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The art of painting?

Wang Bing's eyes couldn't help but shrink. He swore that he heard correctly. What Wang Ai just said was indeed "Danqing" and not "Shentu"...

According to the introduction of his father Wang Zhongshu, the art of painting is divided into two categories, and Shentu is only one of them.

This means...

"Why are you so dazed, silly boy!"

Wang Ai smiled and scolded: "My master taught you this secret skill that will last you a lifetime!"

"It's nothing, Master!"

Although he was a little happy when he learned that the old man was willing to pass on the art of painting, but... he didn't know if he still had the confidence to continue painting.

"I'm just worried about whether I have the confidence to draw well..." Wang Bin said hesitantly.

"I think you are quite talented!"

Wang Ai took out Wang Bing's half-finished painting from his coat pocket and said, "If the brushwork on this is not a person with more than ten years of painting skills, it can only be called a genius!"

"And it's not like there are no geniuses! Wu Daozi in the Danqing Sect is such a person."

Wang Ai looked at Wang Bing and said: "Wu Daozi, who was called the sage of painting by later generations, has the ability to paint three hundred miles of the Jialing River in a day. Tsk! How many people in the entire Danqing sect can do it now?"

"Okay, I won't put pressure on you anymore! Come with me!"

Wang Ai took Wang Bing to the study room and said: "Although the two disciplines of 'Shen Tu' and 'Secret Painting' have the same origin, they specialize in different directions, such as subject matter and techniques!"

After that, Wang Ai put his crutch to one side, took out a langhao pen covered with golden light and inlaid with white jade from nowhere, and began to teach Wang Bing the art of painting.

…

It’s not that Wang doesn’t know Chinese painting, he knows a lot of basic knowledge. After all, it’s something that has been passed down from our ancestors for thousands of years.

Therefore, the grandfather and grandson are also learning very quickly.

In a blink of an eye, time came to 2003.

On this day, when Wang Ai sat next to Wang Bing and watched Wang Bing outline a portrait of the Three Pure Ones on rice paper, he shook his head.

"Okay! Come here today, your hands have started to shake..."

After Wang Ai put the tea cup in his hand on the table, he picked up his cane and walked step by step to Wang Bing. After looking at Wang Bing's works, he asked: "Bing'er, I have always been curious, why are you always interested in

Not confident in yourself?"

"I have observed you several times and found that every time you draw, you have a lot of ideas..."

"When painting, you should pay full attention to it, let your energy and energy be highly concentrated, and get rid of distracting thoughts! The strokes will be natural."

"Sorry, Master!" Wang Bing lowered his head and admitted his mistake.

"You..."

Wang Ai shook his head. It stands to reason that his great-grandson has a talent for painting, and he can learn techniques very quickly. Sometimes he can even roughly understand them without having to teach them deliberately.

But the biggest problem is that it is impossible to perfectly display what you have mastered, which is ridiculous.

"That's all, you've been sketching for so long today, you're probably tired..."

Wang Ai looked at the drizzle outside the house and said, "Go back and rest first!"

"yes!"

After Wang Bing put away his pen, ink, paper and inkstone, he was about to leave Wang Ai's study. However, when he just walked to the door, he bumped into Uncle Dong, the chief steward of the Wang family.

"Sorry, Mr. Wang! Is the old man inside?" Uncle Dong asked nervously after being grabbed by Wang Bing.

"Yes! Grandpa is in the house."

Wang Bing noticed Uncle Dong's panic look, but didn't say anything more.

He is still too young and it is not his turn to interfere in family affairs.

So Wang Bing stepped aside and let Uncle Dong come in first.

"Old man, something happened!" Uncle Dong said.

"Don't panic!"

Wang Ai gently put down the teacup and said, "If you have something to say, please tell me slowly!"

"Something happened in the northwest!"

Uncle Dong adjusted his breathing and said word by word: "Just now..."

Northwest, the junction of northwest Sichuan and Qinghai.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

A short figure was walking through the jungle in the rain, with dozens of people following behind him!

"Yang Lie! Your Tang Sect's alchemy is fake, right?"

One of the old men with short hair complained: "Didn't you tell me that Zhang Huaiyi was bitten by the elixir? Why is he still alive and kicking?"

The old man with long white hair who was chasing directly in front was also holding back his anger. He said angrily: "Du, use your rotten brain. This big-eared thief is the founder of Qi Ti.

people!"

To be honest, this was the first time Yang Lie had failed in so many years. He never thought why Zhang Huaiyi could still be alive and kicking even though he had been bitten by the pill.

Seeing a group of people chasing into the jungle, Yang Lie felt something was wrong and threw out three poisonous needles with his backhand!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

These three poisonous needles drew three streaks of black light in the rainy scene, exploding like meteors towards Zhang Huaiyi at the front.

As if noticing the danger coming from behind, Zhang Huaiyi turned his eyes slightly backward, and three earthworm-like electric currents appeared in the palm of his right hand...

Just when the poisonous needle was about to hit Zhang Huaiyi, suddenly the three electrical currents that were originally as small as earthworms turned into three dazzling thunder and lightning, whizzing towards the poisonous needle.

laugh!

The next moment, the three black streams of light were suddenly swallowed up by the three dazzling white lights.

"Grandma! It's Tianshi Mansion's thunder method again!"

The old man who came to the Natural Gate spat: "Old Li, now is the time!"

Boom!

There was an explosion, and a black shadow suddenly appeared on the upper right side of Zhang Huaiyi. Before anyone could see who it was, a large ball of energy condensed on the right hand of the black shadow, and it hit Zhang Huaiyi fiercely.

.

Seeing that the punch was about to hit Zhang Huaiyi, Zhang Huaiyi seemed to have expected it. Two golden arms-like energy suddenly appeared behind him and suddenly hit the black figure.

boom!

A loud noise came, and the ear-splitting sound instantly created a shock wave, spreading towards the surroundings...

"Did it get done?"

The people who were chasing also stopped at this time, some standing on the ground, and some standing on tall branches.

Everyone was staring at the huge cloud of smoke and dust, with extremely solemn expressions on their faces.

"Kill him? Stop joking! If it were so easy to kill this big-eared thief, why would there have been such a big sacrifice a few decades ago!" Yang Lie spat.

There was nothing wrong with what he said. Many old men nodded, thinking that there were so many senior brothers when we worshiped together, how many are left now?

What now?

There are only a dozen old men from so many sects in total. Think about how high the battle loss rate is.

call!

A powerful burst of air pressure suddenly burst out from the smoke. With the help of the rain, the smoke and dust were quickly blown away...

At this moment, Zhang Huaiyi clasped the Adam's apple of the old man surnamed Li with his right hand, looked at the old guys surrounding him and said: "Haha, it seems that I really attracted a lot of people when I came out..."
Chapter completed!