Rebirth Lord of Time and Space

Chapter 295 A lot of excitement on Yunmeng Lake
At this moment, on Yunmeng Lake,
A thunderstorm had just dissipated, and there was a cool breeze.

The water is bright and clear, and the mountains are empty and rainy.

Everyone stretched their eyebrows, indescribably happy.

Soon, they came to the Yunmeng Pavilion.

Yunmeng Pavilion stands tall on a small hill, surrounded by water on three sides, looking around, it is an excellent place to enjoy the lake and mountains.

Everyone stood on the high pavilion, leaning against the railing, and the cool breeze came oncoming. Looking far away, thousands of miles of mist and sparkling water, they couldn't help but be intoxicated by the scenery of the lake and mountains.

Chen Yu took a deep breath, his face fascinated: "The cool wind hits the shore, the waves are rolling, and there is a beautiful woman by your side. It is really a joyful thing in life."

As he said that, he still did not forget to compliment him: "Teacher, the title 'Beauty in the Wind and the Moon' is really wonderful, and it suddenly gives off a poetic and picturesque feeling."

Qi Jiuyou also nodded: "Under the poetic and picturesque mood, it is difficult not to recite poems and write lyrics."

Zhang Dingshan let his servant boil a pot of wine, squinted his eyes lazily on the wicker chair in the gazebo, fanned a cattail fan, leisurely and leisurely, it seemed that the competition of these young juniors could not catch his eyes at all.

Zhang Qingyue looked at her two proud disciples, and said, "Okay, now that the interest is up, let's start."

Soon, the servant set up two easels for sketching, spread rice paper, and prepared pens, inks and paints.

"Mr. Lin, please!"

Lin Fei was still immersed in the fun of the mountains and forests, and was fascinated by it. After a long time of recollection, he said perfunctorily: "You two start first, I have a plan in my heart, and writing is like a god."

"cut!"

Chen Yu shook his head disdainfully, and said contemptuously, "I think you've blown your hair out, and you're afraid of embarrassment."

Lin Fei was too lazy to talk to these two people. As the saying goes, if you have a Buddha in your heart, you will see everything as a Buddha. If you have a dog in your heart, you will look like a dog.

Seeing that Lin Fei was unmoved, Chen Yu and Qi Jiuyou looked at each other and started to act.

First of all, Chen Yu paints, according to the feeling in his memory, he swipes on the cooked rice paper.

The art of painting pays attention to the fact that water drips through stone, and water grinds hard work.

Like Chen Yu, who studied painting at the age of six, practiced three times in winter and three days in summer, and practiced hard for 20 years. In addition to his amazing talent, and relying on his rich family background, he has invited countless famous masters to teach him by example.

Chinese painting talks about "with confidence in mind", that is, with hills and valleys in mind, one can write with spirit.

He has drawn this painting once, so he already has a draft in his heart. Now that he is painting it, he is familiar with it and completed it in one go.

In a short while, a landscape painting fell on the paper, with capped green hills in the distance, jagged rocks nearby, a pine and cypress taking root, and a boat on the shimmering lake, a woman in a green shirt, with picturesque eyebrows and smiling eyes. full of meaning.

As soon as Chen Yu finished painting, he looked at Qi Jiuyou.

Qi Jiuyou nodded, took a small wolf hair brush, dipped it in the ink hard, and swiped it at the upper right corner of the painting.

"Try Luoshang under the branch of Xiaotao, the fragrance of butterfly powder fights. The moon grinds down the fragrant grass, half of the face is full of red makeup.

The wind is warm, the sun is long, and the willows are hanging down.A pair of dancing swallows, thousands of flying flowers, the setting sun all over the ground. "

Qi Jiuyou is just an amateur calligrapher, and his calligraphy can barely be read, but this poem expresses emotion with the scenery, and the aftertaste of writing is leisurely.

