My disciple is Sun Wukong

Chapter 75
[075] Seeking Master Ye

Jiang Zhengyang looked at Ye Xuan on the field resentfully: "Do you want to slap that pretender in the face?"

"Slap in the face?"

Duan Qingchen slapped the table heavily, with murderous intent looming in his eyes: "This Young Master wants him to make life worse than death."

Tang Feng nodded his head vigorously, "Pull out the skin, pull out the tendons, dig out the heart, dig out the lungs, chop them into meat and hang them at the gate of the city to show the world."

The three of them are the top young masters in Yunzhou. They were beaten in the face under the watchful eyes of everyone. The family didn't know why they didn't allow revenge. When did the three young masters suffer such humiliation.

Mahler Gobi, these two are perverts!

Jiang Zhengyang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and suggested:
"We have an opportunity to slap him in the face right now. Isn't he a master of art? Isn't he No.1 in calligraphy? Isn't he going to auction his works?"

"Take advantage of this opportunity to humiliate and humiliate him."

Hearing this, Duan Qingchen and Tang Feng's eyes lit up.

"Yup!"

"good idea."

The three smiled evilly and reached a strategic alliance, which once again deepened the friendship between the three plastic brothers.

……

However, in the hustle and bustle of the auction house, no one noticed that the three figures were trembling all over.

Their eyes were filled with intense heat, staring at Ye Xuan on the field, like dissatisfied wives.

"Master Jiu is going to paint?"

"The castle has not collected new works of Master Jiu for more than 100 years!"

"Don't compete with me, I'm going to order Master Jiu's painting."

"Bah, I decided to take out all my family property and buy Jiu Ye's painting."

For others, the most precious thing in this auction is the magical fairy soup, but for the people of Jiuxuan Castle, the most precious thing is everything about Master Jiu.

Ye Xuan stood holding a pen, with four feet of rice paper spread out in front of him.

On the stage, several masters stared with bated breath.

Under the stage, all the cameras were aimed at Ye Xuan, and all the audience were staring at the big screen.

"I want to see what you are capable of." Su Mobai stared at the screen with red eyes.

He still doesn't believe how powerful a high school student can be in art?

Ye Xuan shook his head, and suddenly said with regret: "It's a pity, such a good pen and ink, but no good wine, after all, it's less interesting."

"That's right, old buddies, a master's creation must be accompanied by good wine."

Dong Li patted his forehead and remembered that after Ye Xuan drank alcohol last time, he seemed to be a different person, and he created a unparalleled calligraphy copybook in an instant.

After Zhou Xianlin was silent for a few seconds, he said sadly:

"Ye Xiaoyou, I have 50-year-old peach blossom wine here. The temperature of the wine is just right now. If you can drink it, I will respect you for this wine. If you can't make it, I will give it to you as a reward."

His words were not sullen, but the meaning was self-evident.

He was still full of doubts about Ye Xuan.

"Peach Blossom Brewing, quick! Quick!"

Ye Xuan took a sip, and he was addicted. The last time he drank this kind of wine was with Tang Bohu hundreds of years ago. There was a faint taste of an old friend in the wine.

At this moment, Ye Xuan had already started to write, and countless ink droplets blended on the four-foot rice paper.

His hands are fast, and he pays attention to painting in one go. He has been reincarnated for the ninth time, and he has already integrated calligraphy and painting into his blood.

Mortals live less than a hundred years.

No matter how hard you work and how talented you are, how can you be qualified to stand shoulder to shoulder with him?
He has understood painting for thousands of years, traversed east and west, and surveyed ancient and modern times, and he has already stood at the pinnacle of human history.

The difference between immortals and mortals is like clouds and mud.

Ye Xuan is the god of heaven, even above the immortals, born in chaos, roaming in the prehistoric and desolate, proud of the past and the present.

His technique is extremely skillful, like dancing on a painting.

When painting traditional Chinese painting, the intention is to put the pen first and complete it in one go, and what is emphasized is such an indomitable momentum.

For a moment, the water pavilions, towers, thousands of miles of mist, and twilight all appeared on the paper one by one, vividly, as if they were real.

Zhou Xianlin was looking down condescendingly from a distance, but when he saw Ye Xuan's painting, his eyes straightened instantly, and he hurriedly ran behind Ye Xuan, staring at him, in disbelief:
"This... this... lines are no less than the 'Goddess Flying to the Sky' in the murals of Yongle Palace."

There are many miraculous things in the ancient murals, such as a line of more than ten meters long, completed in one stroke, which seems like a miracle today.

However, at this moment, Ye Xuan's lines are even more shocking than the ancient art masters.

Every line floats out of the painting like flying, making people want to worship.

And every detail in the painting was drawn almost perfectly. Everyone looked at the painting and then at the surrounding scenery. After a while, they were like Zhuang Zhou's dream butterfly, unable to tell whether they were inside the painting or outside the painting. .

"Bullshit!"

Wang Daqian was deeply shocked and couldn't help blurting out.

He is a painter and calligrapher, and Ye Xuan's painting is unique, enough to establish a school.

This scene, through the real-time broadcast, was all presented on the big screen, and everyone in the audience could see it clearly.

A young rich man recorded Ye Xuan's painting process and posted it on a short video platform. Within 5 minutes, he received [-] likes.

"666666!"

"666666 +1!!"

"Strong, this is too strong!"

Su Mobai's face was very ugly. He was not only defeated, but he was also hung and beaten, or stepped on the ground. The biggest failure was that he had worked hard for 15 years and thought he was awesome. It's a joke itself.

"I lost, I lost, I really lost!"

Chu Jiangchuan knew it would have such an effect, but he didn't expect Ye Xuan not only to be superb in calligraphy, but also to be unparalleled in painting.

The strokes of the pen are shocking, and the writing is like a god.

About the effort of a cup of tea, a stunning work is created.

At this moment, Ye Xuan stood there, contemplating with frowned eyebrows. Everyone's eyes were dull, looking at this masterpiece, they were speechless.

Suddenly, Ye Xuan twisted the tip of the brush, moved it again, and for a moment a few lines of chic characters appeared on the paper.

The water is bright and sunny,
The mountains are empty and rainy is also strange.

If you want to make West Lake better than Xizi,
Light makeup is always suitable for heavy use.

In just 28 words, it seems that with the mist and rain of the West Lake, the grievances and grievances of the people, through the paper, rush to the face, and really write all the joys and sorrows of the world.

The 90-year-old Lin Tianshou wailed excitedly: "Genius! Peerless genius!"

"Being able to see the pinnacle of painting and calligraphy before dying is the only thing I can ask for in this life."

"Master Ye is not born in the sky, calligraphy is like a long night through the ages."

"Such paintings and calligraphy are the most important treasures of the country and can be handed down for thousands of years."

"The way of calligraphy is the most holy, and the way of painting is the most godly. Master Ye accepts my worship!"

Huang Baishi, Wang Daqian, Zhang Lanting, Lin Tianshou, each of them had eyes filled with raging flames!

too excited.

Suddenly, Zhou Xianlin's expression changed, his gaze was like a torch, and he walked in front of Ye Xuan step by step.

With a "pop", he fell to his knees.

"I beg Master Ye to accept me as an apprentice."

Immediately afterwards, Wang Daqian knelt down: "I beg Master Ye to accept me as a disciple."

Zhang Lanting knelt down: "I beg Master Ye to accept me as a disciple."

Huang Baishi knelt down: "I beg Master Ye to accept me as a disciple."

The 90-year-old Lin Tianshou tremblingly leaned on his crutches and bowed to the ground: "I beg Master Ye to accept me as a disciple."

(End of this chapter)