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Chapter 332 - Flying kite map of the river

Everyone's face was lifeless, as if they were in a Jiangnan Shuixiang in the middle of a rainy month. Staring at Zhang Yuan Yuan's picture, all of it felt like it had lost its soul, and couldn't come back to its senses for a long time.

That painting was no longer a simple ink painting. There was already a bit of water vapor in the air. He could almost hear the sound of running water in the stream and could almost see the fog rising in the alleyway in the south of the river.

It was only half a bowl of water to moisten the ink, but this painting was completely different. It was intoxicating, intoxicating, and inviting people into another world.

The first person to regain his senses was Zhu Sicheng. His entire body shivered, and his skinny face revealed a look of intense joy. Both of his eyes burned with passion as he looked at Xiao Yi, and with a trembling voice, he said, "This is the famous technique that was written about in the landscape painting, 'Imbuing Water and Ink'. Wasn't it already lost long ago?"

Some painting techniques, along with the changes of the times, gradually became a legend. For example, the technique Xiao Yi had just displayed was already lost. It was just that as Zhu Sicheng flipped through the ancient books, he heard that there was such a move that could moisten the ink and cause it to pass out.

Xiao Yi slightly smiled, and spoke while continuing to speak in a lazy manner: "I knew this move when I was twelve years old. Lost? I really don't know. "

Xiao Yi had taught this art a long time ago. Therefore, he did not struggle at all when it came to using it.

Seeing Xiao Yi's lazy look, Zhu Sicheng took a deep breath and didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Who would have thought that such a terrifying move would actually come from such a lazy young man.

The conversation between the two finally made the group of people walk out of the painting.

Shaking their heads, the group looked at Xiao Yi's young face. After which, he smiled bitterly in disbelief. These people were all proud of their unparalleled talent. At this moment, the limelight had been taken away by an inconspicuous young man.

"Yuan Yuan, look carefully. This Jiangnan Shuixiang, has the charm of water vapor. " Xiao Yi looked up at the dumbstruck Zhang Yuan Yuan, and said gently.

Zhang Yuan Yuan originally brought Xiao Yi to participate in this exchange, mainly because she wanted to let Xiao Yi see how she was going to show off his skills, show off, and find a place for himself. Unexpectedly, this follower of her was far more accomplished in painting than him.

Speaking from the start, this Yuan Yuan was a little confused by how little water there was in the picture. At this moment, when she saw the water vapor on the picture scroll and the smoke curling up, it was as if she was a Jiangnan Shuixiang in paradise on earth, she instantly understood.

"Yes." Zhang Yuan Yuan was convinced, and nodded her head with gravity. Through observing Xiao Yi's picture, she felt that she had gained some new insights in her drawing skills.

"Then do you have a way to redraw this Flying kite map of the river?" Zhu Sicheng took a deep breath, looked at Xiao Yi with fiery eyes, and said with a trembling voice.

"No problem." Xiao Yi nodded his head, then opened his mouth and shouted: "Prepare some brush and paper."

Hearing Xiao Yi's call, she immediately put away the Jiangnan Shuixiang map in front of him. He spread the paper and grinded the ink.

Xiao Yi did not need those fancy paints to paint, nor did he need to go through a series of preparations to color it. Xiao Yi inherited the style of his nation's ink and water painting. Now, he picked up the wolf hair that he prepared and dipped it into the ink of the pavilion's ink. After adjusting the ink on the white porcelain paper, he used the brush to draw the curtains on the paper.

The center, the side, the reverse, Xiao Yi's use of the brush strokes could be said to be as smooth as flowing water. tick, scratch, tap, touch, dye, and no bones, Xiao Yi's brushwork could be said to be ever-changing.

However, there were myriad variations and variations in these techniques. Xiao Yi completed it in one breath, without the slightest feeling of stagnation. A Flying kite map of the river slowly appeared on the beautiful paper.

Thick ink was solid while light ink was hollow. In contrast, both real and fake happened.

Leaving a mark, Xiao Yi chose his position. Then, he wrote down the words "River Mountain Flying Kite Painting". Following that, he used a small paper charm to leave another line of poem: The night of the swallow's failure to return to the spring, a misty rain and cold apricot blossom.

His brush moved like a dragon and his shape was handsome.

With a "pa" sound, Xiao Yi threw the Howling Wolf Brush onto the nearby Open Body and said lazily: "Come closer and take a look, what difference is there between my painting and your painting? "See, is what I said true?"

He opened his eyes and hesitated for a moment. Then, he walked forward. He bent down and started to carefully examine Xiao Yi's picture of a flying kite.

The river was still the same one, but without the opening thick ink to render it. The brush was short and concise, while the ink was long. Looking ahead, a river was flowing slowly. It was as if even the sound of flowing water could be heard.

