"They follow your will."

Chen Mo still remembered the expression on Old Man Mo's face when he said this.

The mop and the bucket of black water were found from the hotel kitchen, as were the barbecue brushes. Chen Mo originally planned to find a large barrel of soy sauce, but he happened to bump into the kitchen and was washing cuttlefish today, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed. The dinner party kept the chefs so busy that from the time they went in and out, there was no one who even looked at him.

During the time when he was learning puppet show, in order to exercise his hand, the old head teacher let him watch it first, think about it, and finally get started.

In Pan's study, Pan Jinyu's painting process seems to be seared into the depths of Chen Mo's mind - every brushstroke, every movement, is accompanied by plain but piercing sentences. When the Liang family's father and son were approaching step by step before, Chen Mo completely subconsciously remembered the appearance of Pan Jinyu standing at the desk and putting down the pen, and felt that it would be good if he had so many goods in his stomach.

At that moment, his fingers twitched.

Chen Mo was stunned for a long time, and gradually found that no matter what part of the landscape painting he thought of, there would be a strange sense of familiarity, knowing how to paint and how to use his hands, as if he was the author, and even had the urge to hold the pen.

Copy? The thought popped into his mind.

After the New Year's Day party, Old Man Mo mentioned that copying actions is very simple for robots, but he didn't elaborate on it, this copying range package does not include other people's actions. Now the reaction of the Ares robot has made Chen Mo feel a little bit of a bottom in his heart, but he has quite doubts about the strength of the next pen.

When he was a child, he learned big characters, and the teacher pulled the brush from behind and made his hand black. The teacher often talks about the allusion of entering the wood three points, saying that holding the pen is strength, and moving the pen is skill. Chen Mo was only interested in the finished large-character book, which was folded into four corners and thundered on the ground.

In today's Chen Mo's eyes, calligraphy or painting is tantamount to a fantasy, but now he has to fight it. Fortunately, Pan Jinyu's demonstration again has made him clearly feel the change of that force, which is like a mountain like a rock when it is thick and heavy, and like wind and fog when it is light.

In the tattered martial arts book I had read before, the protagonist of the pocket cloth patch painted on the wall of the restaurant to settle the account, and after the incident, he looked up to the sky and threw his pen away, leaving a bunch of jaw-dropping supporting characters stunned. Chen Mo felt that this section was simply vulgar to the extreme, but there was a faint shadow of the entire landscape on the wall he was facing now.

Standing high on the piano, Chen Mo recalled the details again, reached out and picked up the water spoon inserted in the plastic bucket, and his mood was extremely calm.

When he poured the first spoonful of black water on the wall, there was a "boom" from the audience. The white and chubby hotel manager held a square handkerchief in his hand, kept wiping his sweat, and peeked at the deputy mayor's table, only to find Liang Longjiang sitting upright, like a kind elder who was staring at his juniors.

"Let's find someone to paint tomorrow!" The manager thought helplessly.

Pan Jinyu was also looking at the stage, before Chen Mo spilled red wine on the ground, the shape of the diffuse was the same as the ink marks he splashed when he painted during the day, and it was also a protrusion of strange peaks at the corners, like a Buddha's hand. This made Pan Jinyu really taken aback, and she couldn't be sure if it was a coincidence. And Chen Mo's second spilling of wine without pause completely turned his doubts into shock.

Point splashing brush, the five techniques of landscape freehand. When Chen Mo wrote with chopsticks and began to ask for advice on the other three items, Pan Jinyu already understood what he meant, and when he saw that he fell chopsticks like a knife, he couldn't help but be stunned again.

When she was young, Pan Jinyu regarded Zhang Daqian as the first person in contemporary Chinese painting, and every time she imitated his works after the age of 60, she could not depict the abyss of painting style in any way. It is often inadvertently scribbled, and excessive gestures will completely destroy the artistic conception of the whole painting. Later, a teacher saw his work and said that the extra "power" was not the power of the pen, but the injustice in his chest.

If there is injustice in the chest, everything can be killed.

Thinking of himself when he was young, and then looking at the young man in front of him, Pan Jinyu finally had a little meaning. In his opinion, Chen Mo must have studied Chinese painting before, and now he is mostly seeking advice to imitate his own painting.

This sycophant kung fu has to be said to be extremely clever. Pan Jinyu has always been old-fashioned in his bones, and he doesn't like things like oil painting pianos that are not handed down from his ancestors.

But what he cares more about is another point - painting on the wall, mop as a pen, does this kid know what he is doing?

