【075】Master Qiuye

Jiang Zhengyang looked at Ye Xuan on the field resentfully: "Do you want to slap that pretending to be a coerced criminal?"

"A slap in the face?"

Duan Qingchen slapped it heavily on the table, and murderous intent loomed in his eyes: "Ben Shao wants him to live rather than die." ”

Tang Feng nodded vigorously, "You have to pull out the skin, pull out the tendons, dig out the heart, dig out the lungs, chop it into meat paste and hang it at the city gate, showing the world." ”

The three of them are all the top juniors in Yunzhou, and they were slapped in the face in front of everyone, and the family didn't know why they were not allowed to take revenge, when did the three dashio suffer such humiliation.

Malegobi, these two are perverts!

Jiang Zhengyang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and proposed:

"We have a chance to slap him in the face, isn't he a master of art? Isn't he the first person in calligraphy? Isn't he going to auction works?"

"Take this opportunity to humiliate and humiliate him. ”

Hearing this, Duan Qingchen and Tang Feng's eyes lit up.

"That's right!"

"Good idea. ”

The three of them smiled evilly and reached a strategic alliance, which once again deepened the friendship between the three plastic brothers between them.

......

However, in the noisy auction hall, no one noticed that the three figures were trembling.

Their eyes were filled with thick heat, staring at Ye Xuan on the field, like dissatisfied women.

"Is the Ninth Master going to paint?"

"There has been no collection of Jiu Ye's new works in the castle for more than a hundred years!"

"Don't rob me of it, I'm going to decide on the painting of the Ninth Master. ”

"Phew, I decided to take out all my family property and buy the painting of the Ninth Master. ”

For others, the most precious thing in this auction is the immortal soup water that is passed down to the gods, but for the people of Jiuxuan Castle, the most precious thing is everything about Jiu Ye.

Ye Xuan stood with a pen in his hand, and there was a four-foot rice paper in front of him.

On the stage, several masters stared with bated breath.

Offstage, all the cameras were pointed at Ye Xuan, and all the audience were staring at the big screen.

"I'd like to see what you're capable of. Su Mobai's eyes were red, staring at the screen.

He still doesn't believe that a high school student can have such great artistic attainments?

Ye Xuan shook his head, and suddenly said with some regret: "It's a pity, such a good pen and ink, but there is no good wine, after all, there is less fun." ”

"Yes, yes, a few old guys, the creation of the family teacher must be accompanied by good wine. ”

Dong Li slapped his forehead and remembered that after Ye Xuan drank wine last time, he seemed to have changed as a different person, and he created a calligraphy calligraphy that was unparalleled in the world in a moment.

After Zhou Xianlin was silent for a few seconds, he said with some sadness:

"Ye Xiaoyou, I have fifty years of peach blossom brewing here, the temperature of the wine is just right at the moment, if you drink it, even if I respect you, if you can't make it, you should be rewarded with old decay. ”

His words were neither angry nor angry, but the meaning was self-evident.

He was still full of doubts about Ye Xuan.

"Peach blossom brewing, hurry!

Ye Xuan took a sip and was addicted, the last time he drank this kind of wine was with Tang Bohu hundreds of years ago, and the wine had a faint taste of the old man.

At this moment, Ye Xuan had already begun to start writing, and countless ink droplets blended on the four-foot fully open rice paper.

His hands are very fast, and he pays attention to painting in one go, and he has been reincarnated in the ninth generation, and he has already integrated calligraphy and painting into his blood.

Mortals live less than a hundred years.

No matter how hard he works, no matter how talented he is, how can he have the qualifications to compete with him?

He has realized that he has been painting for thousands of years, traversing the east and west, looking at the past and the present, and has already stood at the pinnacle of human history.

The difference between immortals and mortals is like cloud mud.

Ye Xuannai is a celestial venerable, but also above the immortals, born in chaos, crisscrossing the wilderness, proud of the past and the present.

