Goddesses? I just want them to get rewards!

Chapter 137: I have a great scholar to debate for me! Let Jiang Ning write the inscription?

After seeing the painting on the ground, Ye Yongnian's eyes, which originally looked like he had Alzheimer's disease, lit up.

His complexion also changed drastically.

Even at this moment, he wanted to rush out of the wheelchair, not to stand up, but to be so excited that he wanted to rush out of the wheelchair.

"grandfather!"

The young man cried out, fearing that something had happened to his grandfather.

The old man almost fell out of the wheelchair due to his difficulty walking, but fortunately the young man stabilized him in time.

"Who painted this?"

Ye Yongnian said this in great shock.

The young man asked excitedly: "Grandpa, are you okay?"

"Old man, are you finally awake?"

Qin Baichuan asked excitedly and laughed loudly. He didn't expect that he asked Ye Yongnian's family to push Ye Yongnian here, and Ye Yongnian actually got better!

Ye Yongnian nodded: "I am suffering from Alzheimer's disease! I have been in a daze recently and I don't know what happened!"

Then he pointed to the large ink painting on the ground and said, "Old Qin, who painted this? Is there anyone in the country who can do this?"

You know, Ye Yongnian is now the number one Chinese painter in the country!

But he was shocked to find that there were people here who were more powerful than him!

He said, "Is there anyone in the world who can do this? Lao Qin, take me to see him!"

Qin Baichuan laughed loudly, "Old man, just tell me, what's good about this painting?"

"The brushwork is open and closed, responding to the situation freely, and the layout is exquisite! Look at the mountains, rivers and land, they are so vast and majestic, and they swallow up the world! Moreover, this should be a work that was completed in one go, and the brushwork should be continuous without interruption in the middle!"

Ye Yongnian took a deep breath, "What kind of ability does it take to have such a skill? I can't even draw such a work. I'm dying. I don't have enough energy! The person who drew this picture must have great spirit!"

"grandfather……"

The young man wanted to ask Grandpa not to say such unlucky words.

However, Ye Yongnian interrupted him: "Old people are talking, young people should not interrupt!"

"Lao Qin, which master painted this?"

Ye Yongnian looked at Qin Baichuan. He was eager to know the author of this huge painting.

But Qin Baichuan pointed at Jiang Ning and said, "This is Jiang Ning. This is Mr. Jiang who did this!"

"he?"

Ye Yongnian looked at Jiang Ning, his eyes widened, and he said, "Impossible! This young boy is not even as old as my grandson. Old Qin, are you trying to scare me?"

Jiang Ning didn't say anything either, he knew Qin Baichuan would help him explain it clearly.

Qin Baichuan continued, "How is it impossible? Are you allowed to be both literary and martial, but young people are not allowed to produce a genius?"

"Impossible! You can't just point at a young boy and scare an old man like me. I'm almost dead, and you're still scare me? You old man, tell me who drew it!"

Ye Yongnian still didn't believe it. How could he believe it?

Talking without proof!

But Qin Baichuan said to the middle-aged man in a suit behind him: "Xiao Zhao, please open the video of yesterday!"

"Okay, Mr. Qin."

The middle-aged man then brought out a video camera, which contained the entire process of Jiang Ning's painting yesterday, including the time he spent painting "Smoke in the Desert", a total of more than eleven hours.

After the middle-aged man turned on the camera, Qin Baichuan asked him to fast forward to the scene where Jiang Ning was painting the huge painting.

"Old man, watch out! I'm not kidding you!"

As Qin Baichuan was speaking, the middle-aged man bent down, held the camera in both hands, and showed the video to Ye Yongnian.

Ye Yongnian looked at the screen, and indeed, he saw Jiang Ning painting with a large brush.

As the footage played, Ye Yongnian became more and more shocked. His face was almost pressed against the camera, his expression full of disbelief.

"how is this possible?"

"So young, and such offensive power!"

"How is this possible!"

Ye Yongnian kept exclaiming in shock.

He watched for twenty minutes.

Qin Baichuan said, "Old man, do you believe it?"

Ye Yongnian raised his head, took a deep breath, and said, "Old man, I believe it!"

Only then did he look at Jiang Ning.

