Chapter 1702
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For Jiang, when he draws, he is distracted and does not have any influence at all.
Because the art of drawing gods is the art of fighting.
Afraid to disturb?
You're kidding!
"Why, what are you calling for?" Zhao Wuliu looked at the chairman of Qian and said, "are you pretending to be tender? How much younger am I? "
Chairman Qian's face is black.
What about the live broadcast, you rascal!
"What's the difference between oil painting and oil painting?" Zhao Wuliu signals Xiaoye to go down the river and see chairman Qian again.
Chairman Qian spoke out and had no problem talking to himself. He said quickly: "oil painting is one of the main kinds of Western painting, and it is also a form of painting art. Some oil-based pigments are used, such as canvas, linen, cardboard and wood. Oil color also contains oil-based materials. The cross range of the two is different. Oil painting can be divided into oil painting, and there are many kinds of common oil colors..."
He can't say any more. At this time, Jiang Xiaoye is painting crazily with a paint board in one hand and a paintbrush in the other. The first thing he painted is the house in Yushan village, which is a mixture of long-range and close range.
Lamy is quickly mixing another paint board, and looks up from time to time to see Jiang Xiaoye painting.
A charm has appeared!
With the flow of water and clouds, Jiang feels that this state of affairs has entered the stage of perfection. He is approaching the old mountain god's art of ink painting.
Ten minutes or so, a landscape has been formed. The unique temperature of golden thatch makes the oil paint dry faster, and the connotation is vivid.
"This is..." Lamy's action stopped and he was shocked to see the mysterious aura. His practice was special. Although he was not very strong, his vision was still very high!
Success?
Before the creation, let him shocked, but now appear aura, let him seem to encounter some special spirit monster, but, this is painted!
Long Teng Wanli mountain and river, he has seen with his own eyes, inside the dragon, Wanli mountain and river, is this feeling, but now, this feeling is more surprising to him.
"It's similar to your painting. You can learn from it. Your method is also very spiritual. You can see the redemption of black. You can draw more when you are free."
Jiang Xiaoye sees that Lamy is fascinated and explains it to him.
"Yes! Thank you, President Jiang
Lamy was more respectful.
"You can see, I can adjust the dye myself." Jiang Xiaoye knows that this opportunity is rare for Lamy. He just let him watch and adjust the dye himself. He can't waste much time adjusting this.
"Good!"
Lamy immediately put down the dye and went to look at the painting carefully.
The kitten owl flutters its wings and looks at Jiang Xiaoye, who wants to fall on his shoulder. The eyes of a group of people are jumping. They are afraid that they may bump into Jiang's hand and make mistakes.
There can be no mistakes in ghost level works.
"Why? No more nests? " How did this little guy come out in broad daylight? By the sound of firecrackers, gongs and drums?
"Huhuhuwu ~" the little guy motioned to his stomach, patted his wings, and then stretched out his head to look at the dye plate in Jiang's hands.
"My hands are dirty. Wait till I go back to feed you, OK? There's something delicious in the kitchen. Go and have some. "
Jiang Xiaoye hits the little guy with his head.
The kitten owl cocked its head to think about it, and then it fluttered its wings and left.
"Sure enough, director Jiang is not afraid to be disturbed. In this case, he can continue painting at a constant speed. It feels like..."
"Machine?"
"Yes, that's the feeling. But compared with the robot, the speed is terrible. However, I feel a ghost level work appearing!"
"One point for more? It's amazing! "
"I've heard that President Jiang is close to animals. If so, he can communicate with animals. Is that owl?"
All the painters present were stunned.
Reporters are recording, and the staff of Huaxia painting and calligraphy association are also recording.
The same is true of foreign journalists. However, no one is too close to Jiang for fear of disturbing Jiang Xiaoye. Even Jiang Zhenzhu is a little far away from her painting.
Even some ancient martial arts experts have come.
"This is the integration of the technique into the painting." An old monk whispered.
"In ancient times, there is a legend of the heavenly king who became a soldier by casting beans into soldiers. Maybe this is a similar method? I feel the aura flowing like an array. It's so terrible to be integrated into the painting
In the eyes of a great bright friar in the west, the painting in front of the evolution of Jiang Xiaoye.
