[516] Miracles

"Old and decayed, it is really a blessing to see Professor Ye's young talents. ”

Feng Daozi said with his hands clenched into fists, with a warm smile on the corner of his mouth, like a gentle and mellow piece of ancient jade.

Ye Xuan hadn't heard of Feng Daozi's name, but seeing that the other party was so polite, he also smiled and punched back.

He is a reasonable person, people respect one foot, and return him ten inches, if he is like the great monk Ke Nan, he comes up with anger, then he will never be polite.

"Professor Ye, the literary brilliance is flying, and the old decay admires it very much!"

Feng Daozi stood with his hands in his hands, exuding an elegant demeanor on his body, he looked at Ye Xuan, his eyes flashed with stars, and finally chanted aloud:

"Since ancient times, no one has died, leaving Dan to take care of his sweat. ”

"Count the romantic characters, and look at the present day!"

When he finished chanting, his eyes danced with a light of worship:

"I have to say that Mr. Ye's writing is extraordinary, which makes people finish reciting, their blood is boiling, and they are amazed!"

Feng Daozi's voice was full of admiration, but when he said this, he suddenly changed his words and looked at Ye Xuan, with a little more arrogance in his eyes.

"Has Mr. Ye ever said that he is proficient in poetry and songs, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting?"

I heard the wind and asked.

The students in the audience were all shocked and turned their heads to each other.

Master Feng Daozi is the president of the Chinese Painting and Calligraphy Association, and his Chinese paintings are collected in major art galleries and museums, and he himself is considered to be the most artistic genius of the 20th century. ”

"That's right, Master Feng Daozi is a national treasure-level art master, a painting genius, Ye Xuan dared to say in front of him that he was proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and he was going to be finished. ”

"Alas, although Professor Ye is extraordinary, this bragging problem has not changed, and after being caught, his reputation is ruined. ”

Many classmates couldn't help but worry that Ye Xuan was coming, but there were also some people who strongly supported Ye Xuan, most of whom were girls.

"Phew! Who said that Professor Ye would lose? Do you know what it means to have talented people from all over the country, and each has been leading the way for hundreds of years? Although Master Feng Daozi is powerful, Professor Ye is not bad, maybe Professor Ye can win!"

"Yes, Professor Ye is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, I support Professor Ye and support him. ”

Although there were people who supported Ye Xuan, the voice of support was quickly drowned out.

"Phew, Chinese painting is not oil painting, Chinese painting is the most charming, a young man does not have decades of hard work, can not grasp the essence of Chinese painting at all!"

"That's right, Mr. Xu Qinsong, the president of the Imperial Academy of Fine Arts, once said, 'Chinese painting is an art of old age, and it can only be called a hall after the age of 60. He also said, 'Don't worry, young people, I'm 63 years old and I've just crossed this threshold.' Listen, he only entered the threshold at the age of 63, how old is Ye Xuancai, even if he understands Chinese painting, it is the level of entry. ”

In short, there is a lot of gossip, there is everything, and most of them are not optimistic about Ye Xuan, especially those master-level figures in the front row, seeing that Feng Daozi is coming out, there is a light smile on the corner of his mouth.

They can wait for Ye Xuan to make a fool of himself!

It's not good, young man, to be too arrogant!

Are you proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting? Do you really think you are a fairy?

Everyone expressed their opinions, but there was a pair of beautiful eyes from beginning to end, staring at Ye Xuan's handsome face, the owner of the beautiful eyes was a beautiful and bubbling girl, her lips were tightly pursed, and she didn't say a word.

Su Xiaoli tugged at her sleeve and said nervously, "Xiao Shi, do you think Professor Ye will win?"

Shi Yibing asked rhetorically, "What do you think?"

Su Xiaoli thought for a moment and said, "I hope Professor Ye wins, but Master Feng Daozi's work is really powerful, Professor Ye wants to win, unless there is a miracle." ”

"Perhaps......"

Su Xiaoli was stunned, not knowing what she meant by "maybe"?

Shi Yibing bit his lip, stared at Ye Xuan, and muttered with his lips: "Maybe there is really a miracle?"

Ye Xuan didn't pay attention to the reaction of everyone in the audience at all, but shook his head:

"I've never said anything like that!"

Hearing this, Feng Daozi was stunned for a moment, and asked again: "You really haven't said that you are proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting?"

"I didn't say it. Ye Xuan shook his head, very sure.

"Could it be that there are rumors and rumors?" muttered to himself.

When the others heard Ye Xuan's words, their faces softened a lot.

"I'll just say, how could Professor Ye say such brainless words. ”

"Yes, Professor Ye is also a cultural person!

