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??For Jiang Xiaoye, when painting, it has no impact at all if he is distracted.
Because, the magic of painting all things is a magic for fighting.
Afraid of being disturbed?
What a joke!
"What, why are you calling me uncle?" Zhao Wuliu looked at President Qian and said, "Are you pretending to be young? How much younger am I?"
President Qian¡¯s face turned dark.
It¡¯s live broadcast, you stinky hooligan!
"What's the difference between oil painting and oil paint?" Zhao Wuliu gestured to Jiang Xiaoye and then looked at President Qian.
Qian Hui breathed a sigh of relief, having no problem talking to himself, and said quickly: "Oil painting is one of the main types of Western painting. It is an art form that uses some pigments prepared from oil, on canvas, linen, cardboard and wooden boards. For painting, oil paint also contains oily pigments. The intersection range of the two is different. Oil paint is divided into oil paint, general oil paint, and general oil paint"
He couldn¡¯t talk any more. At this moment, Jiang Xiaoye was holding a paint board in one hand and a paintbrush in the other, just painting like crazy. The first thing he painted was the houses in Yushan Village, with a mixture of distant and close views.
Lamy was quickly adjusting other paint boards, looking up from time to time to see Jiang Xiaoye painting.
A breath of charm has appeared!
With the flow of clouds and flowing water, Jiang Xiaoye felt that this state was getting better and better. The art of painting all things had reached the level of proficiency, and he was quickly approaching the old mountain god's original ink and wash army.
In about ten minutes, a scene has been formed. The unique temperature of the golden thatch makes the oil paint dry faster, and the connotation of aura makes it appear lifelike.
"This is" Lamy's movements stopped and he looked at the mysterious auras in shock. He has special cultivation. Although he is not very strong, his vision in this area is still very high!
Becoming a spirit?
The previous creation shocked him, but the aura that appeared now made him seem to have encountered some special spiritual monsters, but this was painted!
He had seen it with his own eyes. The divine dragon inside, the mountains and rivers of thousands of miles, had this feeling, but now, this feeling surprised him even more.
"My painting skills are similar to yours, and I can learn from them. Your method is also very spiritual. You can see it in Heike's redemption. Please paint more when you have nothing to do."
Jiang Xiaoye saw that Lamy was fascinated and explained it to him.
"Yes! Thank you, Dean Jiang, for your guidance!"
Lamy respects him even more.
"Just watch, I can adjust the dye myself." Jiang Xiaoye knew that this kind of opportunity was rare for Lamy, so he simply let him watch and adjust the dye himself. He wouldn't waste much time adjusting it.
"good!"
Lamy immediately put down the dye in his hand and stared at the painting carefully.
The little owl flapped its wings and flew over. It looked at Jiang Xiaoye and wanted to land on his shoulder. The eyelids of the group of people jumped as they were afraid of bumping into Jiang Xiaoye's hand and making a mistake.
?? There can be no mistakes in ghost-level works.
"What are you doing? No more cuddling?" Why did this little guy come out in broad daylight? Noisy by the sound of firecrackers and gongs and drums?
"Huhuwu~" The little guy gestured to his belly, flapped his wings, and then stretched his big head to look at the dye board in Jiang Xiaoye's hand.
"My hands are dirty, wait until I go back to feed you, okay? There is delicious food in the kitchen, go and eat some."
Jiang Xiaoye hit the little guy with his head.
The little owl tilted its head and thought for a moment, then flapped its wings and left.
"Sure enough, Dean Jiang is not afraid of being disturbed at all. Under such circumstances, he can actually continue painting without slowing down. It feels like"
"machine?"
"Yes, that's the feeling, but compared to robots, this speed is simply terrifying, but I feel a ghost-level work appearing!"
"Is one point useful? It's amazing!"
"I have long heard that Dean Jiang is close to animals. Sure enough, he can actually communicate with animals. Is that an owl?"
The painters present were stunned.
The reporters were recording, and the staff of the Chinese Painting and Calligraphy Association were also recording.
The same is true for foreign reporters, but no one got too close for fear of disturbing Jiang Xiaoye. Even Jiang Zhenzhen stayed away for fear of disturbing Jiang Xiaoye's painting.
Even some ancient martial arts masters came.
"This is integrating the technique into the painting."An old monk whispered.
"In ancient times, there was a legend about the God who scattered beans and became soldiers. Maybe this is a similar method? I felt the aura flowing like a formation, and it actually blended into the painting. It's scary!"
A great bright monk from the west, with golden light flashing in his eyes, was evolving into a painting in front of Jiang Xiaoye.
"I once heard that Master Jiang learned the magical art of painting all things. It is an immortal art passed down from the Eastern Mountain God. The ancient mountain god is said to be a Heavenly Lord. Heavenly Lord In this era when there are not many extraordinary people, who can step on it? Take this step?"
¡°One person can intimidate a whole battlefield, only Master Jiang!¡±
The vision of ancient martial arts masters is far beyond that of these painters. They can see many problems that these people cannot see at a glance. After all, there are old antiques here that have lived for hundreds of years.
"What a beautiful painting!" A county leader went over to take a look and exclaimed in admiration.
Chen Cheng smiled and said: "Of course, Xiao Ye is now the world's number one ghost-level painter. Even Mr. Lamy admires him so much, even worships him, so there is no need for us to praise him."
At Jiang Xiaoye¡¯s level, he really doesn¡¯t need to be praised by laymen like them.
In the village, what is more festive are the children, who are almost overjoyed to eat. Such activities can make the children open their hearts, and it can also be regarded as an enlightenment.
Here comes Li Huiyu, a thirty-six-year-old teacher. Life in the countryside makes her no longer look young.
"***!"
¡°*** is here, here, here!¡±
"Welcome ***, have you brought Xiaoye's paintings? ***You are rich!"
"Look at the painting!"
There were only a few teachers in the past who taught in Daliucun. One teacher held several teaching positions, including math teacher, art teacher, and music teacher. Li Huiyu took on all the duties by herself.
There were few children at that time, and there were only seven or eight teachers in one school.
"It's so lively here. I found the paintings of classmate Jiang Xiaoye, and also found the paintings of classmate Dahan. I didn't understand what you said on the phone. Even the secretary of our village was so anxious that he drove the car in person. The car brought me here, what¡¯s going on?¡±
Li Huiyu is a little confused. She has been living a very hard life in recent years because her husband died of illness. She has a thirteen-year-old child who is now studying at the Super Academy in Yushan Village. She can farm at home with peace of mind. .
"***."
Jiang Xiaoye saw Li Huiyu coming, put down the dye and brush, wiped his hands and walked over. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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