Goddesses? I just want them to get rewards!

Chapter 136: Splashing ink and painting, completed in one day! Mu Binghan nodded and did not resist!

After Jiang Ning opened the door.

Just like yesterday, Jiang Ning still had a rooster comb and was wearing only underwear.

When Mu Binghan came in, she asked, "Do you want to take a shower first?"

Jiang Ning scratched his messy hair and smiled: "Wait for me for a few minutes!"

"hurry up!"

Mu Binghan urged.

"You look better today than yesterday!"

Jiang Ning took a look at the other person's attire today.

Mu Binghan was wearing a pink dress today, the same color as the pink suspender nightgown she wore the night before.

But today her dress does not reveal her shoulders, but you can see her delicate collarbone.

The collarbone of this beauty is different, it is really beautiful, a beauty that is meticulously crafted, as if it has reached the ultimate level.

The hem of her skirt was a little above her knees, and below were her fair feet and a pair of high-heeled sandals.

In addition, Mu Binghan has her hair in a bun today.

Jiang Ning had seen Mu Binghan with her hair up several times, and his impression of her was basically a bun with long skirt, as well as her elegant and dignified temperament.

That's what happened to Mu Binghan today.

Sometimes, a beautiful woman is also a pleasing scenery, and Mu Binghan gave Jiang Ning this unique feeling.

Seeing Jiang Ning looking at the secret book, Mu Binghan glared at him and said, "Why don't you go take a shower?"

"Wait for me for ten minutes at most!"

"hurry up!"

On the other side, Jiang Ning went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Mu Binghan sat on the bed and looked at her phone.

Five or six minutes later, Jiang Ning came out of the bathroom and, just like yesterday, he started blow-drying his hair.

Seeing this, Mu Binghan helped Jiang Ning take out the traditional Chinese Tang suit.

"Why haven't you opened the packaging yet?"

Mu Binghan took out this Tang suit.

Jiang Ning said, "Didn't you wear it today?"

Mu Binghan didn't say anything. She unpacked the clothes for Jiang Ning and asked him to put them on.

Jiang Ning's temperament changes when he puts on the Tang suit.

Especially when he stood there without saying anything, he had the aura of a cool and handsome man.

Mu Binghan was amazed when she saw this, and couldn't help but think of a poem she had recited when she was young.

She laughed and said, "At that time, I was young and my clothes were thin. I rode a horse and leaned on the sloping bridge, and the whole building was filled with red sleeves waving!"

"what does it mean?"

Jiang Ning couldn't help but ask.

"It means you are handsome! A poem by Wei Zhuang from the Tang Dynasty!"

"You figured it out. I am indeed handsome!"

Jiang Ning looked in the mirror and felt that he was indeed handsome. He was quite satisfied with his appearance today.

"Beautiful!"

Mu Binghan said: "Let's go out!"

"Uh-huh!"

Then the two of them went out together, had a simple breakfast outside, and then took a taxi to their destination.

The place where Jiang Ning was going to paint was also the art studio.

At that time, the first floor was used as an exhibition venue, and the second floor was another venue, which was not open to the public.

And this second floor is where Jiang Ning and Qin Baichuan will write and draw today.

When the two reached their destination, Fu Xuanhe and Yu Minghua had already arrived ahead of time.

They both arrived quite early.

When Fu Xuanhe saw Jiang Ning, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he smiled and said, "There is a gentleman who is as sharp as a knife, as polished as a stone! Mr. Jiang's temperament today is extraordinary!"

Yu Minghua also said: "She is as handsome as jade, and as majestic as a hero! She is extremely beautiful, and there is no other like her in the world!"

It's not that the two of them are flattering each other.

But today, Jiang Ning, wearing a Tang suit, has a unique temperament of an ancient gentleman.

People have never seen a handsome young man in ancient times, but they must have seen those handsome men like Jiang Ning today!
"Thank you both for the compliment!"

Jiang Ning smiled slightly, his expression calm, but he was thinking in his heart: "Fuck! Am I so handsome today?"

Then he said, "You two, let's go in together!"

Then everyone entered the art studio together.

At this time, Mu Gongling, Zheng Guangfeng and Qin Baichuan were all in the art hall. They had arrived one step ahead of time.

Qin Baichuan was also wearing a Tang suit and cloth shoes today, all in white.

Moreover, his overall spirit and complexion are very good, and he even has a bit of charm.

It looks like I'll be in good shape today.

When he saw Jiang Ning, Qin Baichuan nodded repeatedly and said to Jiang Ning with a smile: "Great, great! There are few people like you in the world!"

His tone was full of emotion, amazement, and deep appreciation.

What this sentence means is: There are very few people like you in the world who are as graceful and elegant as a jade tree.

It comes from a line in "Shui Long Yin: Shou Li Changru", which is a high praise for a handsome young man.

Moreover, this person must be handsome and have good temperament. More importantly, he must be very talented. Not just any handsome guy can be called a "Jade Tree on the Jade Steps"!

Jiang Ning said, "You are exaggerating, old man! I don't deserve it!"

Qin Baichuan laughed: "Don't exaggerate! If none of my grandchildren's girls are suitable, I would have wanted to introduce a girl to you!"

