Little Lotus Mountain has been set foot countless times. Every time he goes up the mountain, Zhong Yue has a different harvest. The mountain stream swims in the fish and plays in the water, and the greenery is thick. Zhong Yue traveled in the mountains and rivers for most of the day before returning to the elegant house and entering the penmanship system.

The nine potentials of gods and men are never tired of watching.

Now that he has eight of the nine potentials, Zhong Yue has never been able to see the mystery before he has entered that pen.

After passing away, Zhong Yue retracted his mind, was content and happy, and got eight out of nine, and Zhong Yue didn't force the rest of the money. He was going to talk to Wang Ximeng.

Entering the system of Gongbi landscape, the scene has changed to the blue Gongbi landscape, the two of them are standing on the flat boat, boating on the river.

"Brother Zhong is good. ”

"Hello, hello. Brother Wang, I would like to ask you one thing. ”

Wang Ximeng stood at the head of the boat, "If Brother Zhong wants to ask about the painting, I don't think there is much to say." ”

Zhong Yue was rejected, so he could only smile.

"The blue landscape is really good, I don't know what kind of mood Brother Wang was when he created this picture of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains?"

Wang Ximeng stood at the head of the boat very calmly, "I don't know." ”

Looking at Wang Ximeng's sleeves with his hands, Zhong Yue said, "Brother Wang is really calm. ”

Wang Ximeng took a deep breath and looked at the landscape, "Brother Zhong, what is the end of the way of calligraphy and painting?"

Jin Nong and Wen Zhengming are like people who have seen the ups and downs of the world, and between the lines, they are contemplative and resentful of the world, but Wang Ximeng is not, he is still young, eighteen years old, neither big nor small. This age, similar to Zhong Yue, is the age of striving for progress and flourishing.

"Does it matter what the end is? The scenery and the pen along the way are what our generation wants to experience. ”

Wang Ximeng turned around and looked at Zhong Yue with a smile, "Yes, Brother Zhong, you spoke too well." ”

Zhou Ji turned a corner, and Zhong Yue raised his eyebrows.

The scenery of Xiaohe Mountain is beautiful, and the field houses are like that. On top of the boat, there is a small table.

"Brother Zhong, what are you waiting for?"

Zhong Yue glanced at the white silk on the small table and took a deep breath, "Silk?"

Chinese ink painting usually comes in two forms, on silk and on paper. Ancient painters often used ink to express their temperament, the panoramic landscape, magnificent and vast, need to be carefully created, in order to show the importance of painting, often use more expensive silk to paint.

Wang Ximeng smiled and said, "Brother Zhong should be more confident. ”

"In our time, silk was not necessarily more expensive than paper. ”

Wang Ximeng looked surprised, "Oh? That's really a great and prosperous time." The people should be able to afford to wear silk, what a happy era. ”

Zhong Yue smiled and said nothing, the times are developing, and people's pursuits are naturally changing. Having food and rice and clothes are the most basic needs of life, and who will feel happy?

He picked up the pen, and it was a small millimeter, which was used to draw the base map.

Zhong Yue drew with a pen.

The nine potentials of gods and men are themselves taken from heaven and earth. Calligraphy is a reduction of the landscape of heaven and earth. Chinese characters are inherited in an orderly manner, gradually simplifying from the original pictograms, and at the beginning, they are actually a painting.

Calligraphy and painting never leave home.

Therefore, the nine potentials of gods and men are also applicable in the painting, not only applicable, but also able to reflect the clues.

Xiaohe Mountain is not majestic, but it is delicate.

The mountain is not high, and there is a fairy name. Zhong Yue has too much emotional sustenance for this mountain that has been with him since he was a child. The verdant mountains are like the arms of the mother, and the peach forests, bamboo forests, and ridges on the mountains are all gifts from nature.

The boat is moving, and the mountains in his eyes are also moving, but this does not affect Zhong Yue's painting. Wang Ximeng stood on the side, smiling like a flower, and took a sip of the wine in the jade pot.

Pen Skimming Thriller.

Turn the pen smart.

Zhong Yue's penmanship is taken from the gods, and there is no obstruction in the use of the pen, as if where the pen goes, how to use it, are all natural. If a master of Chinese painting stands by his side, he will be shocked!

This is no longer something that ordinary people can achieve.

The base map had already been sketched, and Zhong Yue's drawing was not a huge size, so it didn't take long, about an hour's work, and the mountain streams and farmhouse scenery jumped on the paper.

The next step is to color.

In terms of color, Zhong Yue inherited Wang Ximeng's bold style. The blue color is matched with the bright yellow of the sunflowers on the ridges. Three visually striking colors take up most of the space.

Zhong Yue wrote the little poem of youth in the blank space.

Youth should be positive, just like Zhong Yue's color on this painting, it should be rich and colorful.

"Brother Wang, the painting is done. ”

"Well, I'll see. Wang Ximeng stood aside, "Brother Zhong's pen is above me." ”

"Brother Wang has won the prize. ”

"Good is good, Brother Zhong doesn't have to be modest. This mountain made me see its delicate spirit, and if the teacher saw it, he would definitely praise Brother Zhong's penmanship. ”

Zhong Yue smiled happily.

He withdrew from the penmanship system and stretched, and today he was extremely tired in the system, as if he had never been so tired before. It must be that he has been in it for a long time and is not in a good mental state.

Zhong Yue walked to the desk, ready to practice Xiaokai again, but after seeing this masterpiece of his own on the table, he wiped his eyes several times.

"This ......"

I saw a ghost, could it be that when I was drawing in the system just now, I was also drawing in reality?

He lowered his head and glanced at the paper, it was indeed silk, it should not be what he thought, because he did not have such a silk at home.

"After the host novice task is completed, you can take pictures in the system, paint with famous artists, and the work can be transmitted to the real scene. ”

Zhong Yue's heart trembled, there is still this kind of operation!

This doesn't mean that these paintings and calligraphy can be taken out at will?

"The system warmly reminds that you can only communicate or point out with famous artists, and famous artists can create works by hand, and they cannot be moved to reality. ”

Well, it seems that I was overthinking. Hearing the system's prompt, Zhong Yue also cooled down his excitement a little, but it was already a rare opportunity to create under the guidance of these calligraphy and painting masters. In today's society, who still has the strength of his "background"?

Wait a minute.

Zhong Yue suddenly thought, what? The novice task has been completed?

He hurried into the system to check the taskbar.

Pen, ink, paper, inkstone, at least four novice tasks, give him a few more calligraphy and paintings to communicate with everyone, why is there no novice task?

In addition to the primary pen making and ink refining, at least give him two more.

Zhong Yue glanced at it, and the novice taskbar in the taskbar had disappeared.

How so......

The system prompt sounded again: pen, ink, paper and inkstone production, only to provide the host with penmanship, because the host accidentally got the nine potentials of the gods, the penmanship is small, has exceeded the novice strength, so the system recycles the novice task.

Forehead...... It's too much......