However, while completely putting down the brush, the old man also found the figures of Wang Hong and Hong Zihan beside him, and in an instant, even the Qi cultivation kung fu that Mount Tai had maintained for so many years collapsed without changing its color, and it completely collapsed at this moment, after all, this is still too shocking.

But after seeing that these were two people, the old man couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief, and a hanging heart finally let go completely, and then opened his mouth to laugh and scolded: "You two young people, how can you walk without a sound, you almost scared the old man to death." ”

"Old man, you yourself are too serious, even if we come over, you don't hear it, and seeing you so serious, we can't bear to call you, for fear of interrupting your inspiration. Hong Zihan immediately couldn't help but cover his mouth and chuckle, and said it directly.

This situation made the old man's face flash with a trace of embarrassment, but he soon couldn't help but say: "Even if this is the case, you must be careful next time, our old man is not afraid." ”

I couldn't help but laugh like this, but Wang Hong's face flashed with a trace of worry: "Old man, you have to be careful next time, this place has not yet been developed, what danger may be there if you come rashly, you must pay attention next time." ”

"Of course I know this, but it's rare to find such a beautiful place, it's really a bit itchy, no, I started painting. Regarding Wang Hong's worries, the old man obviously felt the same way, but he couldn't bear it at all.

"There are still many beautiful scenery in our country, you can always take it easy, you haven't been to those places yet, everything is still based on the body. In this regard, the smile on Hong Zihan's face faded, full of positive color.

The old man also nodded slowly, and in the next conversation, Wang Hong also knew that the other party's name was Liu Xu, as he saw, was a painter, especially fond of landscape paintings, and had been addicted to this for decades.

It's just that for this point, Wang Hong's face is full of doubts: "What are you just getting started here, and you can even be regarded as a generation of masters, this landscape painting is quite good in terms of lines and details, especially the scenery in the mountains, which is extremely delicate, and can be called a masterpiece." ”

Hearing Wang Hong's praise, even if Liu Xu has reached the age of knowing the destiny of heaven, he doesn't like ordinary foreign objects very much, but when he sees his works being praised, his heart is also full of joy, and his eyes at Wang Hong even have a hint of closeness.

Because of the explosion of modern information and the rampant materialism, young people of the age of Wang Hong still like a series of modern items such as computers, mobile phones, etc., even if they like literature, but they are more yearning for foreign masterpieces, on the contrary, they have little understanding of Chinese painting.

I didn't expect that at this moment, on Wang Hong's side, there was such a unique insight, even Hong Zihan's beautiful eyes at the moment couldn't help but flash a hint of brilliance, and he obviously glanced at Wang Honggao.

Immediately, Liu Xu couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "I didn't expect that it would be such a coincidence today, and I could meet a young man like you who loves Chinese culture, it seems that Chinese culture will not decline." ”

"It's just a superficial understanding, and it's hard to get up to the bottom of the tricks. Wang Hong had a sneering smile on his face about this, and he could say that he definitely said it with his conscience.

But Liu Xu didn't agree with this concept at all: "Young man, being young and modest is a virtue, but being too modest is pride, especially when your little girlfriend is still here." ”

Wang Hong's heart at the moment was as if he had been struck by a thunderbolt, and the thunder was completely overturned, and Hong Zihan on the side was quite indifferent to such words, even if he said that his heart was quite indifferent, but he was also full of redness, which looked even more beautiful.

For a while, Wang Hong actually had a feeling of being stupid, and immediately untied the brush and paper from Liu Xu beside him, and immediately began to record such a beautiful scene at this moment, because even if the surrounding landscapes are quite beautiful, these are not as beautiful as the beauties at this moment.

Although Wang Hong himself has never studied landscape painting from beginning to end, don't forget that when the Shengyuan Continent was opened before, Wang Hong could be regarded as a man who had obtained the Wen Palace.

Even if it has been said for such a long time, Wang Hong really doesn't have a lot of interest in this Wengong, and he hasn't exercised hard, but he still has a great help to himself inadvertently, and he has been slowly improving.

Even on weekdays, even if Wang Hong reads a book at random, he can feel that his literary atmosphere in the palace has improved rapidly, so for skills such as reading, writing, painting and painting, Wang Hong even has a feeling of being exposed to it.

Seeing that Wang Hong had finally taken action, Liu Xu's old face nodded slowly, and secretly sighed: "People are not romantic teenagers, such a young man, there is no need to leave any regrets." ”

Of course, Wang Hong didn't know all this at the moment, because now he is like Liu Xu at the beginning, and his mind has been immersed in the picture scroll in front of him.

As for Wang Hong at this moment, the movements in his hands were extremely fast, and even a slight change had taken place in the Wen Palace, and the literary qi in it was rapidly consumed at this moment, imprinted on the scroll through the brush.

It's just that there are too many majestic talents in the Wen Palace, and even so, there is no feeling of exhaustion at all, because there is only this Wang Hong, a Confucian on this earth, and basically countless literary qi can be born in a steady stream of gestures.

Before, Wang Hong didn't care about this at all, but at this moment, he was finally able to play his role, and even Wang Hong himself had a trace of emotion for such a skillful technique, and even had the potential to become a painter in the future.

Time passed slowly, and the movements in Wang Hong's hands became slower and slower, and then slowly finally put down the brush completely, and the whole person sighed in an instant, looking at the scene in front of him, but there was a surprised expression in his pupils, it was hard to imagine that this was actually from his own hand.