The more Qin Baichuan looked at Jiang Ning, the more he liked her.

But he thought about himself. He only had five sons, and the descendants of his five sons were mostly male. He also had only three granddaughters, two of whom were already married, and the third granddaughter was only thirteen years old, not to mention the right age.

Qin Baichuan felt quite regretful when he thought about it. Other families prayed for a prosperous male heir but failed. But he did not pray for it, but instead had many sons and grandsons. He even wanted to have a few more granddaughters but failed.

On the other side, Mu Gongling was right beside Mu Binghan. He winked at her and whispered, "Hanhan, grandpa told me that if you don't hurry up, more and more outstanding girls will rush in after you! You won't even have anywhere to cry then!"

Mu Binghan was speechless, so she said, "I'm an old woman, eight years older than him, and he may not even like me!"

Having said that, Jiang Ning definitely likes her, but Mu Binghan doesn't want to develop a relationship with her.

She felt it was so weird, how could this be possible?

The old cow eats the young grass!

And when she said this, Mu Binghan thought of what happened the night before, and then she felt a little hot.

Hey!
It’s all Jiang Ning’s fault, that little bad guy!

Mu Gongling added: "If you don't take the initiative, how do you know if he likes it?"

"Let's talk about it then!"

Mu Binghan was helpless.

"Old man, when did it start?"

Jiang Ning asked.

Qin Baichuan shook his head and smiled, "A painting this long will probably take a long time, at least several days. There's no rush! Do you have the time?"

But Jiang Ning said: "If I use splashed ink, I think I can finish the painting in one day!"

"Splashing ink?"

Qin Baichuan was surprised, "You can splash ink?"

Jiang Ning didn't say anything modest like "I know a little bit" at this time, because he wanted to calm the other party, so he said: "I am very good at splashing ink, it's very handy! And only by splashing ink and using a large brush can I paint quickly on such a large rice paper!"

Qin Baichuan didn't expect Jiang Ning to be able to splash ink, and use a large brush. After being surprised, he thought about it and said, "But this is such a long piece, even splashing ink won't be easy, right?"

Jiang Ning: "Prepare enough ink, both light and heavy ink, and a big enough brush. It won't be a problem for me! But I can demonstrate it first, and then you will know whether I can do it or not!"

"it is good!"

Qin Baichuan nodded. He had great confidence in Jiang Ning, so he naturally would not obey. He just shook his head and said, "Actually, my old friend who is a master of Chinese painting can also splash ink, but he is in poor health now, so it is not convenient for him to do so."

Jiang Ning nodded and said, "I understand!"

Soon, everyone went upstairs.

The staff above are already preparing.

There were more than a dozen staff members, and the Xuan paper was a huge piece of spliced Xuan paper, which was the three-meter-three-meter-long Xuan paper among the top-level Xuan papers.

At this time, a middle-aged man with a good temperament in a suit appeared and also came over.

It seems to be the contact person above.

He looked at Jiang Ning and was a little unconvinced, so he asked Qin Baichuan: "Mr. Qin, is this young man really capable?"

In fact, Qin Baichuan reported Jiang Ning the day before yesterday, and what surprised everyone was that Jiang Ning was strongly recommended by Qin Baichuan!

But the main thing is that Jiang Ning is only about eighteen or nineteen years old. The middle-aged man thinks that his son has already started working and is in his twenties, much older than Jiang Ning.

At Jiang Ning's age, the middle-aged man did not doubt his ability, but was worried that he was not capable enough. Was Qin Baichuan exaggerating?
But Qin Baichuan said in a positive tone: "Don't worry, Jiang Ning will be fine. With his ability, he can do it!"

Jiang Ning also understood that his abilities were being questioned, but this was not a scene where the Urban Dragon King had to show off and get slapped in the face, nor were there any villains mocking him, but he needed to prove himself!
Jiang Ning said: "Everyone, you can also take a look at my skills first!"

Qin Baichuan understood, and said to the middle-aged man: "Bring the pen, ink, paper and inkstone!"

Jiang Ning: "Old sir, I want to use splashed ink, so ordinary brushes are not suitable. I need the largest one!"

"The biggest one?"

Qin Baichuan was surprised.

"is that OK?"

"Of course! But the largest brush is as tall as a person!"

"Old man, this is what I want!"

"Okay, Jiang Ning, I'll ask them to get ready!"

So, after a while, a piece of rice paper that was more than three meters long and two meters wide was brought out, along with a large bucket of ink and a huge brush.

The brush in particular is extremely eye-catching, about 1.6 meters long, and the pen holder is five or six centimeters thick, like a big broom.

This kind of brush is a very large brush.

In ancient times, some painters and calligraphers liked to use this kind of brush.

However, this kind of brush requires very high skills and even physical strength from the user. After all, a brush as big as a broom, when dipped in water, is heavier than a broom for mopping the floor.

"This kind of brush is not light! Especially when it is dipped in ink, the weight will be even heavier."

Qin Baichuan also said.

However, Jiang Ning just held the brush directly. To him, the brush was very light.

Just hold the pen and you'll feel it.

Jiang Ning even waved it casually.

