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You can search for "Starting Singing Reward 100 Billion Group Search Novel (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapter!Zhang Yuan smiled and said, "It's an honor for me to compete with seniors,"

He patted Lin Feifei on the shoulder, motioning to relieve her.

Lin Feifei is still a little worried, it seems that this old man is good at strength.

I dare to hold a painting exhibition here, and I am a teacher at the Academy of Fine Arts. This painting skill is extraordinary.

Now that the two sides have agreed to take the test, the old man’s students will not be able to persuade them anymore, so they can only prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone for both sides.

"Young man, how about a contest of Chinese painting?" the old man said.

Most of the painting exhibitions outside are traditional Chinese paintings. It seems that the old man is best at Chinese painting.

This Chinese painting is a traditional painting, using a brush dipped in water, ink, or color.

Common tools are brush, ink, paint, rice paper, etc.

Subjects include characters, landscapes, flowers and birds.

Ancient Chinese calligraphy, calligraphy and painting referred to as Qinqi, this painting is Chinese painting.

In fact, no matter what kind of painting method, it is not easy, even if it is sketching or sketching, it is difficult.

This kind of thing doesn't work without talent.

If you have talent, you must practice hard.

Traditional Chinese painting pays more attention to artistic conception, unlike Western oil painting, which emphasizes realism.

"Yes, the senior is a master of traditional Chinese painting, so I will show my ugliness," Zhang Yuan said.

It can be seen that the old man is very confident in his technique.

The old man's student didn't say anything, and stood beside the teacher intently.

Lin Feifei was curious, Zhang Yuan is so versatile, where did he have the time to study these.

Although she knows some simple appreciation, she doesn't know how to paint.

"Have you learned to paint before?" Lin Feifei asked in a low voice.

"Um," Zhang Yuan thought for a while and replied, "After several years of study,"

Lin Feifei said: "How do you grow your mind? It's too powerful. You have to learn music, art, and homework."

Lin Feifei couldn't imagine how Zhang Yuan did it.

Does he have a clone technique?

The atmosphere calmed down and the two began to paint.

The old man painted landscapes, while Zhang Yuan painted horses.

With a few strokes, the horse has begun to take shape.

This horse is galloping and majestic, with extraordinary demeanor and vividness, as if to leap out of paper.

It's so vivid.

Even Lin Feifei admired this strength.

Zhang Yuan writes quickly, as if everything is a stroke of magic.

On the opposite side, the old man was also unwilling to give in. He started writing very quickly. In just a few minutes, a freehand landscape drawing has appeared.

The distant mountains are endless, with clouds and fog surrounding the peaks, small bridges and flowing water under the mountains, and houses in groups.

It's so artistic, so beautiful paradise.

Zhang Yuan seems to be faster.

With only ink, he has already painted a beautiful flying horse.

The mane of this horse is flying, elegant and flexible, giving a sense of vitality.

call!

Zhang Yuan finished painting, put down the brush in his hand.

Lin Feifei was taken aback. He didn't expect him to paint so fast, and finish painting before the old man.

The old man was only a little slower than Zhang Yuan, and soon put down his pen.

Ugh!

With a long sigh, he couldn't help saying: "The younger generation is terrible, the younger generation is terrible,"

The old man's students had already completely admired Zhang Yuan at this time, and he was even more respectful to Zhang Yuan, and did not dare to contradict him again.

"Hahaha, good, good, good,"

The old man looked at Zhang Yuan's horse and kept admiring and complimenting him.I love novel network www.5ilrc.com

"The brushwork is elegant and free, this horse is flying and jumping, lively, full of air, not bad,"

The old man patted Zhang Yuan on the shoulder and said, "Young man, your talent is very good. You can see that you have been practicing for many years."

Zhang Yuanqian said: "It's okay, but there are more people in this world who are better than me. Moreover, art is not the first, only like it or not. Today, it is right to be an exchange between friends. "

After a few words, he successfully resolved the embarrassment of the old man's failure and made a friend of the old man.

Lin Feifei admires Zhang Yuan's art of speaking, which makes people comfortable to listen to. This is high EQ.

The old man smiled and said: "Okay, well said, I'll make a deal with you, a friend, so why don't you come to see my paintings and taste one or two?"

Zhang Yuan walked over and looked carefully.

This painting feels like a paradise.

The mountains and rivers are connected, and the houses are in groups, quiet and indifferent.

Not only is the artistic conception lofty, but also contains a philosophy of life.

Zhang Yuan said: "The seniors have profound skills. I am ashamed. A few simple strokes have outlined a paradise, a seemingly peaceful pastoral life, but it is a way for people to learn to be grateful and to live every day steadily. The philosophy of life contained in the painting is the essence."

Lin Feifei admired Zhang Yuan even more, but he did not expect his appreciation ability to be so strong.

A simple picture, but she can see the philosophy of life, she is far from it.

The old man nodded very satisfied: "Well, yes, you can say these words enough to show that you are indeed very visionary and talented. It is a great blessing for me to make you a friend today."

Zhang Yuan said: "The predecessors have won the award. If this painting is written with a poem, it will be even more perfect."

"Oh?"

The other three people were surprised.

"What poem do you think is better?" The old man looked at Zhang Yuan expectantly.

Zhang Yuan pondered for a while, and his talent for poetry began to play out. After a while, a poem appeared in his mind.

Zhang Yuan picked up the pen and dipped in the ink, while the others held their breath and did not dare to interrupt.

"The house is in a human environment, and there is no chariot."

"Ask you how can you? My heart is far from being biased."

"Under the east fence of picking chrysanthemum, you can see Nanshan leisurely."

"The mountains are beautiful every day and the evening, and the birds will return."

"There is a true meaning in this, I have forgotten to distinguish."

It's done in one stroke.

The font is chic and elegant, with an ancient style.

Calligraphy writing.

Zhang Yuan's calligraphy is also beautiful.

Good words, good poems and good paintings are the perfect combination.

The old man read the poem seriously.

The three took turns to watch.

The first thing that catches the eye is Zhang Yuan's good handwriting, which is too seductive and comfortable to look at.

"Who wrote this poem? Why have I never heard of it?" the old man asked in surprise.

Zhang Yuan said: "I wrote it myself,"

The three were taken aback.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Yuan is not only good at painting, but also outstanding in calligraphy and poetry.

This poem has a lofty artistic conception and rich philosophical theory. It is completely the work of everyone.

It is really hard to imagine that this was actually made by a young man in his twenties.

What's more, there are such poetic geniuses in modern society.

"Genius, genius,"

The older the old man saw the more he liked it, and said: "The calligraphy is good, the poem writing is better, and the three masters of poetry, calligraphy and painting, you can call it everyone."

The old man's admiration for Zhang Yuan is simply a five-body cast.

Lin Feifei looked at Zhang Yuan's hand and picked it up from time to time, flipping and touching it.

"Your hands know too much, how did you learn it, you are so young,"

Lin Feifei really didn't understand how Zhang Yuan had such an outstanding talent at such a young age.