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After asking for advice, it was not until dusk that it was announced that it had come to an end.

Li Yifeng smiled and said, "Junsheng, can you gain something?"

Ye Junsheng replied: "I benefited a lot."

"Haha, then you might as well make one now and see how?"

Huang Yuanqi next to him said, "Yi Feng's words are confused. Painting is not a poem. How can it be achieved overnight?"

Ye Junsheng said: "You might as well give it a try."

After saying that, standing in front of the desk, moving the bones of the hand first, suddenly, his hands were out, and each of them twisted a brush, and he used his pen to move it as if he was one mind and two times, and he started to draw on the white paper.

This scene was seen by Li Yifeng and Huang Yuanqi, and immediately opened their mouths and could almost stuff an egg into it: What is the way to draw it?

No matter whether it is the Southern and Northern schools or the Central schools, I have never seen it. It is a bit like a street-based method of selling art, almost a mess.

After being surprised, Huang Yuanqi's face looked a little gloomy: Ye Junsheng's performance is not the right way, so where can he draw like this? He seems very unrigorous and playful.

In just half a cup of tea, Ye Junsheng put down his two pens and signaled Mo Cheng.

Li Yifeng and Huang Yuanqi looked at each other and walked over. As soon as they looked, their faces flashed with surprise again: Ye Junsheng painted a picture of "Climbing the High" on the spot, which was almost exactly the same as the previous one. But after careful consideration, both the artistic conception and the brushstrokes were leaping to a stairs, with two points of agility coming out.

Progress has been made, and it is a great progress.

At this time, the two old people's eyes when they looked at Ye Junsheng had a completely different change.

Huang Yuanqi asked: "Junsheng. Why do you think of painting with both hands?"

Ye Junsheng replied: "Will this happen faster?"

Li Yifeng smiled bitterly: "It's too fast."

Ye Junsheng said: "Actually, I just want to study it..." It is hard to explain the specific things clearly.

Li Yifeng smacked his lips, and Huang Yuanqi was also stroking his beard, all speechless. They lived at such a large age and had seen many people, but they had never seen such paintings. First, they were both focused and used in both hands. It was quite difficult, and ordinary scholars were both weaker and difficult to compete with. Second, in the orthodox teaching, they were all focused on being straight. How could they think of using such fancy means? In the eyes of those who are interested, it is difficult to guarantee that they would be "sensational".

The problem at the moment is that Ye Junsheng not only used it, but also had good results, and the two old people were not easy to criticize. This is a unique way, right? Whether they have the status of master and apprenticeship, many words are not suitable for saying. In fact, not only Li Yifeng, but also Huang Yuanqi, almost regarded Ye Junsheng as a peer-to-peer relationship.

After dinner, Ye Junsheng said goodbye. Huang Yuanqi stayed and discussed with Li Yifeng:

"Yifeng. I always think that Junsheng's research on these fancy brushwork is useless. If it is just to increase speed, what's the point?"

No matter how fast you draw, if you are prolific and not as good as the quality, you will always be a painter and cannot become a "home".

Li Yifeng touched his chin: "Although I think so, I just don't know why, it's hard to say it when facing him."

Huang Yuanqi was silent, feeling sad.

Both of them reached the point of asking Ye Junsheng to write, and they had no advantage in themselves. They said that they were just a guide, but in fact they were more about discussion. At the same time, they also understood that with Ye Junsheng's temperament, as long as he recognized things, they would definitely stick to it, and others would advise them.

A light flashed in Li Yifeng's eyes: "Maybe he can succeed?"

Yes, there have been many incredible things happening to Ye Junsheng. From poetry to calligraphy, and now to painting, it is not a strange thing to play any unique skills.

Perhaps, because of this consideration, they did not say that they were painting with both hands in front of Ye Junsheng.

However, what they didn't expect was that if Ye Junsheng, who was a sorcerer, was really showing off his tricks, he would be so superb. After a period of practice and contemplation, he gradually reached the state of being able to do whatever he wanted.

Just wait until you find the point of fit with the painting, you can perfectly blend it and become a beautiful and practical creative means.

This is better than the legendary martial arts painting: Taoist painting!

Ye Junsheng's ideas have always been active. Since there are conditions and foundations, we should take a unique path.

When I returned to Duzhu Zhai, I listened outside first and realized that there was nothing moving. I thought that the group of belles had left, so I felt at ease to enter the house.

Ye Junmei was sweeping the floor. When he saw him coming back, he hurriedly said, "Brother, why did you come back so late? Have you had dinner?"

Ye Junsheng replied: "I've eaten it."

Seeing that he was still absent-minded, Ye Jun covered his mouth and said, "Brother, are you so afraid of dealing with women?"

Ye Junsheng coughed dryly: "It's not that he is afraid, but that he feels troublesome."

"trouble?"

Ye Junmei's eyes suddenly became big. She looked at her brother up and down, thinking to herself, could she have hidden illness?

Ye Junsheng read the meaning of her eyes, corrected it, and said, "Where have you been thinking about it? My brother means that since he has no intention, he will be reluctant to deal with it, so he will be trouble."

Ye Junmei suddenly realized and said with a smile: "Brother, who told you not to marry a sister-in-law earlier to suppress me?"

Ye Junsheng suddenly remembered something and asked, "By the way, Miss Jiang didn't come here today, right?"

"No, Sister Jing'er is back to Pengcheng. Well, I heard that Aunt Jiang has been urging her to get married."

Ye Junmei sighed: As for her age, Jiang Jing'er is really awesome. There is no one at the moment, so it is inevitable that she will provoke rumors. Even if she is not in a hurry, Jiang's mother and Jiang Zhinian are as anxious as ants on a hot pan.

Ye Junsheng sighed as he heard this. He had no disgust towards Jiang Jing'er, and he had a lot of contact with each other, but he always felt that there were some diaphragm bumps and it was difficult to get together. Could it be that he became a sorcerer, and the two of them were divided into two different worlds?

But it’s wrong. What I practiced is the method of entering the world, and there are not many constraints on the rules...

Perhaps, it’s because I don’t want to get married yet. After all, for later generations, at the age of 21, I am in my prime, and I am not used to getting married so early.

After washing up, when I was at the time of lighting, I returned to the room, sat on the bed, threw away the scattered thoughts in my mind, and began to practice today's practice.

The "Three Strong Swords" is sacrificed, and the sword technique is activated, and the flying sword "walking into wine" is ever-changing, evolved into countless trajectories, pure and courageous.

After persistent practice, this natal flying sword has gradually become completely condensed and formed, and has begun to reveal its sharpness.

There will be times when the wind and waves are long, and the clouds sails will spread across the sea!

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