In fact, this big brush is really heavy, even heavier than an ordinary mop broom.

Not to mention getting stained with ink.

Try mopping the floor with a broom and you'll have an idea of how heavy it is.

Normally, no one uses brushes of this size, so they are just left to gather dust.

So the first user of this kind of brush here was Jiang Ning.

Qin Baichuan asked in surprise: "Jiang Ning, do you think it's easy?"

Jiang Ning smiled and said, "Of course it's convenient, otherwise I wouldn't want this kind of brush. Isn't it normal to eat as much as you can?"

"Haha, that's right!"

Qin Baichuan laughed out loud.

And everyone at the scene couldn't help but look forward to it.

Of course, there are some people who don’t believe it, namely those who don’t know Jiang Ning.

At this time, Jiang Ning said: "Okay, I'm going to start! Everyone, please watch!"

After Jiang Ning finished speaking, everyone saw Jiang Ning standing in front of the rice paper spread on the ground, holding a large brush in his hand. He first dipped the brush into the bucket next to him to wet the rice paper, and then dipped the brush into the ink bucket next to him to get some light ink.

But you don't need to dip a lot of ink, just let the pen tip dip a small half. But even so, it is still a large amount of ink.

The weight of the brush suddenly became a lot heavier.

Then, people saw Jiang Ning put the tip of the brush on the wet area of a large piece of rice paper and spread it out.

What is surprising is that Jiang Ning has outlined a vast land with just a few strokes that seem casual yet feel not casual!
"it is good!"

Fu Xuanhe exclaimed. He was fond of calligraphy and painting. With more exposure, he naturally developed a certain appreciation ability.

Jiang Ning's few strokes of light ink to outline the vast land seem casual, but in fact they are not casual at all.

Unless you are an expert who has mastered your abilities, you cannot draw to this level.

Looking at the land in the painting, it is so far away and seems to reach the sky, so vast and boundless.

Yu Minghua asked, "Old Fu, what do you mean?"

Fu Xuanhe said: "Look at his few strokes, a vast land appears. Doesn't it feel like a majestic and vast aura is rushing towards you?"

"It seems to be the case! Let me take another look!"

Yu Minghua had only half understanding what was going on. He looked at the rice paper and for a moment he had the same feeling.

Painting is a very intuitive thing. You can tell whether it is beautiful or not at a glance.

Especially if it is not an abstract painting, the visual aesthetic impact is more direct.

Just like when some people draw a person or an animal, it seems to come alive and is very spiritual, and you naturally think that his drawing is good.

And now, after Fu Xuanhe's description of what Jiang Ning was painting, Yu Minghua felt as if he was trapped in a desert, with yellow sand flying all around him and even a strong wind howling.

At this moment, everyone had different feelings in their hearts.

Generally speaking, everyone feels that the desert painted by Jiang Ning is very majestic.

But this is not over yet.

Then, Jiang Ning drew a big river with just a few strokes.

In fact, the river is nothing. What is truly amazing is that the river is given a vigorous vitality.

For example, the river that Jiang Ning is drawing now, the river water clearly gives people a strong momentum. It flows all the way eastward, and it is like a bursting flood, unstoppable!

“This river is so beautifully drawn!”

Qin Baichuan exclaimed.

The middle-aged man in a suit who was a little skeptical of Jiang Ning just now was also stunned after Jiang Ning drew a desert and a long river.

He doesn't understand Chinese painting, but he knows that this young man is really talented!

Moreover, it is probably a great skill!

But he is so young!
"Jiang Ning, what river is this?"

Qin Baichuan asked again.

"Yellow River!"

Jiang Ning replied with two words.

Qin Baichuan suddenly realized and said with emotion: "Yellow River, no wonder it has such strong vitality, this is the mother river of our Chinese civilization!"

He has sharp eyes, and the vigorous vitality of the Yellow River painted by Jiang Ning is just overwhelming!

Before Jiang Ning stopped moving, a sun appeared just above the Yellow River. For a moment, people didn't know whether it was a sunset or a sunrise.

"Sun, is this the rising sun or the setting sun... Wait, I get it!"

Qin Baichuan suddenly realized again: "Yellow River, sunset, sunset over the long river!"

He chanted: "The smoke rises straight up over the desert, the sun sets over the long river!"

Sure enough, the next moment.

Jiang Ning painted a wisp of solitary smoke connecting the sky and the earth in the distance of the desert. Suddenly, a scene of the vast desert, the solitary smoke, the loneliness of the sky and the earth, and the rushing river emerged, and the majestic momentum was even more overwhelming.

It is exactly: the smoke rises straight up in the desert, the sun sets over the long river!

Jiang Ning's painting is so powerful!
It is still an ink painting, but in Jiang Ning's hands it is just the right amount of light and thick.

He just showed off a little bit of his skills to prove that he can control a large brush and has real ability!
“This painting is great!”

Zheng Guangfeng exclaimed.

Mu Gongling also exclaimed: "You are so talented to be able to paint with such a large brush, Xiao Jiang!"

"Great!"

"The noble young master of Yunjian, you are so handsome!"

Yu Minghua was equally amazed.

Think about what you were doing when you were eighteen!

