"White painting?"

Yang Yi was slightly stunned, "You are a rising star in the calligraphy and painting sect, this treasure of Jin Xuangan should be of no use to you people, why do you bother to wade into this troubled water?"

Bai Zihua said with a smile: "Brother Yang misunderstood, the younger brother is just happy to see the hunt, and he is definitely not greedy for any treasure cheats." I just want to see Brother Yang's peerless demeanor. He held up the brush in his hand, "It's the first time I've seen Brother Yang today, so I have to give you some gifts." ”

Bai Zihua held the pen and asked, "Is there a large piece of paper?" Bai will not be able to do anything else, a little rough calligraphy and painting, I will draw a picture in a hundred years and give it to Brother Yang." ”

Yang Yi laughed, "It turns out that Brother Bai is so elegant! Pick jade, get a few big pieces of paper for Brother Bai!"

There was not much time, Gu Caiyu took out a few pieces of white jade paper from the study, this white jade paper is made of Dingzhou white jade tree pulping, moisture-proof and insect-proof, extremely tough and soft, it is an excellent thing for writing books and paintings.

Bai Zihua spread the four-foot-long white jade paper on the big table, and smiled at Yang Yi: "Brother Yang, the younger brother passed by Fulong Temple a few days ago, and I wanted to enter the temple to have a visit, but I didn't expect that the holy land of martial arts, the thousand-year-old temple turned into a ruin, which is really amazing." When wandering in the middle of the night, I thought about the dragon descending Arhat and thinking about the Zen master's finger descending the dragon, how amazing it was, so I wanted to make a picture of the holy monk descending the dragon, and I didn't have an eyebrow until today. ”

He pointed to the paper on the table with a pen and said with a smile: "Forgive my little brother for being tricky!"

The big pen in his hand suddenly pulled, a curve has appeared, and it is a turn, the body of a dragon is half in an instant, and then continue to pull the line, the tip of the pen does not leave the paper for a moment, and after a while, the appearance of a dragon has taken shape, and the speed of painting is so fast, it is really rare to hear of.

This person started to paint, it turned out to be in one go, the brush stroke did not stop, and all the images were pulled by a line, which was the first time in the history of calligraphy and painting.

Gu Caiyu couldn't help but be very curious when he saw that one of his brushes was dancing endlessly on the white jade paper, half of the paper was drawn, and the brush did not look dry.

Yang Yi saw that her eyes were full of inquiry, and said with a smile: "Look carefully at his pen." ”

Gu Caiyu was prompted by Yang Yi, and looked carefully at the brush in Bai Zihua's hand, only to see that there were faint wisps of white gas in the air slowly pouring into the barrel of the pen.

Gu Caiyu didn't know what these white qi were at first, but after thinking carefully for a while, he couldn't help but be shocked on his face, knowing that this white qi was the vision of the water vapor in the air when it was pumped into the barrel of the pen. I don't know what method was used in this white painting, but it was able to extract the moisture contained in the air and pour it into the barrel of the pen for the purpose of moistening the ink.

I think that there must be toner and other things connected with the pen head in the pen barrel, which can ensure that the pen and ink are inexhaustible.

Not to mention the subtlety of this pen, just because Bai Zihua can continuously pump the moisture in the air into the brush without any fireworks, this skill is enough to shock the world and be qualified to compete for the top ten on the list.

The room was very quiet, only the rustle of Bai Zi's brush tip touching the paper, and the rest was the sound of Gu Caiyu's breathing, but the breathing sound of Yang Yi and Bai Zi's painting was not revealed at all, especially Yang Yi, his body and mind were in harmony with heaven and earth, and his heartbeat and breathing were completely undetectable.

After a long while, Bai Zihua suddenly took a long breath, shook the big pen in his hand, and quickly clicked twice, and the two eyes of the dragon on the paper had been pointed out by him.

At this point, the painting is considered complete.

Since ancient times, the final finishing touch is the most difficult, whether a dragon has momentum, whether it is majestic, whether it is like a dragon, not a dragon-type creature, the key is in the last two eyes.

At first, Gu Caiyu saw him painting water, river, wind, rain, thunder, and old monk on the table, but he didn't put his eyes on the dragon who had already drawn his body, which looked quite weird, but he was afraid of affecting his painting, so he couldn't help but didn't ask.

At this time, seeing that he instantly lit two eyes for the Naojiang Shenlong, he couldn't help but cry out with an "ah", and was frightened by the sudden increase in momentum of the painting Shenlong, and took a few steps back, shouting: "Wow, it's really like the Huanglong of the Naojiang River a few days ago!"

I saw that the dragon body, which was still lifeless just now, but was just outlined by lines, suddenly "lived" after two more eyes!