"I have heard that master Jiang's art of drawing gods for all things is a kind of fairy art handed down by the Oriental mountain god. The ancient mountain god is said to be the level of heaven and the God of heaven In this era of few extraordinary people, who can step into this step? "
"Master Jiang is the only one who frightens and frightens a battlefield."The experts of ancient martial arts are far from comparable to these painters. At a glance, they can see many problems that these people can't see. After all, there are antiques that have lived for hundreds of years.
"Good painting!" A county leader went to have a look and exclaimed.
Chen Cheng said with a smile: "of course, Lin is now the world's first ghost level painter. Even Mr. Lamy is so respected and even worshipped. We don't need to praise it."
At this level, he really doesn't need them to praise him.
In the village, the more festive is the children, who are so happy to eat. Such activities can open the hearts of the children, which is also a kind of enlightenment.
Here comes Li Huiyu, a 36 year old teacher whose rural life makes her look no longer young.
“***！”
"Here we are, here and here!"
"Welcome, did you bring Lin's painting? ***You are rich
"Look at the picture!"
In the past, only a few teachers were teaching in Daliu village. One teacher served as several teachers, including mathematics teacher, art teacher, music teacher and Li Huiyu contracted the contract alone.
At that time, there were only seven or eight teachers in one school.
"You are so busy. I found the painting of Jiang Xiaoye and Da Han. I don't understand what you said on the phone. Even the Secretary of our village was in a hurry and brought me in his car. What's the matter?"
Li Huiyu has been a little confused. She has been living a bad life because of her husband's death in recent years. She has a 13-year-old child who is now studying in the super College of Yushan village. She is also working at home.
“***。”
Seeing Li Huiyu coming, Jiang Xiaoye puts down the dye and brush, wipes his hands and comes over.
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For Jiang, when he draws, he is distracted and does not have any influence at all.
Because the art of drawing gods is the art of fighting.
Afraid to disturb?
You're kidding!
"Why, what are you calling for?" Zhao Wuliu looked at the chairman of Qian and said, "are you pretending to be tender? How much younger am I? "
Chairman Qian's face is black.
What about the live broadcast, you rascal!
"What's the difference between oil painting and oil painting?" Zhao Wuliu signals Xiaoye to go down the river and see chairman Qian again.
Chairman Qian spoke out and had no problem talking to himself. He said quickly: "oil painting is one of the main kinds of Western painting, and it is also a form of painting art. Some oil-based pigments are used, such as canvas, linen, cardboard and wood. Oil color also contains oil-based materials. The cross range of the two is different. Oil painting can be divided into oil painting, and there are many kinds of common oil colors..."
He can't say any more. At this time, Jiang Xiaoye is painting crazily with a paint board in one hand and a paintbrush in the other. The first thing he painted is the house in Yushan village, which is a mixture of long-range and close range.
Lamy is quickly mixing another paint board, and looks up from time to time to see Jiang Xiaoye painting.
A charm has appeared!
With the flow of water and clouds, Jiang feels that this state of affairs has entered the stage of perfection. He is approaching the old mountain god's art of ink painting.
Ten minutes or so, a landscape has been formed. The unique temperature of golden thatch makes the oil paint dry faster, and the connotation is vivid.
"This is..." Lamy's action stopped and he was shocked to see the mysterious aura. His practice was special. Although he was not very strong, his vision was still very high!
Success?
Before the creation, let him shocked, but now appear aura, let him seem to encounter some special spirit monster, but, this is painted!
Long Teng Wanli mountain and river, he has seen with his own eyes, inside the dragon, Wanli mountain and river, is this feeling, but now, this feeling is more surprising to him.
"It's similar to your painting. You can learn from it. Your method is also very spiritual. You can see the redemption of black. You can draw more when you are free."
Jiang Xiaoye sees that Lamy is fascinated and explains it to him.
"Yes! Thank you, President Jiang
Lamy was more respectful.
"You can see, I can adjust the dye myself." Jiang Xiaoye knows that this opportunity is rare for Lamy. He just let him watch and adjust the dye himself. He can't waste much time adjusting this.
"Good!"
Lamy immediately put down the dye and went to look at the painting carefully.
The kitten owl flutters its wings and looks at Jiang Xiaoye, who wants to fall on his shoulder. The eyes of a group of people are jumping. They are afraid that they may bump into Jiang's hand and make mistakes.
There can be no mistakes in ghost level works.
"Why? No more nests? " How did this little guy come out in broad daylight? By the sound of firecrackers, gongs and drums?
"Huhuhuwu ~" the little guy motioned to his stomach, patted his wings, and then stretched out his head to look at the dye plate in Jiang's hands.