His technique is so skilful that it's like dancing on a painting.

Painting Chinese painting is intended to be done in one go, and what is particular is such an indomitable momentum.

In a moment, the water pavilion, thousands of miles of smoke waves, and twilight haze jumped on the paper one by one, vividly, as if it were real.

Zhou Xianlin was originally looking condescendingly from a distance, but after seeing Ye Xuan's paintings, his eyes instantly straightened, and he ran behind Ye Xuan, staring, and couldn't believe it:

"It's... This... The lines are no less than the 'Goddess Flying Map' in the murals of Yongle Palace. ”

There are many miraculous things in the ancient murals, such as more than ten meters long lines, which are completed with one stroke, which seems like a miracle today.

However, at this moment, Ye Xuan's lines are even more shocking than the ancient art masters.

Every line floats out of the painting like a fly, making people want to bow and worship.

And every detail in the painting is almost perfect, everyone looked at the painting, and then looked at the surrounding scenery, and after a while, just like Zhuang Zhou's dream butterfly, they couldn't tell whether they were in the painting or outside the painting.

"Cow break!"

Wang Daqian was deeply shocked and couldn't help blurting out.

He is a calligrapher and painter, and Ye Xuan's painting is unique enough to start a sect.

This scene, through real-time broadcasting, was all presented on the big screen, and everyone in the audience could see it clearly.

A young rich man recorded Ye Xuan's painting process and posted it on a short video platform, and within five minutes, he received 5,000 likes.

“666666！”

“666666 ＋1！！”

"Strong, this is too strong!"

Su Mobai's face was very ugly, he was not only defeated, but also not only beaten by others, or pressed on the ground, the biggest failure was that he worked hard for fifteen years, thinking that he was very good, only today did he realize that he was a joke.

"Defeated, defeated, really defeated!"

Chu Jiangchuan had long known that this would be the effect, but he didn't expect that Ye Xuan was not only super skilled in calligraphy, but also unparalleled in painting.

The pen falls into the storm, and the pen is like a god.

It takes about a cup of tea to create a stunning work.

At this moment, Ye Xuan stood up, contemplating his eyebrows, everyone's eyes were dull, looking at this masterpiece, stunned.

Suddenly, Ye Xuan twisted the tip of the brush and moved again, and in a moment a few lines of chic font jumped on the paper.

The water is shining and the sun is good,

The mountains are empty and rainy.

If you want to compare the West Lake to the West,

Light makeup is always suitable.

In just twenty-eight words, it seems to carry the smoke and rain of the West Lake, leaving people and resentments, through the paper, rushing to the face, and really writing the joys and sorrows of the world.

Lin Tianshou, who was ninety years old, cried excitedly: "Genius!

"To be able to see the pinnacle of calligraphy and painting before dying, there is nothing else to ask for in this life. ”

"Heaven does not give birth to Master Ye, and calligraphy is as eternal as a long night. ”

"These paintings and calligraphy are the treasures of the country and can be passed down for thousands of years. ”

"The way of calligraphy is holy, the way of painting is the most godly, Master Ye is worshiped by me!"

Huang Baishi, Wang Daqian, Zhang Lanting, Lin Tianshou, their eyes were full of flames!

It's so exciting.

Suddenly, Zhou Xianlin's expression changed, his eyes were like torches, and he walked in front of Ye Xuan step by step.

With a "poof", he fell to his knees.

"Ask Master Ye to take me as an apprentice. ”

Immediately afterwards, Wang Daqian knelt down: "Ask Master Ye to accept me as an apprentice." ”

Zhang Lanting knelt down: "Ask Master Ye to accept me as an apprentice." ”

Huang Baishi knelt down: "Ask Master Ye to accept me as an apprentice." ”

The ninety-year-old Lin Tianshou trembled and held on to his crutches and bowed to the ground: "Ask Master Ye to accept me as an apprentice." ”

(End of chapter)