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If the "Drunken Chrysanthemum Picture" painted just now is reckless and eclectic, the movements are weird, fast, lightning, ingenious and natural, which is jaw-dropping and thrilling.Then, the "Ink Bamboo Picture" painted now is sluggish and tired, and the movements are like carrying a heavy stone.

It's even more unbelievable that people with such actions and pens are more vulgar than those who can't understand the language and ink.

These failed and thick ink marks were actually drawn by the Mr. Banqiao who had a wonderful and mysterious technique just now.This is not as good as a three-year-old child's scribbled graffiti. No matter what, everyone can't believe that this messy ink blot may become a shocking work.

Then the person who is drawing with a brush now is Mr. Banqiao who has a miraculous hand.

Looking at the skinny ink marks without the elegance and agility of ink bamboo, the ink marks on it are deep, alienated, mottled, and chaotic, and it is impossible to add any magical brush that brings back life to it.Seeing this, even the most confident Zheng Shuming couldn't help sweating his palms and felt that Xu Ziling had set everyone's hearts too high if he was not careful, he would break people down.

Zheng Shuming has an almost blind trust in Xu Ziling, although she doesn't know how Xu Ziling will bring the dead back to life.

But she believes that Xu Ziling will completely reverse everyone's ideas and opinions when everyone is most disappointed, and make everyone ashamed that they no longer trust his methods.

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

Zheng Rushi explained Wenlong, Fang Yimin, Song Yuhua and others suppressed the doubts in their hearts. They were unwilling to let this eccentric Mr. Banqiao tease him after expressing doubts about Xu Ziling's painting skills.These must have been his way of mocking the people.Although everyone didn't believe and couldn't imagine Xu Ziling's ability to turn decay into magic at this time, they didn't dare to doubt it.

On the snow-white rice paper, there are only a dozen skinny and dry ink marks, no image of bamboo, no branches and leaves fluttering in the wind, no ingenious techniques, just very slowly drawing chaotic ink marks of different sizes on the paper.The two pretty maids couldn't stand it any longer. At first they still looked at it with their temper because of Mr. Banqiao's great talent and strange name.There were setbacks before and I didn't dare to speak lightly, but after looking at it, it didn't look like a painting at all.

A pretty servant girl boldly asked: "Young master, is he practicing his pen? Do you want another piece of rice paper?"

She was a little clever and refused to say it outright, but made Xu Ziling step down by insinuating on the sidelines.

"Hehe." Xu Ziling burst out laughing upon hearing this.

But he didn't say much, didn't explain anything, just laughed.While drawing slowly on the snow-white rice paper, and drawing a few ink marks that made everyone think that the whole sticker was completely destroyed, everyone dared not look at it anymore.

Even if this sticker can turn decay into magic in the end, everyone still feels that they can't afford to spend their efforts to watch this Mr. Banqiao draw a picture, which is too uncomfortable.

He is simply torturing everyone's eyes and making everyone's hearts raise their hearts for him.

After drawing for a while, Fang Yimin thought of a way to pour wine for Xu Ziling to divert his attention.Stop this failed work.But making Xu Ziling refuse made everyone even more anxious.It's not surprising that the painting failed. Why bother to be so persistent?This Mr. Banqiao is too stubborn?At this time, Xie Wenlong was also thinking about how to smooth things over for a while so that everyone would not be embarrassed to speak.

At this moment, Xu Ziling's pen moves very lightly.

Different from the heavy burden just now, this extremely light and fluttering stroke draws a long ink line on the paper.

This uneven ink line showed a strange feeling, which made all the messy ink blots have a weird coordination.Although everyone still couldn't see it, but with this ink line, the hope in everyone's hearts was rekindled.It seems that this painting really has the possibility of being brought back to life.

Waiting for Xu Ziling's hand to draw out ink lines on the decadent and decadent ink marks, and then form twigs to extend around.

Everyone was almost suffocated watching, and they all held their breath, participating in the painting and watching the pen fall.Watching that painting coordinated little by little to form a strange and mysterious structure.Everyone felt that this kind of painting was simply unimaginable.

Waiting to draw a few strokes of light and agile ink line, Xu Ziling pressed down a heavy stroke on the white paper.It broke the balance of the whole painting and broke everyone's hearts. I felt that something that I had longed for in my heart was smashed to the ground like a loss. If the person who painted at this time was not the geek Zheng Banqiao But if someone else said it, I believe everyone would rush up and beat him up.

However, Xu Ziling seemed to let someone ravage enough of everyone's nerves to smear those irreparable heavy ink marks on the white space one after another, as if he would not stop until the painting was irreparably damaged.

It feels like hitting your head against a wall.

Song Yuhua frowns her black eyebrows, looks alternately happy and sometimes worried, very nervous, her palms can't help sweating slightly, and her heartbeat is several times faster than usual when the ancient well is calm.

She now understands that Mr. Banqiao did this on purpose. He may have disrupted the general painting process so that everyone can see what they least want to see, and then make another description later to make the whole painting look like a mockery to everyone. And the silent mouth of sex and learning.This person is so bad that it is simply arrogant.

For the first time in his life, Song Yuhua felt that he was being fooled by someone, and felt like wanting to punch someone with Xiaofen.

Xu Ziling seemed to feel the strange eyes of the people, suddenly stopped and turned around to look at the people one by one, as if they were very strange, but finally asked a pretty maid who looked at him with a little fear: "You come here. Are you saying that my son draws well?"

"Young Master's paintings are naturally good..." The pretty maid looked at the maid who said Xu Ziling practiced brushes just now, and said timidly: "But the little maid can't see it...don't be angry, sir..."

