You Jia quickly went to fetch the four treasures of the study.

The pen is a well-known lake pen, the pen of wolf hair, sheep hair, and other materials are readily available; the ink is the well-known Huizhou ink, and the faint ink fragrance refreshes people's hearts; the paper is the rice paper produced in Jing County, Anhui Province, the paper is delicate, and it is a good product; the inkstone is also a well-known end inkstone, the shape is simple and elegant, and it can be called a good work of art.

You Jia personally spread the rice paper on the desk for Zhang Wenzhong, and used a white jade rabbit paperweight to flatten the rice paper, and then personally polished the ink for Zhang Wenzhong. Because Old Man You also likes to write and draw when he is fine, You Jia has already mastered the method of grinding ink, and now he sharpens the ink, with a beautiful posture and moderate strength.

While You Jia was grinding ink, Zhang Wenzhong stood next to the desk, closing his eyes and thinking in his heart.

You Jia was grinding ink, while peeking at Zhang Wenzhong, and when he kept secretly scolding the elm pimple, he couldn't help but guess curiously what he would draw.

With an ordinary book background, and at the same time knows how to draw, such a person who is called a 'ghost god' and a 'genius' by Zhou Wenbin, if he wants to make money or become famous, he is afraid that he will already be famous, right?

You Jia was grinding the ink while thinking nonsense.

Just when You Jia polished the ink and was about to remind Zhang Wenzhong, Zhang Wenzhong opened his eyes suddenly, and a dazzling light flashed in his eyes.

You Jia was taken aback, but Zhou Wenbin and Old Man You next to him raised their eyebrows.

When Chinese paint, they pay attention to a pen with a sense of preserving the pen first, and make the pen with qi. Zhang Wenzhong at this moment is undoubtedly in line with this situation.

I saw Zhang Wenzhong stretch out his hand and grab a brush on the pen stand, dip it twice in the inkstone, and the pen wandered on this rice paper and began to paint.

As the so-called connoisseur makes a move, he will know if there is one. Just when Zhang Wenzhong put down his pen, Zhou Wenbin saw that his painting skills were extraordinary. Because Zhang Wenzhong used his luck to write, the pen followed the air, the pen was born, and the pen was proud, and his genius naturally overflowed between intentional and unintentional.

You Jia next to him, looking at Zhang Wenzhong's confident smile and engrossed in painting, couldn't help but feel a little crazy.

Not only You Jia is stupid, but Zhou Wenbin and Old Man You are also stupid. However, You Jia is obsessed with Zhang Wenzhong, and Zhou Wenbin and Old Man You are obsessed with his painting method.

Zhang Wenzhong's movements when painting are as natural as flowing clouds, and there is no pretentiousness between gestures. Every movement of his life, and even every demeanor, has a sense of beauty that has just been built. Suddenly, in the eyes of Zhou Wenbin and Old Man You, Zhang Wenzhong was not painting at all, but dancing with a sword, singing with emotion.

Looking at Zhang Wenzhong's swaying and painting movements, Zhou Wenbin couldn't help but sing Du Fu's "Sword Weapon Xing" softly: "In the past, there was a beautiful woman Gongsun, and a sword dance moved in all directions. The spectators are depressed like mountains, and the heavens and the earth are low for a long time. Huo Ruyi shot nine sunsets, like a group of emperors and dragons. Come like thunder to collect anger, like the river and the sea condensing the light......"

Gradually, as Zhang Wenzhong's painting came to an end, Zhou Wenbin's mouth turned over and over, and only one sentence remained: "Count the romantic characters, and look at the present dynasty." Look at the present day......"

Although Zhang Wenzhong's painting has not yet been completely completed, Zhou Wenbin, who couldn't hold back his curiosity, still walked lightly behind Zhang Wenzhong, stretched his neck, and looked at the rice paper spread on the desk. At this moment, he didn't even dare to have more atmosphere, for fear that it would affect Zhang Wenzhong's painting.

Zhang Wenzhong painted a picture of a person.

In the picture, a white-bearded, sturdy old man is standing on the top of a towering mountain, looking into the distance.

The old man in the painting is full of life, and the expression on his face is particularly detailed. It's just that I don't know why, Zhang Wenzhong didn't give the old man in the painting a double eye. But even so, Zhou Wenbin still saw at a glance that the old man in this painting who climbed high and overlooked the distance was the old man You who was sitting in a wheelchair next to him.

