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He holds ink in his left hand and a pen in his right hand.

Li Zian stood with his feet spread apart, and then the colored ink in the ink bowl in his left hand was poured out in the next second.

This splash is like an old woman splashing water, or a child playing with water.

In the eyes of everyone present, Li Zian's behavior was a bit reckless.

Dark blue colored ink was splashed on the rice paper, forming a slash of ink.

After splashing ink with his left hand, Li Zian stood quietly on the spot, quietly looking at the ink stains on the rice paper in front of him, and it seemed that the ink on the rice paper was flowing down naturally.

For about five seconds, Li Zian's right hand holding the pen moved.

I saw that Li Zi'an's brush was first smearing the rice paper in a large way, then he switched the brush at a very fast speed, and picked up a fine brush, and then continued to embellish and outline the painting paper in a very small range Ink marks on the rice paper.

All the people present watched with bated breath.

"Old Liang, what is Zian painting? Why can't I see the prototype?"

The old man beside Liang Shi looked at it for a long time, but he couldn't see what the pattern on Li Zian's rice paper was. He only felt that the ink marks on the rice paper were messy, without any rules or aesthetics.

"Don't worry, this time has just started." Compared to the old man beside him, Liang Shi looked quite calm: "Did you forget that when Zi An was painting on the stage of "Happy Camp" a few days ago, it was like this at first?" , the whole drawing paper was in a mess, and it was not until the last moment that the painting suddenly appeared."

The old man nodded and sighed: "I thought I could see some tricks by watching Zian's painting with my own eyes, but now my eyes are smeared, and I'm just watching the fun. Hey, I don't have that talent..."

Liang Shi heard the sound, and he shook his head: "If splash-ink painting is really so easy to learn, it wouldn't have been lost for hundreds of years. It wouldn't be normal to learn it. Most people are like this. You don't need to feel sad."

Hearing Liang Shi's comfort, the old man nodded and did not speak again. At their age, everything has been taken lightly, and they also understand that there is no such thing as fate, so the old man just sighed with emotion.

While Liang Shi and the old man were talking in low voices, Li Zian in front of the drawing board poured out several colored inks one after another.

With more and more ink marks on the drawing paper, Li Zian changed from drawing with a single-handed pen to two-handed painting, and even held a different type of brush in his mouth as a spare.

Compared with the painting in "Happy Camp" that used paint as the material, the painting that Li Zian made today is a real splash-ink painting.

Last time, Li Zian's painting was somewhat restrained, but this time, with all the materials available, Li Zian's family-level splash-ink painting skills were perfectly displayed by him.

In the eyes of outsiders, the rice paper in front of Li Zian is messed up by different colored inks, but in Li Zian's eyes, every ink mark on this rice paper has its unique use and characteristics.

Splash-ink painting has always been about being natural!

Every excellent splash-ink painter can say that his past paintings are very good and satisfying, but they never say that this painting is the best and most satisfying, because the best and most satisfying will always appear on the next painting.

Focus on nothing but go all out.

Forget the scene, forget the time.

Li Zian's whole heart was completely focused on the painting in front of him, and he subconsciously blocked out all sounds or gazes from the outside world.

Time ticked by, and nearly half an hour passed in a blink of an eye.

At this time, Li Zian's painting has also come to an end.

"Look!"

A gray-haired old woman suddenly let out a low cry. She pointed to the rice paper in front of Li Zian, with an expression of excitement and excitement on her face.

"It's actually a landscape painting in the clouds!"

Hearing the old woman's low voice, the rest of the people all cheered up, fixed their eyes on the rice paper in front of Li Zian, and immediately saw the way.

"My God, the artistic conception of this painting is amazing, it actually gives people a faint sense of majesty and majesty like the water of the Yellow River coming from the sky!"

"This is splash-ink painting, it's amazing, amazing!"

"It's no wonder that ancient records and ancient books once called splash-ink painting the highest technique in Chinese painting. It is simply too difficult to create such a majestic painting with conventional techniques!"