What a terrible future!
Jiang Ning put the big brush aside and said to Qin Baichuan, "Old sir, please have someone prepare enough ink and clean water. I'm going to paint with splashed ink!"

"Jiang Ning, splashing ink, is it splashing ink freehand painting?"

Qin Baichuan asked him hurriedly.

"That's right, freehand ink painting!"

"Good good!"

Qin Baichuan became excited and asked someone to prepare ink.

Jiang Ning has already demonstrated such great ability, who can still doubt it?
The middle-aged man was no longer vague and quickly asked someone to prepare more ink.

Because this is a very large painting, a large amount of ink has been prepared in advance. As for purifying water, it is as simple as that.

The next painting Jiang Ning is going to paint is a huge painting that is 15.9 meters long and 4.8 meters wide.

The most recent and famous Chinese painting of this scale was by Master Zhang Daqian, but that was several decades ago. It was titled "Lushan Picture", was twelve meters long and one and a half meters tall, and took a full year and three months to complete.

However, Zhang Daqian was already very old at that time, and he still created his works despite his illness. He also had to use a huge brush the size of a broom to create his works, which was undoubtedly a huge physical burden for an old man.

Jiang Ning doesn't have to worry about any burden now.

There is absolutely no problem with his physical strength.

This huge brush is very easy to use in his hand.

Soon, the ink was ready.
But it's all black ink, no colored ink.

Jiang Ning specifically looked at Zhang Daqian's "Lushan Picture" on the Internet.

Zhang Daqian used the freehand method of splashing ink and color.

Jiang Ning only uses simple ink splashes here, without any color splashes.

If you add splashes of paint, it will last a long time.

Jiang Ning didn't want to waste too much time on this matter.

He is just a player, although he takes it seriously.

But even if there is only one method of splashing ink, Jiang Ning also has the information to paint well. He also paints in a freehand manner, and wants to paint mountains, rivers, land, and his country.

Before going to bed last night, Jiang Ning had already thought about what to draw.

The time came to twelve o'clock noon.

At this time, Jiang Ning took off his shoes and stood on the huge three-meter-long rice paper.

The staff carried a bucket of heavy ink, a bucket of light ink and a bucket of clean water and waited near the edge of Jiang Ning's rice paper.

Jiang Ning held a large brush in his hand and came to the upper left corner of the rice paper.

I saw him first dip the big brush into the clean water, and then use the wet brush to wet a layer of paint on a part of the rice paper.

Then, he dipped the brush in light ink and wrote on the wet rice paper, creating an irregular block of ink.

But this kind of module, although seemingly irregular, actually depends on the author's control.

Splashing ink is not just copying.

What Jiang Ning wants to try is freehand ink painting.

When ancient people painted, they focused on "meaning" and "spirit," rather than "form."

For example, Zhang Daqian's "Lushan Picture". It is said that he had never been to Lushan Mountain or seen Lushan Mountain in his life, but he used ink and color splashing to paint Lushan Mountain in a large freehand style, and it became a famous masterpiece handed down from generation to generation.

Jiang Ning had never seen the magnificent mountains and rivers of his motherland, but that did not stop him from painting.

At this time, Jiang Ning held a broom-sized brush in his hand, sometimes dipping it in clean water, sometimes in light ink, and sometimes in heavy ink, constantly crisscrossing on the rice paper.

At this moment, Jiang Ning was in a very serious state.

His physical fitness surpasses that of the healthiest and strongest human being on the planet. People with good physical fitness tend to be more able to concentrate, which is also the importance of the body.

So Jiang Ning easily entered a state of almost self-forgetfulness in painting, and his whole temperament was obviously different.

Mu Binghan just looked at him and couldn't help but be distracted.

"My young master is so graceful and clever that he is as clever as a god..."

What an elegant young man, with his quick wit and intelligence, he is like a god descending from heaven.

"Minghua, does your daughter have a boyfriend?"

Fu Xuanhe suddenly asked Yu Minghua beside him.

Yu Minghua was surprised for a moment, not knowing what Fu Xuanhe meant by asking this.

"what happened?"

"Look at this Mr. Jiang, he is a rare talent! Do you understand what I mean?"

Yu Minghua shook his head and said, "My daughter already has a boyfriend. Besides..."

He looked at Jiang Ning who was painting, and said, "How can my daughter be worthy of such a real gentleman? But what about your daughter?"

"Not to mention my daughter!"

Fu Xuanhe said with regret: "My daughter is very naughty. Without me to support her, she is just an ordinary person, except for her good looks. But I don't think she is worthy of Mr. Jiang!"

"A beautiful young man with black hair and green clothes, chasing the wind with a purple phoenix whip!"

"In ancient times, Mr. Jiang would have been riding a fine horse and enjoying himself, and the girls from prominent families in the world would have come to visit him!"

Yu Minghua was also filled with emotion. He thought that if Yu Churan didn't have a boyfriend, he, as a father, would have to find a marriage for his daughter!

Jiang Ning is truly one of a kind in this world, you only meet him when you meet him!
But Yu Minghua thought that Yu Churan already had a boyfriend, and he wanted to see that boy privately. If he was reliable and Yu Churan liked him very much, then he would accept him.

