Taoyuan Mountain Village

Chapter 863 Ink Painting

"All things painting magic, coupled with this thing, should be able to reach a more magical point."

Jiang Xiaoye waved and rolled up the golden thatch drawing paper, and his figure disappeared in a flash.

Miles of mountains and rivers?

If you want to be shocked, it is not enough to rely on thousands of miles of mountains and rivers. What needs to be added!

The firecrackers and laughter in Yushan Village continued. On the way Jiang Xiaoye came, he saw Xiao Hei sniffing his nose and smelling the delicious delicacies made by various households in the village, turning his head to consider which one to eat.

Now Xiao Hei has no problem eating Baijia Fan. The animals raised by Jiang Xiaoye are better treated than each.

Xiao Hui, who took the dog pen and the bell, looked much gentler. Seeing Jiang Xiaoye's eyes changed, he wagged his tail to keep up, jingling "jingle bells".

"Wow!"

Xiao Hei rushed to the village suddenly, not knowing who smelled something he likes to eat.

"Go!"

Jiang Xiaoye smiled and patted Xiao Hui's head.

Xiao Hui topped Dingjiang Xiaoye, and chased Xiao Hei with the sound of bells.

The villa at home is too big and there are many rooms. Posting couplets is a headache. Taotao and Er Niu are playing outside holding candies. Li Lan, Chu Shiyuan, and grandma are posting couplets.

Jiang Yunshan is entertaining guests.

"Xiao Ye has liked drawing since he was a child, but I didn't expect him to be so talented. He writes and writes as well. He writes the couplets every year, but the ones he wrote before looked much neater than they are now. Like flying, if you write seriously, you can write better!"

Jiang Yunshan is bragging. Jiang Xiaoye, who has come back, has no idea when he likes to paint. This hobby was only developed after college. As for writing, he is forced to write every year. Who wants to write couplets without problems?

"Who did you learn the word from?"

Mr. Mei just wanted to know who it was and who could teach such a disciple. He knew all the calligraphy masters, but he was not so good?

Didn't the whole calligraphy circle brag about teaching such a disciple?

The successor is something older people like to brag about.

"Who did you learn from?" Jiang Yunshan thought for a while: "I don't know this. Didn't I learn Chinese calligraphy when I was in elementary school? I didn't hear of him studying when I was in college. I only knew that he had studied painting for a while Painting, this brush calligraphy is all made by myself. By the way, Mr. Mei, what do you think of my son?"

Jiang Yunshan picked up a blessing and asked Mr. Mei.

"Of course it's a good word! In elementary school? Thinking about it? How is this possible?" No calligraphy teacher?

That's right, how come calligraphy everyone is here in this place?

"I was drawn by drawing and painting, and it suddenly happened. I haven't learned it much. It should be because I learned ink painting with me. Let's go out and paint. You can't let go of this painting in this room."

Jiang Xiaoye came, took the golden thatch drawing paper, and handed the drawing paper to President Qian by the way.

President Qian felt his hands sink, and at the same time found that the thing was warm, and said in surprise: "What is this?"

"Golden thatch drawing paper, this is a special paper, tougher than cowhide, let's go out and paint." Jiang Xiaoye gestured outside, then went upstairs and brought down some supplies for ink painting.

"Master Jiang, the best ink brush and inkstone are prepared on the car, we will prepare it for you!"

Bai Xingchen was overjoyed and went out immediately.

"Okay!" Jiang Xiaoye put down his things.

Ye Feng was rubbing the golden thatch paper with President Qian, completely wondering what it was.

"Golden thatch drawing paper? Tougher than cowhide?"

"It's a bit heavy, it seems a bit long!"

It was a bit long. After I went out, I chose to stick it up on the wall. The yard at home was large and half of the wall was almost full.

"This is a painting? This twelve-meter painting? Is this too exaggerated?" The whole golden thatch drawing paper was unfolded, and everyone was surprised at once.

President Qian looked at Jiang Xiaoye and said, "Mr. Jiang, are you doubling this size?"

Is this too big?

"Too small and not enough, isn't it? Ink painting, isn't it?" Mountain God's splashing ink, Jiang Xiaoye comprehends most thoroughly.

"Yes, ink painting, Master Jiang, how long will you be able to paint? We will have to go back at noon tomorrow at the latest."

Bai Xingchen originally thought that Jiang Xiaoye would paint a smaller one, who knew that he would have doubled the size of the previous one!

"It's two o'clock now, before five o'clock, it will take two and a half hours, after all, it's a bit big."

Jiang Xiaoye brushed the golden thatch drawing paper with his hand, and the drawing paper immediately clung to the flat wall. For a moment, it seemed to be attached to it.

"Two and a half hours?"

"Two and a half?"

"This……"

No one cared about the magic of this golden thatch paper, but was frightened by Jiang Xiaoye's words and finished painting in two and a half hours?

"If you only talk about landscape painting, two hours is enough, but landscape painting doesn't add much to it, but there is no shock."

Jiang Xiaoye looked at the ink pens and was ready to start.

There are many ink paintings, Jiang Xiaoye picked up a plate of ink.

"Master Jiang, can I record video?"

Qiu Yu hurriedly asked, you know that when Jiang Xiaoye was painting before, he never cared about this, just toss about it, and I paint mine.

"Yes!" Jiang Xiaoye nodded.

"Xiao Ye, are you good at painting? Seriously!" Even though he knew that his son was good at painting, although he didn't understand it, Jiang Yunshan still felt that his son had to do something shocking, and it seemed very difficult.

Jiang Yunshan couldn't help but remind.

"I know, it's very simple, so hurry up and follow the couplet."

With all things painting magic in hand, Jiang Xiaoye was very swollen.

"Don't worry!" Jiang Yunshan wants to see his son show off his power, Mei Lao has come to ask for painting, and the president of China Painting and Calligraphy Association, how good is his son now?

Qiu Yu came and started video recording.

Jiang Xiaoye shook his hand, and the ink on the plate flew up, at the same time he waved his hand and splashed ink!

In the middle area, a piece of ink suddenly appeared. The strange thing is that the shape is like mountains and rivers. Jiang Xiaoye's pen is like dragons and snakes, quickly changing the shape details of these inks!

"So fast!"

The first time Mei Lao saw Jiang Xiaoye painting, he couldn't help being surprised. He had seen too many masters and even great masters painting. How could he have such a speed?

Mountains and mountains, Cangmu forest, a red sun slowly rises in the central area!

"Does our son still have this ability?" Li Lan and Chu Shiyuan also came, and they were taken aback when they saw Jiang Xiaoye painting.

"Is this our son?"

Jiang Yunshan couldn't help muttering too, the two scumbags gave birth to a mutation?

too fast!