If the "Drunk Chrysanthemum Picture" I just drew was unrestrained and unrestrained, the movements were strange, as fast as electric, clever, natural, and thrilling. Then, the "Ink Bamboo Picture" I drew now was as stagnant as tiring as a stone, the writing was like a thousand pounds, and the writing was like a mountain to open up the destiny and the disaster was difficult to create the ink. It was inexplicably shocking and shocking.

Such actions and writing are more mediocre than those who are not good at writing and painting.

These failed and strong ink traces were actually painted by the young master Banqiao who had a mysterious technique just now. This is not as good as the casual graffiti of a three-year-old child. No matter what, everyone cannot believe that these messy ink traces may become a shocking work.

Then the person who is painting now is Mr. Banqiao with a miracle hand.

Looking at the thin ink marks without the elegance and agility of the ink bamboo, the ink marks on them were deeply alienated, mottled and messy, it was impossible to add any magic pens to the death. Seeing this, even Zheng Shuming, the most confident, couldn't help but sweat in his palms. He felt that Xu Ziling was so nervous that everyone was too high that he would break up.

Zheng Shuming had an almost blind trust in Xu Ziling, although she didn't know how Xu Ziling would have a magical stroke of resurrection.

But she believed that Xu Ziling would completely reverse everyone's thoughts and opinions when everyone was most disappointed, so that everyone was ashamed of being shocked by the way they no longer trusted him.

Because this is Xu Ziling's style of doing things.

Zheng Rushi, Xie Wenlong, Fang Yimin, Song Yuhua and others forced their doubts to hold back their hearts. They were unwilling to let this strange-tempered young master Banqiao tease after expressing his doubts about Xu Ziling's painting skills. These must be his way of teasing everyone. Although everyone does not believe it and cannot imagine what kind of ability Xu Ziling can still turn decay into magic at this time, they dare not doubt it.

There are only a dozen thin and thin ink marks on the snow-white rice paper, without any image of bamboo, without any elegant branches and leaves, without any strange techniques, just extremely slowly drawing ink traces of different sizes and disorderly sizes on the paper. The two pretty maids couldn't stand it anymore, and they looked at them with a temperament at the beginning because of the great talent and strange reputation of Mr. Banqiao. They were also afraid to say something lightly, but afterwards, they didn't look like a painting.

A pretty maid asked boldly: "Are you practicing writing? Do you want to change a piece of rice paper?"

She was a little clever and refused to say anything directly, but just stunt him to let Xu Ziling go down.

"Haha." Xu Ziling burst into laughter as soon as he heard this.

However, he didn't say much and didn't explain anything. He just laughed. While slowly drawing a few strokes on the snow-white rice paper, everyone thought that it had completely destroyed the ink marks of the whole sticker. After everyone didn't dare to look at it anymore.

Even if this sticker can eventually turn decay into magic, everyone feels that it is too uncomfortable to watch Mr. Banqiao paint.

He was tormenting everyone's eyes and making everyone's hearts raise him a lot.

After drawing for a while, Fang Yimin thought of a way to pour wine for Xu Ziling to divert his attention. He stopped this failed work. However, it made Xu Ziling refuse and made everyone feel even more anxious. It is not surprising that the painting failed. Why should you be too persistent? This young master Banqiao is too stubborn? At this time, Xie Wenlong was also thinking about how to smooth things out for a while and not let everyone speak in embarrassment.

At this moment, Xu Ziling's pen moved extremely lightly.

Unlike the heavy burden just now, this extremely light and fluttered, and suddenly drew a long ink line on the paper.

This uneven ink line showed a strange feeling, which made all the messy ink traces have a strange coordination. Although everyone could not see it, this ink line rekindled the hope in everyone's hearts. It seemed that this painting really had the possibility of resurrection.

When Xu Ziling's hand pulled out ink lines from the broken decadent ink marks, it formed thin branches and extended them around.

Everyone was almost suffocated to see it, they all held their breath and did not breathe, and they participated in the painting as they watched the strokes fall down. They watched the paintings coordinated little by little to form a strange and mysterious structure. Everyone thought this way of painting was simply unimaginable.

After drawing a few light ink lines, Xu Ziling put a heavy stroke on the white paper, destroying the balance of the whole painting, making everyone's hearts suddenly break. I feel that something in my heart that I finally hope for is suddenly broken and broken on the ground like a loss. If the person who painted the painting at this time was not a genius Zheng Banqiao but someone else, I believe everyone would not be able to help but rush up and beat him up.

However, Xu Ziling seemed to have a nerve that was ravaged enough for everyone, and then the irreversible ink marks on the white space one after another seemed to be unsuccessful and would not give up until the painting was irreversible.

It makes people feel like they are hitting their heads against the wall.

Song Yuhua frowned at the daisy eyebrows and was so happy that she was so nervous that she couldn't help but sweat slightly. Her heartbeat was several times faster than usual when the ancient well was not waking.

She now understands that this young master Banqiao did this on purpose. He may have disrupted the general drawing process so that everyone would see what they least want to see. Then he would have a description of the whole painting as a silent mouth that mocks everyone and is aware of sex and knowledge. This person is so bad that he is simply arrogant.

For the first time in my life, Song Yuhua, who was fooled, felt like she wanted to beat someone with a small pink fist.

Xu Ziling seemed to feel the strange eyes of everyone, suddenly stopped and turned around and looked at them one by one, as if they were strange to everyone's performance. Finally, he asked a pretty maid who looked at him with a little fear and said, "Do you think this master is good at drawing?"

"The young master's painting is of course good..." The pretty maid looked at each other with the maid who just said Xu Ziling to practice writing and said timidly: "But I can't see it... Young master, don't be angry..."