After all, when he was pursuing Lin Wanhe, he was also looked down upon by his father-in-law's family.

He went to the door with great difficulty and stood at the door, but the other party refused to let him in.

So Yu Minghua also felt the same way.

at the same time.

Jiang Ning had already drawn several towering mountains, and there were clouds halfway up the mountain, creating a scene of towering mountains reaching into the clouds and connecting to the sky.

Moreover, like the Yellow River that Jiang Ning painted earlier, the mountains he painted not only give people a sense of grandeur, but also give people a sense of vigorous vitality.

Seeing this, Mu Gongling said, "Tianmu stretches across the sky, towering over the Five Mountains and covering Chicheng! That's the feeling, isn't it?"

"Yes, that's exactly the feeling!"

Qin Baichuan nodded, "Keep watching!"

at this time.

Jiang Ning continued to paint the majestic mountains. He was almost in a state of ecstasy and was enjoying the painting process very much.

"The peak of the sky pillar holds up the sun and the moon, and the cave gate is thousands of feet high and locks in the clouds and thunder!"

A tall mountain rises from the ground!

"it is good!"

Qin Baichuan and others exclaimed.

Mu Binghan's beautiful eyes were full of brilliance.

Immediately afterwards, under the mountains, a long river stretched across thousands of miles, full of vitality and mighty momentum!

"The river flows eastward for 30,000 miles into the sea, and the mountain rises 5,000 feet to the sky!"

Jiang Ning painted the Yellow River with his powerful brushstrokes again!

The Yellow River is so majestic!
This is more grand than the previous drawing because it is longer in length!
"The waterfall drops three thousand feet straight down, as if the Milky Way falls from the sky!" A waterfall then appeared, equally magnificent, and the terrifying waterfall seemed to burst through the rice paper.

……

"The vast Hengshan Mountain reaches the purple abyss, and below you can see the Southern Star!"

Hengshan!

……

"The mountains end with the plains, and the river flows into the wilderness!"

The green mountains gradually disappeared, and what followed was the plain. The surging river flowed into the boundless plain.

……

"The white waves are connected to the sea, and the flat sand is boundless!"

This is a sea that seems boundless and connected to the sky, vast and majestic.

"The sun rises in the sea, the spring in the river enters the old year!"

A rising sun divided the vast sky and earth. At first, Qin Baichuan and his companions thought that the sea was swallowing up the setting sun, but when they saw the vitality and majestic momentum of the entire painting, they realized that it was actually the sunrise.

Therefore: The sea sun rises in the last night, and the river spring enters the old year!
This symbolizes new life and vitality.

Besides, Jiang Ning is still young, so how could he paint something gloomy or even lifeless?

Therefore, the feeling given to Qin Baichuan and others by this entire huge painting is that it is full of vitality, without any trace of decay.

"We are young students, in the prime of our life!"

"Pointing to the mountains and rivers, inspiring words, the former nobles are nothing but dirt!"

exactly!

And Jiang Ning was just like this, in an extremely serious and focused state, from just after noon to ten o'clock in the evening, a full ten hours, almost without stopping!
What kind of physical strength and endurance is this?

Not to mention old men like Qin Baichuan and Zheng Guangfeng who were halfway through life, even men in their prime like Fu Xuanhe and Yu Minghua could not stand during this period.

However, everyone did not leave, but stayed here to watch and ate boxed lunches in the middle.

Originally, Mu Binghan wanted to invite Jiang Ning to eat, but Jiang Ning refused.

He was in that feeling, and when the feeling came, his ideas flowed like a fountain, or in other words, he wrote as if inspired by God.

So, he did it smoothly and in one go.

Where can it be broken?
This absolutely cannot be interrupted!

Besides, he is not a normal person. With his physical condition, he is not panicked at all.

So, just like that, the time went from just after twelve noon to after ten o'clock in the evening!
As Jiang Ning finished the last stroke.

Jiang Ning also walked out of this huge piece of rice paper.

It is 15.9 meters long and 4.8 meters wide. It was completed in one day. Once the news gets out, it will probably be astonishing.

Because normal people do not have such terrifying physical strength and endurance, how can a normal person hold on?
You know, even if you are a strong young man, if you keep mopping the floor with a wet mop all day long, you won't be able to last long.

The big brush in Jiang Ning's hand was heavier than a normal mop after being dipped in ink.

In this way, Jiang Ning persisted for a full ten hours.

It's amazing!

It would be absolutely horrifying if it got out!

This is not something a normal person can do.

Looking at the huge rice paper at this time, the mountains, rivers, and even the vast ocean, the ink color is appropriate, the layers are clear, the brushwork is powerful, and the momentum is magnificent, which amazed everyone present.

Even those who don't know much about it think it looks good, like Mu Binghan, who was amazed.

People like Qin Baichuan, Mu Gongling and Fu Xuanhe all felt their heartbeats quicken the moment Jiang Ning finished.

Qin Baichuan said excitedly: "The painting is exquisite, the brushwork is unrestrained, and the layout of the picture is magnificent! Jiang Ning, you are a great talent!"

"Thank you, old sir!"