"That's right, now, there are really rumors that almost ruined Professor Ye's reputation!"

"It's so hateful, I knew that Professor Ye couldn't say such arrogant things!!"

Everyone talked about it, and those master-level figures in the front row were also quite satisfied when they heard Ye Xuan's denial.

For them, it is to teach Ye Xuan how to be a person, young people, don't be too open-mouthed and arrogant.

Now that Ye Xuandu has denied it, they are satisfied.

Just when everyone was breathing a sigh of relief, Ye Xuan suddenly said an earth-shattering sentence:

"I've never spoken, I'm proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting!"

"I only said that if I am the second in terms of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, who would dare to call it the first?"

As he spoke, Ye Xuan's gaze swept over the dozen or so masters of art in various fields present, and smiled faintly:

"I'm sorry, when it comes to art, everyone here is rubbish. ”

"Boom!"

Blown up!

Everyone only felt that their brains were "buzzing" and began to spin around.

There were more than a dozen art masters in the front row, their faces were pale and pale, and they couldn't wait to rush up and beat Ye Xuan violently, just now they said that you have changed sex, and you are panting into the sky!

Kick your nose in the face, shame on your face, there is a 90-year-old art master, covering his chest, almost so angry that he has a heart attack.

The students in the back row looked at Ye Xuan in a daze, dumbfounded.

"This Nima, what's the situation? Professor Ye is brain-dead, how could he say such brainless words!!

"I'll go, there's a hole in my brain, and the identification is complete. ”

"Professor Ye is crazy, call 120. ”

"Professor Ye, Professor Ye, you are simply going to heaven!"

"Drag! It's so dragged!!"

Hearing Ye Xuan's words, everyone was speechless, looking at Ye Xuan like a fool.

"Good!"

Feng Daozi's eyes were like torches, and he locked Ye Xuan tightly: "I'll just say, Professor Ye's newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, how can he retreat, since Professor Ye is not afraid, then let's compare." ”

"Good!" Ye Xuan was fearless.

Soon, the stage was filled with high-quality rice paper, the four treasures of the study, and paints.

"Professor Ye, let's compare who is better at drawing. ”

"I don't need to compare, I must be good at drawing. Ye Xuan shook his head:

"I think you're good, and I don't want to hit you. ”

His tone also softened, indeed, although Feng Daozi wanted to challenge him, his tone was still very modest, quite a master's demeanor, and Ye Xuan was still very gentle towards such a person.

Hearing Ye Xuan's words, Feng Daozi laughed.

Laughter echoed throughout the hall.

"It's the first time I've heard someone talk to me in the 50 years of the old painting world, it's really interesting!"

"Professor Ye is so confident, but the old man is looking forward to competing with you even more. ”

Ye Xuan nodded: "You are really good, then I will only use one layer of painting skills, so as not to hit you too much." ”

"Poof!"

Feng Daozi couldn't help but laugh, and his eyes were also full of smiling meaning: "Professor Ye, even if you paint, you can be hit by you, count me as losing." ”

Ye Xuan shook his head: "Do you know the finishing touch?"

Finishing touch?

Feng Daozi was stunned for a moment and said, "You mean the story of Zhang Sengqiu?"

"Not bad. Ye Xuan rubbed his forehead.

In the Liang Dynasty during the Northern and Southern Dynasties, there was a very famous great painter named Zhang Seng Xuan, whose painting skills were very superb. At that time, Emperor Wu of Liang believed in Buddhism and built many temples that allowed him to paint.

One day, Zhang Seng Miao painted four dragons on the wall of Jinling Anle Temple, but did not draw the eyes, he often said: "The dragon flew away after clicking on the eyes." ”

People thought it was ridiculous, so they clicked on one of the dragons.

After a while, thunder and lightning broke the wall, and the dragon flew into the sky on the clouds, and the dragons that were not spotted were there.

So the allusion of "finishing touch" has been handed down.

Everyone thinks that's nonsense!

Therefore, later, the "finishing touch" was used as a metaphor for speaking and writing articles, and one or two epigrams were used to point out the gist in key places, so as to make the content more expressive and powerful.

On the contrary, everyone forgot that in this allusion, Zhang Seng Miao was brilliant and vivid.

Ye Xuan frowned and said seriously: "My painting is like the finishing touch, which can turn dead things into living things. ”

His voice was cold, with a sense of arrogance.

This is the arrogance of standing at the pinnacle of art and despising the people of the world.

He was apprenticed to two apprentices, one was known as the magic brush Ma Liang, and the other was the protagonist of "the finishing touch" Zhang Sengqiu, these two only learned one-tenth of his painting skills, and they were considered myths by the world, nonsense, which shows how expressive his painting memory is.

