Taoyuan Mountain Village

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For Jiang Xiaoye, when he was painting, he was distracted and had no effect at all.

Because, the magic of painting everything is the magic of battle.

Afraid of being disturbed?

What a joke!

"What's the matter, what are you calling the uncle for?" Zhao Wuliu looked at President Qian and said, "Pretend to be tender? How much smaller am I?"

President Qian's face darkened.

Live it, you rascal!

"What's the difference between oil painting and oil painting?" Zhao Wuliu gestured to Jiang Xiaoye, then looked at President Qian.

Qianhui let out a long sigh, and had no problem talking to himself, and quickly said: "Oil painting is one of the main types of Western painting, and it is an art form of painting. It uses some pigments prepared from oil, canvas, linen, cardboard and wood. For painting, oil paint is also a pigment containing oil, and the crossover range of the two is different. Oil paint is divided into oil paint and general oil paint…”

He couldn't go on. At this moment, Jiang Xiaoye was holding a paint board in one hand and a paintbrush in the other, like he was painting like crazy. The first thing he painted was the house in Yushan Village, with a mix of distant and close scenes.

Lamy was quickly adjusting another paint board, and from time to time he looked up at Jiang Xiaoye's painting.

A verve has appeared!

As the clouds flowed, Jiang Xiaoye felt that in this state, he was in. The art of painting all things had reached the point of perfection.

In about ten minutes, a scene has been formed. The unique temperature of the golden thatch makes the oil paint dry faster, and the connotation is aura, which makes it look lifelike.

"This is..." Lamy's movements stagnated, and he stared at the mysterious aura in shock. Although his practice is special, although he is not very strong, his vision in this regard is still very high!

Chengling?

The previous creation shocked him, but the aura that appears now makes him seem to have encountered some special spirit monsters, but this is drawn!

He had personally seen the Dragon Soaring Ten Thousand Miles of Mountains and Rivers. The divine dragon inside, the Ten Thousand Miles of Mountains and Rivers, had this feeling, but now, this feeling was even more surprising to him.

"It's similar to your painting skills. You can learn from it. Your method is also very spiritual. You can see the picture of Heike's redemption. You can draw more when you have nothing to do."

Jiang Xiaoye was fascinated by the sight of Rami, and explained to him.

"Yes! Thank you Dean Jiang for his pointers!"

Rami was more respectful.

"Just look at it, I can adjust the dyes myself." Jiang Xiaoye knew that this kind of opportunity was rare for Lamy, so he just let him watch and adjust the dyes himself. He didn't waste much time adjusting this.

"it is good!"

Lamy immediately put down the dye in his hand and went to stare at the painting carefully.

The little owl flapped its wings and flew over. It looked at Jiang Xiaoye and wanted to land on his shoulder. The eyelids of a group of people jumped, for fear of hitting Jiang Xiaoye's hand and making a mistake.

Ghost-level works cannot make mistakes.

"Why? Don't cuddle?" Why did this little guy come out in broad daylight? Are you disturbed by the sound of firecrackers, gongs and drums?

"Huhuwu~" The little guy gestured to his stomach, flapped his wings, and then stretched his head out to look at the dye board in Jiang Xiaoye's hand.

"My hands are dirty, wait until I go back to feed you, okay? There's something delicious in the kitchen, you go eat some."

Jiang Xiaoye bumped the little guy with his head.

The little owl tilted its head to think for a moment, then flapped its wings and left.

"Sure enough, Dean Jiang is not afraid of being disturbed at all. Under such circumstances, he can continue to paint at an unabated speed. It feels like..."

"machine?"

"Yes, that's what it feels like, but compared to a robot, this speed is simply terrifying, but I feel a ghost-level work appearing!"

"How much is one point? It's amazing!"

"I've heard that President Jiang is close to animals. As expected, he can communicate with animals. Is that an owl?"

The painters present were stunned.

The reporters were recording, and the staff of the Huaxia Painting and Calligraphy Association were also recording.

The same is true of foreign reporters, but no one is too close, for fear of disturbing Jiang Xiaoye, and even Jiang Zhenzhu is far away, for fear of disturbing Jiang Xiaoye's painting.

Even some ancient martial arts masters came.

"This is the integration of magic into the painting." An old monk whispered.

"In ancient times, there was a legend of Tianzun who threw beans into soldiers. Maybe this is a similar method, right? I felt the aura like a magic formation flowing, and it was actually integrated into the painting. It's terrible!"

A great bright cultivator in the west had a golden light in his eyes, as he evolved the painting in front of Jiang Xiaoye.

"I have heard that what Master Jiang learned, painting magic for all things, is an immortal art handed down by the Eastern Mountain God. The ancient mountain god is said to be at the level of Tianzun, Tianzun... In this era when there are few extraordinary people, who can step on it into this step?"

"One person shocks a battlefield, only Master Jiang!"

Ancient martial arts masters, the vision is far from what these painters can compare. At a glance, they can see many problems that these people can't see. After all, there are old antiques that have lived for hundreds of years.

"Good painting!" A county leader looked over and exclaimed.

Chen Cheng smiled and said, "Naturally, Xiao Ye is now the world's No. 1 ghost-level painter, and even Mr. Lamy admires and even worships him.

We need to praise it. "

Jiang Xiaoye's level really doesn't need to be praised by laymen like them.

In the village, it is the children who are more festive. They are almost overjoyed to eat. This kind of activity can open up the hearts of the children, which can be regarded as a kind of enlightenment.

Here comes Li Huiyu, a thirty-six-year-old teacher whose life in the countryside makes her look no longer young.

"***!"

"Come on here, here and here!"

"Welcome ***, did you bring Xiao Ye's painting? *** You've made a fortune!"

"Look at the painting!"

There were only a few teachers in the past, all of whom taught in Daliu Village. One teacher served as several teachers. The math teacher, art teacher, music teacher, and Li Huiyu contracted it all by herself.

At that time, there were few children, and there were only seven or eight teachers in one school.

"You guys, it's so lively, I found Jiang Xiaoye's painting, and Dahan's, too, I didn't understand what you were talking about on the phone, even the secretary of our village was in a hurry and drove it in person. The car brought me here, what happened?"

Li Huiyu can't figure it out. She has had a very bad life because of her husband's illness and death over the years. She has a thirteen-year-old child who is now studying at the Super Academy in Yushan Village. .

"***."

Jiang Xiaoye saw Li Huiyu coming, put down the dye and paintbrush, wiped his hands and walked over.

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