"A group of idiots! Five or six people were even caught in the torture hall to deal with a small handyman, is this Zhuo Ke full of paste in his head!" In Feng Gongzi's mansion, Zhuo Feng had already gritted his teeth and lips, and angrily directly tore up the half-painted picture scroll in front of him. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's no wonder that he is a little excited, if this guy Zhuoke can't bear the torture and confesses himself, although he has a way to clear up the relationship, it will inevitably leave a small stain.

But even if it is a small stain, Zhuo Feng can't bear it, you know, he is one of the three major candidates for the next generation of the Zhuo family, and the slightest good external influence may affect his gentle and approachable image that he has insisted on for many years!

The irritable Zhuo Feng hurriedly took first aid measures, called a henchman and whispered: "You go and send 3,000 ink yuan to each of the arrested people's families, and let them find a way to persuade the fools inside to keep their mouths for me, which is regarded as hush money, if they dare to talk nonsense, they don't want to mess around in the Zhuo family... ＂

"Yes, Feng Shao... So what are your plans for that Zhuo Wen?" The henchman raised his head slightly and asked respectfully, in his opinion, with his master's character of retribution, he would definitely not give up if he ate this kind of deflated today.

Sure enough, as soon as his idea was implemented, he saw Zhuo Feng smile coldly: "Hmph, count him lucky, the painting contest is about to start, and the vigilance of the family will be strengthened, so it is not appropriate to do it these days, just let him be more nervous for a while, and when the competition is over, it will be his death... ＂

Hearing Zhuo Feng's words, his henchman only felt covered in cold sweat, only he knew how ruthless his master's methods were, it seemed that Zhuo Wen really angered him, and he thought about it, his master has been smooth sailing since he was a child, how could he have overturned a car and made a mistake?

At this moment, in the eyes of his henchmen, this little handyman named Zhuo Wen is probably more than lucky, unless he can pass the first level of the painting root test and become a painting boy to be concerned and protected by the family, otherwise what awaits him is definitely an unforgettable torture.

It's just that it's so easy to get into the painting boy? The henchman shook his head with a wry smile, wanting to get the top 30 seats from the 3,000 contestants, it was not a simple matter, there was only a 1 percent probability, which could almost sentence this little handyman to death...

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It is said that after Zhuo Wen got the four treasures of the study, he couldn't wait to take them out, and while his roommates had already fallen asleep, he secretly lit the lamp, ready to practice his feelings.

Spreading out the paper on the table, and using two small stones picked up from outside the door to settle in the left and right corners, Zhuo Wen began to prepare the ink with ink, inkstone, and water.

Ink and inkstone are naturally Zhuo Ya's standard set of equipment for herself, paper is the general worldly paper, the special rice paper for painters in the landscape world is ridiculously expensive, even 200 ink yuan a piece, Zhuo Wen is of course reluctant to use this kind of paper to practice, fortunately there are some worldly paper here in the dormitory, although it is not much, but it is enough for Zhuo Wen to enjoy it.

As for the water, it was obtained from a lotus pond not far away, although the effect is far from the spiritual spring, but the water associated with the lotus, the spirituality is stronger than that in the water tank, for the current Zhuo Wen to test his hands is enough, if everything is too advanced, he is not very easy to master.

The left hand holds the inkstone, and the right hand holds the spirit ingot on the inkstone that has been mixed with water and gently rotates and rubs it clockwise, and soon a bright black blooms in the clear water like flower petals, and the next moment the inkstone is completely blackened.

Seeing that the ink color was getting more and more oily and silky, Zhuo Wen felt that it was almost the same, and finally grinded half a circle, so he carefully put away the spirit ingot, and began to dip the pen in ink, not in a hurry to paint, but began to practice the lines first.

To be honest, Zhuo Wen is not very accustomed to it when he first gets started, although he made a living from painting in his previous life, but after all, he used all professional modern brushes, and there was no link to study ink and dip the pen at all. But fortunately, he has a strong understanding and quickly adapts to the skills of the brush.

I have to say that the brush in the landscape world is good, not only light, but also moderately felt, the pen is like a god in general, several lines change, it is like a fish in water, more sensitive than the previous life, Zhuo Wen can't help but be amazed, sure enough, in the end, I am gifted and smart, and I have mastered the brush painting so quickly?

Okay, since the lines are fine, let's start painting now, shall we?

