Taoyuan Mountain Village

Chapter 1702: Multi-tasking

For Jiang Xiaoye, being distracted and undistracted when painting, has no effect at all.

Because the magical art of painting all things is a magical technique in battle.

Afraid to disturb?

What a joke!

"What's up, what do you call uncle?" Zhao Wuliu looked at President Qian and said, "Pretend to be tender? How much younger am I?"

President Qian's face turned black.

Live broadcast, you stinky rascal!

"What is the difference between oil painting and oil paint?" Zhao Wuliu motioned to Jiang Xiaoye, then looked at President Qian.

Qian Hui took a sigh of relief, and there was no problem talking to himself. He hurriedly said: "Oil painting is one of the main types of Western painting. It is an art form of painting. It uses pigments made from some oils, canvas, linen, cardboard and wood. Painted, oil paints also contain oily pigments. The two crossover ranges are different. Oil paints are divided into oil paints and general oil paints..."

He couldn't continue. At this time, Jiang Xiaoye, holding a paint pad in one hand and a paintbrush in the other, was painting like crazy. The first thing he painted was a house in Yushan Village, with a mixture of distant and close views.

Lamy was quickly adjusting the other paint panels, looking up at Jiang Xiaoye's paintings from time to time.

A charm has already appeared!

With flowing clouds and flowing water, Jiang Xiaoye felt that this state was just enough to advance. The art of painting of all things has reached the point of perfection, and the original ink painting of Laoshan God is also fast approaching.

In about ten minutes, a landscape has formed. The unique temperature of the golden thatch allows the oil to dry faster, and the connotation is vivid and lifelike.

"This is..." Lamy's movements stopped, and he looked at the mysterious auras in shock. Although he is not very strong, he has a very high vision in this respect!

Cheng Ling?

The previous creations shocked him, but the aura that appears now makes him seem to have encountered some special spirit monsters, but this is drawn!

He had seen Longteng Wanli Mountains and Rivers with his own eyes. The Shenlong inside, Wanli Mountains and Rivers, felt this way, but now, this feeling surprised him even more.

"There are similarities and similarities with your painting skills. You can learn from it. Your method is also very spiritual. You can see the redemption of Heike. You can paint more when you are fine."

Jiang Xiaoye saw that Lamy was fascinated, so let him explain.

"Yes! Thank you, Dean Jiang!"

Lamy respected even more.

"Just watch it, I can adjust the dyes myself." Jiang Xiaoye knew that this kind of opportunity was a rare opportunity for Lamy, so he could just let him watch and adjust the dyes by himself. He adjusted this and couldn't waste much time.

"it is good!"

Lamy immediately put down the dye in his hand and stared at the painting carefully.

The little owl flapped its wings and flew, looking at Jiang Xiaoye, wanting to fall on his shoulder, and the group of people watching had their eyelids jumped, for fear of hitting Jiang Xiaoye's hand and making a mistake.

There can be no mistakes in ghost-level works.

"Why? Don't embrace the nest anymore?" Why did this little guy come out in broad daylight? Is it noisy by the sound of firecrackers and drums?

"Huhuwu~" The little guy gestured to his stomach, patted his wings, and then stretched his head to look at the dye board in Jiang Xiaoye's hand.

"My hands are dirty, wait until I go back to feed you, OK? There's something delicious in the kitchen, you go eat some."

Jiang Xiaoye bumped the little guy with his head.

The little owl tilted his head and thought, then fluttered his wings and left.

"Sure enough, Dean Jiang is not afraid of being disturbed at all. In this case, he can still continue painting at an unabated speed. It feels like..."

"machine?"

"Yes, this is the feeling, but compared to the robot, the speed is terrifying, but I feel a ghost-level work appearing!"

"Does one point have multiple uses? It's amazing!"

"I have long heard that Dean Jiang is close to animals. As expected, he can communicate with animals. Is that an owl?"

The painters present were dumbfounded.

The reporters are recording, and the staff of the China Calligraphy and Painting Association are also recording.

The same is true for foreign reporters, but no one is too close for fear of disturbing Jiang Xiaoye, and even Jiang Zhenzhu is a little farther away for fear of disturbing Jiang Xiaoye's painting.

Even some Guwu masters are here.

"This is the integration of magic techniques into the painting." An old monk whispered.

"There was an ancient legend of Tianzun who threw beans into a soldier. Maybe it was a similar method? I felt the aura of the formation flow, and it was actually integrated into the painting, terrible!"

The golden light flashes in the eyes of a Western monk, the painting in front of Jiang Xiaoye.

"I have heard that Master Jiang learned the magical art of painting all things. It is the immortal art handed down by the Eastern Mountain God. The ancient mountain **** is said to be Tianzun level, Tianzun... In this era when there are few extraordinary things, who can step Enter this step?"

"One person shocks the battlefield, only Master Jiang!"

Guwu masters, the vision is far beyond what these painters can compare. At a glance, they can see many problems that these people can't see. After all, there are old antiques that have lived for hundreds of years.

"Good painting!" A county leader looked over and exclaimed.

Chen Cheng smiled and said: "Naturally, Xiao Ye is now the world's No. 1 ghost and god-level painter, even Mr. Lamy is so respected and even worshipped, so we don't need to praise him."

Jiang Xiaoye's level really doesn't need to be praised by laymen like them.

In the village, it is the children who are more festive. The food is almost gone. Such an activity can open up the hearts of the children and can be regarded as a kind of enlightenment.

Li Huiyu is here, this 36-year-old teacher, life in the countryside makes her look no longer young.

"Teacher Li!"

"Ms. Li is here, here and here!"

"Welcome to Teacher Li, have you brought Xiao Ye's painting? Teacher Li, you have made a fortune!"

"Look at the painting!"

There were only a few teachers in the past, all of whom were teaching in Daliu Village. One teacher served as several teachers. The math teacher, art teacher, and music teacher were all contracted by Li Huiyu.

At that time there were few children, and one school had seven or eight teachers.

"You, it’s so lively. I found Jiang Xiaoye’s paintings, and Dahan’s paintings, too. I didn’t understand what you were talking about on the phone. The car brought me here, what's the matter?"

Li Huiyu is a little confused. She has died of illness in recent years because of her husband’s illness. She has a bad life. With a 13-year-old child, the child is now attending school in the Super Academy in Yushan Village. .

"Teacher Li."

Jiang Xiaoye saw Li Huiyu coming, put down the dye and paintbrush, wiped his hands and walked over.