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“It’s an exaggeration to run out of 200 million viewers early in the morning…”

Yang Jian sighed, and also guessed that it should be the sensation caused by the excavation of the Fuchun Mountain Residence Map.

But before Yang Jian could react, the reward given by the system also arrived.

“Ding! The host successfully completes the task, and the system rewards Huang Gongwang’s god-level calligraphy and painting skills! ”

“Hint: Synthesis can be performed between the same skills, may I ask if the host synthesizes?”

“Synthesis!”

Yang Jian is looking forward to the fact that these two calligraphy and painting techniques will be combined into what skills.

“Ding! Congratulations to the host, who has obtained the painting skills of Saint Wu Daozi, all the paintings made by the host will produce spirituality! ”

“Can my paintings still produce spirituality?!”

Yang Jian’s eyes widened suddenly.

On the previous side, Li Ranxun also told them that paintings have spirits, and now he has obtained the skills of paintings with spirits, which is really in place!

The original sleepiness has dissipated by this time.

Yang Jian couldn’t wait to see what kind of spirituality his paintings would produce.

“Waiter, do you have rice paper and brushes here?”

Yang Jianyi came to the front desk of the hotel and asked the young waiter.

The waiter shook his head, ordinary hotels will not stock these things.

However, Li Ranxun, Xu Mingjun and other archaeological staff who were originally preparing to come back to catch up on sleep happened to meet Yang Jian at this time.

“Researcher Yang, do you want rice paper and brushes?”

Xu Mingjun asked a little strangely.

Yang Jian nodded, if the hotel did not have it, his own attempt was estimated to be ruined.

“Xiao Jing, didn’t you bring some rice paper and pens in your suitcase? Go and bring it to Researcher Yang to use. ”

Xu Mingjun turned to Mingjing and said.

He knew that his disciple was not only a graduate student of cultural relics, but also a lover of Chinese painting, and he would always take these things with him when he went far away.

Ming Jing nodded, but she was a little surprised, not understanding why Yang Jian wanted these things.

“Researcher Yang, this is to paint?”

Xu Mingjun had seen Yang Jian’s improved imitation with his own eyes at the cultural relics exchange exhibition, and he naturally understood how superb Yang Jian’s painting skills were.

Although I don’t know why Yang Jian came to paint early in the morning, I am still looking forward to Yang Jian’s paintings.

Yang Jian nodded again, but it was a little unexpected to hear that Ming Jing had a complete set of painting tools here.

“Mr. Yang, you wait a moment, I’ll go get it for you.”

The few people present, except for Xu Mingjun who had seen Yang Jian painting with his own eyes, did not know that Yang Jian could paint.

Especially Li Ranxun, in his impression, Yang Jian is a junior who is amazing in the cultural relics world, with very strong archaeological professional ability, but he did not know that Yang Jian could even paint.

Thinking about it this way, he also developed a strong curiosity about Yang Jian’s paintings.

Soon, Ming Jing took all her painting tools.

Yang Jian did not delay, directly he spread out the rice paper, and began to dance the dragon flying phoenix.

At first, everyone at the scene just had a lively attitude.

They had seen Yang Jian’s professional grasp of cultural relics, so they were also curious about what kind of level Yang Jian’s paintings were.

As a result, the moment they saw Yang Jian pick up the pen, they knew that Yang Jian’s painting skills were far from being so simple.

Yang Jian picked up the pen and walked in a wide opening and closing trend, first describing the vast vista.

So the moment he started, a majestic aura lingered in the hearts of all the onlookers.

“This feeling… Never before…”

Yang Jian only depicted the magnificent vista in a moment, and this majestic artistic conception was produced, which made the viewers not marvel.

Ming Jing stood in place at this time, she was already shocked beyond words.

As a lover of Chinese painting, she is also proficient in Chinese painting, and even the many doors in it are very clear.

And when she saw Yang Jian’s posture of lifting the pen and the ink pen of the open volume, she was immediately shocked.

Because of this style, Ming Jing has only seen it when some top masters of the art world paint.

And the carving of this posture requires at least half a lifetime of precipitation to grasp well.

But Yang Jian in front of him, he is only in his early twenties!

Everyone continued to watch, and the more they looked, the more shocked they became!

This painting is a Chinese painting! Why is Yang Jian’s painting speed faster than copying books!

Shouldn’t Chinese painting be meticulously crafted!

But Yang Jian in front of him was writing the wind, and the movements on his hands were getting faster and faster!

Subsequently, Xu Mingjun once again saw the picture of Yang Jian holding his pen with both hands.

This is Yang Jian’s second time painting with both hands after the cultural relics exchange exhibition.

Although Xu Mingjun passed by, where had others seen this kind of painting posture.

Therefore, even Academician Li Ranxun swallowed a mouthful of spit with difficulty when he saw Yang Jian’s pen with both hands.

In today’s art world, there are no more than five people who can paint with both hands! And each of them is a temple-level master!

And holding a pen with both hands can have Yang Jian’s speed, not at all!

At this time, Yang Jian’s hands had already danced on the rice paper.

In the unknown outsiders, Yang Jian seemed to be dancing chaotically.

However, the onlookers saw that there were more and more pen and ink on the rice paper, and the paintings were slowly taking shape.

Yang Jian had no distractions at this time, only the painting in his eyes, in fact, the moment he started to write, the painting had already been displayed in his mind.

What he has to do is to move the work in his mind to rice paper.

“Is this the painting technique of painting Saint Wu Daozi?”

Yang Jian couldn’t help but marvel at himself, but the movements on his hands did not slow down in the slightest.

Four and a half minutes!

This time, it only took four and a half minutes, five minutes faster than the last time, and a formed painting was still displayed in front of everyone.

After Yang Jian added the last bit of ink to the painting, in an instant, a strange phenomenon occurred.

I saw the picture scroll above, mapping. A faint yellow glow.

The onlookers, at this time, seemed to see the afterglow of the setting sun, sprinkled on their faces, and even felt a warm breath from it.

Then, a whistling whirring whirring wind sounded in everyone’s ears, a breeze caressed their cheeks, and the bangs on Mingjing’s head were also disturbed by the wind blowing from the scroll at this time.

This vision lasted for a full minute before slowly dissipating.

At this time, everyone present also slowly came back to their senses.

“What just happened? I seem to see the sunset at the time….”

Ming Jing said.

Xu Mingjun was also surprised:

“I saw it too…. And… And the feeling of a fresh breeze…”

“This is… This is…”

Li Ranxun kept shaking his head, his face full of horror:

“This is… The painting has a spirit! ”

“This is a painting with a spirit!”

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