Jiang Ning was calm.

Strangely enough, he originally thought he would be very excited after completing it, but he was much calmer than he thought.

Jiang Ning wondered if he was too happy when he was creating and thus entered a sage mode?
After all, he really felt great when he was painting, it was a feeling of flowing smoothly.

To give an example that is not quite appropriate, it is like when you have to pee so urgently that your bladder is about to explode, and you unzip your pants, and then pee gushes out.

I feel so happy.

Oh.

It should be said that inspiration is flowing!
Just at this moment, Mu Binghan came over to wipe Jiang Ning's sweat.

It turned out that when Jiang Ning was creating, his clothes were wet and his forehead was covered with sweat.

Obviously, today was a very tiring day and the workload was extraordinary.

Mu Binghan said with concern: "Jiang Ning, let's go back first. If there is anything, we can deal with it tomorrow. You have been busy for too long today!"

"Row!"

Jiang Ning also felt hungry and wanted to have a good meal.

Mu Gongling also hurried over and urged: "Hanhan, take Xiao Jiang back first. It's already late tonight, and Xiao Jiang must be exhausted!"

Qin Baichuan: "That's right, Jiang Ning, you go back first! Leave this to us!"

Jiang Ning said that he would come back tomorrow to deal with some small details at the back. This painting still needs some embellishment or supplement, but it is not finished yet.

Then he and Mu Binghan left the Art Gallery.

The two got into a taxi.

Originally, Fu Xuanhe wanted to send the two of them off, but Mu Binghan said she had to take Jiang Ning out for dinner first, so she politely declined.

In the car, two people were sitting in the back seat.

Mu Binghan asked with concern: "Are you very tired?"

Jiang Ning: "I am a little tired!"

However, Jiang Ning was not physically tired, but mentally tired. After all, his physical fitness was at a monster level.

If an ordinary person were to paint as intensively as he did today and continue without stopping, he would probably die suddenly halfway through.

This is not an exaggeration. The brush is too heavy. The workers tying steel bars on the construction site had to take a break from time to time before continuing to work, but Jiang Ning almost never stopped. No decent person could withstand this kind of high intensity.

Mu Binghan said distressedly: "Who told you not to take a rest?"

"If you take a break, you'll have to continue later, so you might as well get it done in one go!"

"You are amazing! Beyond anyone's imagination!"

Mu Binghan didn't say anything in the end, but she thought Jiang Ning was really amazing!
Of course, Qin Baichuan and everyone present, who doesn’t think Jiang Ning is amazing?
At that time, almost everyone was stunned.

Mu Binghan was shocked but also quite proud.

A sister is proud of her brother. This is her feeling. Mu Binghan feels proud, and Jiang Ning is so amazing.

Mu Binghan really treats Jiang Ning as his own brother.

However, Jiang Ning doesn't consider her as his real sister.

For example, when in the car, Mu Binghan felt a hand grabbing her butt.

She glared at Jiang Ning and pinched Jiang Ning's thigh.

Mu Binghan whispered, "Don't push your luck!"

Jiang Ning: "Then I just touch it like this?"

Mu Binghan didn't say anything, and didn't show any sign of refusal, which was considered as her consent.

Jiang Ning actually had a certain sense of contract, so he just touched and grabbed it.

Mu Binghan's butt is really big, even bigger than Yin Muyan's, and Jiang Ning is very attracted by it.

Twenty minutes passed like this.

After getting off the car, Jiang Ning reluctantly let go of his hand.

Mu Binghan glared at him fiercely again, "I'll let you have a taste of sweetness today, don't even think about it in the future!"

Jiang Ning smiled, said nothing, and followed her out of the car.

The two got off near the hotel where they were staying. There was a western restaurant there. Mu Binghan suggested that they just have a meal here and then walk back.

Jiang Ning consumed a lot of energy today, especially in terms of brain and spirit.

So he ate a lot tonight and feasted in the western restaurant.

Seeing this, Mu Binghan knew that Jiang Ning was really hungry.

The two of them dined until twelve o'clock, and fortunately the western restaurant did not close until two in the middle of the night.

After eating, the two returned to the hotel.

Mu Binghan followed Jiang Ning into his room and urged him, "Hurry up and take a shower. You've been sweating all day and you stink!"

“Do I smell bad?”

Jiang Ning sniffed his clothes.

Well, there is a smell, but it's not too strong.

Jiang Ning's body has been strengthened, so it is very healthy. A healthy body usually does not have any odor. Even if it sweats, it will not have a very obvious odor, especially for someone like Jiang Ning.

"What do you say?"

Mu Binghan urged him to go into the bathroom to take a shower. In fact, she thought Jiang Ning smelled very good.

But Mu Binghan felt that Jiang Ning had sweated a lot today, so he should take a good bath and have a good rest tonight.

"Oh, take a hot bath!"

"Okay, it's up to you!"

"Yes, listen to my sister!"

Mu Binghan emphasized that because Jiang Ning kept grabbing her butt when she came back just now, Mu Binghan had to emphasize this specifically in order to make Jiang Ning behave himself. They are siblings, and it would be disgraceful if they crossed this line.

Mu Binghan felt too embarrassed to face anyone.

