After noon, a dark cloud floated in the sky, only the size of a palm when I first saw it, and in the blink of an eye, it covered most of the sky, and it was very low. Zhou Yi looked up and could see the dark clouds moving like galloping horses, like a passing rain cloud, which was rare in spring.

The sunlight is not completely blocked, and it falls through the gaps in the rain clouds, forming columns of light that are very beautiful to reflect on the surface of the lake.

As soon as Zhou Yi's thought arose, he poured down like a pillar of rainstorm, making the cabin crackle, as dense as fried beans.

The spring rain is continuous, but there are few such ferocious; especially the lake to watch the rain, it is even more spectacular, only to see countless splashes on the lake surface, before it unfolds, it is broken by the falling rain, turned into a piece of mist, but at this time the southeast wind rises, stirs up the whole lake surface misty rain, for a while people can not distinguish what is the sky, what is the lake, as far as the eye can see, are the water-colored waves, among which there are countless rays of sunlight falling, reflecting a rainbow hanging lake, in a trance, it is like leaving the human world, to the heavenly immortals.

"It's time. There are wind and waves, torrential rains, such as smoke and fog locks, but there is no lack of gorgeous rainbows, penetrating the wind and rain, illuminating the future, bringing hope for a lifetime of smoke and rain, the most in the rising and twilight, this passing rain cloud is like a frustration obstacle in life, and like the layers of obstacles encountered by the cultivator on the way, but after all, there will still be a moment when the clouds break through the sunrise, and the infinite scenery is not far away. ”

Zhou Yi spread out a vertical Huixuan with a width and a height of one meter and a height of about half a meter, full of wolf hair, and the pen fell into the dragon and snake, and after a while, the upper and lower parts of this piece of paper were already gray, but the middle position was about half a foot wide, but he left it blank, I don't know what to use.

It is still the 'ink pen flashback' technique created by the talented emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty. This is the only application in Chinese painting that can rely only on ink painting. It is a means to reflect the effect of light and shadow. In the upper and lower parts of the painting, the gray smoke and rain and the daylight and rainbow expressed by the clever blank space are organically intertwined, which is full of the artist's imagination, but after all, there are only two colors, after all, there are only gray and white, and it is impossible to achieve the degree of 'what you see is what you paint', like the delicate and subtle Western oil paintings with oil paint, and the gorgeous more than the photograph.

This is the common cognition of Eastern and Western painters, and it seems to be an irrefutable theorem and fact.

Zhou Yi seemed to be very satisfied, put aside the wolf tooth frame for the time being, sat next to the small tea case by the painting table, and made a pot of kung fu tea for himself. Since ancient times, tea and wine have been inseparable from calligraphy and painting, one makes people feel calm, the other makes people sway, and the talent is quick; Zhou Yi is not Li Bai. is willing to be a tea-loving Lu Yu, this thing is both elegant and close to the people, even if it is in his realm, it is very helpful to taste a pot when making paintings.

After drinking half a pot of tea, he saw that the sky outside the cabin suddenly brightened, Zhou Yi jumped up from his seat and looked out of the cabin steadily. The smoke and rain on the lake faded, and the sun was partially revealed, half-covered by the rain clouds, as if it was breaking free. Under the sunlight, the clouds in the distance are still gray and black, but in the near distance they are golden red, far and near where they meet. But it is bizarre, and the light and light are always appropriate.

This scene is very much like the sunrise. It's like a sunset, rising and setting at the same time.

Zhou Yi picked up the wolf pen dipped in ink, hung his wrist three inches, and lightly touched the top of the scroll, but the place where the pen was put down was a blank space in the gray sky, but it was not like a large amount of white space in the middle, it was not that he brushed it over, and it was difficult for people to pay attention.

The first stroke fell, Zhou Yi's pen fell faster and faster, as if the golden rooster nodded randomly, and it didn't take long for a round of sun to appear in this blank position, and it was also a round of radiant sun.

Originally, in ink painting, even if the technique of 'ink brush reflection' was used, it could only slightly show the light and shade, and it was congenitally insufficient, which was absolutely inferior to Western painting. But in the hands of everyone like Zhou Yi, it is possible to make the impossible possible and break through the innate limitations of Chinese painting.

