My disciple is Sun Wukong

Chapter 510 Divine Skills
【516】miracle

"Old Feng Daozi, it is a great fortune to meet Professor Ye's young talent."

Feng Daozi clasped his fists and said, with a warm smile on the corner of his mouth, like a piece of gentle and round ancient jade.

Ye Xuan had never heard of Feng Daozi's name, but seeing the other party's age, he was still so polite, so he returned the salute with a smile.

He is a reasonable person, people respect one foot, and he is ten feet tall. If he comes up with anger like the great monk Ke Nan, then he will never be polite.

"Professor Ye, you have a brilliant literary talent, I admire you very much!"

Feng Daozi stood with his hands behind his back, exuding an elegant demeanor. He looked at Ye Xuan with starry eyes, and finally recited aloud:
"No one in life has died since ancient times, and keep a loyal heart to reflect history."

"Counting the romantic figures, let's look at the present!"

After he finished reciting, there were dots of worship in his eyes:
"It has to be said that Mr. Ye's literary talent is extraordinary. After reciting it, one's blood boils with excitement and praise!"

Feng Daozi's voice was full of admiration, but when he said this, he suddenly changed the subject and looked at Ye Xuan with a little more pride in his eyes.

"Has Mr. Ye ever said that he is proficient in poetry, poetry, calligraphy and painting?"

I heard Feng Daozi shouting and asking.

The students in the audience were all startled and whispered to each other.

"Master Feng Daozi is the president of the Huaguo Painting and Calligraphy Association. His Chinese paintings are collected in major art galleries and museums. He himself is considered the most talented Chinese painting master in the [-]th century."

"That's right, Master Feng Daozi is a national treasure-level art master and a genius in painting. Ye Xuan dared to say in front of him that he is proficient in all aspects of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and he is going to die."

"Sigh, although Professor Ye has extraordinary literary talent, but if he doesn't change his bragging habit, his reputation will be ruined after being caught by others."

Many students couldn't help but worry about Ye Xuan, but there were also some who strongly supported Ye Xuan, and most of them were girls.

"Bah! Who said that Professor Ye would lose? Do you know what it means to have talented people come out from generation to generation, each leading the way for hundreds of years? Master Feng Daozi is powerful, but Professor Ye is not bad, maybe Professor Ye can win!"

"Yes, Professor Ye is proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. I support Professor Ye and support him."

Although some people supported Ye Xuan, the voices of support were quickly drowned out.

"Hey, Chinese painting is not oil painting. Chinese painting is most concerned with verve. A young man can't grasp the essence of Chinese painting without decades of hard work!"

"That's right, Mr. Xu Qinsong, the dean of the Imperial Academy of Fine Arts, once said, 'Chinese painting is an art of old age, and it can only be called into the world after the age of 60.' He also said, 'Young people, don't worry. I am 63 years old this year. Pass this threshold.', listen, you only reached the threshold at the age of 63, how old is Ye Xuan, even if you know Chinese painting, it is at the entry level."

In short, there was a lot of chatter, talking about everything, and most of them were not optimistic about Ye Xuan, especially those master-level figures in the front row, seeing Feng Daozi's success, there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

They are waiting for Ye Xuan to make a fool of himself!
Young man, it's not good to be too arrogant!

Also proficient in everything from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting?Do you really think you are a fairy?
Everyone expressed their opinions, but there was a pair of beautiful eyes that stared at Ye Xuan's handsome face from beginning to end. The owner of the beautiful eyes was a bubbling beautiful girl, her lips were tightly pursed, and she did not say a word.

Su Xiaoli tugged at her sleeve and said nervously: "Xiao Shi, do you think Professor Ye will win?"

Shi Yibing asked back, "What do you think?"

Su Xiaoli thought for a while and said, "I hope Professor Ye wins, but Master Feng Daozi's works are really amazing. Professor Ye wants to win? Unless there is a miracle."

"maybe……"

Su Xiaoli was taken aback, wondering what she meant by "maybe"?
Shi Yibing bit his lip, stared at Ye Xuan, and muttered with his lips: "Maybe there really is a miracle?"

Ye Xuan didn't pay attention to the reaction of everyone in the audience, but shook his head:
"I never said anything like that!"

Hearing this, Feng Daozi was stunned for a moment, and asked again: "You really never talked about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and you are proficient in everything?"

"I never said that." Ye Xuan shook his head, very sure.

"Could it be that it is spreading rumors and causing trouble by making rumors?" Feng Daozi murmured.

When the others heard Ye Xuan's words, their faces softened a lot.

"Let me just say, how could Professor Ye say such a mindless thing."

