Ning Fei was painting a flood.
After a few strokes, there was a flood near the market.
The netizens finally understood what the character in the painting was experiencing.
“It’s a flood!”
“Abbey Dean Ning is painting a flood!”
“Oh my God, I finally understand why the people in the market are so scared!”
“Everything has been explained.”
“It’s a picture of all living beings under the flood!”
The netizens saw the pictures in the picture and exclaimed in satisfaction.
“There are five colors in the ink techniques. The different ink techniques can represent different artistic conception.”
“There are five types of ink techniques. Flat, round, stay, heavy, and change. The emphasis is on the charm of the brush and ink.”
“Only when the two are combined can the true artistic conception be displayed.”
Ning Fei’s artistic conception was completely immersed in his own painting.
His narration was just based on his feelings.
The netizens looked at the painting on the Xuan paper and were all extremely shocked.
But at this moment, someone realized that something was wrong.
“Something’s wrong, there’s a problem!”
“Look at those people in the painting. Why do you feel that their faces are filled with Hope!”
“Yeah, look at them carefully. Many of them look frightened, but they are also calm!”
“The mother who is protecting her child doesn’t look scared, but praying!”
“Look at those officials who are rushing towards the flood. The Flood is coming. Why are they rushing towards it? What can they do to help?”
The whole painting became more and more confusing.
The netizens solved a mystery, but discovered an even bigger one.
The structure of the painting was somewhat strange.
At the Jingdou Academy of Calligraphy and painting, Lin Shanhe looked at Ning Fei’s painting in the live broadcast room. His emotions couldn’t calm down for a long time.
He was the number one person in Chinese traditional painting. He had devoted his entire life to Chinese traditional painting. Even though he was already 70 years old, his eyes were still very clear.
“Teacher, the artistic conception of this painting doesn’t feel right,”Liu Tianzhi said softly from the side.
He couldn’t see through Ning Fei’s painting.
Lin Shanhe didn’t turn his eyes away and said indifferently, “Chinese traditional painting should pay attention to the details. Look carefully at the people in the painting. Their eyes are not focused on the flood.”
“Eyes?”
Hearing Lin Shanhe’s words, Liu Tianzhi was stunned for a moment.
What a small detail the gaze was focused on.
Could a painting achieve such a detail?
Liu Tianzhi looked carefully. He was looking at the mother and son in front of the rattle-drum stall.
What would the mother look at the moment she held her child in her arms?
What was more important than the flood?
It was hope.
In other words, the place the mother was looking at was the place where Hope existed.
When he looked at the other people in the market, the place where their eyes were focused was not the flood.
It was a blank.
There should be something there.
“It’s a person! There’s still a person missing from this painting!”Liu Tianzhi said in surprise after understanding something.
Lin Shanhe stroked his beard and nodded in satisfaction when he heard his answer.
“Yes, his painting is all for this man.”
“You think this is a painting of all living beings under the flood, but in fact, this is a painting of a hero controlling the flood.”
“This young man has been laying out a plan all this time, just for this last moment, to draw the finishing touch.”
“He is really powerful. Why have I never heard of such a powerful figure in the Chinese Painting World?”
Lin Shanhe sighed. His expression and tone were filled with admiration for Ning Fei.
Liu Tianzhi stood respectfully at the side. His expression also became more composed.
Liu Tianzhi had been known as a genius in Chinese art since he was young. At the age of 24, he was already famous in China and had won the championship of a Chinese art competition among the younger generation.
Although “There’s landscape in China”was a variety show, there was no difference between a variety show on Chinese TV and a real competition.
Therefore, Liu Tianzhi was proud in his heart. He felt that he would definitely become a master of traditional Chinese painting in the future.
But now, when he saw Ning Fei’s painting, he knew that there were mountains beyond mountains and people beyond people.
The foundation that Ning Fei had shown now was not something that he could compare to.
Inside the temple of light wind, Ning Fei was finally going to draw to the last step.
He held a brush, dipped it in ink, and drew.
With just a few strokes, the image of an immortal quietly appeared between the flood and the market.
This immortal only had a back view.
He faced the monstrous waves, and behind him were the people and people.
He held a sharp sword in his hand. If one looked carefully, they would discover that the hilt of the sword had the word “Water repellent”written on it.
At this point, the entire layout of the painting was finally presented to the netizens.
“So it was an immortal controlling the water to ensure the safety of the area.”
“Who is that person, Da Yu?”
“It’s not da Yu. Da Yu dredged the waterway and did not have the ability to face the flood. This person is more like the river god.”
“Only a god can fight against natural disasters by himself.”
“This painting is really amazing!”
“I didn’t expect Abbey Dean Ning to have such a deep foundation in painting.”
“The river god saves the world. No one can compare to the spirit of this traditional Chinese painting.”