After Chen Mo splashed out a spoonful of water, Pan Jinyu was already moved!

Under the glow of the lights, with Chen Mo's strange wrist shaking movements, I saw a wave of ink flying out of the water spoon and hanging on the white wall, but not half a drop splashed back. Chen Mo's movements were like the wind, and the mop he was carrying in his other hand had already been swung out, wiping away the excess black water that flowed down the wall to the bottom, leaving only a faint residue.

The black stained surface on the wall is similar to the wine stains that have not yet dried at Pan Jinyu's feet. It was as if the entire banquet hall was just a virtual scene created by the computer, and an invisible big hand "copied" the wine traces, enlarged them and changed them to a different color, and directly "pasted" them on the wall in front of Chen Mo.

How did this kid do it? Pan Jinyu furrowed her brows deeply. Pan Dongdong on the side rarely saw his father's appearance, and it was even more inexplicable to think of the dumb riddle he had played with Chen Mo before.

Liang Min kept sneering, as if he was looking forward to the final moment. Pan Dongdong ignored it, for her, who has been forced to follow the rules since she was a child, what Chen Mo is doing is undoubtedly outrageous, but her mood is surprisingly calm and peaceful.

Chen Mo splashed most of the bucket of water in just a moment, then threw the water scoop aside, and wiped the already messy wall a few times with a mop. The guests in the audience were already dizzy, and they didn't know what kind of performance art this kind of wall painting ** was. It wasn't until Chen Mo took out the barbecue brush behind his waist and began to sketch on the wall with a stroke that someone saw something strange.

"That kid is drawing?"

"It's like painting! You see, isn't that a mountain? ”

"Hey, the river is out, the river is out! What the hell is going on......"

Chen Mo was unaware of everything, the long brush was flying in his hand, and the enlarged version of the splashed ink landscape painting gradually reappeared. The dynamic storage system of the Ares robot completely replicates Pan Jinyu's method at that time, and the nano platform directly built on the nerve center has carried out tens of billions of simulation calculations, so that Chen Mo's final movements are not affected by the slightest environment and tools. For him, painting on the wall is no different from painting on paper.

"It's an axe!" An old man with gray hair suddenly stood up in the middle of the banquet, looking excited.

Landscape painting pays attention to all kinds of methods, and the axe splitting is divided into two types: large and small. In this painting, Pan Jinyu uses both large and small axes to chop, which is majestic and round, and blends seamlessly. At this moment, I saw Chen Mo using a brush when the big axe was chopping, and his wrist was sweeping thousands of troops with force, and when the small axe was splitting, he used the brush head, and his fingers were like pecking, and even the habitual movements of the slightly sideways head were completely consistent with his own, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

Mountains and rivers are gradually taking shape on the wall, and Pan Jinyu's majestic brushwork is being perfectly reproduced. A mountain, a river, a boat, a person, the mountain rises where the heavy ink is splashed, and the ink marks that are faded below meander horizontally, converging into a rushing river, and a boat and a person are all made by a few strokes overnight.

In Pan Jinyu's original painting, the boatman was standing at the stern of the boat and rocking the oar, but Chen Mo only painted an empty boat and moved the boatman to the majestic and steep mountainside. The boatman's posture of leaning forward remains unchanged, and he looks like a mountaineer who is frightened by every step. After painting the whole painting, Chen Mo learned from Pan Jinyu and wrote the inscription of the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing in the upper left corner of the wall - climbing the mountain and knowing the height of the sky; Near the deep stream, know the thickness of the land.

The audience fell silent.

The charm of Chinese painting can be intuitively felt even by the layman. At this moment, the mountains on the wall are dangerous, the Nu River is rushing, and a breath of forest like prison is coming. The mountaineer was as small as dust, but his figure faintly revealed a trace of firmness, which was particularly conspicuous and vivid in this desperate situation.

Pan Jinyu has never been imitated by anyone, in any way, to such an extent.

He was now looking at the huge painting with the ink not dry, at the boatman who had been displaced to reveal another artistic conception in the picture, and at the inscription with the same handwriting as his own but missing a few words, and suddenly realized that he had never known this young man.

No one applauded, and the vast majority of the guests were out of breath. Yang Zongkai was surprised, and couldn't help but look at Zhuo Yitian, and found that although she was laughing, it was not as exaggerated as she imagined, and she actually seemed very calm and indifferent.

Chen Mo wiped his hands indiscriminately on his body, and when he walked off the stage, he glanced at Pan Jinyu from a distance, with a grateful look on his face.