It's just, what should I draw?

Birds and beasts, landscapes, flowers and plants?

Or is it a character?

"Characters... Everything was ready, and when he should have been confident, Zhuo Wen was suddenly a little confused because of the word "character".

Looking at the brush in his hand, his thoughts drifted into the distance unconsciously, to a blue planet, to a place full of red flags, and two wrinkled faces suddenly came to mind, which were the faces of his parents...

Suddenly thinking of his parents in the distance, Zhuo Wen couldn't help but sigh, his originally excited face was now full of decadence and vicissitudes.

Ay... I left in a hurry, I didn't even have time to make a phone call, and I don't know how the two of them are doing, are they sad because they learn the news of their death?

Looking up at the bright moon outside the window, the dark clouds covered and dispersed, a cold wind hit, and the desolation was even worse, this situation and this scene reminded Zhuo Wen of a poem by Mr. Su Dongpo of the previous family.

When is the bright moon?

Ask the sky for wine.

I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace.

I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable.

Dance to figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the world!?

Turn Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly.

There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye?

People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete.

I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles.

Water tune song head, when will the bright moon be ...... I didn't expect that the ancient poem I memorized when I was reading in my previous life just to cope with the teacher rhymed like this at this moment...

"Bingchen Mid-Autumn Festival, drinking Dadan, drunk, making this article, and conceiving a child by... Subconsciously reciting the often ignored preface in this poem, Zhuo Wen shook his head with a wry smile.

In fact, many people are confused by the wonderful scenery in the poem, but they don't know that this preface is the essence of the whole article, but they don't know that this simple and simple seventeen words is the artistic conception that Mr. Dongpo wants to express the most.

Who is Ziyou? That's his younger brother Su Zhe, as Dongpo said, "and pregnant with Ziyou", Dongpo did this to miss his younger brother who he hadn't seen for many years.

The poems are based on the rise of the moon and the brotherly relationship that they have not seen for many years, and the imagination revolves around the bright moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and incorporates the joys and sorrows of the world into the philosophical pursuit of life. The lyrics reflect the persistent life in the first film, and the next film asks the moon to show good life. The pen is chic, the scroll is free, the love and the scenery are integrated, the environment and the thoughts are together.

Dongpo is still pregnant with children, people are not grass and trees, why don't I Zhuowen miss my parents?

At this moment, the affection, the meaning, the scene, teach me how not to miss my relatives?

The lines are symmetrical, distinct, even the image of the protagonist holding wine and singing to the moon is simple and concise to the extreme, but it is such a work, when Zhuo Wen's last stroke fell, it was a golden light in an instant, and the dazzling light was directly transmitted from the roof, up to more than 30 zhang, almost straight to the sky, the movement was so great that it almost shook the entire Zhuo family!

"Ah!" Startled by the scene in front of him, Zhuo Wen suddenly panicked, and his hand couldn't help touching the water cup next to him, and the water suddenly poured on the drawing.

As soon as the picture was invaded by water, it immediately stained the painting, and the quality of the original paper was low, which could not bear the huge idea in the painting, the fragile table first turned into sawdust, the artistic conception was suddenly extinguished, the light disappeared, and at the last moment, the ashes of the paper smashed the floor!

A shocking painting that could have been passed down for hundreds of generations quietly disappeared from heaven and earth......

However, even so, this vision still alarmed some of the old giants who lived in seclusion.

"Instant Enlightenment! It turned out to be Instant Enlightenment! Who! Who is painting!" In the Ice Spirit Palace, the table that was concentrating on painting suddenly stared at a pair of cloudy old eyes, and he didn't have time to pay attention to how much of the freehand painting that had been made for half a month in his hand was completed, and the old claw directly held the pen a little heavier, and suddenly flew into the sky!

"What a strong painting talent gushes, what the hell is going on!" In the dark room, the great elder who was in retreat to appreciate the painting dropped the rare painting in his hand, and waved his pen on the wall, and suddenly a tall green carving broke through the wall...

"It's the second heaven-given vision, the Zhuo family is very happy! Last time, the peerless Wenbao was run away, this time I can't miss it again, the old man wants to see with his own eyes what kind of genius is painting!"

The three of them drove the painting spirit, scrambling to be the first, and the goal was pointing in the same direction, the family backyard miscellaneous courtyard!