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Sun Rong held a bowl of ink in his left hand, and a huge Langhao paintbrush in his right hand.

Under everyone's attention, Sun Rong suddenly poured out the ink in his hand, and saw that the ink instantly left a long ink mark on the long drawing paper, and there were ink dots and ink marks everywhere on the original white drawing paper.

After shaking the ink, Sun Rong stepped forward with a huge Langhao paintbrush in his right hand, squinting his eyes half-closed, and the brush in his right hand moved like a snake, with the tip of the brush sometimes raised upwards, sometimes downwards, and sometimes dashed left and right.

The people on the stage were dumbfounded, the staff in the audience were dumbfounded, and so were the audience in the auditorium.

this……

What the hell is the painting!

However, everyone tried their best to be patient. They all thought that Sun Rong's painting might not be finished yet, and its connotation and essence hadn't been reflected yet. Only after the painting was finished could they see its artistic conception.

So everyone calmed down and looked carefully with their eyes wide open.

Five minutes passed in a flash, and Sun Rong closed his pen.

He looked at the crowd with a smile on his face, holding his beard in his left hand and a pen in his right hand, as if he were a master of art.

At this time, everyone looked at Sun Rong's picture scroll again, but...

Still can't understand anything!

The picture scroll is like a child's graffiti, the pen and ink are messed up, and there is no sense of beauty at all.

Hua Jiong, Shen Na and the others looked at each other, all showing awkward but polite smiles.

"What is this painting?"

"What kind of mess is this? Could it be that my state is too poor? I can't understand the master's painting?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, the master is worthy of being a master. This painting is really not understandable by ordinary people. No wonder it is called a Taoist painting. I really can't understand it if I don't have enough realm!"

"Stupid Daoist painting, bullshit realm, I think it's stupid painting, let me go up, I can do it, isn't it just flicking the ink, and then scratching with the pen!"

"Hey, that's wrong. Mr. Sun Rong is the vice president of the Huaxia Art Association, how can he be the kind of person who deceives the world and steals his name!"

...

The audience in the audience chatted a lot, and in a short time, the audience at the scene soon divided into two camps.

One camp thinks that Sun Rong's painting is just stupid, and the other camp thinks that Sun Rong's painting is too high-level, and they can't understand it because their level is not enough.

Hua Jiong and others at the scene looked at each other in blank dismay, but seeing the commotion at the scene, they couldn't continue to stare at each other, so they had to bite the bullet and walk forward.

"Mr. Sun, what is the meaning of this scroll of yours? Can you tell us about it?"

Hua Jiong asked tentatively.

"The Tao of this painting is natural. It cannot be said or explained. If you can understand it, you will understand it. If you don't understand it, you will not understand it. This painting needs to be carefully crafted." It is unfathomable.

Li Zian, who was standing a few steps behind Hua Jiong, suddenly had a strange expression on his face.

He suddenly remembered the "ugly book" masters who were all the rage in the previous life. Aren't the so-called creations of those "ugly book" masters just as magical as Sun Rong just now?

The ugly book of the previous life has become the Taoist painting of this life?

"Pfft..."

The more Li Zian thought about it, the weirder it became. The more he thought about it, the more interesting he found it, so that he couldn't hold back for a while, and burst out laughing.

Coincidentally, after Hua Jiong and Sun Rong asked and answered, the scene happened to be in a very quiet state, which made Li Zian's laughter appear extremely abrupt, which instantly attracted Sun Rong's attention. glaring.

"This Mr. Li, what is the meaning of your laughter? Are you looking down on the old man's painting or what the old man said just now?" Sun Rong snorted coldly.

"No, no." Li Zian waved his hand and said with a suppressed smile, "Master Sun, you...you draw very well, but forgive me for my clumsy eyes. I really can't understand the works you draw, master. Maybe it's because my realm is too high. low."

Although Li Zian knew what was going on, he didn't want to entangle Sun Rong too much, so he took a step back in words.

However, Li Zian took a step back, but Sun Rong didn't just accept it.

"Mr. Li, since your realm is not enough, then you should cultivate your morality, strive to improve your self-cultivation, and improve your realm, instead of taking ignorance as fun and ignorance as fun. As a star of the country, how can you do this for the next generation of young people in the motherland? Set an example?"

Sun Rong's posture was full of condescension, and his tone was like an elder reprimanding Li Zian.

Originally, Li Zian was still smiling, but following Sun Rong's words, the smile on Li Zian's face gradually disappeared.

Seeing this scene, Hua Jiong, Shen Na and the others felt their hearts skip a beat, and they secretly thought that something was wrong.