The river was not rushed, but it had the intelligence of water. It was the Yangtze River that matched this season.

Ten thousand miles in the sky, the red sun was right in front of him. Tens of thousands of kites flew in the air. A strong wind blew, and the sound of a flurry of blows could be heard. Even though the kite was swaying in the air, it still faced the sky.

It was as if this painting was alive. It gave off a feeling of being able to carry a light weight, and it also gave off a strong and vigorous aura. Also, you can feel the vitality of the spring and the vigor of the kite between the lines.

Opening the picture of a river mountain and a flying kite was a picture of death. Although the color was rich, it still lacked a bit of spirituality. But in the short span of a few minutes, the set of Flying kite map of the river s that Xiao Yi used all his energy to create was a living picture, full of vitality and life.

And the line of words that Xiao Yi wrote was the finishing touch, like a divine stroke. The style of the brush is magnificent, the posture is overflowing, out of the inadvertent, is its two forgets in the palm, has the most angry perfusion characteristic.

That line of small characters had added a bit of charm to this picture of the flying kite.

This kind of ink painting made one feel as though they had made a trip in spring. He watched the kite rise into the sky, watched the blue sky cloudless, watched the dark green turbulence of the river water, watched the myriad of living things revive and turn the earth into a sea of vitality.

Even though the opening was a hundred times unwilling, he still applauded in the end and muttered, "Indeed, it's a good painting. It's better than mine. I've learned a lot from this painting. "

Listening to Gao Dazhi's words, Xiao Yi lightly smiled and said: I slightly understand, just slightly understand.

It was just that at that time, no one had the chance to admire Xiao Yi's Flying kite map of the river. However, from the abnormal change in his expression, he seemed to have sensed something.

One of the most successful aspects of a person was that he had won the respect of his opponent. In that moment, with just the Flying kite map of the river, Xiao Yi was able to accomplish it.

Zhang Yuan Yuan sighed in disbelief and shook her head. Based on Zhang Yuan Yuan's understanding of opening it, this young man would never admit defeat. In the same generation, she had always been proud and arrogant. But now, in front of everyone's eyes, he actually admitted defeat to his opponent.

Thinking about that, Zhang Yuan Yuan could not help but raise her head and look at the young man, Xiao Yi, who had an indifferent expression. Ji Hao took a deep breath and rubbed his small hands nervously.

After that, Zhang Yuan Yuan began to walk over, and bent down to look at the set of Flying kite map of the river s that Xiao Yi had just turned into.

Only, at this moment, all the young painter noticed the abnormality of this Flying kite map of the river. They all rushed up to the table, hoping to catch a glimpse of the Flying kite map of the river's magic.

Thus, in this small building with red walls and green tiles, riots began to break out. Everyone moved closer to the table. The size of the table was so small that it was impossible for these people to gather around and see the painting.

Thus, these young people began pushing and shoving, pouncing forward and back. The scene instantly became chaotic.

Zhu Sicheng, who wanted to see Xiao Yi's painting the most, had a bitter smile on his lips as he shook his head. His gaze looked at Xiao Yi, who was not far away, and raised his thumb.

Xiao Yi, who was pushed away from the table, looked outside and muttered: "Actually, I only understand a little."

Xiao Yi knew his level. If it was compared to his own unscrupulous master, it would be vastly different. They were not on the same level at all. His master often gave paints that were made out of ink to Widow Wang at the foot of the mountain as firewood. His master had sternly warned him not to speak of this matter, as he had taught Xiao Yi how to draw.

However, the abilities that Xiao Yi had learnt through hearing and vision were already enough to deal with this group of people. The level of skill he had displayed had already shocked the entire audience.

Slowly, after the group of young painter finished reading, they dispersed. Under Zhu Sicheng's lead, the old evaluators who were participating in the national exchange for pointers on painting slowly started to look at Xiao Yi's painting.

When Zhu Sicheng first looked at the painting on the table, his expression was solemn. After looking at it for a bit, Zhu Sicheng suddenly reached out and pressed down onto the paper. He moved his eyes closer to the painting, looking at its details closely.

He nodded and revealed a satisfied smile as he sighed, "This trip was not in vain."

After he sighed with emotion for a while, Zhu Sicheng still did not seem to be at ease. He took out his gold-rimmed glasses from his bosom and put them on. With a solemn expression and a fiery gaze, he began to examine every detail of the painting bit by bit.

The more he looked, the more Zhu Sicheng realized the greatness of this painting. A wave of excitement was emitted from that skinny old face.

Moreover, when he saw that he was enjoying himself to the fullest, he pressed his hand on the table. At this moment, his fingers lightly knocked on the table, producing a series of "peng peng peng" sounds.