The netizens looked at the painting in the live stream room and felt as if they had traveled back in time to the era of frequent floods and fierce beasts, experiencing the disaster themselves.
The most important thing about a good traditional Chinese painting was that hint of charm.
While everyone was discussing, a bullet screen made the netizens in the live stream room boil.
Painter Liu Tianzhi: “Abbey Dean Ning, my teacher wants to buy this painting. You can just raise the price.”
“My teacher said that this painting is a classic of traditional Chinese painting. He is willing to pay millions and millions of dollars to buy this painting.”
This bullet screen was like a heavy bomb that exploded in the live streaming room.
Liu Tianzhi’s master was Lin Shanhe.
A master of traditional Chinese painting, a true master.
When he was young, Lin Shanhe was proud and arrogant. With his exquisite traditional Chinese painting skills, he once displayed an astonishing brilliance on the world’s painting stage.
It was hard to get a ticket to his art exhibition, and his paintings were worth thousands of gold.
Now, Lin Shanhe actually took the initiative to offer to buy a painting by a junior, and he was even willing to pay a high price?
“This… Is it true?”Some netizens asked in disbelief.
“Is this person really Liu Tianzhi?”
“I’m telling you, this painting is indeed a classic. All the details are perfect.”
“The value of art lies in the person. If you think it’s worth it, it’s worth it!”
“That person is Liu Tianzhi. He has also broadcasted Chinese paintings live and has the official certification. I clicked on it to take a look.”
“F * ck, it’s really Liu Tianzhi? Doesn’t that mean that master Lin Shanhe really wants to buy Abbey Dean Ning’s painting?”
“This is another big piece of news.”
Without a doubt, the netizens were deeply shocked at this moment.
Putting aside how wonderful the painting was, just the news that Lin Shanhe wanted to buy it was hard to believe.
At the end of the scroll, Ning Fei wrote with a brush: “By the Abbey Dean of Qingfeng Abbey, Ning Fei, the 12th of the Sun Moon.”
At this point, the painting was finally completed.
The ink and water had already soaked into the Xuan paper, and the paper was divided into three parts.
The entire scroll was majestic and flowing. The people in it were vivid and lifelike, as if they were really alive.
The back of the river god gave people a feeling of vastness and distance.
Lin Shanhe really wanted to buy Ning Fei’s painting for a very simple reason.
It was because this was the first time he felt the charm of an immortal from a painting.
One had to know that the rarest thing about traditional Chinese painting was the charm.
Very few people dared to draw immortals in traditional Chinese painting. It was not that they could not draw the image of Immortals, but that they could not draw the feeling of immortals.
Others could not feel Ning Fei’s painting, but as a master of traditional Chinese painting, he could feel it clearly.
Just the back view of an immortal already had the charm of an immortal.
That was why Lin Shanhe wanted to buy this painting so badly.
“How can such a charm be drawn? Could it be that he has really seen an immortal before?”
In the academy, Lin Shanhe muttered to himself.
Liu Tianzhi, who was at the side, remained silent.
He still could not believe it.
If it was said that Ning Fei’s techniques and ink techniques had reached the peak, Liu Tianzhi could still understand it. After all, there were many geniuses in traditional Chinese painting, and everyone had their own specialties.
However, the essence of the painting was the true peak that the traditional Chinese painter pursued.
And the essence of the painting in Ning Fei’s current painting was even praised by his teacher, Lin Shanhe.
What kind of monster was this.
Inside the Qingfeng Temple, Ning Fei looked at his painting and smiled in satisfaction.
Ever since he saw the sculpture of the river god on the wooden boat today, that feeling had been lingering in his heart.
That was why he was so eager to draw out the charm of the river god.
Now that he saw the completed painting, he was very satisfied.
Then, Ning Fei looked at the bullet screen. He also noticed Liu Tianzhi’s painting.
Although he didn’t know Liu Tianzhi, judging from the reactions of the netizens, he knew that Liu Tianzhi was also a powerful figure.
However, Ning Fei smiled and shook his head, saying,
“Sorry, this painting is not for sale.”
“This is something I made out of my own interest and also my own collection.”
“I hope you can understand.”
Ning Fei was unwilling to sell this painting because he might not be able to draw the charm of the river god on it a second time.
Sometimes, that feeling was fleeting.
In terms of value, such a painting was far from something that could be obtained for millions or tens of millions.
Hearing Ning Fei’s answer, Lin Shanhe seemed to have expected it. He just shook his head and sighed regretfully.
“This person is really a genius.”
Then, Lin Shanhe thought of something and said,
“Oh right, Tianzhi, contact him again and tell him about the matter that old Wang asked me to do. I think with his help, we should play the game.”
“Yes, teacher.”
Liu Tianzhi nodded and said.
He looked at Ning Fei in the live broadcast room.
He was dressed in a white Taoist robe and had an extraordinary bearing.
He couldn’t help but think to himself:
Where did such a person come from?