Zhang Wenzhong's figure painting uses a completely new painting method. This kind of painting method was created by Zhang Wenzhong in the long years, after integrating the essence of the painting methods of the painters who are good at painting figures in the past generations, and the atmosphere of observing heaven and earth. The characters drawn in this way are lifelike and truly impressive. At the same time, because of Zhang Wenzhong's perception of 'Tao', the characters in the painting have a faint and unique fairy spirit.

Such a magical way of painting, such a magical painting, is really unprecedented and unprecedented!

Soon, Zhang Wenzhong completed the last stroke, and in the blank space of this painting, he wrote the eight strong characters of 'Lao Ji Fu Fang, aiming for a thousand miles'.

Then, Zhang Wenzhong put the brush in his hand back on the pen holder.

But for some reason, after the painting was completed, he still didn't put his eyes on the characters in the painting.

"Is that the end of the picture? You haven't put your eyes on it yet. Zhou Wenbin saw that Zhang Wenzhong had the intention of stopping, so he hurriedly grabbed him and pointed to the old man in the painting and reminded. He also thought that Zhang Wenzhong had forgotten to put the finishing touches to the old man in the painting.

"Do you really want me to put eyes on it?" Zhang Wenzhong didn't rush to put his eyes on, but asked out of words. However, it was not Zhou Wenbin who he asked, but Old Man You.

"Click!" Old Man You and Zhou Wenbin said in unison. If you don't put your eyes on the people in the painting, the painting will be incomplete, no matter how good it is, and it will undoubtedly be a pity. And after seeing Zhang Wenzhong's magical painting skills, Old Man You and Zhou Wenbin don't want to leave any regrets. What's more, they can't wait to know what kind of amazing changes will happen to the old man in this painting after his eyes are lit.

"Alright then, I'll give it a second look. Zhang Wenzhong nodded in response, raised his hand and lifted the brush on the pen stand, and lightly nodded two points on the old man's face in the painting.

A pair of bright and agile eyes suddenly appeared on the face of the old man in the painting.

The people who had already gathered around the desk suddenly appeared, and the old man in the painting seemed to have gained life after the eyes were clicked.

"This ...... The old man in this painting...... Zhou Wenbin's eyes widened in shock, his mouth opened wide, and he couldn't say a word for a long time. The two nurses next to him, for fear that he would faint again because of excessive surprise, hurriedly wanted to take him away, but he waved his hand and refused. At the same time, in his mouth, he was still muttering vigorously: "Don't worry, I won't faint, I will never faint until I have seen this painting......"

You Chaolin looked down at the characters in the painting, and then looked up at the old man You outside the painting, and couldn't help but exclaim: "Oh my God, there are two living old men in and out of the painting......

"The finishing touch...... This is the finishing touch of the legendary Zhang Sengqiu...... It turns out that in this world, there really is such a magical painting technique! It turns out that a painting can really have life! The ancients were honest and did not deceive me! Honest and honest, I was not deceived ......" Old Man You couldn't help but sigh with a slap on his legs. was stunned and hit a pair of thighs red, and he didn't realize it, and he continued to beat it non-stop.

"This painting is indeed a rarity. But how can the old man in this painting have sound legs......" You Chaogui's words stopped abruptly, and glanced at Old Man You, for fear that the words he said unintentionally just now would hurt his heart. You must know that in the You family, Old Man You's legs are their taboo. Because of Old Man You's legs, after being diagnosed by many experts at home and abroad, they were ultimately helpless. So they rarely mention things about his legs in front of Old Man You.

But now, in Zhang Wenzhong's painting, Old Man You's legs are sound.

You Chaogui's words immediately attracted the attention of everyone present.

Yes, the old man You in this painting, whether it is appearance, shape, dress, or even demeanor, is the same as the old man You at this moment, which can be called vivid. But it is the old man You in this painting, not only is his legs not paralyzed, but he still stands proudly on the top of the mountain.

Everyone's brows were all furrowed, and everyone was silent. At this moment, the atmosphere became dull and strange.

Everyone's eyes were on Zhang Wenzhong, both inadvertently and inadvertently. They are all speculating, what does Zhang Wenzhong mean by painting Old Man You's legs sound?

Was it an unintentional mistake, or was it deliberate?

Everyone is waiting for Zhang Wenzhong to uncover this mystery.

At this time, Zhang Wenzhong turned around, smiled at Old Man You, and said something that made everyone's hearts jump: "I can make you stand up again!"