By noon, many men in suits came to the Taoist temple.

These people wear black sunglasses, suits and leather shoes, and they are full of cards.

The men in suits all hold the four treasures of the study in their hands, pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Lai Xinghui was on the side of the pavilion, closing his eyes and recuperating.

The pilgrims did not dare to approach the pavilion, firstly, they were intimidated by Lai Xinghui's momentum, and secondly, many people recognized that in front of them was a local master of Chinese painting...

The name of the achiever is well deserved.

"If today's events get out, you will be ruined, and my father-in-law's status will not be shaken in any way, but the painting made on the spot in the midst of doubts will be supported by more people..."

The small table, Fang Hua, Li Huan, Xiao Hei, and the goods sat together, extremely harmonious, and did not put the imposing people outside in their eyes at all.

Li Yu himself was too, and even yawned boredly and said perfunctorily.

"How can I say it, I'm the kind of person who strategically despises the enemy and tactically values the enemy..."

"And what tactics do you have?"

"Look at his paintings. Li Yu said with interest: "Actually, I'm really curious about what Master Lai can paint." ”

"You don't know Baidu yourself? You can look up his name to know how strong he is. Zhang Shao said seriously.

"The paintings across the screen can't grasp the soul and charm at all. Li Yu shook his head.

This made Zhang Shao is face look like ashes, and he turned his head and said.

"Why are you still struggling with your so-called soul theory, a good painting is good-looking, and an ugly painting is ugly... There is no soul without a soul..."

Li Yu's performance reminded Zhang Shao of Secondary 2...

Stubbornly adhering to their own so-called theories, they don't care about what the actual situation is.

Li Yu didn't pay attention to Zhang Shao, but just closed his eyes and recuperated.

Soon, the masters who were originally invited by Lai Xinghui to endorse were also excited, and they could see the birth of Master Lai's famous paintings in person, and they would have face when they said it.

"Hehe, if I can see Master Lai paint with my own eyes, my worth will definitely soar, after all, I am the one who has witnessed Master Lai. ”

"That's right, don't say you can learn two hands, even if you don't learn two hands, it's good to spread it. ”

"We really have to thank this little calf nose, although a little stunned, but it really benefited us... As for Master Lai's real handiwork, I'm really curious about it. ”

"So this master Lai's son just doesn't know how to use resources, obviously there is a father of a master of Chinese painting, but to paint what kind of sketches, it's really a waste. ”

The sound of squirming, Lai Xinghui, who meditated with his eyes closed, and the men in suits who polished the ink.

At noon, Lai Xinghui opened his eyes.

The sun is shining, and the spirit is at its peak.

"Today, I was shocked to hear that the viewer questioned the old man's painting skills, so I made this painting here with the theme of this Taoist view of the master. ”

Lai Xinghui stretched out his hand, and the scholar in the suit next to him handed over the brush.

The pen moves -

The original thin, wrinkled hand, the moment he held the brush, he returned to the state of his youth.

Everyone was silent, shocked by the power of this first stroke, unable to move.

What is it...

What is a master.

That's the master!

Those in the industry who were brought by Lai Xinghui even had an urge to give up thinking.

"It's so strong, I can't breathe for a while..."Zhang Shao also shook for a moment, this was the first time she saw her father-in-law painting.

It turns out that this is the painter...

The brush strokes splashed ink on the rice paper, and with a wave of the big hand, the ink splashed down.

Burnt, thick, heavy, light, clear.

The black ink of a single color forms a variety of shapes under Lai Xinghui's brushstrokes.

There are three colors: thick ink, light ink, dry ink, black, white and gray, with different shades, gradually formed.

It only belongs to the essence of landscape ink painting, and the charm that cannot be imitated by other painting methods such as sketching.

For an hour, two hours, no one dared to speak, just quietly watched Lai Xinghui gradually form the painting under his pen.

At the time of two and a half hours, Lai Xinghui finally spit out a mouthful of turbidity, and at the end of the pen, he left his own money and stamped his own name seal.

Drawn.

...

"Chief Yudao, this painting was created with you as the center, so don't come out and look at it. Lai Xinghui's angry voice sounded.

Li Yu stood up, in fact, he was quite curious, the painting made by this master of Chinese painting.

As soon as he went out, Li Yu could feel that the eyes around him were very piercing, and the sound of squirming came.

probably means that he was used as a stepping stone by Master Lai, so that Master Lai can use this painting to explore the peak again...

Those celebrities invited by Master Lai are waiting to see the show with interest.

"To be honest, the old man really has to thank you for this opportunity. Lai Xinghui gently wiped the sweat stains on his forehead with a handkerchief, and said lightly: "I haven't tried it for a long time, and I feel like painting with emotion... In the past, in the studio, the painting was not even as good as one percent of the painting in front of me, and sure enough, the painting that still has to be painted with emotion is a good painting, and the emotional outburst, the feeling of swaying on the painting paper, is really fascinating..."

Happy, comfortable, Li Yu can feel that Lai Xinghui is really grateful, grateful, the old man in front of him, when he looks at his painting, the feelings are pure and wonderful.

I am grateful that I was able to let him burst out of emotions and draw pictures.

At least from the perspective of dedication and professionalism, Li Yu feels that this Master Lai Xinghui Lai is really a person who can take the name of a master.

"Supreme Heavenly Venerable, before that poor Dao, congratulations to Master Lai for entering the good realm again. ”

"Hehe, thank you for the compliment..."Lai Xinghui put his hands behind his back and calmly accepted Li Yu's praise.

Zhang Shao on the side looked at Li Yu and sighed: "Alas, what's the use of showing soft emotions now, the painting has been drawn, and you have become a laughing stock... But should I also thank him, after all, without him, this painting would not have been born, and I would not have been able to see what real art is. ”

At this point, Zhang Shao saw the difference between Lai Xinghui's paintings and the paintings painted by her husband at home.

This difference is a big breakthrough-

Li Yu came to the front of the painting and saw the ink in front of him, which was gradually solidifying under the sunlight.

This painting, at this time, is at its peak.

In the painting, it is two birds.

The little bird with its wings looks up at the ground, and the big bird hovering in the sky under the scorching sun looks up to the sky and roars.

Big characters on the book——

Birds, and birds.

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