"It's just a painting, it's fine, it's very simple. ”

Liu Danqing didn't want to let go of Su Tuo so easily, this kid made him lose a lot, time, energy, and most importantly, face.

"It's not that simple, according to the rules, I'm going to make the question, you have to do it according to the question, okay?"

Su Tuo was stunned, this is really not easy to do, he originally wanted to copy another gourd diagram of Master Qi Baishi to deal with the past. Now I heard that Liu Danqing made a question, how is this good, if his contribution points are enough, it doesn't hurt to let him do the question. But now he only has 80 points, even if he needs 80 points to change the question, Su Tuo is not happy, he thinks that it is extremely worthwhile to use contribution points for this matter.

What he thought in his heart would not be revealed, Su Tuo still kept calm and said, "Yes, you can ask the question." In fact, he has already made up his mind, and if he needs to contribute points to complete it, he would rather admit it than paint. I insist that I can only comment on paintings, not paintings, what do you like, I just don't serve.

Liu Danqing didn't know what Su Tuo thought, he pondered for a moment, and said: "Let's go to the studio first, let Su Tuo paint something, and then I will add it up, I can't spare this kid, hehe." ”

So the six of them moved to the studio, and it was not far from the small hall to here, and there were not a few minutes in total, and I don't know if Liu Danqing had thought about it.

After entering the studio, Liu Danqing spoke first: "I think about it, if you destroy my two works that study the boneless method, you will compensate me for one boneless work." The genre you think for yourself, preferably in a big way. ”

Tong Zhiyuan frowned and said, "Lao Liu, you are going to pass it, there is no bone method?" It is easy to say, how many years have you studied by yourself to have your current achievements. How old is Su Tuocai, where will he be, and he will be freehanded, I think you are embarrassed, right?"

"Lao Tong, don't worry, just now Su Tuo talked about the boneless Tao, I think he has a trick nine times out of ten. Say not this time, there can be an accident, besides, if Su Tuo says that he can't paint, he can choose another one to paint. ”

"Alas, why do you bother, it's impossible. Su Tuo, don't listen to Lao Liu, you can create one freely. ”

Hearing Liu Danqing's words, Su Tuo was happy for a long time, he really wanted to do anything, and he didn't draw a gourd diagram to ask Liu Danqing. Listening to Tong Zhiyuan's words to defend himself, he was also very grateful, so he said to Tong Zhiyuan quietly: "Okay, I'll try my best." ”

Su Tuo didn't say more, came to the front of the painting case, picked out a suitable size of Shengxuan, and began to study the ink. While grinding, I looked at the pen and paint next to me. Seeing this, Feng Ling took over Su Tuo's ink research in the past, just talking about ink research, Su Tuo's technique is far worse than Feng Ling's, because Feng Ling has been studying ink for his grandfather for many years, and he has already practiced it.

Su Tuo, who had his hands free, prepared the stone yellow and ochre, and touched the paper with his hand. Then nodded, although it is a rare good paper compared to the twenty-year-old paper of Shangbu Songzhuzhai.

Feng Ling finished the ink and stood on the side to watch; Feng Long also came to Feng Ling's side, wanting to take a serious look at Su Tuo's level of Chinese painting; Liu Danqing and Tong Zhiyuan stood on the other side, with a look of expectation; Liu Qing didn't have any expectations this time, and then in his opinion, Su Tuo was just a peasant boy who happened to raise chickens and watched "Painting Succession", how could he know what painting, what bonesless, and what freehand, how could this be possible.

Su Tuo picked up a large pen, dipped it in heavy ink first, and twisted and pulled it again and again on the top of the paper. Then "Boom~Boom~Boom~" was drawn, the movements were clean and neat, without dragging mud and water, and the broad leaves, gourds, and vine branches were all made in one go, except for dipping in ink and changing pens, without the slightest pause.

As soon as the connoisseur makes a move, he will know if there is one. Liu Qingxian is stupid, he is an associate professor, an expert, and a well-known painter, who has been immersed in Chinese painting for many years. As soon as he saw the way Su Tuo held the pen and carried the pen, he knew that he was wrong again, and this time it was the most outrageous. Where is the verbal effort, it is clear that the kung fu in the hands is stronger, and in comparison, the verbal kung fu is negligible.

Liu Danqing and Tong Zhiyuan had forgotten the shock, and all their minds were immersed in the painting, wandering in the art with each stroke of Su Tuo, nodding frequently, smiling and complacent.

For Su Tuo, the paintings he has learned in the system, if he just copys, he can draw them with his eyes closed. It's so familiar, it's like it's engraved into the soul. The painting was quickly finished, and Su Tuo gently put down the pen, took a step back and began to look at it. He wanted to see how this one would be different from the one in Shochikuzhai.

It is said that it is the same copy, and it should be exactly the same. If it is a sketch or an oil painting, it is possible, at most, because of the pigment problem, there is a difference in color, and everything else will be the same. However, this is not the case, the degree of rendering will be different depending on the rice paper, the ratio of ink and water will be different, and the effect of painting will be very different. In short, pen, ink, paper, color, and water all affect the effect of a painting.

After careful comparison, the two paintings are basically the same, this time the paper used is Jiagong Shengxuan, in terms of collecting water and ink is much worse than the last old paper. Other than that, the difference isn't huge.

After the comparison, Su Tuo saw that the wind spirits around him began to work again, a pair of dexterous little hands, one hand holding a cup and the other hand mixing ink. In close comparison, the white and delicate little hands were not lost to the white-glazed porcelain cup, and Su Tuo couldn't help but feel a wave in his heart, and quickly retracted his mind and said: "Well, no need, I don't pay for this painting, I don't make a seal." ”

Feng Ling really stopped his hand and looked at Su Tuo puzzled, without speaking, but his big eyes blinked, clearly asking the reason.

Not to mention the bitterness in Su Tuo's heart, he didn't contribute points to open the calligraphy category, so he could only paint this kind of incomplete painting, and he couldn't sell it for money. On the surface, I have to answer plainly: "The master has rules, what kind of paintings can be styled, and what kind of paintings can't, there is a clear difference." ”

Tong Zhiyuan, who was immersed in the painting, suddenly asked, "Do you have a teacher?"

"Of course, you don't think I'm doing my own research. ”

"How is it possible, I was abrupt and asked a nonsense. I don't know where you learned......"

"Master didn't tell me my real name, and he didn't let me ask about it. ”

"So mysterious?"

"It's not mysterious, when I was six years old, I met a wandering Taoist who taught me to draw. But he didn't seem to want anyone to know, so he wouldn't let me talk about learning to paint with him. ”

"It seems that he is a high-ranking person, and his behavior is naturally unusual, how many years have you studied with him?"

"Master, his old man has been traveling all over the world, coming to me from time to time, and every time he will teach me something. Over the past ten years, I have indeed taught a lot, but I can't count how many years I have. ”

"Do you have your teacher's work?"

"Yes. ”

"Can we have a chance to see it?"

"This ...... I'll talk about that later. ”

"Do you have a seal on your master's paintings?"

"Yes. ”

"What?"

"Out of the ordinary!"