"You don't want to be angry until you can see what's good!" Xu Ziling laughed.He shook his head and didn't ask anyone, just turned around and drew lightly.Listening to Xu Ziling's tone, it seemed that these failed ink blots he drew were extremely profound and extraordinary. Everyone was amazed for a moment and then looked at each other in blank dismay, but no one could figure out what the mystery was, including Zheng Shiru, a madman from Henan.

However, as Xu Ziling flicked lightly beside those obscure ink marks, faint leaf-shaped ink marks began to appear, always a few leaves and leaves formed a small cluster beside the failed ink mark, and the small clusters were different in height up, down, left, and right. Waiting for a number of different manifestations, everyone was surprised to find that these things turned out to be bamboo leaves.

One leaf and two leaves are not alike at all, but when they echo, they are wonderful and natural.

No matter which leaf is added, these leaves will be defaulted and the image of this leaf will be greatly reduced.As a result, it became a failure, but it happened to be no more, no less, and the weight was appropriate. Once echoed, the bamboo leaves were born in clusters like nature, with front and back, thick and light, large and small.Mo Na, who failed just now, became the most charming Zhu Ye, full of energy and proud in front of others.

Then lightly draw one or two ink lines to form twigs connected to the ink stains at the bottom of the ink brush, and a clump of ink bamboo gradually appears in front of people. There is a feeling that the closer a person walks into the painting, the more complete the painting will be.

Before the whole painting was completed, the atmosphere of the crowd did not dare to be revealed.

Those who failed to the extreme became inkblots.After Xu Ziling counted the ink clusters of different shades, they turned into jagged rocks accompanied by bamboo, which made the bamboo have a strong character and the stone has a clear and strange contrast.

After Xu Ziling flicked lightly and added a few ink brushes that were so faint that the shape could hardly be seen clearly, the whole painting of ink bamboo suddenly came alive.It seems that there is a kind of light wind blowing, and the ink bamboo is constantly shaking and tugging.The leaves spread out and the branches shake the bamboo, but the roots are still standing on the stone.There is a kind of rustic and proud character rushing towards the face.Everyone was ecstatic in their hearts at this time, but they still didn't dare to praise.Xu Ziling was frightened and tossed again, making himself vomit blood.

Xu Ziling casually tapped the last pen in the painting and wrote a poem in the spare space.

The vacancy makes the whole painting become full and clear as soon as these lines of ink are filled.Like a girl who is white all over the body, the small lotus in the sky walks among the rivers and lakes in the south of the Yangtze River with her bare hands lightly, but with an extra umbrella in hand, the whole world becomes lively. There is no wind and rain, but it is slightly gentle in the hearts of the people, adding to the joy in my heart. .

"Stay firm on the green hills and don't let go. The roots are originally in the broken rocks. After thousands of blows, you will still be strong and let the east, west, south, north wind prevail."

Song Yuhua chanted softly with the voice of Shuyu that she had been shaking her head and sighing, her bright eyes were almost drooping with tears.

When Xu Ziling's big seal was stamped, the painting changed again, Ruo Bimei had a feeling of wearing a pair of mandarin duck and pink embroidered shoes on the barefoot beauty in the mist and rain.

Zheng Shiru almost cried.

He never thought that painting bamboo could achieve such a miraculous state.

If any one of them is a failure, but once it is echoed, it becomes a stunning scene, no matter whether it is increased or decreased by half, it cannot be a painting, and it cannot be completely natural.It can be said that this picture of black bamboo will not resemble any bamboo in the world, but they are most like the bamboo in people's minds.In the deepest part of the human heart, bamboo is like this.

Or people's ideal bamboo is like this.

This painting of bamboo is thin and straight, standing upright and straight into the sky.

Each of his leaves has a different expression. The ink color and water spirit are thick and light, which vividly expresses the texture of bamboo.

In terms of composition, the positional relationship between bamboo and stone and the text of the inscription are very harmonious and ingenious. If any one is missing, it will cause immeasurable loss to the whole picture.In particular, the poetic and picturesque soul directly points to people's hearts, which makes people deeply feel the slender and rusty character of bamboo, which is weak but strong.

The beauty of carnation is more appropriate and has another style.

Although this clump of bamboo will not be the bamboo anywhere in the world, it is the most ideal phantom in the hearts of everyone.

Xu Ziling was full of excitement, he laughed, threw down the pen in his hand, smiled slightly at Zheng Shuming, who came back first, the two of them looked at each other, each had their own intentions, Xu Ziling snatched the flagon from Fang Yimin's hand with one hand, and returned it with the other. Zheng Shiru, who was immersed in the painting and couldn't extricate himself, forcibly pulled him away who lost his heart and soul.

Xie Wenlong didn't realize that he was immersed in the sea of ​​joy, he was completely moved by the success of his plan.

Fang Yimin, who had waited for him to wake up for a long time, reminded Xu Ziling and Zheng Shiru that they had already left the castle, so he sighed again.And Song Yuhua has been watching the painting of ink and bamboo, Su Su's hands are trembling slightly, and the melancholy in his eyes is deeper.

Zheng Shuming stayed by Song Yuhua's side all the time, and waited for Song Yuhua to recover for a long time before patting her on the shoulder and gently comforting Song Yuhua, which made Song Yuhua feel happy when she heard it, but then shook her head lightly.

When Xu Ziling and Zheng Shi were like this, they walked on the street recklessly. The two drank together.

The sky is getting dark, the setting sun is half-set, the sky is full of dark clouds, the wind is rustling, and the cold air is approaching.

Xu Ziling didn't realize it, even though he laughed and invited Zheng Shiru shoulder to shoulder, he walked casually.

Their direction is Sanhualou, a brothel that is as famous as Shanglinyuan in Chang'an.