Zhang Dingshan, who had been resting there with his eyes closed all the time, opened his eyes suddenly when he heard someone chanting this poem softly, and exclaimed:
"This poem reminds me of an old friend. After chewing it carefully, it has such a three-point artistic conception, and the aftertaste is endless."

"Mr. Zhang is absurd."

Qi Jiuyou couldn't help being proud of being praised by Zhang Dingshan.

After all, the two stamped the inscription on the painting, and looked at Lin Fei with contempt at the same time.

The look of disdain in that gaze was even stronger, and he taunted: "I don't know Mr. Lin, writing a pen is like a god's help, and the gods have run away. You haven't written this pen yet!"

Lin Fei raised his eyebrows: "What's the rush? There are beautiful scenery and beauties, but I'm missing a pot of fine wine. I'm not happy! I'm not happy!"

Pack!You pretend for me again!
Damn it, I'll see how you pretend later!
At this moment, everyone felt disdainful towards Lin Fei in their hearts. Even the servant who was boiling the wine was quite disdainful. Anyone should do what they want. Miss...ah, bah!

Chen Yu sneered, "Will Mr. Lin start painting as long as there is good wine?"

Lin Fei shook his head, his tone full of regret: "It's such a beautiful day, wouldn't it be a pity to not have a drink with the beautiful scenery?"

Zhang Dingshan suddenly pointed to the wine on the table and said: "This is 20-year-old peach blossom wine. The temperature of the wine is right now. If you can drink it well, this wine will be regarded as my respect. If you can't make it, this wine will be regarded as my reward." Yours, do you understand?"

Without being polite, Lin Fei grabbed the jug of wine on the table, took a sip, and enjoyed it.

"There are wines, scenery, beauties, and brush and ink painting, happy, really happy!"

Lin Fei took another sip violently, and at this moment, his whole temperament seemed to have changed, becoming ethereal, less domineering like an emperor, and more debauched like a mountain grotesque.

He stands on a tall building,
A gentle breeze blows in your face,

Looking far and wide, endless melancholy filled the sky sadly.

The sun was hiding behind the clouds, the sky and the earth were a little dizzy, the grass was overcast,

Lin Fei leaned against the railing, drinking alone.

The back view is a little lonely, and Zhang Wen can't help but stare at a beautiful picture in the setting sun.

Suddenly, Lin Fei turned his head, his eyes were clear, and he laughed loudly: "Come here, I will serve you with pen and ink."

The servant felt contemptuous and came up reluctantly.

Lin Fei said angrily: "Get out, you are also assigned to grind ink for this deity? It's up to you..."

Lin Fei pointed at Zhang Wen and said domineeringly.

Zhang Wen blushed a little, and it was strange that even though Lin Fei was pretending to be so aggressive, and even ordered her in such a blunt tone, she couldn't feel disgusted at all.

It seems that he himself is the kind of peerless and wonderful man who is beautiful in the world, and she will be willing to do whatever he asks her to do.

She hurried up and really began to rub Lin Fei's ink.

The faces of Chen Yu and Qi Jiuyou were so dark that water could be squeezed out.

Red sleeves add fragrance, plain hands rub ink.

Or a proud girl like Zhang Wen.

How could we not let others be jealous, especially Chen Yu and Qi Jiuyou, who clenched their fists tightly, wanting to beat Lin Fei to the ground.

'Hmph... Pretend, let's see how long you can pretend. '

'I'll see you in a while. '

The two said angrily at the same time.

Just at this moment, Lin Fei had already started to write, and countless ink droplets blended on the four-foot rice paper.

Lin Fei's hands are fast, and he pays attention to painting in one go. He has been in the simulator for an unknown number of years, but it has been at least tens of thousands of years since he was able to dye rivers no less than the Yangtze River and the Yellow River black.

Mortals live less than a hundred years.

No matter how hard you work and how talented you are, how can you be qualified to stand shoulder to shoulder with him?
He has been aware of painting for tens of thousands of years, and he has already stood at the pinnacle of human history in the past 5000 years.

(End of this chapter)