The most bullish Taoist temple in history

Chapter 347, Frightening Hong Youlong

"You haven't studied ink painting at all, have you? You haven't even studied the use of brushes systematically and seriously. It's just this level. It's really like what you said. You don't know anything about painting." Lai Xinghui sighed and said: "Originally If you just apologize to me, the matter will be exposed, and now you have ended up being spurned by everyone, you brought it on yourself, you can't let others do it."

Li Yu ignored Lai Xinghui and lightly waved the brush in his hand.

The first stroke, falling gently.

That's all.

Drawing a parabola, all the ink in the ink box was splashed on the white jade pillars in the Taoist temple in an irregular manner.

Seeing this, Lai Xinghui shook his head, and when he was about to turn around and leave, the people behind him suddenly exclaimed.

"Look, what is this?"

"This painting is moving by itself!"

The painting is moving?
Move yourself.

Lai Xinghui looked puzzled, turned around and looked, his face suddenly became dull, and he looked at it with disbelief.

"What is this?"

The splashed ink on the white jade pillar seemed to be alive, squirming and splashing around.

Thick ink and light color, the ink seems to be alive, and I am looking for the most suitable concentration and position.

"Impossible, this level of splashed ink can be done on a pillar? This pillar is not rice paper, how is it possible?" Lai Xinghui murmured, wiping his eyes, thinking that his old eyes were dim, but he looked at the expressions of the people around him Just know that this is not some old-eyed dizziness, but the real thing that is happening.

While the splashing ink was automatically scattered, Li Yu didn't stop his brush strokes. There were still dots of ink on the tip of the pen, decorating the periphery of the ink marks.

The dragon and snake waved, and the tip of the pen turned into a swimming dragon.

Ink seems to be splashed randomly, but in fact it is dotted in it.

The wandering dragon is swaying, the shades touch each other, and it is rapidly forming.

The pen is finished and the painting is finished.

Everyone was dumbfounded, including Lai Xinghui.

"This is your painting." Lai Xinghui murmured, "It took less than 5 minutes to finish the whole process."

The painting on the stone pillar is a swimming dragon, ink dragon freehand, soaring through the clouds, with eyes wide open, as if breaking through the clouds and everything.

"This painting is called Scary Hongyoulong." Li Yu wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a smile, "Master Lai's opinion is contained in this painting."

Lai Xinghui lightly touched the painting on the stone pillar, and for a moment he was infatuated, as if he heard the dragon chant in his ear.

"In just 5 minutes, I created such a painting. Not to mention how good the painting is, this technique is really amazing." One of the younger painters really couldn't help admiring.

And there were bursts of unconvinced voices from the side. It was a slightly fat middle-aged man who raised his head and said stubbornly.

"This painting is not very good. It's just that you can paint on the stone pillar. At best, it's a bit of a skill. At first glance, you might think it was just splashing ink on it."

As the first unconvinced voice sounded, the next people followed.

Some people can't see the mystery, some people can see it, but they don't want to admit it.

Admitting that the yellow-haired boy in front of him is stronger than the master, isn't it the same as admitting that he is weaker than others?
No, absolutely cannot admit it!
"In order to protect the dignity of the painting world, this hole must not be opened"

At this time, a fat man who was eating candy murmured, "Hey, I obviously think the painting on this wall is prettier than those two birds. Why do everyone say it's not pretty?"

Beside the little fat man, a young mother quietly knelt down and said.

"Mom thinks so too. Dao Chang's paintings are really good. In fact, many people think so too. Look at everyone's expressions, they are so uncomfortable, but they dare not admit it."

"Then why is that? Everyone is saying that big brother is not good at drawing." The little fat man was bewildered and at a loss.

"Because the one who drew the birds is an authoritative person, but the one who drew this dragon was only painted by a young man who is unknown, at least in terms of painting." The young mother patted the little fat man on the shoulder and said: "You I know it when I grow up, it’s called superstitious authority and disrespect for objective facts, and I only think that whoever has seniority is more capable.”

The little fat man was confused at first, then nodded in a half-understanding manner at the end, and finally let out a muffled sound.

"It's weird"

Since the first person took the lead, everyone began to deny it confidently.

No matter how the painting is, at least today, there is only one winner, and it must be Master Lai!

"It's a good thing that this little Taoist didn't take the usual way, and painted the paintings on the wall, and the expression was a bit abstract," one of the slightly elderly seniors said happily.

The middle-aged man next to him smiled and said: "As the saying goes, literature is the first and martial arts is the second. We think Master Lai's paintings are better. Isn't that a matter of course?"

"Yeah, it's a matter of course."

After a while of self-comfort, only Master Lai Xinghui was still silent and dull.

After a long time, he pulled himself out of the wandering dragon addicted to the wall.

He was silent.

There is no affirmation of the painting on the wall, nor does it deny the comments of the people around.

"I, I am the best. I am the master. I am Honghu. The kid's painting in front of me is nothing at all, it is just ink scum randomly splashed out. Yes, I am the master." Lai Xinghui comforted himself , but the expression on his face was not happy, but sad.

Dignity does not allow him to lose, but rational reality has already told him many answers.
Seeing the self-comforting Lai Xinghui, Li Yu smiled lightly, said without saying anything, and went straight back to the Taoist temple to meditate and burn incense, only a leisurely voice could be heard.

"The pine and mad bones, but you can't see through the fame and fortune in this world, and you can't see through yourself."

Lai Xinghui originally wanted to ask Li Yu to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, with a complicated expression on his face.
"me."

At this moment, there were bursts of exclamations from behind.

Lai Xinghui saw the ghostly expressions on those people's faces. Even the school boy who brought him suits and leather shoes with a monthly salary of [-] yuan showed a dull expression, and his sunglasses fell off his face.

As if seeing something magical.

"you."

Lai Xinghui was puzzled and followed everyone's gaze.

I saw the ink dragon on the white stone pillar.

Moved.

Trembling slightly.

The ink dots, gradually, escaped from the stone pillar.

In a trance, the dragon chant sounded.

The roar was majestic, as if it came from the nine heavens.

Lai Xinghui sat down on the ground.

"what is this."

Roaring, the ink dragon rises on the wind, goes up to Qiongbi and falls to Huangquan, reaching directly above the nine heavens.

miracle
The dragon in the painting, out of the painting, turns into a real dragon.

Lai Xinghui, who was sluggish on the ground, finally murmured.

"Jinghong Youlong. Jinghong Youlong, this is a real dragon above the nine heavens."

(End of this chapter)