted by young people who were not well-known in this aspect of painting. The young mother patted the little fat man on the shoulder and said, "You will know when you grow up, this is called superstitious authority... I don't respect objective facts, I just think that whoever is old has strong ability..."

The little fat man was confused at first, but finally nodded as if he didn't understand, and finally muffled.

"It's weird..."

Since there was the first person to take the lead, everyone began to deny it with confidence.

No matter how this painting is, at least today, there is only one winner, and it must be Master Lai!

...

"Fortunately, this little Taoist priest does not follow the usual path, and paints on the wall, and the form of expression is also a bit abstract," said one of the slightly older seniors.

The middle-aged man next to him smiled and said: "As the saying goes, there is no first in literature, and there is no second in martial arts, we think Master Lai's paintings are better, isn't it a matter of course?"

"yes, that's a matter of course..."

After a period of self-comfort, only Master Lai Xinghui was still silent and sluggish.

After a long time, he pulled himself out of the dragon that was addicted to the wall.

He, silent.

There is no affirmation of the paintings on the walls, nor denial of the comments of the people around them.

"I... I'm the best... I'm the master... I'm the bird... The kid's painting in front of him is nothing at all, it's just ink slag spilled indiscriminately, that's right, I'm the master..."Lai Xinghui comforted himself, but the expression on his face was not happy, but sad.

Dignity does not allow him to lose, but sane reality has already told him a lot of answers...

Looking at Lai Xinghui, who was comforting himself, Li Yu smiled faintly, didn't say anything, and went straight back to the Taoist temple to meditate on incense, only a leisurely voice came.

"Cangsong is crazy, but he can't see through the fame and fortune in this world, and he can't see through himself..."

Lai Xinghui originally wanted to stop Li Yu and say something, but in the end he didn't say it, and his face was complicated...

"I... I..."

At this moment, there were bursts of exclamations behind him.

Lai Xinghui saw the ghostly expressions on the faces of those people, and even the scholar who brought a suit and leather shoes and a monthly salary of 33,000 showed a sluggish expression, and the sunglasses on his face fell off.

It's as if you've seen something magical.

"You..."

Lai Xinghui was puzzled and looked at everyone's gaze.

I saw the ink dragon on the white stone pillar.

Moved.

Tremble slightly.

The ink dots, gradually, came out of the stone pillars.

In a trance, the dragon groaned.

The roar was majestic, as if it came from above the nine heavens.

Lai Xinghui sat on the ground.

"What is this..."

The ink dragon roared, rose in the wind, and the yellow spring fell from the top to the nine heavens.

Miracles...

The dragon in the painting is taken off the painting and turned into a real dragon.

Lai Xinghui, who was sluggish on the ground, finally muttered.

"The Dragon... Amazing Dragon, this is a true dragon above the Nine Heavens..."