Before Ling Tian arrived at the desk, he leaned over and looked at the unfinished painting, sighed slightly, and said, "All the external painting skills are perfect, and there is no need to ask for further progress."

"External painting skills?" The woman was moved in a panic and stood up and said, "Is there any connotation skills? Please give me some advice." Next to her, the beautiful woman also looked at Ling Tian's eyes without a moment, and the colorful flashed.

Finally it was my turn to plagiarize and fool people! It has been fifteen years, and it is not easy! Ling Tian was a little excited. However, he was silent on his face and said: "The painting skills are like a mountain, and the painting style is like a sea. The mountain can reach the top, and the sea is never bound. The girl's painting skills are already high and high, but this painting style is, hahaha..." Ling Tian chuckled.

The woman's eyes flashed with a bright light, and she seemed to be happy. The voice was even more polite: "Your Majesty, please give me some advice." I have never heard of the painting. Today, I heard the boy suddenly mention it, and it was obvious that there was a different world. The woman had been studying painting for many years. When she heard Ling Tian's words, she suddenly felt that a new world appeared in front of her eyes, but it was hazy and inconvenient. It seemed that she could point it out with just one finger, but she was always lacking the power of that finger.

Ling Tian stretched out his hand and said, "Please look, girl." The woman looked at it and saw the willow branches floating lightly and the green water wrinkled slightly, and she felt that she was different from what she had just now.

Seeing her puzzled eyes, Ling Tian couldn't help but smile and said, "Miss, can the painting in front of you be different from the scene in front of you?"

The woman did not look down at the painting this time, looked at Ling Tian and said, "Yes, although the scene in my painting and the scene in front of me seem to be in shape, they are far apart."

Ling Tian laughed and said, "This is the problem."

As he said that, he took the pen that the woman had never put into her hand, and the woman was tactful and moved away from the jade table.

Ling Tian Zhuoran stood with one hand behind his back, holding the pen in the other hand, his body leaned forward slightly, and he wrote like flying. In an instant, several willows dancing in the wind had already jumped on the paper. When he finished the pen, he was in a slight way. When he looked at the painting, even the fish in the water became happy, as if he could jump out of the painting at any time.

In an instant, this ordinary painting seemed to have been suddenly given a soul and suddenly became alive.

All four of them watched helplessly, but they didn't find any mystery. They just felt that his writing was no different from his own, but they were a little faster, but why were the paintings he drew so far?

Ling Tian gently put his pen and inkstone on his head, raised his head and smiled, "I'm so ugly."

The four of them looked shocked! Looking at Ling Tian, ​​they seemed to see a monster, and the eyes of the two girls were filled with fanaticism and admiration. The eyes of the two elderly women also had a little more respect.

With just a few strokes, in an instant, he was able to transform the mundane world into a masterpiece of historic origins. There are such figures in the world!

Why have you never heard of such a shocking painting technique before? People who have such painting skills should have been well-known, but the boy in front of you has never heard of it!

The girl who was painting bowed deeply and said in admiration: "Young master is very talented, the little girl admires you very much! Just a few strokes just now, it has the finishing touch. The little girl has been practicing painting for several years and has never seen such a superb painting skill as the young master. It is amazing. I wonder if the young master can..." When she said this, her eyes suddenly darkened. She obviously thought that the other party was obviously a prince, how could she be a teacher for herself as the other party? If she wanted to become a disciple, she swallowed it back.

Of course, Ling Tian could hear her meaning, but he remained silent. He pointed to the painting on the table and said, "If the girl doesn't dislike her, she will make a mistake."

Both women's eyes lit up suddenly and they looked at him in surprise.

Ling Tian pointed with one hand and said, "Please look, two girls, willows here support the wind and clear water waves. The reason why this scene is intoxicating is that there is wind blowing. As the saying goes, "The willow branches come out of the west and the leaves are facing east, but this is not the style of painting willows." Any still life dynamics such as painting willows, clouds, and water waves are all dominated by the artistic conception of the wind."

"The willow branches are from the west to the east, and this is not the style of painting willows!" The girl who painted the painting said these two sentences in a low voice, as if she had appreciated something, her eyes getting brighter and brighter. She felt that every word the other person said had a different meaning from ordinary people, and could bring new shock to herself. She couldn't help but think: If she had this person as her teacher, it would be a blessing in life! Unfortunately, the other person was a prince. It seemed that this idea could only be buried deep in her heart.

Ling Tian made a point of guidance and continued: "The so-called "splashing ink is not afraid of simplicity, and fine brushwork is not tired of complexity, so this is why..."

The girl who painted the painting couldn't help but ask, "Master, what is ink splashing? What is fine brushwork?"

Well!

Ling Tian couldn't help but be stunned. Then he realized that he was so proud that he even forgot about the difference between Chinese painting and fine brushwork in this era.

In desperation, he said: "If you know a high level, your writing will be light, and if you have a high meaning, your writing will be reduced. If you paint, the intention is before the pen, and wherever you don't have it, you will be a brush. This means that the brush is not in a mess and the mind is round. Before painting, it is better not to rush to write. The so-called brush has not moved, and the painting has become a painting in your heart. Naturally, the writing is like a god helps." I was unable to explain, so I had to talk about another paragraph, shifting the attention of these women to one side, and barely covering up the past.

The girl was full of admiration and praised: "The words of the young master tell the true meaning of the painting in one sentence. The thought-provoking point is like a drum and bell in the morning, facing the ice... uh... when the little girl comes, it is like a burst of enlightenment. It opens the little girl's horizon and benefits a lot. Please receive a gift from the little girl!" As she said that, she bent down deeply.

Ling Tian noticed that when she was talking, she paused, "For Bing...uh...for the little woman", this sentence was very problematic! I guess the word "bing" and the word she had not yet expressed were her name.

Ling Tian smiled and said, "You don't have to be polite girl. You are also inspired by your feelings. It is rare to see a girl like a fellow painting, so I can't help but say a few more words, don't blame me, girl."

The woman smiled and said, "Young Master is too modest. The little woman can only admire and be grateful to you."
Chapter completed!