This kind of living feeling is not that this dragon really came to life from the picture, but an inexplicable charm and momentum, which makes people ignore that this is a painting and feel that there is indeed an evil dragon in front of them that overturns the river and the sea and harms the world.

Even the old monk who descended the dragon on the picture is also lifelike, although the real face is not painted, there is only a back, but this is the mastery of the painter, there is no specific image, but it can give people more space for reverie.

After Bai Zi finished painting the dragon's eye, he took a long breath, looked at his painting again and again, turned his head to Yang Yi and smiled: "Brother Yang, since I learned painting, this painting can be called the most satisfying one I have ever seen. ”

He held his pen and asked, "My painting has been completed, but there is still a line of inscription missing, can Brother Yang inscribe a few words on my painting?"

Yang Yi smiled: "It's an honor!"

Bai Zihua handed the brush in his hand to Yang Yi and said with a smile: "Please!"

Yang Yi took the brush, shook it, and said, "This is good!"

At the moment, he held a pen and wrote a few lines of large characters in the blank space of this painting:

Descending the dragon and subduing the tiger is really wonderful, pretending to be a fake practice.

If there were no mounts in the past, then the people would have to stand in the water?

Today, all the monks are preaching to eliminate evil, but who knows about the evil caused yesterday?

The temple has been established for thousands of years, and he has written thousands of books and turned insects.

There is never a book for the truth, and it is also a hero to kill people and set fires!

When he put down the pen, Bai Zihua saw that the big characters appeared on the paper between his strokes, and his heart was shocked. He knows his own family affairs, just now he handed Yang Yi the brush, the tip of the pen has become extremely dry, after he finished the last two points of dragon eye, the barrel of the brush has been left with no water.

When he handed this pen to Yang Yi, he wanted to play tricks on Yang Yi, but it depended on how he made this pen write.

But now that the dry pen is in Yang Yi's hands, he can write smoothly, how can he not be surprised?

At the moment, I looked carefully, and saw wisps of water vapor from the middle of the air like green smoke into the barrel of the pen, which was the method of extracting water vapor that he used just now, and I don't know when Yang Yi actually learned this technique.

He tried his best to suppress the shock in his heart, looked at the big characters written by Yang Yi, and just after reading a few, he couldn't help but exclaim, "Wonderful and wonderful, wonderful! Brother Yang, what kind of font is this, so majestic!"

He was amazed in his mouth, his eyes were firmly fixed on Yang Yi's hand holding the pen, and he saw these solemn fonts appear on the paper one by one, and he praised each word, but in the end, he found that although these big characters were majestic and powerful, and the structure was strict, the sentences composed were a little wrong, and the admiration became smaller and smaller, until he closed his mouth and stopped talking.

"This ...... Brother Yang, what do you mean by this?"

After Bai Zihua saw that Yang Yi's poem was written, the meaning of the whole painting suddenly changed greatly, and he couldn't help but be shocked and angry, and puzzled, "Brother Yang, why did you write such a poem?"

The essence of Baizi's painting is to praise and revere the old monk Fulong and save the people on both sides of the strait, so the ferocious and abnormal painting of Huanglong, turning over the river and prospering waves, the momentum is vicious, and although the old monk is just a back, it also reveals the compassion of the great virtue of Buddhism.

But such a good painting, after Yang Yi's poem was inscribed, the style of the whole painting suddenly changed.

Yang Yi's poem is obviously questioning the fact that the dragon descending Arhat and the Zen master subdued the evil dragon have another secret, and the spearhead is directly pointed at Fulong Temple, saying that they killed people and set fire behind their backs, but they were rumored to be heroes by those who did not know the truth.

In this way, Bai Zihua's painting is a wonderful satire of Fulong Temple, and the more the old monk shows compassion, the more hypocritical it becomes.

In particular, what Yang Yi wrote on this painting is Yan Zhenqing's Yan body characters but there is a slight change, the Yan body characters are already thick and solemn, and now he has changed them so slightly, which makes these words and dots between the paintings righteous and awe-inspiring, like the angry eyes of the god of war, the strong man swings his fist, and a tragic and majestic taste comes to his face, it seems that the hero is wronged, the martyr is humiliated, and the breath of grief and indignation permeates the whole picture.

This makes the person who looks at the painting involuntarily look at the poem first and then look at the portrait, and this poem is even more eye-catching than this painting.

The painting that Bai Zihua painstakingly painted turned out to be specially composed for this poem, and this poem does not look like the title of this painting. A poem actually snatched the highlight of a painting, and this kind of noisy thing is the first time in the calligraphy and painting world.

(To be continued.) )