Chapter 133

"Brother Wang's words are too perfunctory, right?" Zhao Ji originally thought that Wang Yang would praise his paintings, but he never imagined that the other party's comments on his rare portrait masterpieces were so weak, and he couldn't help but feel angry.

"Could it be that Brother Wang thinks Zhao's portrait painting is not good?"

If it is other problems, Wang Yang is too lazy to talk about it, and a few sycophants are happy to be patted in the past, but the problem is that once it is the field that Wang Daguan is good at, what he likes most is to compete with others.

"It is very rare for Zhao Gongzi to be able to paint such a masterpiece at such an age, but when it comes to portrait painting, Wang is really ......"

Hearing this, Zhao Ji's face suddenly turned red, and he couldn't help but argue. "Zhao has been fond of calligraphy and painting since childhood, and studied under famous artists, and now many teachers are saying that Zhao's books and paintings have been completed, and now, Zhao is a former sage, such as Li Tang, Su Hanchen, Mi Fu ......"

Gao Yu next to him was also in a very unbeautiful mood, what do you mean by the surname Wang, I didn't see that Gao Mou was low in his voice when he faced this, you are just a Qinglou teaching, can you still be better than a certain family?

Gao Yu cleared his throat and said in an unhappy tone. "Brother Wang, you say this about Zhao Gongzi, Gao also thinks it's not appropriate, with Zhao Gongzi's young age, it is rare in the world to be able to have such good results, could it be that Brother Wang thinks that there are still painters in the world who can be more skilled than Zhao Gongzi?"

"Hehe......" Wang Yang couldn't help but smile, squinted his eyes, glanced at Gao Yu, and then glanced at Zhao Gongzi with an angry face.

Wang Yang pursed his lips secretly, still looking very modest on the surface. "Wang knows that no one can convince anyone just by talking about it, so why don't you draw one more and ask the two of you for advice?"

"Wang Gongzi, you can also paint?" Zhao Ji, who was originally displeased, was stunned at first, and couldn't help but rejoice. "Okay, okay, then let's compare today, and when the time comes, let's find a middleman to judge and see whose painting is better?"

"You don't need it, do you?" Seeing this Zhao Gongzi, who was unhappy before, and now he is like a chicken blood, Wang Yang felt a deep headache, how could this guy feel like a bear child to himself, and he was also a typical unhappy bear child.

Isn't it okay to want to compete with others if you want to be a big fart?

Zhao Ji grinded his fists and said with a look of impatience. "It must be so, Zhao has been admiring Brother Wang for a long time, and has always wanted to consult with Brother Wang, before at the Mid-Autumn Festival, Brother Wang won a game, and originally thought that he had to wait until the state test to be able to compete with Brother Wang for the second time, but I didn't want to have a ......chance today."

Wang Yang bowed his head, looked at this young man who was more than half a head shorter than himself, and smashed his mouth, let's go, since this kid has to pretend to be very compelled to compare with himself, then, if he doesn't slap this stinky boy flat and lie on the ground cleanly, maybe this thing really doesn't know how high the sky is and how thick the ground is.

"In that case, Wang will be ugly, hmm...... The portrait painted by Zhao Gongzi is Wang, since this is the case, how about Wang paint a picture himself? Wang Yang sat leisurely in front of the desk, then slipped up Zhao's big piece, put it aside, and then snapped his fingers at Master Li.

Soon, Master Li brought over the charcoal pen that Wang Yang was accustomed to using, as well as a drawing board made of thin wooden boards, and two slender brushes.

Seeing such a configuration, Zhao Ji and Na Gao Yu were a little confused, and they couldn't figure out what Wang Yang was painting or what he was doing.

"By the way, master, bring me another bronze mirror, otherwise I really won't know what I look like now." Although Wang Yang knows that he is very handsome and outrageously handsome, when he can't face his handsome face, there is no way to draw his excessively handsome face out of thin air.

A bronze mirror was quickly taken over and placed on the table, and then Wang Yang put the bronze mirror at an angle, and then held the drawing board to one side of his head, well, his perfect and handsome face happened to fall on the bronze mirror of Huang Xunxun, perfect.

Subsequently, Wang Yang first began to use charcoal to compose, at this time, Zhao Ji and Gao Yu, who were sitting opposite each other at the beginning, finally couldn't bear it, and simply walked to Wang Yang's side and sat down, and then, the face that was originally just suspicious instantly became extremely exciting.

Wang Yang's hand pinched a small piece of bamboo charcoal sandwiched between two pieces of wood, and easily and freely typed a series of gray-black on the rice paper, and gradually, the gray-black first formed a figure that made Zhao Ji and Gao Yu confused.

But as time passed, gradually, Wang Yang's face gradually revealed his true face under his pen. Then, Wang Yang began to mix charcoal pens and brushes.

Zhao Ji and Gao Yu sat precariously behind Wang Yang, their expressions were extremely shocked, and their mouths never closed, especially that Zhao Ji, as if he was reluctant to blink his eyelids, staring directly at the rice paper, staring at Wang Yang's big hand that looked extremely relaxed when staring at the dancing animation pen.

I never thought that there would be someone who could hold the pen in such a posture, and the painting of Wang Yang Wang Wushan is really ......

It's so similar, it feels as if Wang Yang has printed his face on rice paper, whether it is the eyebrows, eyes, lips, or even the shadow on the chin, it looks so real.

At the beginning, Zhao Ji, who was still bent on competing with Wang Yang in painting skills, had already thrown that idea into a corner at this moment, and looked at the increasingly realistic portraits of Wang Yang's pen with bright eyes, as if he was about to forget to breathe.

"It's a pity that this bronze mirror is not clear enough, otherwise, these shadows can still be played realistically......" In the end, after Wang Yang made two minor repairs to the painting, he put down the pen with a look of regret.

At this time, Gao Yu was already completely speechless, at first he felt that Wang Yang was actually unkind to Zhao Ji, and felt that this thing was pretending to be forced, but now it seems that this Wang Wushan is already very polite when he speaks so much.

Not to mention his poetic talent, this painting alone is enough to make Gao Yu, who thinks that he has developed his qin, chess, calligraphy and painting in an all-round way, and has been praised by Mr. Dongpo, is deeply ashamed.

"Brother Wang, oh no...... Mr. Wushan, don't you think this is good enough? At this moment, Zhao Ji's tone of voice couldn't help but be a little more respectful, and the arrogant arrogance before didn't know where to throw it.

Wang Yang didn't expect that this little fart kid was not the kind of lord who was a bear to the end and a dead duck with a hard mouth, but his demeanor and tone were very respectful at this moment.

Wang Yang's expression looked very serious and authentic. "This is nature, and for art, the pursuit is forever endless. It is precisely for this reason that people will go further and further on the path of art......"

"The art we pursue should not only be superficial, but also need to pursue its connotation and thought, not only to have the unity of image grasp and rational grasp, but also to have the unity of emotional experience and logical cognition......"

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