"My hands are dirty. Wait till I go back to feed you, OK? There's something delicious in the kitchen. Go and have some. "
Jiang Xiaoye hits the little guy with his head.
The kitten owl cocked its head to think about it, and then it fluttered its wings and left.
"Sure enough, director Jiang is not afraid to be disturbed. In this case, he can continue painting at a constant speed. It feels like..."
"Machine?"
"Yes, that's the feeling. But compared with the robot, the speed is terrible. However, I feel a ghost level work appearing!"
"One point for more? It's amazing! "
"I've heard that President Jiang is close to animals. If so, he can communicate with animals. Is that owl?"
All the painters present were stunned.
Reporters are recording, and the staff of Huaxia painting and calligraphy association are also recording.
The same is true of foreign journalists. However, no one is too close to Jiang for fear of disturbing Jiang Xiaoye. Even Jiang Zhenzhu is a little far away from her painting.
Even some ancient martial arts experts have come.
"This is the integration of the technique into the painting." An old monk whispered.
"In ancient times, there is a legend of the heavenly king who became a soldier by casting beans into soldiers. Maybe this is a similar method? I feel the aura flowing like an array. It's so terrible to be integrated into the painting
In the eyes of a great bright friar in the west, the painting in front of the evolution of Jiang Xiaoye.
"I have heard that master Jiang's art of drawing gods for all things is a kind of fairy art handed down by the Oriental mountain god. The ancient mountain god is said to be the level of heaven and the God of heaven In this era of few extraordinary people, who can step into this step? "
"Master Jiang is the only one who frightens and frightens a battlefield."The experts of ancient martial arts are far from comparable to these painters. At a glance, they can see many problems that these people can't see. After all, there are antiques that have lived for hundreds of years.
"Good painting!" A county leader went to have a look and exclaimed.
Chen Cheng said with a smile: "of course, Lin is now the world's first ghost level painter. Even Mr. Lamy is so respected and even worshipped. We don't need to praise it."
At this level, he really doesn't need them to praise him.
In the village, the more festive is the children, who are so happy to eat. Such activities can open the hearts of the children, which is also a kind of enlightenment.
Here comes Li Huiyu, a 36 year old teacher whose rural life makes her look no longer young.
“***！”
"Here we are, here and here!"
"Welcome, did you bring Lin's painting? ***You are rich
"Look at the picture!"
In the past, only a few teachers were teaching in Daliu village. One teacher served as several teachers, including mathematics teacher, art teacher, music teacher and Li Huiyu contracted the contract alone.
At that time, there were only seven or eight teachers in one school.
"You are so busy. I found the painting of Jiang Xiaoye and Da Han. I don't understand what you said on the phone. Even the Secretary of our village was in a hurry and brought me in his car. What's the matter?"
Li Huiyu has been a little confused. She has been living a bad life because of her husband's death in recent years. She has a 13-year-old child who is now studying in the super College of Yushan village. She is also working at home.
“***。”
Seeing Li Huiyu coming, Jiang Xiaoye puts down the dye and brush, wipes his hands and comes over.
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For Jiang, when he draws, he is distracted and does not have any influence at all. Because the art of drawing gods is the art of fighting. Afraid to disturb? You're kidding! "Why, what are you calling for?" Zhao Wuliu looked at the chairman of Qian and said, "are you pretending to be tender? How much younger am I? " Chairman Qian's face is black. What about the live broadcast, you rascal! "What's the difference between oil painting and oil painting?" Zhao Wuliu signals Xiaoye to go down the river and see chairman Qian again. Chairman Qian spoke out and had no problem talking to himself. He said quickly: "oil painting is one of the main kinds of Western painting, and it is also a form of painting art. Some oil-based pigments are used, such as canvas, linen, cardboard and wood. Oil color also contains oil-based materials. The cross range of the two is different. Oil painting can be divided into oil painting, and there are many kinds of common oil colors..." He can't say any more. At this time, Jiang Xiaoye is painting crazily with a paint board in one hand and a paintbrush in the other. The first thing he painted is the house in Yushan village, which is a mixture of long-range and close range. Lamy is quickly mixing another paint board, and looks up from time to time to see Jiang Xiaoye painting. A charm has appeared! With the flow of water and clouds, Jiang feels that this state of affairs has entered the stage of perfection. He is approaching the old mountain god's art of ink painting. Ten minutes or so, a landscape has been formed. The unique temperature of golden thatch makes the oil paint dry