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Xianyang Xihang.

An hour had passed since the teenager picked up his pen and painted.

The sound of the scene became quieter and quieter, and all of them were attracted by the rolling beautiful rivers and mountains in the painting.

Under the peak level of the hall, the picture scroll comes to life.

"This kid actually wants to fill more than ten meters of drawing paper!"

Feng Gu saw Lu Li's intentions and roared in shock... Just one peak at the beginning made it difficult for them to match.

If you finish painting all the more than ten meters....

He swallowed, feeling both excited and expectant.

"It's been an hour of painting, it's up to him to see if he can keep the top of the start." Someone else said with emotion.

The other party paints extremely quickly and has a wide layout.

This state of affairs is particularly exhausting, that is, they have to draw hard for months to copy.

So fast, if the final follow-up is weak....

It is inevitably a pain in everyone's hearts!

Zhongshi heard everyone worried.

Looking at the young man who looked like a dragon and snake, the corners of his mouth rose slightly:

"Reaching the hall level does not necessarily have the realm outside the painting, but reaching the realm outside the painting must have reached the hall level."

"The situation inside the painting can be depicted... It's hard to find a realm outside the picture! The most basic requirement to have this situation is to be meticulous and not forgetful. "

Put what you see, feel and think... Like a creator, he vividly creates the world in his paintings. "

The scenery moves at will!"

Just like Lu Li, before the pen was started, the scroll of more than ten meters was like a vast world and a realm of its own.

There are green mountains and green water and the flow of the sun, moon and stars in the eyes, and the white rice paper is just rice paper in the eyes of everyone.

And in his eyes ....

It has become a living world!

And this simple threshold has not been forgotten, without wild imagination, it is impossible to step in!

"I've also been obsessed... God forbid! "

Sun Wan is sad, tens of thousands of painters are chasing the realm of their lives, and they actually appear in a hairy boy?

"Not forgetting is just the threshold, the form and technique may be worry-free, but the meaning requires any of your academic background, world perception, and spiritual realm to pursue to the extreme before you can enter the realm outside the painting..."

Zhong Lao's brows wrinkled slightly, and he explained to Sun Wan.

It is also an explanation to the juniors who pursue the painting and calligraphy of the palace.

It means don't complain.

There are no shortcuts to the outside picture!

"What kind of monster is this kid... Gifted, poetry and painting... And the perfect pinnacle of calligraphy!

Xu Liang's eyes were strange.

This cheap principal is really worth it!

It's also thanks to him that he started early, otherwise after painting today...

The Academy of Fine Arts must not go crazy and rob the principal with him?

What if you really want to rob him?

The whole academy did this to their brother... And as far as the current situation is concerned, the elder brother's talent ability to draw seems to be better!

"You have always firmly chosen and believed in this kid, and he will naturally contribute to your ideals all along."

Elder Zhong sensed Xu Liang's concern and said with relief.

His juniors, except for Zheng Xuewen and Meng Jie, are only Xu Liang in pushing back, and he has extremely high expectations.

Of course...... Now it's just one person!

"I believe Brother Lu, but he still doesn't know much about the several riots in the Academy and the Chinese Division... I'll know later..."

Xu Liang smiled bitterly, Lu Li had arrogance and arrogance... In the future, do you know if the Academy and the Chinese Master can really keep him?

"It's man-made... Just follow your heart. Elder

Zhong glanced at Xu Liang meaningfully and stopped speaking.

......

Another half hour.

The landscape painting of more than ten meters was finally completed.

Everyone in the art association looked at this peerless picture in fascination.

Even the eyes are reluctant to blink, and the gaze is bloodshot.

"It's not over yet... I always feel that something is wrong..."

Lu Li looked at the green picture scroll with only the landscape and fell into deep thought.

Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains have been painted into temples!

But...

Not perfect!

He quietly closed his eyes to feel the sound of insects in the mountains, and felt the heavy breathing of the people around him...

"The wind is blowing."

The breeze was gentle, and the clouds and mist that filled the mountains were torn apart.

He opened his eyes and looked down from above.

"Mizumurano City... Fishing boats, watermills... Bridge attic..."

Lu Li seemed to grasp the missing part of his heart.

Just a little!

"Uh-huh, hey..." Zhongshi lay on the boulder and hummed a mountain song in a low voice.

"Looking at a mountain is a mountain, looking at a mountain is not a mountain... Green landscapes are not just mountains... There are also all kinds of life, all sentient beings, and fireworks in the world!

Lu Li's eyes appeared in an instant, and he muttered.

Movement and stillness in one!

So far!

He changed the ink pen again, replenishing the missing "fireworks".

In an instant, the whole painting sublimated again, and the scene of man and nature intertwined was like a scene.

In the eyes and hearts of everyone, I don't know when there will be an extra mountain.

One is the Lushan Mountain that stretches for thousands of miles....

A thousand miles of rivers and mountains written by Lu Li...

Millions of people in the live and live broadcast rooms stopped their heartbeats in unison.

No wonder there is no temple in painting, such a horror, straight to the hearts of the people!

People are addicted to the world in the painting.

"Huh..."

Zhong Lao took a sip of wine, and the color of appreciation was strong.

One point is clear, the demon of talent, rare in ancient and modern times!

Distance.

I don't know when a group of men dressed in black came, and when they saw Zhong Lao Hou far away, they were silent.

Then the passers-by at the scene were organized in an orderly manner, and all the people who followed the peak were extremely cooperative when they saw this.

There were no quarrels, no grievances, and even spontaneous organization to go down the mountain.

Originally, standing here, I could only watch from afar... It's not as clear as the Chinese media live broadcast room on the mobile phone.

Now there are special departments to maintain order at the scene, and they all know the importance of this painting and Lu Li, and naturally no one opposes.

It's been a long time again.

The seven groups of peaks in the scroll have already outlined six groups of various forms.

[Humanistic Saint Master Talent Countdown: One Kun.

"Two and a half points... That's enough! Lu Li heard the system prompt sound in his mind, and there was no fluctuation in his heart.

The brushes under his hand sped up a little faster.

This group of peaks, he wants to add a picture of fishing!

Life, live, he is not a noun, but a verb.

[The talent of the Humanistic Saint Master is over, and the cooldown time is a month. Soon

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When the system sounded at the last second, Lu Li slowly closed the pen.

Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains... Drawn as... The pinnacle of the temple!

Lu Li put down his brush in disbelief.

First of all, he thanked Zhongshi slightly before he mentioned something.

Then he walked to Shuxuan's side and picked up the polished ink pen.

What is he going to do?

This is the question on everyone's mind.

"Poetry, calligraphy and painting do not divide families... How can you not have a poem on the title. Until

Lu Li walked to the Qianli Jiangshan Map with an ink pen in his hand.

They were all confused.

The perfect pinnacle... Do you want to inscribe on the painting at the peak of the temple?