Of course, this is just Mu Binghan's wishful thinking.

They are not real siblings!
Besides, Jiang Ning will not be honest.

When he came out of the bathroom, he saw Mu Binghan had let her hair down. Her thick and moist black hair was filled with a unique fragrance. Mu Binghan's feet were swaying after she took off her high-heeled sandals.

Who wouldn’t be confused after seeing this?
Mu Binghan is very beautiful.

This kind of beauty is not simply pretty.

It is a kind of noble, dignified and elegant beauty.

Seeing Jiang Ning looking at her, Mu Binghan asked her, "What bad idea are you planning again?"

"I was thinking, you're so beautiful!"

"How beautiful?"

Mu Binghan said: "Tell me the reason and make me satisfied!"

Jiang Ning thought about it and finally came up with a sentence: "The peach blossoms are like dew from heaven, they are not just ordinary flowers!"

"what do you mean?"

"The peaches grown in the sky contain nectar and dew, which cannot be compared with ordinary flowers in the world!"

Jiang Ning translated it.

Mu Binghan smiled and said, "According to what you said, wouldn't I have become a Ninth Heaven Fairy?"

"That's not it!"

Jiang Ning came over and sat next to Mu Binghan. As soon as he sat down, he said, "Nine Heavens Fairy is just a thought, but to me, you are very close!"

"Want to get my sister's attention again?"

"I do!"

"Don't even think about it! We can just be siblings..."

But before Mu Binghan could finish her words, Jiang Ning kissed her.

Mu Binghan pushed Jiang Ning's shoulders twice, and during the kiss she felt Jiang Ning's hand pulling off her safety pants.

When Jiang Ning kisses, whether he is facing Yu Churan, Yin Muyan, or now Mu Binghan, he never just kisses.

He also needs a place to put his hands!

She was wearing safety pants today.

Mu Binghan wanted to resist, but the next second, Jiang Ning pressed her down on the bed.

Mu Binghan screamed, and in shock, her safety pants were pulled off by Jiang Ning and thrown aside.

"Why are you wearing safety pants today?"

Jiang Ning asked her curiously.

Mu Binghan: "I'm not wearing a long skirt today, and I'm not wearing safety pants. What do you want to do?"

"It's a bit troublesome to take it off..."

Jiang Ning touched Mu Binghan's panties, but today it was not just a piece of cloth.

It's lace.

Light purple lace.

Still very touching.

Mu Binghan said weakly: "Don't be like this."

Jiang Ning said seriously: "I will do what I did the night before last, I will not go beyond the rules!"

"Can't you be more serious? Stop thinking about these messy things?"

"Have you ever heard a poem?"

"what?"

"There are three thousand diseases in life, but only lovesickness cannot be cured. I can't help myself!"

"You're almost attracted by beauty!"

"Okay, I admit that I was attracted by your beauty!"

Mu Binghan didn't say anything, just stared at him.

She was indeed old enough, and she felt it physically when Jiang Ning teased her. She thought to herself, let Jiang Ning be for a while. After all, he was so tired today, so why not give him some benefits?

But Mu Binghan would not admit it. In fact, she was also a little eager. The devil in her heart seemed to be calling her, wanting her to take that step and let Jiang Ning become one with her, just like when boys were young and came into contact with certain short videos for the first time, they felt a sense of guilt in their hearts, but could not help but watch them.

Mu Binghan is in this state now, and she is actually quite eager for it.

But, she absolutely can't do this!
Mu Binghan thought that Jiang Ning had a girlfriend, so wouldn’t she be the mistress?
And she is an older and shameless mistress!

This is not possible!

Absolutely not!
Although Mu Binghan thought so, she was actually being honest and she didn't resist too much at all.

And Jiang Ning's actions continued.

He really didn't overstep the line, it was just like the night before.

Mu Binghan also held on tightly, but inevitably let Jiang Ning see her serious loss of composure again throughout the whole process.

"Don't look!"

"Jiang Ning!"

Mu Binghan pulled the quilt over, just like the night before, and Jiang Ning even felt that she was a little cute.

"Okay, I won't watch it!"

Jiang Ning smiled and stopped bullying her elder sister.

"Where are my pants?"

"Na!"

Jiang Ning gave her the safety pants and purple lace.

Mu Binghan glared at him fiercely and said, "Turn around!"

"Okay, I'll turn!"

"hurry up!"

"Okay, I'm turning!"

Jiang Ning has turned.

Then Mu Binghan started to put on her pants quickly, but Jiang Ning still took two sneak glances and was seen by Mu Binghan.

"You little rascal, I won't talk to you tomorrow!"

She put her trousers on and quickly regained her demure self, except that her face was flushed and she acted serious.

Jiang Ning smiled and said, "Sister, you are very cute!"

Mu Binghan didn't want to pay attention to him, so she said, "I'm going back to rest, go to bed early!"

Jiang Ning didn't stop her. Instead, he opened the door for her himself. Then Mu Binghan returned to her room.

Although she looks serious now, Jiang Ning estimates that she may not sleep well tonight.

Just as Jiang Ning guessed, Mu Binghan really couldn't sleep tonight.