I saw Jiang Ning still standing here. He looked calm and was very composed inside.

Maybe it's because he has come into contact with more powerful people in the past few days, Jiang Ning's mentality has also changed a little.

He won't feel nervous anymore.

For example, when he sees Ye Yongnian, a giant in a certain field, he feels calm.

Especially Ye Yongnian is a painter.

Jiang Ning thought to himself, I have great painting skills and I have the ultimate skills, you should not be as good as me!

So, why am I panicking?
Don’t panic at all!

Ye Yongnian stared at Jiang Ning, sizing him up and down, then asked earnestly, "Who did you learn this freehand ink painting from?"

Ye Yongnian's tone was not one of questioning, but one of disbelief and doubt.

For a moment, Ye Yongnian still couldn't accept it.

After all, Jiang Ning is just a young boy who looks less than 20 years old, but he possesses such extraordinary abilities. He is an old guy in his early 90s who has studied for a lifetime, but is no more capable than him, or even worse than him!

It would be strange if Ye Yongnian could accept it so quickly!

Jiang Ning replied: "I learned a few tricks from my grandfather when I was a kid."

"What's your grandpa's name?"

Ye Yongnian asked hurriedly. In his opinion, if Jiang Ning had such ability, then his grandfather would naturally not be bad either. He didn't know which master of Chinese painting he was!
Jiang Ning: "My grandfather is just an ordinary person. He said that my great-grandfather knew a little bit of painting and calligraphy. He learned a little from my great-grandfather when he was a child, and I learned from my grandfather for a few months when I was a child. Later, I went to primary school and put it aside. Later, my grandfather passed away."

But Jiang Ning had never seen his grandfather.

However, no matter what, just bring grandpa out.

Ye Yongnian: "No, you only studied for a few months, and you were still a child. Did you continue to study afterwards? Or who did you follow to continue studying?"

"No, I just fell down one day and hit the back of my head, and suddenly I got enlightened, and then I learned calligraphy and painting. It feels magical to me when I talk about it!"

puff!
Ye Yongnian almost vomited blood, "Falling down and hitting your head, and then you become enlightened?"

"What else? I'm eighteen years old. I can't have been studying for decades, right? But maybe I was a survivor in my previous life, and I could write and draw. I fell and hit the back of my head, so I awakened my wisdom from my previous life. Is that possible?"

"This……"

Ye Yongnian was speechless for a moment.

The older generation really believes this.

Jiang Ning added: "Wang Yangming, an ancient saint, has a poem saying that Wang Shouren, fifty years ago, was the one who opened the door and closed it. Maybe he really has innate wisdom. Who knows, because of some opportunity, some person will realize it one day, and then travel thousands of miles a day!"

Fifty years ago, Wang Shouren was the one who opened the door and closed it.

This poem says that Wang Yangming once passed by a temple, pushed the door open and saw an old monk who had already passed away. Wang Yangming felt very familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before. Then the old monk next to him said this poem, and Wang Yangming suddenly understood. The meaning of this poem is that the old monk who passed away behind closed doors in this room fifty years ago is you who are opening the door now. It talks about Wang Yangming's past and present lives, and also talks about some of his wisdom.

Young people naturally don't believe in such things.

But the older generation believes this.

Like Ye Yongnian, who is over 90 years old, going back to the Republic of China period, materialism had nothing to do with him. He also believed that there are gods above his head and that there are past and present lives.

"Fifty years ago, Wang Shouren, the one who opened the door, was the one who closed it..."

Ye Yongnian happened to know this poem.

"So, you got it?"

Ye Yongnian asked.

Jiang Ning shook his head: "Maybe, maybe not."

Qin Baichuan scolded, "Old fellow, Jiang Ning is an expert in both calligraphy and painting, a natural talent, and you still don't believe it?"

"This... is incredible!"

Ye Yongnian exclaimed: "Let's not talk about anything else. After watching the video, I know that he drew it, but I can't accept it for a while. I have waited for so long to get to this point!"

He pointed to the huge painting on the ground in front of him and said, "This skill has reached the pinnacle!"

Qin Baichuan laughed, "That's normal. At first, I didn't believe it either! There are geniuses in the world, not me, not you, but we can't think that geniuses don't exist, right?"