This round of the sun, which is also constructed with the technique of "ink pen reflection", although it is ink, it is composed of countless dot brushes, the depth of each ink is different, the skillful use of ink color, just the right amount of white space, so that this round of blue-black sun looks like "golden light", vivid.

And as soon as the sun appeared, it was like the finishing touch, and the 'rays' immediately appeared on the whole picture, showing the feeling of sunrise in the rain, smoke and clouds, and thousands of rainbows by virtue of the lonely black and white colors. It's just that because of the large blank space in the center of the picture, it doesn't look coherent enough.

Zhou Yi lifted the pen again, this time it seemed very simple, that is, it was full of ink, and drew a slightly complex ink line in the blank space in the middle of the scroll, and when it reached the center, his wrist shook slightly, and at the same time lifted it up a few times, and a lively island in the lake appeared.

The whole painting of water, sky, smoke and clouds is divided in this way, and the horizontal line appears, because it is arranged in the middle of the scroll, the misty sky is suddenly more lofty, and after this simple stroke, it suddenly highlights a strong three-dimensional sense, which is no longer like a painting, more like a world with sound and color.

This is the supreme realm of painting, 'the use of color as for colorless, colorless and even ten thousand colors', a single stroke, the seven-foot painting scroll can also be wide and thousands of miles; with the flexible use of ink technology, fully mobilize the imagination of the viewer, so that everyone who has seen Zhou Yi's painting has a 'a lake of smoke and rain in his life, always in the rising and twilight'.

The sun sets every day, but it rises every day, but in Zhou Yi's painting, it is impossible to tell whether it rises or sets, only beauty.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, how similar the scenery of sunrise and sunset is, why do you need to pay attention to the position of the sun to make artificial judgments? Just like life, it is wonderful, but some people have to get along with themselves, and they must distinguish between the beginning and the end, life and death.

Unconsciously and slowly put down the wolf's pen, Zhou Yi was suddenly stunned, and suddenly understood the truth, and couldn't help laughing three times, happy for the awakened; and couldn't help crying three times, sad for the confused, and then he was in a very calm mood, entered an unprecedented realm, only felt the incomparably quiet and comfortable in his heart, his eyes looked through the layers of smoke and clouds, looking at the warm sun without scorching the sun, walking through countless hanging lakes and rainbows, and feeling the wisdom and joy that the way of painting brought to himself.

In this realm of enlightenment, time flies, and before you know it, it is afternoon, after all, nature is not a picture scroll on the case, and gradually the red sun is falling, and thick clouds begin to drift in the air, and it seems that it will not be long before there is a real heavy rain to fall.

Zhou Yi's eyes are still the scenery depicted in the picture scroll, Bodhidharma Ancestor sat in a lonely stone cave, facing the square round stone wall, you can see a Bodhi, a world, not to mention that there is a vivid picture scroll in front of you? Looking at it, his heart suddenly moved, and the sea of spiritual consciousness suddenly churned and rolled, and those wishes that had not been completely purified and surrendered were poured into it while Zhou Yi was concentrating on the scroll.

These human beings who come from the spirit of all things, even if they are born because of worship and identification with Zhou Yi, they can't help but have all kinds of selfish thoughts, and the degree is slightly lighter, and they have long been purified by the power left by Zhang Sanfeng and Red Sperm in the paintings and Shenmu Sword, and it is the power of those fans who were suppressed in the depths of the spiritual consciousness not long ago has also been washed by the 'Great Wish Swordsmanship', although it has not been completely purified, but it is only the last kick in the door.

Everyone has wisdom, but without setbacks and without cultivation, they will often be deceived by a little cleverness, and the vast majority of people may not be able to realize the road of enlightenment and purify their minds after a lifetime of time;

These wishes that have not been completely purified are all lucky, because 'they' met Zhou Yi and 'see' Zhou Yi's paintings (to be continued......

PS: ps: Thanks to the generous tip of the 'discontinued' brothers, thanks to the 'bookworm' brothers for their monthly pass support :)