Keng!

Like water slurry bursting out, like a green dragon roaring, silver light passed through everyone's eyes. Their eyes closed slightly subconsciously, and then opened slowly. For a moment, their pupils couldn't help but open, staring ahead.

A thin, soft sword suddenly appeared from the palm of Henry Zhang's hand, with silver light shining.

Although the swordsman is used as a metaphor, what I want to show now is the painting skills.

Why did Henry Zhang suddenly raise his sword?

Before too many questions could arise in everyone's mind, Xiao Yang's voice had already fallen indifferently, "A straw in the hands of a swordsman can turn decay into magic, and in the hands of a master of painting, even a sharp sword can turn something into something magical." Describe the magnificent and majestic mountains and rivers!"

The whole place was silent.

call out!

He raised his sword, and the tip of the sword suddenly landed on the inkstone on one side. His wrist shook violently, and he picked it up hard. The inkstone flew straight into the sky, and the dark ink poured down like lava...

The sword light rushed forward, and the silver-white sword body was instantly dyed jet black. Under the provocation of the sword shadow, the ink swaying all over the sky jumped on the rice paper laid out below as if it was attached to the spirit.

The sword shadow folded up.

The speed was so fast that everyone present could not catch the shadow of the sword without blinking, and they were all dazzled. However, this situation only lasted for less than five minutes. Suddenly, there was a crisp sound, and the tip of the sword suddenly Moving sideways, the rice paper that seemed to be shrouded in mist finally reappeared in everyone's sight.

The tip of the sword banged the cup, and water dropped with the intention of the sword.

call out!

The sword is sheathed and the figure falls.

Everyone present could not help but be stunned.

My mind is blank.

what happened?

In the end what happened?

He seemed to be stunned all of a sudden.

From Henry Zhang's swing to sheathing the sword, everything seemed so incredible, it looked like he was performing acrobatics. The cool breath of water droplets filled everyone's minds at this moment, and they suddenly convulsed and came back to their senses. He came over and looked at the piece of rice paper on the table...

"I want to see if it's a bluff or..."

The subtle muttering stopped abruptly.

quiet!

silence!

Deathly silence!

At this moment, it was as if the air had stagnated. Everyone's pupils were dilated to the extreme, and they held their breaths. Their hearts seemed to have stopped temporarily, for fear of being shocked by the scene in front of them.

No! Is this a painting?

So his eyes widened and rounded, and his gaze fell firmly on the table. At this moment, he felt as if he was already in the environment of mountains and flowing water. He took a deep breath and saw the incomparably fresh nature. There seemed to be something in his ears. The tinkling and crunching sound of the green onion creek is refreshing.

The combination of mountains and flowing water is perfectly inlaid, and it is amazing the uncanny workmanship of nature!

There are beautiful mountains and rivers, stone steps covering the sky, but the sides are shrouded in clouds and mist.

There is a majestic and heroic spirit at the top of the mountain, and there is also the tenderness of swimming in the clear water.

This is a perfect mountain and river. This is a stunning wonderland that makes people fall in love at the first sight. However, this seems to be the great river that everyone longs for!

At this moment, everyone's eyes are fixed on the grass and trees, the mountains and rocks, the water and the mist, and they seem to have forgotten that it is just a painting.

It's just that the person they despised carved the mountains and rivers with a sword in less than five minutes.

The sword writes the mountains and rivers!

It caused all kinds of shocks.

I don’t know how long it took, but it seemed that someone finally couldn’t hold his breath and took a deep breath, awakening everyone present from their stupor!

The sound of breathing in continuously kept coming and going.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

The extremely hot eyes fell on Henry Zhang, and at this moment, his eyes showed an extremely shocked look!

Including Ximen Lang!

Even though he had already experienced Henry Zhang’s painting skills when Henry Zhang ‘invited’ him to a meeting before, this ‘sword writing mountains and rivers’ technique really shocked him.

"A straw in the hands of a swordsman can turn decay into magic."

"In the hands of a master of painting, even a sharp sword can depict magnificent mountains and rivers!"

Henry Zhang’s voice kept echoing in his mind.

"Master of painting! Master of painting!" He murmured, but Ximen Lang's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he couldn't help but stare at Henry Zhang excitedly, "This is the one who can truly be called a master!

"

Painting with a sword, the appearance of this painting "Swords Write Mountains and Rivers" shocked everyone present without any suspense.

At this time, who else dares to raise any objections?

Some, just sincerely impressed!

