A Valiant Life

The eighth day.

early morning.

The door of the painting studio of the Chinese Painting Association has been surrounded by people for a long time.

Today is the last painting. All members of the Chinese Painting Association don't want to miss it, especially the mood of Zheng Zhongshan cannot be described by words.

In recent days, he has been devastated by Lao Lin, and has been hit hard every day.

In fact, for him, he felt that the "Thousands of Rivers and Mountains" is the most pinnacle of all paintings, but I don't know what surprises Lao Lin will bring to them today.

"What do you say Master Lin is doing? He has been standing for an hour, but he hasn't written yet."

"I don't know. It usually takes more than ten minutes. This time I stood for an hour. Obviously, a shocking painting will appear."

"My heart is a little excited."

"Yes."

For Lin Fan, his last painting will be "A Picture of the River on the Qingming Festival". According to the introduction of the encyclopedia, this painting has mixed opinions. Some reviews are the pinnacles, others are not as good as "Thousands of Rivers and Mountains" .

Because of such a long and huge piece, even a top painter can't paint all the figures delicately, and naturally cannot express it in the extreme details.

In addition, the "Clear Ming River Picture" on the gongbi color is not the ultimate, so Lin Fan is going to jump on it with all his heart and strive for the most perfect "Clear Ming River Picture".

Even if you have the knowledge of Chinese painting, and the mysterious addition of encyclopedia, this time the challenge is not simple, it is extremely difficult and extremely high.

Because he wanted to create works that were more pinnacle than the manuscripts in the encyclopedia.

For others, this is simply impossible, but for Lin Fan, it is a challenge.

"Chairman, why Lao Lin hasn't written yet. According to the past, this shouldn't be."

Zheng Zhongshan shook his head. "I don't know, maybe I'm thinking of drawing."

Tao Shigang was skeptical, "I don't feel very much. You look at Lao Lin with a serious expression, which is very different from the previous works."

"In any case, it is enough to rely on the previous nine paintings, or let Lao Lin relax a bit, not so desperately." Zheng Zhongshan wanted to go in and tell Lao Lin, not so desperately, this is enough now.

Yueqiu lays down Lao Zheng, "Don't, Lao Lin is so serious now, let's not bother."

Just as everyone spoke, Lin Fan moved.

He had conceived it thoroughly and at the same time his mind had been soothed.

The true pinnacle will be born from your own hands.

This painting will definitely shock the world.

This was the first time he was so serious and dignified after he gained knowledge of Chinese painting.

Beyond the pinnacle of the encyclopedia, the pressure is not small, but it is not difficult.

Time passes by every minute.

Eight hours passed.

The masters of the Association who were watching here were shocked, because it had been eight hours, Master Lin had not stopped, and his steps had only moved a little, and there was still a large blank in the space.

"What exactly does Lao Lin draw, it seems difficult."

"I don't know, we are too far away, we can't see the specific situation inside, I'm afraid we can only know when Lao Lin finishes."

"How do I feel like something extraordinary is about to come out."

Everyone looked at Yueqiu layman, at this moment not only he had this feeling, even they also had this feeling.

It seems very unusual.

"It's really difficult to paint."

Lin Fan murmured in his heart that any detail here must be handled to the extreme. Even if there is a problem, it will be a loss, so he must reach the peak of his whole body, and there must be no mistake.

Nine hours.

Ten hours.

Some people can't stand anymore, they feel tired, and their bodies can't take it anymore.

But even then, no one dared to make a sound, that is, he was afraid to disturb Master Lin.

In their hearts, they already had an incredible feeling.

Yueqiu lays a bit unsustainable.

"Lao Zheng, I feel like there are going to be incredible paintings."

Zheng Lao nodded without answering, but nodded, his godlike eyes stared at the figure inside.

He can't wait to appear beside Lao Lin now to see what kind of painting Lao Lin is creating.

But he knew he couldn't, because if Lao Lin was disturbed, he would lose ground.

Eleven hours.

Someone couldn't take it anymore, sitting directly on the ground and resting.

Twelve hours.

Zheng Zhongshan looked at the crowd, "You all go back, you can't take it for so long."

"Shh, chairman, let's whisper a little." Tao Shigang said aside, and his expression on his face was now frightened.

Lao Lin has been painting continuously for twelve hours. Is this still affordable? If it were them, I'm afraid they would have gone crazy.

But the old forest surface did not change color, the brush in his hand was flowing, without even a pause.

Horrible and scary.

Some people are unwilling, but they ca n’t help it. With their age, even if they do nothing, they just ca n’t stand it.

"I'll go back first, but if the painting is done, be sure to inform me, I will come as soon as possible," said an older master.

The crowd nodded, "Well, I see."

Some of the slightly younger masters felt that they were still supportive and did not want to leave. If their forefoot had just left, Master Lin ’s paintings would be fine. What could be better.

It was already dark.

The association obviously has so many people here, but it is very quiet and there is no sound.

Zheng Zhongshan finally couldn't support it any more, so he had to rest in the office. Tonight he wasn't going to go back, he had to prepare here.

early morning.

It was not dawn, and the members of the Chinese Painting Association who had taken a break came early, but when they saw Master Lin in the room still painting, they were afraid.

Is that human being?

How could it last so long.

Zheng Zhongshan also rested for a few hours. After waking up, he immediately rushed and stayed outside waiting.

This is also true of Yueqiu Jushi and Tao Shigang. They are slightly older and cannot support for such a long time, but after a short rest, they came.

They have been completely shocked by Lin Fan. For such a long time, can this still be imagined?

Even if I saw it with my own eyes, it felt illusory.

"The association is blocked and no outsiders are allowed to enter. It must be absolutely quiet," Zheng Zhongshan said.

He didn't want Lao Lin to be disturbed by anyone.

From yesterday until now, his heart has been beating, as if something extraordinary is going to happen.

Tao Shigang nodded. "I will order it now."

…….

Inside the house.

Lin Fan already has knowledge of martial arts, and this knowledge is the basis that he can support to the present. Without this knowledge of martial arts, he would not have been able to bear it.

Even if you have knowledge of Chinese painting, you can't support it for so long.

As the painting continued, his heart began to stir, because a peerless painting would come from his own hands.

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