The art of Danqing?

Wang He's eyes couldn't help shrinking, he swore that he had heard correctly, what Wang Ai said just now was indeed "Danqing" and not "Shentu......

According to the introduction of his father Wang Zhongshu, the art of Danqing is divided into two major gates, and Shen Tu is only one of them.

What does this mean......

"What a daze, silly boy!"

Wang Ai scolded with a smile: "The master passed on your mastery that this mastery is enough for you to understand for a lifetime!" ”

"It's nothing, sir!"

Although he was a little happy when he learned that the old man was willing to pass on the art of Danqing, he ...... He didn't know if he still had the confidence to draw.

"I'm just worried about whether I have the confidence to draw ...... well," Wang said.

"I think you're quite talented!"

Wang Ai took out the half-painted painting that Wang He had drawn before from his jacket pocket and said, "If the brushwork on this is not a person with more than ten years of skills, then it can only be said to be a genius!" ”

"And genius is not nothing! Wu Daozi in the Danqing Gate is such an existence. ”

Wang Ai looked at Wang and said: "That Wu Daozi, who was called the saint of painting by later generations, the existence of 'three hundred miles of Jialing River painted every day', tsk! How many people in the entire Danqing Gate can do it now? ”

"Okay, the master won't put pressure on you! Come with the master! ”

Wang Ai took Wang He to the study and said: "Although the two courses of 'Shen Tu' and 'Secret Painting' have the same origin, they specialize in different directions, such as themes and techniques!" ”

After that, Wang Ai put the crutch to the side, and I don't know where to take out a wolf pen covered in golden light, and the pen shaft was inlaid with white jade, and began to teach Wang He the art of danqing.

……

It's not that Wang doesn't know how to paint Chinese paintings, and he knows a lot of basic knowledge, after all, this is something that has been passed down by thousands of ancestors from his ancestors.

Therefore, the learning progress of the grandfather and grandson is also very fast.

In the blink of an eye, the time came to the second year.

On this day, when Wang Ai sat next to Wang He and watched Wang He sketch a Sanqing portrait on rice paper one by one, he shook his head.

"That's it! Come here today, your hands are already shaking......"

After Wang Ai put the teacup in his hand on the table, he picked up his crutches, walked to Wang He's side step by step, looked at Wang He's works, and asked: "He'er, my grandfather has always been curious, why are you always not confident in yourself?" ”

"I've watched you several times, and I see that every time you draw, you get a lot of thoughts......"

"When you are painting, you should pay attention to your whole body, let your spirit be highly concentrated, and abandon distracting thoughts! The pen is natural. ”

"I'm sorry, sir!" The king bowed his head and confessed.

"You......"

Wang Ai shook his head, it stands to reason that his great-grandson has a talent for painting, and he learns techniques very quickly, and even sometimes he can roughly realize some without deliberately teaching.

But the biggest problem is that you can't perfectly display what you have mastered, which is outrageous.

"That's it, you've been sketching for so long today, and you're probably tired......"

Wang Ai looked at the dripping light rain outside the house and said, "You go back and rest first!" ”

"Yes!"

After putting away the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, Wang He was about to leave Wang Ai's study, but when he just walked to the door, he collided head-on with Uncle Dong, the chief butler of the Wang family.

"I'm sorry, Wang Shao! Is the old man in there, please? After Uncle Dong was grabbed by Wang He, he asked nervously.

"In! The grandfather is in the house. ”

Wang He noticed Uncle Dong's panicked look, but he didn't say anything more.

He is still too young, and it is not his turn to meddle in the family's affairs.

So, Wang He gave up a position and let Uncle Dong come in first.

"Old man, something happened!" Uncle Dong said.

"Don't panic!"

After Wang Ai gently put down the teacup, "Say something slowly!" ”

"There's something wrong in the northwest!"

Uncle Dong adjusted his breathing and said word by word: "Just ...... just now"

Northwest, northwest Sichuan and Qinghai border.

Sou! Sou! Sou!

A short figure braved the rain to weave through the jungle, and dozens of people followed him!

"Yang Lie! Your Tang Sect's Dan Devour is fake! ”

One of the old men with an inch of hair complained: "Didn't you tell me that he Zhang Huaiyi was hit by Dan Swallow, why can he still be alive?" ”

Chasing in front, the old man with long white hair was also holding back his anger at the moment, and he said angrily: "The surname Du, use your rotten brain, this big-eared thief is the founder of the Qi body stream!" ”

To be honest, this is the first time Yang Lie has missed in so many years, and he never thought that he would be alive even though he had already been hit by Dan Eat.

Seeing the group chasing them into the jungle, Yang Lie felt bad and threw out three poisonous needles with his backhand!

Sou! Sou! Sou!

These three poisonous needles drew three black rays of light in the rain scene, and shot towards Zhang Huaiyi at the front like a meteor.

As if noticing the danger from behind him, Zhang Huaiyi's eyes flicked back slightly, and three earthworm-like currents appeared in the palm of his right hand......

Seeing that the poisonous needle was about to stab Zhang Huaiyi, suddenly the three electric currents that were originally as small as earthworms turned into three dazzling thunderbolts at this moment, roaring towards the poisonous needles.

Laugh at!

The next moment, those three black streamers were suddenly swallowed up by these three dazzling white lights.

"Grandma! It's the Thunder Law of the Heavenly Master's Mansion again! ”

The old man who came to the Natural Gate took a sip and said, "Lao Li, it's now!" ”

Bang!

A bang came, and a black shadow suddenly appeared on Zhang Huaiyi's upper right, and before everyone could see who it was, a large ball of Qi condensed on the right hand of the black shadow and smashed towards Zhang Huaiyi.

Seeing that this punch was about to hit Zhang Huaiyi, Zhang Huaiyi seemed to have expected it, and two golden qi like arms suddenly appeared behind him, and suddenly hit the black shadow.

Rumble!

A loud bang was heard, and the deafening sound instantly spread out in all directions with a shockwave......

"Killed?"

The people who were chasing also stopped at this time, some standing on the ground, some standing on the tall branches.

Everyone stared at the huge cloud of smoke and dust, and the expressions on their faces were extremely solemn.

"Killed? No kidding! If it was so easy to kill this big-eared thief, how could he have made such a sacrifice decades ago! Yang Lie took a sip.

There is nothing wrong with this, many old people nodded, thinking that there were so many brothers and sisters when they worshiped together, how many are left now?

What now?

With so many sects combined, only a dozen old men have been sent, so think about how high this battle loss rate is.

Call!

A strong air pressure suddenly burst out of the smoke, and with the help of the rain, the smoke and dust were quickly dispersed......

At this moment, Zhang Huaiyi clasped the Adam's apple of the old man surnamed Li with his right hand, looked at the old guys around him and said, "Hehe, it seems that I have really attracted a lot of people when I came out this time......