The hall was silent for two minutes, and all eyes cast on the giant mural were extremely shocked.

Liang Longjiang stood up and smiled bitterly and bowed his hand to Pan Jinyu beside him, "Brother Pan is a good apprentice, but he just hides it from me!" As soon as this handful is revealed, Xiaomin can't get on the table with two clicks! ”

If it had been before, most of the subordinates around him would have taken over immediately, but this time, no one was silent.

Everyone knows that Liang Longjiang is not humbling, but telling the truth.

"It turned out to be Jinyu's apprentice, I said that the axe splitting is used so authentically! It's strange, the young man is a little too young, can paint the freehand like this, without a decade or two of hard work can't do it! The white-haired old man from earlier walked over, looked at Pan Jinyu and laughed, "Where did you find this little apprentice?" Can you discuss and lend me two days? ”

"Not my apprentice." Pan Jinyu smiled and said.

The old man didn't seem to believe it, and was about to say something more, but was interrupted by Huang Yanqiu with a smile, "Old Chen, you want to accept apprentices, aren't my people sitting here!" ”

The old man stroked his long beard and said "um", but he didn't pay attention to it, just asked Pan Jinyu.

Huang Yanqiu's face suddenly turned blue, and she said to Liang Longjiang coldly: "That little classmate seems to have been hiding his clumsiness!" Why don't you ask him, if there is anything to take out and shoot, it can be regarded as accompanying Minmin to the whole scene today. ”

Beside her, Liang Min had already distorted his face, he never thought that a deflated mop could paint such a majestic landscape, and he didn't even dare to look at Pan Dongdong's expression anymore.

In fact, it was indeed as he expected, at this moment, Pan Dongdong's spirit was flying, and his eyes were full of pride.

After Liang Longjiang asked the secretary to come over and ask, Chen Mo was forced by Zhuo Yitian to take out the most valuable thing in his pocket - the copycat mobile phone bought for 100 yuan.

Although no one dared to laugh at him this time, there was no doubt that the scene was quite hot. Huang Yanqiu saw that this kid really couldn't get a decent thing, and his face suddenly looked much better, and he looked around casually, wanting to see which one dared to stretch out his hand for a while.

The host held the copycat machine and thought for a long time, before quoting the reserve price of 1,000 yuan that could not be lowered, seeing that there was no response below, and he wanted to blow a few words about this mobile phone for a while, but he couldn't even hold back half a word.

"Ten thousand!" Zhuo Yitian didn't even raise a card and shouted directly, turned his head and smiled awkwardly at Chen Mo, "Lao Tzu has always been very poor, and he can't cheat his family to spend money, so he can only help you save face." ”

"Fifty thousand." Yang Zongkai spread his hands after quoting the price, grinned, and signaled that he only had this money.

"That gentleman quoted 50,000 yuan, does anyone still want to increase the price......" The host asked several times, but no one answered, and the auction hammer in his hand was raised high, "50,000 for the first time, 50,000 for the second time......"

Just as the laugh lines in the corners of Huang Yanqiu's eyes were getting deeper and deeper, a soft and gentle voice sounded, "1 million." ”

With a "boom", the hall seemed to be detonated by a bombshell. Facing all those surprised gazes, Lin Qingying smiled and waved her hand to Chen Mo.

This was originally an ordinary action, but it seemed to interpret the saying "women are like water", from the arms to the waist, it looked soft and boneless. Luo Lao next to him glanced at the location of the wonderful undulating peaks, and the evil fire in his chest was great, completely forgetting that the painting of the Liang family had only been photographed for 850,000, and he had a big mouth: "Lao Tzu is out of 1.5 million!" ”

"Mr. Luo also wants it, I knew that people wouldn't shoot it." Lin Qingying said half complainingly, stretched out a finger as white as jade and shook it at the host, signaling to give up.

Luo Lao thought that he could fight with her again, but he didn't expect to catch the way, and noticed the cold gaze cast by the deputy mayor's wife, and couldn't help but regret it.

After the auction hammer was settled, Luo Lao took the huge and heavy copycat machine like a brick from the host's hand with a straight face, looked at it for a long time, walked straight to Chen Mo's table, and threw it back to him, "Take this thing out and auction it too?" It also cost Lao Tzu 1.5 million! Can you tell me what it can do other than make a phone call? ”

Chen Mo looked at him, embarrassed to put "On the Moon", and asked tentatively: "Self-defense?" ”