One person's royal painting

Chapter 5 Not confident...

Danqing technique?

Wang Bing couldn't help shrinking his eyes, he swore that he heard correctly, what Wang Ai said just now was indeed "Danqing" and not "Shentu"...

According to his father Wang Zhongshu's introduction, there are two main schools in the technique of Danqing, and Shentu is only one of them.

This means...

"Why are you in a daze, silly boy!"

Wang Ai scolded with a smile: "The master taught you this unique knowledge, which is enough for you to understand for a lifetime!"

"Nothing, my lord!"

Although he was a little happy when he learned that the old man was willing to pass on the art of painting, but...he didn't know if he still had the confidence to continue painting.

"I'm just worried about whether I have the confidence to draw well..." Wang Bing said hesitantly.

"I think you are quite talented!"

Wang Ai took out Wang Bing's half-drawn painting from his coat pocket, and said, "If the brushwork on this painting is not for a person with more than ten years of practice, then he can only be called a genius!"

"And there is no shortage of geniuses! Wu Daozi in Danqingmen is such an existence."

Wang Ai looked at Wang and said: "Wu Daozi, who is called the sage of painting by later generations, the existence of 'Rihua Jialing River Three Hundred Miles', tsk tsk! How many people in the entire Danqing Sect can do it now?"

"Okay, grandpa won't pressure you anymore! Come with grandpa!"

Wang Ai brought Wang Bing to the study and said: "Although the two schools of 'Shentu' and 'Secret Painting' have the same origin, they specialize in different directions, such as themes and techniques!"

After finishing speaking, Wang Ai put his crutches aside, and from nowhere he took out a wolf hair brush covered in golden light and inlaid with white jade on the pen holder, and began to teach Wang Bing the technique of Danqing.

……

It's not that Wang doesn't know Chinese painting. He knows a lot of basic knowledge. After all, it's something that his ancestors have passed down for thousands of years.

So the grandfather and grandson are also learning very fast.

In a blink of an eye, the time came to 03.

On this day, when Wang Ai sat beside Wang Bing and watched Wang Bing outline a portrait of Sanqing on rice paper stroke by stroke, he shook his head.

"Okay! Come here first today, your hands are already shaking..."

After Wang Ai put the teacup in his hand on the table, leaning on his crutches, he walked up to Wang Bing step by step. After looking at Wang Bing's works, he asked, "Bing'er, my lord has always been curious, why are you always Are you not confident?"

"I've observed you several times, and found that every time you draw, your thoughts become very much..."

"When painting, you must pay attention to your whole body, let your energy and spirit be highly concentrated, and get rid of distracting thoughts! Writing is natural."

"Sorry, Grandpa!" Wang bowed his head and admitted his mistake.

"You..."

Wang Ai shook his head. It stands to reason that his great-grandson has a talent for painting, and he can learn techniques very quickly. Sometimes, he can roughly understand some of them without deliberately teaching them.

But the biggest problem is that you can't perfectly display what you have mastered, which is outrageous.

"Forget it, you've been sketching for so long today, and you're probably tired..."

Wang Ai looked at the light rain that was ticking outside the house, and said, "Go back and rest first!"

"Yes!"

After putting away the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, Wang Bing was about to leave Wang Ai's study room, but when he just walked to the door, he collided head-on with Uncle Dong, the chief housekeeper of the Wang family.

"Sorry, Young Master Wang! Is the old man in there?" Uncle Dong asked nervously after being grabbed by Wang Bing.

"Yes! Grandpa is in the house."

Wang also noticed Uncle Dong's flustered expression, but he didn't say anything more.

He is still too young, and it is not his turn to intervene in family affairs.

So Wang Bing stepped aside and let Uncle Dong come in first.

"Old man, something has happened!" Uncle Dong said.

"Don't panic!"

After Wang Ai gently put down the teacup, "Speak slowly if you have something to say!"

"Something happened in the northwest!"

Uncle Dong adjusted his breathing, and said word by word: "Just now..."

Northwest, where the northwestern part of Sichuan borders Qinghai.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!
A small figure braved the rain to shuttle through the jungle, and behind him were dozens of people!
"Yang Lie! The alchemy of your Tang Sect is fake!"

One of the old men with a cropped head complained: "Didn't you tell me that Zhang Huaiyi was hit by a pill, why is he still alive and kicking?"

Chasing right in front, the old man with long white hair was also full of anger at the moment, and he said angrily: "My surname is Du, use your rotten brain, this big-eared thief is the originator of the origin of the body. people!"

To be honest, this was Yang Lie's first miss in so many years. He never imagined why Zhang Huaiyi was still alive and kicking after he had already been hit by the pill.

Seeing the group of people chasing to the jungle, Yang Lie felt bad, and threw three poisonous needles backhand!

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!
The three poisonous needles drew three streaks of black light in the rain scene, and shot toward Zhang Huaiyi who was at the front like a meteor.

As if noticing the danger from behind, Zhang Huaiyi turned his eyes slightly backwards, and three electric currents resembling earthworms appeared in the palm of his right hand...

Seeing that the poisonous needle was about to stab Zhang Huaiyi, suddenly the three electric currents that were originally as small as earthworms turned into three dazzling lightning bolts at this moment, roaring towards the poisonous needle.

laugh!
The next moment, the three black streamers were swallowed by the three dazzling white lights.

"Grandma's land! It's Lei Fa from Tianshi Mansion again!"

The old man who came to Natural Gate spat and said, "Old Li, it's now!"

Boom!

There was a loud bang, and a black shadow suddenly appeared from the upper right of Zhang Huaiyi. Before everyone could see who it was, a large mass of energy condensed on the right hand of the black shadow, and smashed hard at Zhang Huaiyi .

Seeing that this punch was about to hit Zhang Huaiyi, Zhang Huaiyi seemed to have expected it a long time ago, two golden qi like arms suddenly appeared behind him, and suddenly hit the black shadow.

boom!
A loud noise came, and the deafening sound instantly formed a group of shock waves, spreading towards the surroundings...

"Is it done?"

The chasing people also stopped at this time, some stood on the ground, and some stood on tall branches.

Everyone was staring at the huge cloud of smoke, with extremely serious expressions on their faces.

"Get rid of it? Don't be kidding! If this big-eared thief could be killed so easily, how could it have been made so much sacrifice a few decades ago!" Yang Lie spat.

There is nothing wrong with saying this, many old people nodded, thinking that there were so many brothers and sisters when they worshiped together at the beginning, how many are left now?
What now?
With so many sects adding up, only a dozen or so old men were sent out. Think about how high the battle loss rate is.

call!
A burst of strong air pressure suddenly shot out from the smoke, and with the help of the rain, it quickly dispersed the cloud of smoke...

At this moment, Zhang Huaiyi clasped the Adam's apple of the old man surnamed Li with his right hand, looked at the old guys around him and said, "Hehe, it seems that I really attracted a lot of people when I came out..."

(End of this chapter)