faster, and the connotation is vivid. "This is..." Lamy's action stopped and he was shocked to see the mysterious aura. His practice was special. Although he was not very strong, his vision was still very high! Success? Before the creation, let him shocked, but now appear aura, let him seem to encounter some special spirit monster, but, this is painted! Long Teng Wanli mountain and river, he has seen with his own eyes, inside the dragon, Wanli mountain and river, is this feeling, but now, this feeling is more surprising to him. "It's similar to your painting. You can learn from it. Your method is also very spiritual. You can see the redemption of black. You can draw more when you are free." Jiang Xiaoye sees that Lamy is fascinated and explains it to him. "Yes! Thank you, President Jiang Lamy was more respectful. "You can see, I can adjust the dye myself." Jiang Xiaoye knows that this opportunity is rare for Lamy. He just let him watch and adjust the dye himself. He can't waste much time adjusting this. "Good!" Lamy immediately put down the dye and went to look at the painting carefully. The kitten owl flutters its wings and looks at Jiang Xiaoye, who wants to fall on his shoulder. The eyes of a group of people are jumping. They are afraid that they may bump into Jiang's hand and make mistakes. There can be no mistakes in ghost level works. "Why? No more nests? " How did this little guy come out in broad daylight? By the sound of firecrackers, gongs and drums? "Huhuhuwu ~" the little guy motioned to his stomach, patted his wings, and then stretched out his head to look at the dye plate in Jiang's hands. "My hands are dirty. Wait till I go back to feed you, OK? There's something delicious in the kitchen. Go and have some. " Jiang Xiaoye hits the little guy with his head. The kitten owl cocked its head to think about it, and then it fluttered its wings and left. "Sure enough, director Jiang is not afraid to be disturbed. In this case, he can continue painting at a constant speed. It feels like..." "Machine?" "Yes, that's the feeling. But compared with the robot, the speed is terrible. However, I feel a ghost level work appearing!" "One point for more? It's amazing! " "I've heard that President Jiang is close to animals. If so, he can communicate with animals. Is that owl?" All the painters present were stunned. Reporters are recording, and the staff of Huaxia painting and calligraphy association are also recording. The same is true of foreign journalists. However, no one is too close to Jiang for fear of disturbing Jiang Xiaoye. Even Jiang Zhenzhu is a little far away from her painting. Even some ancient martial arts experts have come. "This is the integration of the technique into the painting." An old monk whispered. "In ancient times, there is a legend of the heavenly king who became a soldier by casting beans into soldiers. Maybe this is a similar method? I feel the aura flowing like an array. It's so terrible to be integrated into the painting In the eyes of a great bright friar in the west, the painting in front of the evolution of Jiang Xiaoye. "I have heard that master Jiang's art of drawing gods for all things is a kind of fairy art handed down by the Oriental mountain god. The ancient mountain god is said to be the level of heaven and the God of heaven In this era of few extraordinary people, who can step into this step? " "Master Jiang is the only one who frightens and frightens a battlefield."The experts of ancient martial arts are far from comparable to these painters. At a glance, they can see many problems that these people can't see. After all, there are antiques that have lived for hundreds of years. "Good painting!" A county leader went to have a look and exclaimed. Chen Cheng said with a smile: "of course, Lin is now the world's first ghost level painter. Even Mr. Lamy is so respected and even worshipped. We don't need to praise it." At this level, he really doesn't need them to praise him. In the village, the more festive is the children, who are so happy to eat. Such activities can open the hearts of the children, which is also a kind of enlightenment. Here comes Li Huiyu, a 36 year old teacher whose rural life makes her look no longer young. *** "Here we are, here and here!" "Welcome, did you bring Lin's painting? ***You are rich "Look at the picture!" In the past, only a few teachers were teaching in Daliu village. One teacher served as several teachers, including mathematics teacher, art teacher, music teacher and Li Huiyu contracted the contract alone. At that time, there were only seven or eight teachers in one school. "You are so busy. I found the painting of Jiang Xiaoye and Da Han. I don't understand what you said on the phone. Even the Secretary of our village was in a hurry and brought me in his car. What's the matter?" Li Huiyu has been a little confused. She has been living a bad life because of her husband's death in recent years. She has a 13-year-old child who is now studying in the super College of Yushan village. She is also working at home. *** Seeing Li Huiyu coming, Jiang Xiaoye puts down the dye and brush, wipes his hands and comes over. www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
