The most bullish Taoist temple in history

Chapter 345, chick, swan

By noon, many men in suits came to the Taoist temple.

These people wore black sunglasses, suits and leather shoes, and they were full of cards.

The men in suits held the four treasures of the study, pens, inks, papers and inkstones in their hands.

Lai Xinghui was at the gazebo, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

The pilgrims who came and went did not dare to approach the pavilion. First, they were intimidated by Lai Xinghui's aura. Second, many people recognized that the person in front of them was a local master of traditional Chinese painting.
The name of the master is well-deserved.

"If today's incident gets out, you will be ruined, and my father-in-law's status will not be shaken in any way. On the contrary, the painting made on the spot under questioning will be surrounded by more people." Zhang Shao looked helplessly. Li Yu, who was drinking porridge, wondered why he was so big-hearted.

At the small table, Fang Hua, Li Huan, Xiao Hei, and the three of them sat together in a group, extremely harmonious, without any intention of paying attention to the menacing visitors from outside.

Li Yu herself did the same, and even yawned out of boredom, saying perfunctorily.

"How should I put it, I am the kind of person who despises the enemy strategically and values ​​the enemy tactically."

"Then what tactics do you have?"

"Look at his paintings." Li Yu said with great interest, "Actually, I'm really curious about what Master Lai can draw."

"You don't know how to Baidu? Just search his name and you will know how strong he is." Zhang Shao said seriously.

"It's impossible to understand the soul and flavor of the painting through the screen." Li Yu shook his head.

This made Zhang Shao's face ashen, he turned his head and said.

"Why are you still struggling with your so-called soul theory? A good-looking painting is good-looking, and ugly is ugly. There is no such thing as a soul or not a soul."

Li Yu's performance made Zhang Shao think of Secondary School.
Stubbornly adhering to his so-called theory, regardless of the actual situation.

Li Yu ignored Zhang Shao, just closed his eyes and meditated.

Soon, those masters who were originally invited by Lai Xinghui to endorse were also excited. They could see the birth of Master Lai's famous paintings in person, and it would be honorable to say it.

"Hey, if I can see Master Lai painting with my own eyes, my value will definitely soar. After all, I am the one who has witnessed Master Lai."

"That's right, don't say you can learn two hands, even if you don't learn two hands, it will be nice to spread the word."

"We really have to thank this calf's nose. Although a little stunned, it has indeed benefited us. Master Lai's authentic work, I'm really curious about it."

"That's why Master Lai's son just doesn't know how to use resources. It's a waste to draw sketches even though he has a father who is a master of traditional Chinese painting."

There was a rustling sound, Lai Xinghui meditating with his eyes closed, men in suits grinding ink on their behalf.

At noon, Lai Xinghui opened his eyes.

The sun is shining, and the spirit is at its peak.

"Today I was shocked to hear that the master of the Taoist temple questioned the old man's painting skills, so I made this painting with the theme of the master of the Taoist temple."

Lai Xinghui stretched out his hand, and the book boy in a suit next to him handed over the brush.

The pen moves like a dragon and a snake——

The originally skinny hand covered with spots and wrinkles changed back to its youthful state the moment it held the brush.

Everyone fell silent, unable to move due to the power of this first stroke.

what is this.
What a guru.

This is the master!
Those in the industry who were brought in by Lai Xinghui even had the urge to give up thinking.

"It's too strong, I couldn't even breathe for a while." Zhang Shao was dazed for a moment, this was the first time she saw her father-in-law painting.

It turns out that this is the artist.
The brush strokes splash ink on the rice paper, and the ink splashes down with a wave of the big hand.

Burnt, thick, heavy, light, clear.

The black ink of a single color forms various shapes under Lai Xinghui's strokes.

Thick ink, light ink, dry ink, black and white gray three colors, with different shades, gradually formed.

It only belongs to the essence of landscape ink painting, and the charm that cannot be imitated by other painting methods such as sketching.

For an hour, two hours, no one dared to speak, but quietly watched Lai Xinghui gradually form the painting under his brush.

After two and a half hours, finally, Lai Xinghui exhaled a foul breath, and finally wrote his signature and stamped his name on it.

painted.

"Yu Daochang, this painting was created with you as the center, so I won't come out to take a look." Lai Xinghui's voice sounded full of anger.

Li Yu stood up, actually quite curious about the painting made by this master of traditional Chinese painting.

As soon as he went out, Li Yu could feel the piercing eyes and rustling sounds from the surroundings.

It probably means that I have been used as a stepping stone by Master Lai, and let Master Lai explore the peak again with this painting
Those celebrities invited by Master Lai are waiting to watch the show with great interest.

"To be honest, I really have to thank you for giving me this opportunity." Lai Xinghui gently wiped the sweat stains on his forehead with a handkerchief, and said lightly: "I haven't tried it for a long time, and I draw with emotion. I really feel that in the past, in the studio, the paintings I drew were not even one percent as good as the painting in front of me. Sure enough, it is better to paint with emotions. The feeling of dripping on the drawing paper is really fascinating."

Joyful, comfortable, Li Yu could feel that Lai Xinghui was really thankful, grateful, the old man in front of him, when he looked at his painting, his feelings were pure and wonderful.

Grateful, I let him be able to burst out the paintings he drew with emotions.

At least from the perspective of dedication and professionalism, Li Yu felt that Master Lai Xinghui was truly worthy of the name of a master.

"Supreme Heavenly Venerable, before that poor Daoist, congratulate Master Lai for re-entering a good state."

"Hehe, thanks for the compliment." Lai Xinghui put his hands on his back, accepting Li Yu's compliment calmly.

Zhang Shao on the side looked at Li Yu and sighed, "Oh, what's the use of being subdued now? The painting has already been drawn, and you have become a laughing stock. But should I also thank him, after all Without him, the painting in front of me would not have been born, and I would not have been able to see what real art is."

At this point, Zhang Shao could see the difference between Lai Xinghui's paintings and the paintings her husband painted at home.

This difference is a world-shattering——

Li Yu came to the front of the painting and saw that the painting with wet ink in front of him was gradually solidifying under the sunlight. It was this state of gradual solidification, dry and wet, that gave people a dreamlike reality.
This painting, at this time, is at its peak.

In the picture, there are two birds.

The little bird with its wings folded looks up on the ground, and the big bird hovering in the sky under the scorching sun screams up to the sky.

Big characters in the letter——

Chaffinches, and swans.

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(End of this chapter)