She went into the bathroom and took a cold shower for half an hour to suppress the desires and distracting thoughts in her heart.

After taking a shower, she lay on the bed to rest, but she couldn't help thinking about what Jiang Ning had just done to her. The more she thought about it, the more she couldn't sleep. After tossing and turning, three or four hours had passed.

Mu Binghan didn't fall asleep until almost four in the morning tonight.

Moreover, at three o'clock, she sent several messages to Jiang Ning, calling him a bad guy.

It's the kind of scolding that's done in a sulky manner, but he's not really angry, and the words are quite cute when you read them.

This is a top-notch queen!

You can imagine the cute side of the royal sister!

But Jiang Ning had fallen asleep long ago.

I don’t know why, but after teasing Mu Binghan tonight, Jiang Ning was in a very happy mood.

In the morning, Mu Binghan got up earlier than him.

Mu Binghan came over and knocked on the door.

The clothes were the skirt she wore the day before yesterday. After all, Mu Binghan only brought those three sets of clothes and skirts when she came to Beijing.

At this time, Mu Binghan said with a serious face: "Hurry up and take a shower and change clothes. We will go out for breakfast later and then go to the Art Gallery. There is still some finishing work there today, right?"

“There is a little finishing work!”

"Hurry up! The sun is shining on your butt!"

"okay!"

"What a little scoundrel!"

Mu Binghan looked at him, and after she came in, she closed the door.

At this time, she was also on guard against Jiang Ning, worried that Jiang Ning might make some move.

But Jiang Ning was indeed very serious this morning.

He took a shower, blew his hair, and got dressed, all as usual.

Afterwards, the two went to have breakfast and then headed to the Art Gallery.

While riding in the car, Jiang Ning did not grab Mu Binghan's butt.

Are you honest now?
Mu Binghan thought.

Soon, the two arrived at the art painting hall.

Jiang Ning still has some finishing work to do today. After all, he used a large brush to paint yesterday, so there are some delicate details that still need to be worked on.

When the process is completed, Jiang Ning's job will be done.

The last step is to look at Qin Baichuan's inscription.

Usually they write poems or lyrics, it depends on which one he writes.

"Hey, Jiang Ning, here I come!"

At around nine o'clock in the morning, Jiang Ning and his friends met Qin Baichuan and others.

It is worth mentioning that there is a group of people coming with Qin Baichuan and his friends today.

Among them was a young man who pushed in a wheelchair with an old man on it.

The old man looked to be over ninety years old. All his hair had fallen out, but his beard was still very long, but it was all white.

And he looked like an idiot.

Alzheimer's disease?

Yes, that's the feeling, it's like Alzheimer's, without a word.

Qin Baichuan came up to introduce Jiang Ning and said, "Jiang Ning, this old man is my old friend, Ye Yongnian! He is also the Chinese painting master I mentioned before!"

Jiang Ning suddenly realized and wanted to say hello to the other party.

Qin Baichuan also shouted to him: "Yongnian, did you hear that?"

"oh oh……"

Ye Yongnian nodded blankly, glanced at Jiang Ning, and didn't react.

The young man said helplessly: "Grandpa Qin, my grandpa, he seems to not even recognize us recently!"

Qin Baichuan sighed, and thought that his old friend would probably die soon too.

"Wait and show him something good, and see if that can stimulate him?"

What Qin Baichuan wanted Ye Yongnian to see was the large-scale freehand ink painting of mountains and rivers that Jiang Ning had painted yesterday.

Jiang Ning's work is absolutely amazing.

Qin Baichuan thought, if this couldn't help Ye Yongnian recover, then he had no other choice.

Then, everyone went upstairs together.

The large ink-splashing painting that Jiang Ning drew yesterday is still there, but it has been protected.

Such a masterpiece that is enough to shock the Chinese painting community should naturally be treated with caution.

At this time, the young man Qin Baichuan said: "Grandpa Qin, do you think it is useful to look at that painting?"

Qin Baichuan had told them before that perhaps Jiang Ning's painting could stimulate Ye Yongnian and help him regain some clarity.

After all, Ye Yongnian loves painting!
Maybe, it is possible!

Qin Baichuan thought, even if his old friend passed away, he couldn't die as miserably as he is now, right?
Even Qin Baichuan himself didn't want to.

Sitting in a wheelchair like this, even his children and grandchildren may not remember him, and he may even lose the ability to take care of himself.

He was having nightmares just thinking about it.

How can death be so depressing?

There is a line in "Deathbed Poem": I want to illuminate the floating life, and with a smile the floating life will disappear.

It talks about an optimistic attitude of not fearing death and leaving this world with a laugh.

This was Qin Baichuan's dream way of dying, and definitely not Ye Yongnian's current pathetic state.

"Yongnian, did you see it? This huge painting!"

"How about this freehand ink painting?"

Qin Baichuan pointed to the huge painting in front of Ye Yongnian.

"Oh...um..."

Ye Yongnian muttered to himself like a fool, his eyes fell on the painting of Jiang Ning.

Those were a pair of foolish eyes, without any spirit in them.

However, his eyes never left the painting. It seemed that he started looking at it out of some kind of inertia towards paintings.