"Xiao Li is really an art genius. This painting alone is enough to surpass all the paintings of the old man in his life. The waves behind the Yangtze River will push the waves ahead. In the next 50 years of art in our country, Li Zian must be the one who will carry the tripod!"

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Looking at the paintings with increasingly clear outlines, Liang Shi and the others were all excited.

As for the excited Liang Shi and the others, it didn't have the slightest influence on the devoted Li Zian.

I saw that when the last stroke was made, the corners of Li Zian's lips curled up.

Then, he picked up a bowl of azure color ink again with his left hand, and the paintbrush in his right hand was soaked in the color ink.

He took three steps back slowly, then picked up a paintbrush soaked in azure ink, and flicked it lightly at the rice paper not far in front of him...

"Shua..."

The slightest bit of azure color ink was thrown on the rice paper, and then the slightest bit of azure color ink flowed down slightly, and finally solidified on the rice paper.

Liang Shi and the others who were behind Li Zian were stunned by Li Zian's last move.

In their opinion, Li Zian's painting was already perfect, but in the end Li Zian still wanted to throw ink at what they thought was a perfect enough painting, which made many old people's blood pressure high with fright.

If the entire painting was destroyed because of the last stroke of the ink, then they may not only have high blood pressure, but may directly cause heart disease or angina pectoris or something.

However, the entire painting was not destroyed, but Li Zian's last brushstroke became like a finishing touch.

"Wonderful, wonderful!"

"Originally, this painting by Zi'an is majestic and majestic. The waterfall in the mountain is like the water of the Yellow River rising from the sky, but it is a bit too freehand and unrealistic. However, under the last brushstrokes of Zi'an, the whole painting seems to have countless dense details. The rain makes the whole painting come alive immediately!"

"Neutralize the excess majestic momentum, make it more gentle, and understand the way of reconciling Yin and Yang in China. There are mountains in the clouds, water in the mountains, rain in the water, clouds in the rain, and a complete cycle. This is the true Perfect!"

As a master of Chinese traditional Chinese painting, Liang Shi has a very high attainment in landscape painting, so when he saw the complete painting was finished, he could immediately comment on the subtlety of the painting.

At the same time, Liang Shi's face turned red with excitement.

All he had in his eyes at the moment was the painting of clouds and smoke, and Li Zian next to that painting of clouds and smoke was simply an incomparably bright treasure in his eyes.

Standing in a slightly remote place, Hou Chen hugged his shoulders and looked at the finished painting in front of Li Zian, and he couldn't help but secretly nodded.

No wonder it is valued by so many bigwigs, this skill is indeed a miraculous skill.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, I'm afraid it would be hard for him to believe that this painting was improvised by splashing ink.

Hou Chen watched with relish, but he subconsciously glanced at Liang Shi's side.

It didn't matter if he swept it away, when he saw Liang Shi's old people's faces were obviously a little red, he was shocked.

"President Liang, President Gao, Director Zhao, don't get excited, take a deep breath, do you have antihypertensive medicine with you, take a pill quickly!"

Hou Chen hurriedly came to Liang Shi and the others to remind them.

This is too frightening. These old people count one by one, and they are all masters in the Huaxia art world. If anyone has something to do here, then Hou Chen will have to take the blame.

After Hou Chen's reminder, Liang Shi and the others woke up a little bit from the excitement and excitement, and they also quickly realized their physical condition, and they all took out the small medicine boxes they carried with them, and took out the antihypertensive medicine from it. eat it.

Seeing Liang Shi and the others' blushing gradually subside, Hou Chen's heart gradually sank.

Li Zian, who had his back to Liang Shi and others, didn't notice what was going on behind him. He admired his painting, and finally showed a satisfied smile on his face.

He strode forward again, picked up a fine brush, soaked it in ink, and wrote in the corner of the painting.

"Splashed Ink Painting of Clouds and Mist Landscape": Li Zi'an, written on August 4, 2022!