"That's right, Professor Ye is a man of culture after all! How could he be so outspoken?"

"That's right, now, someone really spread rumors and caused trouble, almost ruining Professor Ye's reputation!"

"It's horrible, I knew Professor Ye couldn't say such arrogant words!!!"

Everyone was talking about it, and those master figures in the front row were quite satisfied when they heard Ye Xuan deny it.

For them, it is to teach Ye Xuan how to behave, young man, don't be too arrogant and arrogant.

Now that Ye Xuan has denied it flatly, they are satisfied.

Just when everyone breathed a sigh of relief, Ye Xuan suddenly said something earth-shattering:
"I've never spoken. I'm proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting!"

"I just said that if I am second in the field of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, who would dare to be number one?"

As he spoke, Ye Xuan glanced over the dozen or so art masters present in various fields, and smiled faintly:
"I'm sorry, when it comes to art, everyone here is rubbish."

"boom!"

fried!fried!
Everyone just felt their brains "buzz", and they began to spin.

There are more than a dozen art masters in the front row, their faces are pale and pale, and they can't wait to rush up and beat Ye Xuan violently. They said just now that you have changed your sex, and you are gasping for breath!

Put your nose on your face, shameless to your face, there is an art master in his 90s, clutching his chest, he was so angry that he almost had a heart attack.

The students in the back row looked at Ye Xuan blankly, dumbfounded.

"Damn, what's the situation? Professor Ye is insane? How could he say such nonsensical words!!!"

"I'll go, there is a hole in my brain, the appraisal is complete."

"Professor Ye is crazy, call 120."

"Professor Ye, Professor Ye, you are going to heaven!"

"Pull it! It's so good!!!"

Hearing Ye Xuan's words, everyone was speechless and looked at Ye Xuan like a fool.

"it is good!"

Feng Daozi's gaze was like a torch, and he locked Ye Xuan tightly: "I said, Professor Ye is not afraid of tigers, how could he shrink back? Since Professor Ye is not afraid, let's compare."

"Okay!" Ye Xuan was fearless.

Soon, the first-class rice paper, the four treasures of the study, and paints were placed on the stage.

"Professor Ye, let's compare, whose drawing is better?"

"There's no need to compare, I must be the one who draws better." Ye Xuan shook his head: "I think you are quite polite, and I don't want to hit you too hard."

His tone also softened. Indeed, although Feng Daozi wanted to challenge him, his tone was still very modest, quite like a master. Ye Xuan was still very gentle towards such a person.

Hearing Ye Xuan's words, Feng Daozi burst out laughing.

Cheerful laughter echoed throughout the hall.

"I've been in the painting circle for 50 years, and this is the first time I've heard someone say that to me. It's really interesting!"

"Professor Ye is so confident, I look forward to competing with you even more."

Ye Xuan nodded: "You are indeed a good person, so I will only use one level of painting skills, so as not to hit you too much and hurt your self-esteem."

"puff!"

Feng Daozi couldn't help laughing, and his eyes were full of a half-smile: "Professor Ye, just paint, if you hit me, I'm the loser."

Ye Xuan shook his head: "Do you know the finishing touch?"

The finishing touch?

Feng Daozi froze for a moment, and said, "You mean Zhang Sengyou's story?"

"Not bad." Ye Xuan rubbed his forehead.

In the Liang Dynasty during the Southern and Northern Dynasties, there was a famous painter named Zhang Sengyou, who had superb painting skills.At that time, Emperor Liang Wudi believed in Buddhism and asked him to paint in many temples he built.

One day, Zhang Sengyou drew four dragons on the wall of Anle Temple in Jinling, but did not draw eyes. He often said: "When you click the eyes, the dragon will fly away."

People thought it was ridiculous, so they clicked on one of the dragon's eyes.

After a while, thunder and lightning broke the wall, and the dragon flew into the sky on a cloud, and all the dragons whose eyes had not been dotted were there.

So the allusion of "finishing the finishing touch" has been handed down.

Everyone thought it was nonsense!
Therefore, later, "finishing the finishing touch" was used as a metaphor for speaking and writing articles, and one or two epigrams were used to point out the gist at key places to make the content more vivid and powerful.

On the contrary, everyone has forgotten Zhang Sengyou's superb and vivid painting skills in this allusion.

Ye Xuan frowned, and said seriously: "My painting is like the finishing touch, it can turn dead things into living things."

His voice was cold, with a hint of aloofness.

This is the arrogance of standing at the pinnacle of art and despising the world.

He took in two apprentices at the beginning, one was called Ma Liang, the magic brush, and the other was Zhang Sengyou, the protagonist of "Drinking the Finishing Eye". These two people only learned one-tenth of his painting skills, and they were regarded as myths by the world. Nonsense, it can be seen how vivid his painting memory is.

