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The bigwigs all rushed out of the inner room and returned to the long desk in the outer study.

Qi Wenhai's face fell instantly when his gaze fell on the painting of black persimmons that hadn't been taken away yet.

next second.

"Snapped!"

He slapped his thigh.

The old man looked extremely annoyed, his features almost scrunched up.

"Ouch!"

"If I'd known you'd organized this whole thing, Old Chen, I wouldn't have even bothered with this stupid meeting!"

"I should have been squatting outside your door first thing this morning!"

The art academy argued about the allocation of funds all morning, wasting half a vat of their breath.

Not a single penny more was gained.

Looking back, it turns out...

Good heavens, Chen Daoming's study is full of treasures.

Any one of these paintings could be a striking piece to hang in an exhibition hall.

Qi Wenhai felt more and more heartbroken the more he thought about it.

How can this be considered late?

That's a loss of hundreds of millions!

Chen Daoming slowly patted his old friend on the back.

With a silky smooth motion, she pulled the raw Xuan paper with the black persimmons painted on it closer to her.

The movements were small, but the possessiveness of the child was extremely obvious.

"Old Qi, you're not too late."

Chen Daoming smiled and raised his hand, pointing to Fang Yu beside him.

"Look, the person in question is right here, and the paper and ink are all ready."

Qi Wenhai suddenly turned his head.

Those eyes immediately fixed on Fang Yu.

Fang Yu was leaning lazily against his desk.

He straightened up a bit when he met that burning gaze.

"Since Teacher Chen has already spoken up..."

"Then I'll just scribble a couple more strokes."

Qi Wenhai quickly stepped aside, respectfully giving up his seat at the table.

Liu Yifei had already walked to the inkstone.

I added some water to the inkstone and started rubbing the ink stick in circles.

A celestial beauty adds fragrance to the scene, while pine soot ink slowly dissolves.

The glossy black ink had accumulated in a layer at the bottom of the inkstone.

Fang Yu picked out a large, high-capsule brush from the brush rack.

This brush is usually used for writing large characters and large characters; its belly is extremely thick and it absorbs water well.

Most of the water in the water bowl was absorbed by the brush tip.

Fang Yu dipped the inkstone in ink again.

The brush tip gently scrapes the edge of the inkstone.

Qi Wenhai stood to the side, holding his breath, his body almost reaching onto the table.

Lay out a four-foot-long sheet of raw Xuan paper.

The paperweight holds down the corners of the paper.

Fang Yu raised his hand.

With a resounding thud, the pen fell to the ground!

Water and ink collide on the paper.

The brush did not draw any specific lines.

Fang Yu pressed his wrist down, sweeping the brush across the rice paper.

A large exploding mass of ink appeared on the spot!

It doesn't employ meticulous detail or test the waters.

It's just one splash of ink after another.

Let's do it!

happy!

The moisture on the Xuan paper began to spread freely.

In some places, the ink is dark and deep, while in others it has been diluted by water, and in still others the paper's own pale white color is revealed.

Fang Yu moved extremely fast.

The second stroke, the third stroke, fell heavily in succession!

The ink and wash blend seamlessly, creating a unified whole.

Qi Wenhai craned his neck.

He Zheng and Zhou Yuanshan couldn't help but come over as well.

They didn't understand those six black persimmons.

They were completely bewildered by these lumps of black dough, each the size of a washbasin.

But there was one thing that everyone present understood.

Fang Yu's writing is truly wild!

When others paint, they are very careful, afraid of making a single mistake.

He paints as if the paper has already told him how to proceed!

Putting down the writing brush, Fang Yu casually pulled out a fine hairpin.

This time, the pen tip was only dipped in the driest ink residue.

Above that huge splash of ink, the brush began to sketch.

A few thin threads quickly take shape.

A bald forehead.

Two droopy eyebrows.

Eyes narrowed to slits.

Her nose is a bit flat.

His chin was connected to his short, thick neck.

A few strokes of the pen.

A face leaped off the page!

His face showed three parts drunkenness and seven parts playful laughter.

undisciplined.

funny.

Yet there was an indescribable sense of ease about it.

And right below this head was the large, wildly splashed ink that had just been there.

It wasn't until now that the big shots realized what was going on!

That's not a scribbled ink blot.

Those were the immortal's exposed, plump belly, and the wide sleeves of his robe billowing in the wind!

There are no rigid outlines, no regular folds.

The figure was completely lifted up by the ink mist.

Shen Yun has firmly established itself!

A masterpiece of ink splashing, "Immortal".

Fang Yu casually tossed aside his fine brush and gracefully took a half-step back.

"Dean Qi."

"Consider this a small gift from your junior to us."

The study fell silent.

Only the sound of everyone breathing remained.

Qi Wenhai gripped the edge of the table with both hands, his entire body almost pressed against the painting.

The ink on the painting is still slowly seeping in.

But the ethereal quality of this painting has been firmly established!

Wild and unrestrained.

With an ultimate sense of freedom, as if saying, "The world laughs at my madness, but I laugh at their ignorance."

Qi Wenhai's lips moved, but his voice was a little dry.

"Broken ink..."

"The freehand style of simplified brushwork..."

He turned his head and looked at Fang Yu.

His eyes had completely changed.

He had previously wanted to get to the bottom of things and find out about his lineage.

Now?

What the hell are you asking!

It's pointless!

The mastermind who can train such prodigies is most likely a true reclusive master.

Someone like me, a commoner who spends his days arguing and attending meetings at the art academy, would probably not even be allowed to enter.

Qi Wenhai took a deep breath.

His back was straight, and his tone was more solemn than ever before.

"Young man."

"I'll shamelessly accept this painting."

He paused, staring at Fang Yu as he gave his promise, word by word:

"I will never go back on my word!"

"A separate exhibition area for the Young Artists Nomination Exhibition is always reserved for you!"

"Not just this time, but in the future, if you get itchy and draw a few more pictures, even if they're just tiny ones about the width of a finger, just throw them to me anytime."

"I'll personally pave the way for your exhibition at the art academy!"

Fang Yu nodded.

His tone remained carefree and relaxed.

"Okay, I'll contact you when I have time."