"You have to see what's good about me, I'll be angry!" Xu Ziling laughed loudly, shook his head and didn't ask anyone. He just turned around and drew lightly. Hearing Xu Ziling's tone, it seemed that the failed ink traces he drew were extremely profound and extraordinary. Everyone looked at each other in a while, but no one could figure out what the mystery was, including the Henan madman Zheng Shiru.

However, as Xu Ziling gently waved the obscure ink marks, there were faint leaf-shaped ink marks, which always formed a few leaves and leaves on the edges of the failed ink marks, such as a few small clusters, which were displayed in different degrees of height and height. It echoed that everyone was surprised to find that these things turned out to be bamboo leaves.

One or two leaves are not like each other at all, but when they echo, they are extremely wonderful and natural.

No matter which leaf is added, the image of these leaves will be greatly reduced by default. This will become a failure, but it is not too much or too much light and heavy. Once it echoes the bamboo leaves are clustered like nature, and are born with front and back, thick and light, big and small. The failed ink lines just now become the most charming master leaves, full of spirit and proud in front of others.

Then, lightly pull one or two ink lines to form thin branches connected to the ink marks and at the bottom of the ink strokes, a bunch of ink bamboos gradually appear in front of people. There is a feeling that the closer the painting becomes, the more you draw it.

Before the whole painting was completed, everyone dared not understand the atmosphere.

Those extremely failed ink marks. After Xu Ziling's ink balls with different thicknesses, they turned into rugged and strange rocks accompanied by the bamboos, which made the bamboo have a charm and the stones have a clear and strange contrast, which made them look interesting.

Xu Ziling waved a few strokes of ink strokes that were so light that it was almost impossible to see clearly, and then the whole ink bamboo suddenly came alive. It seemed that a kind of breeze blew and the ink bamboo was constantly shaking. The leaves spread out and the branches swayed, but the roots were still standing on the stone. There was a kind of cool and proud character that rushed towards him. Everyone was ecstatic but dared not praise him. They were afraid that Xu Ziling would make him vomit blood after another torment.

Xu Ziling suddenly tapped the last pen in the painting and wrote a poem in the spare place.

The vacancy made these few lines of ink words immediately turn the whole painting into full feet and becomes clear and brilliant. It seems like a girl is covered with voxel white. The small lotus is red and walks between the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River. The plain hands are gentle but an umbrella in her hands make the whole world become agile without wind and rain, but slightly in the heart, which adds a little joy in the heart.

"Persist in the green mountains and do not relax, the roots are originally in the broken rocks. Thousands of mills and thousands of blows are still strong and strong, and the winds are east, west, south and north."

Song Yuhua gently chanted with the sound of wading jade. She kept shaking her head and sighing. Her bright eyes were almost about to sag.

The painting will change when Xu Ziling seals the big picture. If it is more like a beauty, it will make the barefoot beauty in the mist and rain wear a pair of mandarin duck red pink embroidered shoes faster, more popular, more charming and closer to the heart.

Zheng Shiru almost burst into tears.

He never thought that painting bamboo could achieve this extremely unpleasant magical state.

If any of them is a failed work, but once it echoes, it becomes a scene that cannot be made into a painting, no matter how much it is added or reduced, it cannot be made into a painting. It can be said that this ink bamboo will not be like any bamboo in the world, but they are most like the bamboo in people's hearts. This is how bamboo looks in the deepest part of people's hearts.

Or, this is how people’s ideal bamboo is.

This bamboo is painted with difficulty and thinness, standing tall and straight towards the sky.

Each of his leaves has a different expression. The ink color, watery, and light are precisely expressed in a realistic way.

In composition, the positional relationship between bamboo and stone and the writing of the poem are handled very harmoniously and cleverly, any one of the defaults will cause immeasurable losses to the whole picture. Especially the poetic soul that is as picturesque as a soul pointed directly at the human heart, people deeply feel the delicate and delicate but strong character of bamboo.

The beauty of stone bamboo is more appropriate and has a different style.

Although this cluster of bamboos is not the bamboo in any part of the world, it is the most ideal illusion in the hearts of everyone.

Xu Ziling laughed and threw down the ink pen in his hand. He smiled slightly at Zheng Shuming, who came back first. The two of them looked at each other. They all thought that Xu Ziling snatched the silly Fang Yimin's wine pot and pulled it over the other. Zheng Shiru, who was still immersed in the painting, forced him to take away his soul and lost both his heart and soul.

Xie Wenlong did not feel at all focused on the sea of ​​joy, and he was completely moved by the success of his plan.

Fang Yimin, who had been awake for a long time, reminded Xu Ziling and Zheng Shiru that they had already left the castle and had not taught him another sigh. Song Yuhua kept watching Mo Zhutu's hands trembled slightly, and his eyes became more melancholy. There was a feeling that people wandered in the painting and could not return. Xie Wenlong ignored her orders and Fang Yimin looked at the calligraphy and painting and immediately went to find his father.

Zheng Shuming was always by Song Yuhua's side and waited for Song Yuhua to come back to her senses for a long time before patting her shoulder and comforting her gently, making Song Yuhua feel happy when she heard this, but she shook her head gently.

Xu Ziling and Zheng Shi were walking wildly on the street. They drank Zheng Shiru and sang loudly and sang loudly on the street. The intention was not unrestrained.

The sky is getting dizzy and the setting sun is half way down. The red clouds are covered with dark clouds. A few winds are whistling and the cold air is approaching.

Xu Ziling didn't realize that he laughed loudly and invited Zheng Shiru to walk casually.

Their direction is the brothel scattered flower building, which is as famous as Shanglin Garden in Chang'an.
Chapter completed!