After hearing Ye Xuan's words, Feng Daozi no longer knew what to say.

pass!

It's over! ! !
There is a limit to bragging!
No matter how well-mannered I am, I can't stand you bragging like this.

Helpless, Feng Daozi could only roll his eyes, looked at Ye Xuan, spread his hands together and said, "Professor Ye, please."

Ye Xuan nodded, and the two stood in front of their own rice paper.

Ye Xuan stared at the rice paper, thinking about what to draw.

Painting is an art, and it is also a way to express one's heart, so laymen look at the surface, and insiders look at their state of mind through the picture.

He suddenly raised his head, looked through the window at a few peach trees in full bloom, and a deep thought lingered in his heart.

Suddenly the image of a woman appeared in his mind, this ninth life, this figure has always lingered in his mind, and never went away.

Gradually, his eyes became foggy.

Everyone in the hall held their breath, waiting for the two to paint.

Ye Xuan wiped his eye sockets with his hand, then walked to the desk, picked up a brush and wiped it on the paper, he wanted to keep the beautiful woman in his heart forever.

Ye Xuan painted this painting for more than half an hour, without a single pause in coloring and inking in the middle. After the painting was finished, Ye Xuan wrote a song about Sauvignon Blanc dancing on the left side of the scroll.

"I can't sleep at night, and there is no place to hide my worries. I miss my loved ones, who can tell my thoughts? Ask the heavens, what is the past and the past?"

Then, Ye Xuan threw away the brush in his hand, and stared at the portrait he had drawn. He didn't say a word for a long time, and what he had was only sad and sad. Two thousand and five hundred years ago, he still remembered the old man!

And Ye Xuan was completely immersed in his art, he didn't pay attention to Feng Daozi at the side.

The art of painting pays attention to the fact that water drips through stone, and water grinds hard work.

Like Feng Daozi, who studied painting at the age of six, practiced three to nine times in winter, practiced in summer and practiced hard for 50 years. In addition to his amazing talent, and relying on his rich family background, he has invited countless famous masters to teach him by example.

Chinese painting talks about "with confidence in mind", that is, with hills and valleys in mind, one can write with spirit.

At this moment, what he is painting is a landscape painting, and it is one he has painted before. At this moment, he is painting with ease and done it in one go.

In a short while, a landscape painting fell on the paper, with capped green hills in the distance, jagged rocks nearby, a pine and cypress taking root, and a boat on the shimmering lake, a woman in a green shirt, with picturesque eyebrows and smiling eyes. full of meaning.

As soon as he finished painting, he threw the paintbrush into the pen container, took another small-sized wolf brush, dipped it in the ink hard, and swiped it at the upper right corner of the painting.

"Try Luoshang under the branch of Xiaotao, the fragrance of butterfly powder fights. The moon grinds down the fragrant grass, half of the face is full of red makeup.

The wind is warm, the sun is long, and the willows are hanging down.A pair of dancing swallows, thousands of flying flowers, the setting sun all over the ground. "

Although his calligraphy achievement is not as high as that of painting, he is also a master-level figure. In addition, this poem expresses emotion with the scenery, and the aftertaste of writing is leisurely.

Under the stage, several masters who have been paying attention to Feng Daozi, saw this work and this poem, and praised:
"Good painting!"

"As expected of a master!"

"National treasure-level art master, I'm afraid this work will be less than [-] million at the auction!"

"More than that, a hundred million is not enough!"

Everyone's eyes were on this painting, but no one looked at Ye Xuan anymore. Everyone was praising how amazing this painting is, but they instinctively ignored Ye Xuan.

And Ye Xuan didn't pay attention to the state of the people around him at all, he just looked at the work in front of him and fell into deep thought.

After Feng Daozi finished drawing, he put down the brush and nodded with satisfaction.

The painting is almost perfect.

He wanted to see how Ye Xuan's painting was, so he walked over, and when he saw Ye Xuan's painting, he was stunned.

He didn't pay attention to Ye Xuan's expression at this moment, all his mind was attracted by the painting in front of him, if he was very satisfied with his painting, then this painting made him completely incredible.

He stared blankly at the woman in the painting, only to feel that it was not a painting at all, but a real person, a 20-something-year-old Wenxiu girl in a plain long dress appeared vividly on the paper.

Looking at the lines in the painting, the lines are very realistic, and the folds on the clothes make Kongru wonder if it is a piece of clothing laid on the painting paper, and unconsciously stretches his hand towards the painting scroll, ready to verify what he thinks in his heart.

(End of this chapter)