After listening to Ye Xuan's words, Feng Daozi didn't know what to say.

It's over!

It's really over!!

There's a limit to bragging!

If you blow like this, no matter how good my cultivation is, I can't stand it.

Helpless, Feng Daozi had no choice but to roll his eyes, look at Ye Xuan, and spread his hands and said, "Professor Ye, please." ”

Ye Xuan nodded, and the two of them each stood in front of their rice paper.

Ye Xuan stared at the rice paper, thinking about what to draw and write.

Painting is an art, and it is also a way to vent one's heart, so laymen look at the surface, and insiders look at their mood through the picture.

He suddenly raised his head, looked through the window, and looked at the few peach trees in full bloom outside, and a thick longing rippled in his heart.

Suddenly, the image of a woman appeared in his heart, this ninth life, he has always lived for this person!

Gradually, there was a mist in the eyes.

Everyone in the hall held their breath, waiting for the two of them to paint.

Ye Xuan stretched out his hand and wiped his eyes, then walked to the desk, picked up the brush and waved it on the paper, he wanted to keep the beautiful woman in his heart forever.

This painting Ye Xuan painted for more than half an hour, without a pause in the middle of the coloring and inking, after the painting Ye Xuan wrote a Sauvignon Blanc on the left side of the scroll

"I can't sleep at night, and I have nowhere to hide my thoughts. Thinking of relatives, who can tell the sky, the past and the present are separated by a hundred years. ”

Then, Ye Xuan threw the brush in his hand, stared at the portrait he had drawn, there was no speech for a long time, some were just sad, two thousand five hundred years ago, I still remember the old people!

And Ye Xuan was completely immersed in his own art, and he didn't pay attention to the wind tunnel on the side at all.

The art of painting is about water drops and stones, and water grinding work.

Like Feng Daozi, he learned painting at the age of six, practiced Sanjiu in winter, practiced Sanfu in summer, practiced hard for 50 years, coupled with amazing talent, and with his rich family background, he invited countless famous people to teach him by word and deed, so he has today's level.

Chinese painting is about "having a bamboo", that is, there are hills and ravines in the chest, and the pen is like a god.

At this moment, he is painting a landscape, and he has painted it before, and this depiction is very familiar and can be done in one go.

After a while, a landscape painting fell on the end of the paper, in the distance is the green mountains, the strange rocks are craggy nearby, a pine and cypress are rooted, on the sparkling lake, a flat boat, a woman in a green shirt, the eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, and the smile is full.

As soon as he finished painting, he threw the brush into the pen holder, took another trumpet, dipped it in ink, and swung it in the upper right corner of the painting.

"Try Luo Shang under the small peach branch, and the butterfly powder bucket is fragrant. The jade wheel flattened the grass, and half of the face was annoyed with red makeup.

The wind is warm, the day is long, and the poplars are weeping. A pair of dancing swallows, 10,000 flying flowers, full of sunset. ”

Although his calligraphy achievements are not as high as painting, he is also a grandmaster-level figure, and this poem is written with a leisurely aftertaste.

In the audience, several masters who have been paying attention to the wind tunnel, saw this work, saw this poem, and exclaimed:

"It's so drawn!"

"Worthy of a master!"

"A national treasure-level art master, I'm afraid that this work will be auctioned for less than 100 million!"

"What's more, 100 million is not enough!"

Everyone's eyes were focused on this painting, but no one looked at Ye Xuan, everyone was praising how powerful this painting was, and instinctively ignored Ye Xuan.

And Ye Xuan didn't pay attention to the state of the people around him at all, he was just looking at the work in front of him and fell into contemplation.

After the wind tunnel was finished, he put down the brush and nodded in satisfaction.

The painting is almost flawless.

He wanted to see how Ye Xuan's painting was, so he walked over, and when he saw Ye Xuan's painting, he was stunned.

He didn't pay attention to Ye Xuan's expression at this moment, all his thoughts were attracted by the painting in front of him, if the previous painting shocked him, then this painting made him feel completely incredible. He looked at the woman in the painting blankly, only to feel that it was not a painting, but a real person, a twenty-year-old girl in yellow clothes jumped on the paper, although her face looked like a girl, she had an unusually mature charm, and a straight smile at the corner of her mouth and bright eyes revealed a boldness that made the man ashamed of himself. Looking at the lines in the painting is particularly realistic, the folds on the clothes make him wonder if it is a piece of clothing spread on the drawing paper, and his unconscious hand slowly stretches out to the scroll, ready to verify what he thinks.