In the eyes of a master, if your paintings are not up to standard and fail, what else can you say?

Looking at the "Sword Writing Mountains and Rivers" spread out on the table, and then comparing it with the painting in front of them, many people felt ashamed. In comparison, they were not only dwarfed! Their own

, simply out of line.

Xiao Yang did not say the first half of the unnecessary words, but casually picked up the brush again and walked to a person's side, glanced at the painting in front of him, after a while, he shook his head softly and sighed, and the stroke of the brush fell.

0 marks!

Although Henry Zhang has been mentally prepared, the current painting skills of the people in ‘Shanhe Calligraphy and Painting’ really make Henry dare not compliment them. After checking almost half of the people in front, no one was qualified in Henry’s eyes.

A total of 0 points.

However, at this time, the people who were sentenced to 0 points, apart from the shame in their eyes, no longer expressed any dissatisfaction. Henry Zhang's strength was already placed in front of them. No matter which field it was in, the strong one

The rules of respect will not change.

The hall was very quiet. Henry Zhang's footsteps came to the young man named Xiang Jie. At this time, Xiang Jie's eyes were filled with anxiety. Before him, no one had received a passing grade in Henry Zhang's writing.

Still raising his eyes and scanning, Xiao Yang's pupils suddenly shrank slightly. After a while, he nodded slowly and smiled slightly.

"good."

When the pen tip came down, it was ‘60’!

Passing score!

At this moment, Xiang Jie's eyes widened, and he couldn't suppress a convulsion all over his body. He looked at Henry Zhang with excitement, and he didn't know what to say, "Thank you, thank you so much..."

Henry Zhang patted Xiang Jie on the shoulder with a smile, "Young man, you are good at painting bamboos. From now on in 'Shanhe', you will specialize in painting bamboos."

Xiang Jie nodded hurriedly as if he was flattered.

In fact, when it comes to age, Henry Zhang should be younger than Xiang Jie. However, the wise come first! The respectful attitude Xiang Jie showed towards Henry Zhang did not make anyone feel awkward at all.

Perhaps because of Xiang Jie's start, Xiao Yang received a lot of surprises. After reviewing the last person, the team of twenty-nine painters were finally classified by Xiao Yang as passing the grade. Except for Xiang Jie,

, there are four people in total, and all four of them are relatively senior members of "Shanhe Calligraphy and Painting".

Counting Ximen Lang, there are only six painters who have been selected by Xiao Yang to stay in ‘Shanhe Calligraphy and Painting’!

Of course, such a large calligraphy and painting company cannot be supported by only six people. However, firstly, you have the idea of ​​​​preferring to be less than excessive. Secondly, as long as the reputation of "Shanhe Calligraphy and Painting" is established, you still have to worry about not having good painters to apply for jobs?

Xiao Yang had a faint smile on his face, "Friends who have passed the test, you are very welcome to continue to stay in the "Shanhe Calligraphy and Painting" group. As for the others...I'm sorry, please find another job."

As soon as he finished speaking, the people standing in front had different expressions. Some walked out directly, some sighed and left. Some hesitated for a moment, but couldn't say what they wanted to say, so they could only shake their heads and pack their things.

left.

In every field, in addition to the rule of respecting the strong, survival of the fittest is also inevitable.

In the end, there were still three people staying in place, looking at Henry Zhang. They were three young people. At this time, their eyes hesitated for a moment, and finally they mustered up the courage and looked up at Henry Zhang, “Can we apply to stay?

"

"Huh?" Henry Zhang looked at the three of them with a gentle smile.

One of them said at this time, "We know that our current level is not enough, but we can start as apprentices."

"We want to learn more advanced painting skills."

Henry Zhang's eyes slowly swept across the three of them. From the eyes of the three young people, he seemed to fully feel the enthusiasm and persistence.

"No problem, I can let you stay." Henry Zhang made a decisive decision without hesitation for long.

"Really?" The three people's eyes lit up at the same time, a little unbelievable. They thought it would be very difficult for Henry Zhang to agree to this request. After all, 'Shanhe Calligraphy and Painting' is in an extraordinary period now, and it is impossible to support idle people.

"That's right." Henry Zhang nodded with a smile, "I just want to tell everyone that Shanhe calligraphy and painting is also a place where dreams can be carried."

Hearing this, several people couldn't help but froze for a moment at the same time. Even the four older painters who stayed behind couldn't help but show some emotion in their eyes at this moment. Dreams, which young man doesn't have a flamboyant dream?

, just disappeared with the passing of time.
To be continued...