"Yeah yeah!"

Ye Yongnian sighed. He looked at Jiang Ning again: "I'll call you Jiang Ning too. Old man, I want to ask you, did you finish this painting in one go?"

"It's been over ten hours without stopping. I wonder if this counts as one breath?"

"That's amazing! Let's not talk about the skill level. Even with my physical strength, I couldn't last long even when I was in good health a few years ago!"

Ye Yongnian was very surprised. Splashing ink with a large brush is very demanding on one's physical strength!

Even ordinary writing and drawing with a small brush tests physical strength and endurance.

Not to mention this big brush.

Qin Baichuan: "Old man, let's stop talking for now. Jiang Ning still has to finish the last part today, so don't get in his way!"

Ye Yongnian was curious: "What's missing from this painting... Oh, it should be some minor repairs, right?"

"more or less!"

Jiang Ning nodded.

Next, after Qin Baichuan had people prepare ink and several brushes, Jiang Ning took off his shoes, rolled up his trouser legs, and carefully walked into the painting under the gaze of everyone.

Jiang Ning is in very good physical condition now and has a strong control over his strength. He just stood on tiptoe and felt as light as a swallow. It was not that his feet were directly covering it.

Moreover, even when just standing on tiptoe, Jiang Ning's posture was very stable.

Seeing this, Ye Yongnian said to Qin Baichuan, "Has this young man ever practiced martial arts? Most people standing like this would never be as steady as him!"

The martial arts that Ye Yongnian mentioned were not the kind seen in novels, TV shows, and movies, but simply referred to martial arts that strengthen the body and health. He grew up in the Republic of China and had really seen kung fu at that time.

Qin Baichuan shook his head. "I don't understand, but he was able to swing the big brush for ten hours yesterday, and he hardly stopped during that time. His physical endurance is evident!"

"Splashing ink with that big brush is a huge test of your physical strength. If I were to try, it would take me several months to finish it! This young man is not an ordinary person!" Ye Yongnian was shocked and moved.

Qin Baichuan: "Keep watching!"

"it is good!"

At the same time, everyone was looking at Jiang Ning.

Jiang Ning's final work is actually not much, just some minor repairs. After all, he used a large brush yesterday, and some detailed content cannot be achieved with a large brush, so Jiang Ning has to add the detailed content today.

For example, travelers, anglers, etc.

Jiang Ning placed hundreds of characters in a small space.

"The characters are so vivid and lively, this young man not only paints majestic landscapes, but also paints characters so realistically and meaningfully!"

Ye Yongnian sighed again.

Qin Baichuan: "This kind of genius is hard to come by!"

The two old men were talking to each other, and there were many people around, listening to their discussion.

Mu Binghan, Fu Xuanhe, Yu Minghua, Mu Gongling, etc., in addition to the persons in charge above.

After all, the place where this painting is placed is an important reception hall for welcoming foreign guests. It should reflect the magnificent rivers and mountains of China as well as the grandeur of China since ancient times.

From the perspective of the middle-aged man in charge of this matter, Jiang Ning's current work is completely acceptable!

It should be a good work that satisfies the above!

Everyone witnessed Jiang Ning's performance yesterday. The middle-aged man thought to himself that this young man was so talented and had a bright future ahead of him!

Think about it, this young man is only eighteen years old. By then, this painting can be hung in a very important place. Maybe it will not be taken down for the next ten years, dozens of years or even longer, just like the A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains in the Great Hall!

Mu Binghan listened to the discussion of the crowd, especially the words of the two oldest old guys here, and she was not very calm.

Although she knew that Jiang Ning was very capable, Mu Binghan was surprised and happy for Jiang Ning when she saw him being recognized by more and more capable people.

Unknowingly, Jiang Ning has reached a very impressive level!

More than two hours passed quickly and Jiang Ning came out of the huge painting. He put on his shoes and put down his brush and ink.

After some minor repairs, Jiang Ning has completed the painting perfectly.

As for the inscription, it is not his business.

That was done by Qin Baichuan.

