Taoyuan Mountain Village

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"Haha, I'm an axe from the class, and the team leader Qian, why did you guys come so suddenly? Even Mr. Mei invited me here. Please, let's sit down and talk!"

Jiang Xiaoye put down his pen and immediately invited them to sit on the sofa inside.

The group of people was anxious and naturally followed.

"I'm leaving!" Jiang Huai, who came to rob the couplet, took the couplet and left.

"Remember to post it to your hometown!"

Jiang Yunshan shouted.

"I know I know!"

...

The village was busy putting up couplets, and the old village head also took a group of children from the village to go from house to house to paste couplets for the elderly in the village. Naturally, the children were rewarded with lucky money and candy, and the whole village was beaming.

Jiang Xiaoye is making spirit tea for them.

"Mr. Jiang, this time we are here for a very important matter." President Qian was restless, stood up again, and pulled Jiang Xiaoye to motion him to sit down.

Sometimes when he wants to beg, he is really uneasy.

"You can say it. I came here on the 29th of the New Year. I thought you had a unique time to give gifts, but let me explain first. I don't go out for anything. There are a lot of things in my village these two days."

If he wants to take part in some painting and calligraphy activities, Jiang Xiaoye is not in the mood to go. Chu Shiyuan doesn't go home and accompany him here, and he doesn't want to go anywhere.

After pouring the tea, Jiang Xiaoye handed it over and said, "Drink tea, this tea can relieve your fatigue."

These people are very tired, Jiang Xiaoye can also see it.

"thanks!"

"Troublesome Master Jiang."

They were also very tired after taking the car all the way.

"Mr. Jiang, you definitely don't need to go out, but it will take some time for you, Mr. Jiang. A painting of the rivers and mountains at the opening ceremony of the Spring Festival Gala was accidentally destroyed. It was painted by digital ink painters and took half a year. One meter wide and one meter wide, Mr. Jiang, this time we are here to invite you to see if you can draw a picture. You are the first ghost in the world. Now no matter who you are, it is too late to draw. We can only ask for help. is you."

President Qian looked at Jiang Xiaoye nervously. If Jiang Xiaoye refused, their calligraphy and painting association would be finished with half a year of hard work. The opening ceremony of the art exhibition was a manifestation of the long-standing cultural heritage of China!

This time, it is a matter of great importance, and it is also related to the spread of calligraphy and painting culture.

"The painting is ruined? Can't it be repaired?"

Jiang Xiaoye was stunned for a moment, is the feeling for painting? This is simple, and it is still very casual to draw by yourself.

"It can't be repaired. There were some accidents among our insiders, and the damage was very bad. This painting was presented to the world at the opening ceremony of the Spring Festival Gala to show the inheritance of our Chinese culture to the world. Now we can't come up with a suitable one. We have begun to rehearse other programs, which has a great impact on our Huaxia Painting and Calligraphy Association, and also affects some of our cultural heritage in China, which is extremely important."

Bai Xingchen is even more impatient. He is responsible for this matter. When this kind of thing happened, it made him want to die.

Master Ye Feng and national-level calligrapher Mei Lao also looked at Jiang Xiaoye.

Jiang Xiaoye was the only hope.

"this……"

Jiang Xiaoye thought for a while and said, "Do you need something very shocking?"

Jiang Xiaoye also knows how important this kind of thing is. He can help him if he can, and he will use it later.

"Yes, yes, it can show the momentum of our mountains and rivers in China, and can show the cultural manifestation of Chinese painting and calligraphy. The more shocking the better, Master Jiang, how long do you think it will take?"

President Qian was overjoyed, and Jiang Xiaoye obviously agreed, but he began to worry about the lack of time.

"Time, is there enough time?"

Mr. Mei felt that it was too difficult.

It can be said that it is impossible to achieve at all. Writing is possible, but ink painting, the preparation time for this thing is very troublesome. This is the work of digital masters for half a year!

"It's too late, it's not a big problem, but I need to use my own materials."

Since they want momentum, ordinary paper can't bear the incarnation of all things, so Jiang Xiaoye gave them a tea ceremony: "Drawing is fine, but I still need help with one thing. I want to build a world-class painting and calligraphy learning center here. This painting will be hung in the school in the future, and you will also support it in the future."

The Huaxia Weiqi Association has already agreed, and the next is the Painting and Calligraphy Association, and Gu Wu, so he will simply do a drastic battle!

"There's no problem with this at all. We've even discussed the number of places to study, but I would like to ask Mr. Jiang to teach painting more in the future. After all, you are a ghost-level artist, the first ghost-level painter!"

President Qian immediately nodded, stood up overjoyed and held Jiang Xiaoye's hand: "Mr. Jiang is so troublesome!"

"It's okay, if that's the case, I'll go get ready."

Jiang Xiaoye nodded, and there would be no problem at all when he painted a few paintings by himself. The real teaching and communication still depended on these old people. He just used his reputation in disguise to provide a place.

Prepare special drawing paper!

Seeing Jiang Xiaoye leave, Mr. Mei hesitated. He wanted to ask who Jiang Xiaoye learned his words from.

But seeing people go far, he immediately went to see the couplet.

"Good word, good word!"

In this world, is there really such a person who is born a calligrapher?

Elder Mei was amazed.

Jiang Xiaoye came to the forest farm. The mutated thatch had already covered the entire pig shed. The long mutated golden thatch, some of which was as wide as a palm, was even more undulating in length. I don't know how many meters!

"Whoosh~"

Seeing that someone was coming, a group of piglets ran over immediately, humming around behind Jiang Xiaoye, obviously to see if there was anything to eat.

More and more pigs are coming to the pig farm. They also know that when someone comes, they will spill a lot of food, and some have already run to the edge of the stone trough to wait for the pig food.

There is no pig food, there is a lot of spiritual rain!

Jiang Xiaoye thought for a while, and immediately began to spread the rain.

"Heaven and earth are water spirits, listen to my will, turn clouds into rain, and benefit from the party!"

Little rain shower!

The light rain fell continuously, and all the piglets who were squeezing around raised their heads. After the spiritual rain fell on them, they would automatically seep into their bodies and be absorbed.

The wild boar king also came, standing in the same place bathed in spiritual rain.

More and more Piggy came together.

A few minutes later, Jiang Xiaoye received the Lingyu, and with a wave of his hand, several long golden thatchs were cut off and flew into the sky.

"Bang!"

A purple fire appeared, and the piglets scattered in a hurry. The breath of the flames made them feel scared.

The golden thatch fused together and turned into a mass of liquid, which was quickly pulled apart, forming a strange piece of paper that was more than ten meters long and two meters high, with streams of light flowing on it.

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