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Chapter 301 Demonstrating Painting Skills

"Mr. Zhou, Master Zhou, what you said is true." After being shocked, Mr. Gao hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't help but asked curiously.

After all, Zhou Yu's achievements and level in oil painting have been confirmed by Master Serradi. If, as Zhou Yu said, his achievements in Chinese painting are higher than those in oil painting, then it undoubtedly represents his The standard has reached the top level, even comparable to the level of Mr. Shiraishi and Mr. Daqian back then.

Even if he is the strongest master in today's painting world, he may be much inferior. This will certainly make a master like him a little bit embarrassed, but it is a very great honor and achievement for Huaxia's painting and calligraphy circles.

"I've always told the truth, and I never like to boast." Zhou Yu also smiled and said very calmly, but when he said this, his eyes were silent.

The sense of presence over there was already very weak, and Gu Zhenghua, who tried to make himself inconspicuous, felt like he was lying on the gun again.

"Master Zhou, if possible, would you mind painting on the spot, and let us see Mr. Zhou's achievements in traditional Chinese painting." Hearing Zhou Yu's affirmative expression, Mr. Gao and all the calligraphy and painters couldn't help it. Said curiously.

Just now Zhou Yu has fully proved his achievements in this area with an oil painting, and now if they can paint a Chinese painting on the spot, they are naturally looking forward to it.

"It's okay to paint on the spot, please prepare a pen and paper." Zhou Yu also nodded in agreement very simply and directly, and then ordered.

Hearing Zhou Yu's promise, Mr. Gao and others naturally ordered people to prepare. This place itself is a feast of calligraphy and painting, and some masters are also prepared to paint on site, so all the materials are well prepared. , After a while, all of them were delivered to the eyes.

"Draw a picture of what?"

And Zhou Yu stood in front of this picture, and now he was a little hesitant, but what he hesitated was not his inability to draw, but what to draw.

And at this moment, he saw Yang Wei, who was pretending to be aggressive in the crowd, showing off to others that he had a particularly good relationship with Zhou Yu, and his eyes lit up.

"Yang Wei, come here."

Then Zhou Yu immediately waved to Yang Wei and shouted.

"Ah, Brother Zhou, did you call me?" Yang Wei was bragging so much that a girl from a local rich family in Ningcheng giggled and giggled. Seeing that she could take her to the hotel at night to have fun, she suddenly heard Zhou Yu was calling him, and he was stunned for a moment, and then ran over quickly.

"Put on your clothes!" He just heard Zhou Yu say that when he arrived in front of Zhou Yu.

"Ah, don't put so many people here." Yang Wei was also stunned for a moment, looked around, there were eighty if not a hundred people here, and they were all famous people, he also said with an embarrassed face.

"It's so much nonsense." But Zhou Yu said it very simply and directly.

"Well, okay." Yang Wei hesitated, but in the end he still felt that it would be better to obey Zhou Yu's order, because he felt that Zhou Yu's order for him to do this must have his necessary purpose, and it is impossible to really embarrass him. Difficult to live with.

So he also began to take off his clothes slowly, until only the last pair of underpants were left.

Only then did Zhou Yu say: "Okay."

Zhou Yu's timely stop made Yang Wei heave a sigh of relief. Although he was wearing a pair of underpants, which looked a little awkward, but in the final analysis, it was not so full of light. After all, it was only the painting industry. As far as it is concerned, it is not surprising even if it is full light. Many people have had this experience when they were learning to paint, and they are not curious if they see a lot.

Not to mention that Yang Wei is not a handsome male model, but before Yang Wei heaved a sigh of relief, he suddenly felt a black shadow rushing towards him, and after he subconsciously turned his head to look over, he directly He was splashed directly, and then he also felt that his body was soaked in an instant, and it was still quite sticky, and it was not water or the like that splashed him, but the ink that had just been mixed.

It was turned into a black person in that instant, the shiny black one. This was so sudden that Yang Wei didn't even have time to react.

He subconsciously wanted to open his mouth to speak, but Zhou Yu kicked him directly, and he fell down quickly. Only then did he notice that the drawing paper that was originally placed on the table had been destroyed. Tiled on the ground.

And his whole body fell on such a drawing paper in an instant, Zhou Yu also quickly walked over at this time, grabbed his legs, lifted him up, and kept patting him with his body Touching the drawing paper below, the ink-smeared body kept slapping on the drawing paper, leaving traces one after another on the drawing paper.

During this process, Zhou Yu kept twisting Yang Wei's body, causing him to roll and hit the drawing paper, leaving more and more traces with different shapes.

"Do you think this picture looks familiar?"

"It seems to be a little bit, I seem to have seen it somewhere, but I can't remember it."

And this kind of scene also stunned the people around. This is not a painting, it is completely juggling, but while they are watching happily, they also faintly feel a little familiar, as if they saw it somewhere. Yes, but thinking about it carefully, it seems that I haven't.

After all, they are well-informed people, for example, they have seen a lot of strange painting methods of all kinds of strange masters, such as inkjet painting with syringes, ink painting on hair, and so on.

Although Zhou Yu’s method of using the human body as a brush to paint is rare and relatively rare, it is generally considered a normal picture. After all, when Zhou Yu used such amateurish methods to create oil paintings before, they He also looked down on Zhou Yu, and was slapped in the face severely in the end.

Now Zhou Yu has changed to painting traditional Chinese painting again, which is a bit of a coquettish operation, and there seems to be nothing too unusual, especially when Yang Wei's ink-stained body is laid out one after another on the drawing paper. After the imprint, Zhou Yu threw it aside.

They saw that Zhou Yu was holding four or five pens in each hand, and quickly began to make some secondary and tertiary modifications to the ink patterns that had already been stained.

And those ink blots that were completely shapeless gradually began to show the colors and patterns they should have, and a picture of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains was gradually revealed under the eyes of everyone.

(End of this chapter)