The strongest Taoist priest: the beginning is a fairy

Chapter 41, write like a god
"Professor Wang, what do you think?" "Ah"

Professor Wang suddenly came back to his senses.

He found that he was also attracted by the calligraphy and painting.

"A bamboo character." Professor Wang looked at the calligraphy and painting and said in astonishment: "Is this calligraphy and painting an antique?"

"Antique?" Zhang Mengmeng had a weird expression, and it was clearly marked in the circle of friends that it was a calligraphy and painting that had just been baked, so how could it be an antique.

"Although the artist's skill is somewhat biased, this is an antique calligraphy and painting."

"How do you know the professor?"

"How should I put it, this is an intuition of appreciating calligraphy and painting for many years." Professor Wang touched his chin and said, "Intuition for many years, ancient paintings and paintings by modern people will have a different feeling. It feels very mysterious. You can understand it as the traces left by the years, or you can understand that some ancient people have a spirit that our modern people do not have. The calligraphy and paintings they made are different from the new paintings. "

"For example, Wang Xizhi, Wang Wei, Tang Bohu, Zhao Mengfu, etc. Their calligraphy and painting are superb, but the most attractive thing is the 'soul' in the calligraphy and painting."

"According to my experience, this should be an ancient painting with hundreds of years of history, and it is the kind made by a famous artist, but the paper is so new, and the ink on it does not seem to have dried up."

Professor Wang was a little dazed. He couldn't fix the calligraphy and paintings he appreciated.

Is this an antique?Or is it not an antique?
Professor Wang said.

"Also, the thing that makes me most strange about this painting"

"What is it?"

"He gave me a kind. It seems that the words in this painting are about to pop out, as if they have vitality." Professor Wang is a little contradictory, which is exactly the same as the calligraphy and painting of those ancient celebrities.

"Yes, yes, professor, I feel the same as me!" Zhang Mengmeng was shocked, it turned out that she was not the only one who was attracted by the calligraphy and painting.

Zhang Mengmeng was most shocked by the feeling that the word 'bamboo' in the painting was about to pop out by itself.

"Where is this painting?"

"If there are no accidents, it should be Xiangmen Mountain. Taixuguan, I know the Taoist priest there. He looks very young and very magical."

"Can you send me this picture?"

"Professor Wang? Of course."

"Can I show it on the school's official account?"

"Wait, I'll ask."

Zhang Mengmeng hurriedly asked Li Wei on WeChat.

Compared with many young geniuses who can't read back, Li Wei respects the friends on the opposite side of WeChat.

Li Wei has always been indifferent to such things as being displayed on the school's official account.

"He said yes."

"Um"

Professor Wang uploaded the photo to the school's official account, titled it as 'Bamboo' and signed it.

"Signature, his name?"

Zhang Mengmeng said that he still remembered Li Wei's Taoist name.

"Signature, please write clearly."

"to make."

When Professor Wang put it on the official account, it didn't cause much disturbance. After all, Professor Wang often put students' calligraphy and paintings on the official account, let alone just a word.

Soon, however, people's attention
"This word is so weird. I obviously think his writing is not very good, but it feels like it was written by a famous master."

"Yes, it feels like there is a strange charm in it."

"I'm a little curious, this word has a little 'meaning' in it."

"I feel like I can write better than him, but I definitely don't feel that way."

"It doesn't feel like it. It's just an ordinary word. What's so magical about it?"

"The boar upstairs eats chaff and doesn't know how to appreciate it. It's a good word. You understand everything you know, and you don't understand what you don't understand. If we tell you what we understand, we won't understand it, and you won't understand it even if we tell you."

"Damn, I've understood everything for you."

For a while, the word 'bamboo' set off a small upsurge of discussion on the official account of the school.

Some people think that this must be the masterpiece of an old famous artist, some people think that this is an ancient calligraphy and painting processed with modern technology, and some people think that this is a high school student's calligraphy.

Some people can see the long-standing charm in this ancient painting, and some people think that this is the same thing, and it is not as mysterious as so many comments.

But no matter what, this strange picture of "bamboo" caused a lot of discussion in the school.

After Li Wei put down his phone, he was also observing his own calligraphy and painting.

After taking a breath of fairy air, the whole calligraphy and painting gave people a different feeling. The bamboo characters on it seemed to come alive, and the paper decorated with ink and wash seemed to jump out of the paper.

Just when Li Wei was about to observe, the aura of incense and incense came leisurely that day.

These incense spirits poured directly into the bamboo.

A mouthful of fairy aura, a mouthful of incense, at this time a phantom ink bamboo grew directly from the calligraphy and painting!

"Fuck!"

Li Wei looked at the black bamboo growing out of the paper, and was stunned.

The paper is made of soil, and the paper is broken. It is not high, only 1.6 meters long, showing a translucent state.

The painting style is also different from ordinary bamboo, it is in the style of translucent ink painting.

The small black bamboo rises, which is a bit more illusory than the real bamboo, but also a bit ethereal in the style of landscape painting.

Just like the two-dimensional painting is presented in three dimensions, it has a strange beauty.

At this moment, the black bamboo is absorbing the power of incense and fire floating in the distance, and is growing slowly
Writing down the pen becomes black bamboo, inhaling the incense and making the wish grow long.

"Can it still be like this?"

Li Wei was stunned and wanted to try again.

Write another bamboo character, a breath of fairy air is blown on it, but it no longer grows, it is very different from the black bamboo that seems to have its own life.

Even the sense of mastery of a master has been completely eliminated.

It seems that there is only one authentic copy of the character "Bamboo" written by Li Wei himself, and it is useless to infuse it with immortal energy afterwards.

"Damn it, I thought I could switch to calligraphy and painting to make money and eat pork ribs."

Li Wei suddenly felt a little dull. At first, he thought that his calligraphy and painting could draw Dashi's style.

As a result, this 'big wet' style seems to be a one-off, and only the first authentic copy is valid.

Facing the illusory ink bamboo that could absorb the power of incense and fire, Li Wei didn't know how to arrange it at first, but then he came up with a whim.

It just so happened that the tree in the backyard died, so let's plant the black bamboo there, anyway, he can absorb the incense and wish to grow by himself.

(End of this chapter)