Chapter 134

What is a master, Wang Yang is, even if Wang Yang's painting skills are at most the level of outstanding players in the school, he can't stand people from fooling, he has a mouth that can be spoken by nature, and he has so much theoretical knowledge.

Art is the release of the spiritual world. It is the method of expressing intellectual responses in a concrete form in the real world, and so on, and various famous sayings, which directly elevate oneself to the status of a master of art theory.

At least Gao Yu and Zhao Ji are both confused, yes, although it sounds plausible, but I have to admit that what Wang Yang said seems to be very reasonable, and Wang Yang is also very good at citing from the side, not only for the art of painting in detail, but also for the art of calligraphy and architecture have their own unique opinions.

After being fooled by Wang Yang for more than half an hour, Zhao Ji and Wang Yang's perception has long since lost the competitive spirit that he had before. The more he listened to his words, the more Zhao Ji felt that Wang Yang's image became more and more tall and majestic, which was simply a beacon to the palace of art.

is like an elder mentor in front of his confused art path, or before, Zhao Ji just felt that although Wang Yang's ability and his own have a high level, the difference is not too far, and he has the heart to win.

But when he was fooled by Wang Yang, he was already deeply desperate, or like a little kid with a fart curtain who was about to go to his friend to fight a small wooden chip knife, but saw that the companion who he thought was similar to his own spitting ability was not what he imagined at all.

It was as if he had seen a tall and majestic adult cleaving the ground with a tomahawk, so he knelt down and licked it.

Zhao Ji's eyes are not just the enthusiasm of meeting a confidant or opponent before, but a kind of awe and humility that looks up to the mountains. After listening to Wang Yang's long speech, coughing, it was after an academic exposition of the nature of art.

Zhao Ji stood up, bowed to Wang Yang very respectfully, and replied very gratefully. When Zhao used to study, he once saw this sentence, which called listening to Jun's words for a while, better than reading for ten years, and originally thought it was just the exaggerated words of those who read. And today, after listening to your words, Mr. Wushan, I realized that this is true......"

Wang Yang, who had been crooked for most of the day, didn't expect that Zhao Ji would be fooled like this by himself, and he was really a little caught off guard, so he hurriedly stepped forward and helped Zhao Ji up. "I can't afford this, Zhao Gongzi please hurry up."

"No, Mr. Wushan, you really deserve it, Zhao has been fond of chess, chess, calligraphy and painting since he was a child, as if he was in calligraphy and painting, and he is quite talented, although he has worshiped many famous teachers, but these teachers are ......" Zhao Ji was very emotional.

In other words, the teachers he used to worship were indeed very good at moving, and they were all famous artists, but the problem is that a good artist does not mean that he is a good teacher.

Especially those old artists still have a unique clear and high style, when they are in a good mood, they can still point you out, when they are in a bad mood, they can raise their eyelids at most, shake their heads when they see shortcomings, and nod their heads when they see good places, and they don't squeak at all, how can people learn from their failed works?

This made Zhao Ji, who wanted to become the best artist of the Great Song Dynasty, very depressed, but he didn't expect that after coming here today, he would be able to meet Wang Yang, a master, and his exposition of the art of painting alone was like an electric current, passing through Zhao Ji's body and mind.

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Liu Yiyi twisted her slender waist and walked into Wang Yang's room, and couldn't help muttering a little complainingly. "Who is that guy, and why has he been with you for hours before leaving?"

It took almost two hours to deal with it, and then Zhao Ji, who was reluctant to stay, seemed to want to stay for dinner, and Uncle Wang, who was sent away by Gao Yu, collapsed on the couch, and said weakly. "That guy's surname is Zhao, and I don't know if it's a relative of the emperor, our distinguished guest in Yihong Mansion is the Gao Gongzi who likes Aunt Liu very much, and his attitude towards him can be described as very respectful......"

Liu Yiyi couldn't help but raise her eyebrows and smiled. "Ouch, I really didn't expect you to be able to talk to that kind of person for hours."

As Wang Yang's loyal maid, Master Li couldn't help but pout and defend his master Wang Yang, who seemed to be paralyzed in bed. "Sister Yiyi, it's not the Gao Gongzi who is chatting with my master, but the younger Zhao Gongzi who looks more noble, and that Zhao Gongzi has been so frightened by my master's talent that he almost bowed his head and bowed down."

Master Li spoke with great interest about how Wang Yangfang used his extraordinary sketches to impress those two guys. Hearing this, Liu Yiyi couldn't help but be a little stunned. "Brother Wang, you can still draw?"

"That's right, my master is very good at drawing, and he can draw exactly like a real person." Master Li seemed to be trying to prove his statement, and he was still vigorously arguing there.

After Liu Yiyi saw a few of the drawings that Master Li took out that Wang Yang had tried before, her mood was very complicated. raised his head and looked at Wang Yang, who was still lying on the couch in a state of corpse.

"I said, Brother Wang, why did you lose your amnesia so strangely, and your partiality didn't have the slightest impact on your talents."

"Who says it doesn't matter?" Wang Yang sat up lazily. "I'm not just good at that, it's just a pity that what I'm good at is really useless here."

"It's really fake, what are you good at but have no place here, you can say, the slave family may be able to find a way for you to be useful." After Liu Yiyi put down the two sketches, she threw a bundle of autumn spinach towards Wang Yang, charming and authentic.

"Can you get me an internet?" Wang Yang said angrily. Liu Yiyi was stunned for a moment, then raised her slender hand and gently slapped Wang Yang's shoulder. "You're messing around and talking nonsense all day long, do you want your aunt and grandmother to spit out a spider web for you to play?"

Sure enough, she is worthy of being a female goblin who has cultivated in Pansi Cave, but I don't know where this charming goblin can spin silk, could it be just like the one who spits from the navel and eyes in the TV?

"Hey, what do you want to do, what are you looking at with a ghostly face?" Liu Yiyi, who made Wang Yang's hot gaze soften, couldn't help but glance sideways at this rascal.

"I just want to know where you're going to spit out spider silk to weave your web." After Wang Yang sat up straight very seriously, his face was not red and his heart was not beating.

"Huh?" Liu Yiyi raised her eyebrows, looked at the goods with an unkind expression, but the old driver Wang continued with an unaware face.

"Generally speaking, spider spirits will use their navel eyes to spit silk, ouch, you woman, why are you poking my navel! ......" Before Wang Yang's words fell, he felt that his navel was hit by a yang finger, and the vital point was critically hit, and there was additional damage, and one percent of the blood was deducted per second.

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