Jiang Ning thought, after I finish the work, I'll see if there's anything else to do and just wander around the capital for a while, then I'll retreat!
At this time, Ye Yongnian asked his grandson to push the wheelchair closer, and he walked around the huge painting and looked at it very seriously.

Of course, his wheelchair and the huge painting were always kept more than one meter apart.

Ye Yongnian didn't dare to get too close, for he was worried that the wheelchair might suddenly break down and he would slide into the painting.

In this way, it is not as simple as wasting resources!

Ye Yongnian walked around the huge painting and looked at it. He had not looked at it before, but now he began to look at it seriously. Naturally, the more he looked at it, the more shocked he became.

"The finishing touch will lead to transcendence!"

“But perhaps, this is already considered transcendence?”

"Even in the ancient times when art was so glorious, this young man's ability would be enough for him to leave his name in history!"

Ye Yongnian's expression remained unchanged, but his heart was filled with waves of turmoil.

Jiang Ning is far more than just being powerful.

How can a mere word like “awesome” be enough to describe him?

When the writing is frightening, the poem becomes the weeping ghosts and gods!
Do not!
It is "painted to make ghosts and gods cry!"

Ye Yongnian thought.

Qin Baichuan said to Jiang Ning at this time: "Jiang Ning, look, how about you write this character?"

“I’ll write it?”

Jiang Ning was surprised.

Qin Baichuan said: "My calligraphy is fine if it is placed on other paintings, but it lacks vigor when placed on this painting!"

What I mean is, I'm afraid of tarnishing your painting!
Jiang Ning's painting has made Ye Yongnian feel inferior.

Qin Baichuan felt that if he was partnered with Ye Yongnian, writing would naturally not be a problem for him, but if he was partnered with Jiang Ning, that would not be the case!

At this time, Mu Gongling also winked at Jiang Ning.

Jiang Ning almost understood what he meant.

Qin Baichuan intentionally gave the entire stage to Jiang Ning.

Jiangshan has talented people on behalf of the people, and they have been leading the way for hundreds of years.

It’s time for the old guy to retire!
Ye Yongnian came over and asked Qin Baichuan: "Baichuan, you don't want to write an inscription?"

The middle-aged man in charge also hurriedly asked: "Mr. Qin, do you want Mr. Jiang to write an inscription?"

Qin Baichuan sighed, "Jiang Ning's calligraphy is much better than mine! Ten years ago, my calligraphy was still full of vigor, but now it's gone. Although it's not as old as a tree, it's also half buried! How can my calligraphy compare to Jiang Ning's paintings with such vigor and vigor?"

Ye Yongnian asked again: "Old Qin, how is Jiang Ning's calligraphy?"

"Didn't I just say that? His calligraphy is just like his paintings. He is a genius! He is a generalist!"

"This……"

Ye Yongnian was surprised. With Jiang Ning's performance in painting, Ye Yongnian could no longer doubt Jiang Ning.

He is not a young boy!

How can you underestimate him?

"Jiang Ning, what do you think?"

Qin Baichuan asked Jiang Ning again.

Jiang Ning did not refuse, "Then let me do it! Mr. Qin, Mr. Ye, and everyone else, what do you think should be written here?"

Jiang Ning glanced at everyone.

But the so-called people here are actually only Qin Baichuan and Ye Yongnian.

These two people are both elderly people in their twilight years, with great reputation and ability. Who can complain at this time?
In other places, people call Mu Gongling "Old Mu", but in front of Qin Baichuan, he is just "Little Mu".

Qin Baichuan walked around the huge painting and pondered for a long time.

Two minutes later, he suddenly recited: "The scenery of the north, thousands of miles of ice? "Qinyuanchun·Snow", how about it?"

"No!"

Ye Yongnian interrupted him directly.

Ye Yongnian explained: "The second half of this painting is completely fine, but in the first half, there is obviously no snow scene. How can there be thousands of miles of ice and thousands of miles of snow? It doesn't fit the scene!"

"That's right, this song is indeed not suitable. If this painting was a vast river and mountains in winter, it would be suitable!"

Qin Baichuan thought about it and then fell into deep thought.

A long time passed and there was no response.

"You two, how about Nian Nu Jiao Kun Lun?"

On the other side, Jiang Ning suddenly spoke.

(End of this chapter)