Although Li Zian is young, he is a respectable person both in the circle and in the society, and he is an artist model officially praised by Huaxia University of Arts.

Now in such an occasion, being scolded for taking ignorance as fun and ignorance as fun is simply a naked humiliation. Faced with such humiliation, even a person with a good temper will definitely turn his face.

What's more, is Li Zian a good-tempered person?

It has only been three months since Li Zian fought the paparazzi alone. Since that incident, no one in the whole circle thinks Li Zian is a bully anymore.

The gang of rascals in the paparazzi circle were all subdued by Li Zianzhi. Those who should lose money should pay money, and those who should kowtow. Who dares to underestimate Li Zian now? Who dares to pinch Li Zian as a soft persimmon?

The atmosphere at the scene turned cold in vain. Xu Yahui and Tang Wansheng on the stage also looked extremely cold at this time, and their eyes were full of anger when they looked at Sun Rong.

Li Zian's fans in the audience were immediately furious.

"Fuck, is this the face of this surnamed Sun?"

"What kind of bullshit did he draw for fun? He's still painting. I think it's just a foolish painting. He pretends to be a wolf with a big tail!"

"Hetui, master of bullshit!"

"Are you saying that An'an is ignorant and ignorant? Fuck you, old man, do you know that the person standing in front of you is the number one scholar in liberal arts in East Handong Province?!"

"I respected this Master Sun at first, but what he said just now was a bit insulting. I think it has nothing to do with art now, but a matter of character!"

...

The fans were clamoring, and many of them glared at Sun Rong.

Looking at Sun Rong not far away, Li Zian suddenly smiled, but this smile was a little cold in the eyes of Hua Jiong and others.

"Master Sun, if you say that my realm is not enough, I will admit it, because I really can't understand what you painted. Landscapes are not like landscapes, and calligraphy is not like calligraphy. For a person with a low realm like me Come on, what you drew is not much different from a three-year-old's graffiti."

"you……"

As soon as Li Zian's words came out, Sun Rong immediately glared at him, but before he could say anything, he was interrupted by Li Zian's next words.

"As for your claim that I'm ignorant, I'm sorry, but I don't admit it. Although I'm not as famous as Master Sun, I'm also the vice president of the Huaxia Art Association, and I've won any awards, but I am in There are really some insignificant accomplishments in art."

"I have a painting technique called splash-ink painting since ancient times in China. According to legend, it was passed down in the Tang Dynasty. There are records in ancient records: ink is splashed on paper, and it is rubbed with feet and hands. According to its shape, it is stone, cloud, or water. Feel free to draw clouds and clouds, dye them into wind and rain, just like a magic trick, and you can't see the traces of ink stains from looking down."

"In my opinion, Master Sun, the so-called self-created Taoist paintings are actually splash-ink paintings of ancient Chinese techniques, but the splash-ink paintings of ancient techniques are freehand and vivid, and the splash-ink paintings are natural and unrestrained. Charismatic and captivating.”

Li Zian narrated quietly, the ancient records and ancient words came out of his mouth, his voice was steady and confident.

When he talked about splash-ink painting, the subject suddenly changed.

"As for Master Sun, your Daoist paintings, in my opinion, are just the superficiality of splash-ink painting with ancient techniques, but without the essence. In my opinion, if you want to carry forward splash-ink painting, you might as well go home and study it for another three or two years, what is the difference between your current behavior and that generation who put on sheep's head and sell dog meat?"

Li Zian was originally behind Hua Jiong, but after he finished speaking, he had already come in front of Hua Jiong, only two or three steps away from Sun Rong. with a sneer.

Old man, since you don't know what's good and you can't get down the steps, don't blame me for hitting your face swollen!

Li Zian hummed softly in his heart.

The audience fell into a state of extreme silence, and the fans in the audience looked at Li Zian with little stars in their eyes.

So handsome!

Reasonable and well-founded, based on facts and old sayings, there is no disrespect in the words, but the blade is hidden everywhere, until the last sentence of "selling dog meat in sheep's clothing" is regarded as a puncture.

On the stage, Hua Jiong and others looked at each other and could see the admiration in each other's eyes.

As expected of Li Zian, this slap in the face was really ruthless!

And every slap hit the real point, making Sun Rong powerless to refute!

They didn't feel that Li Zian was going too far, on the contrary, they all felt very refreshed in their hearts. Obviously, they were already very dissatisfied with Sun Rong's self-assertion, mystification, and posturing.

"you……"

Facing Li Zian's sharp words, Sun Rong's chest heaved up and down in anger, and his face was full of anger.

"Yellow-mouthed child, don't talk nonsense!"

Sun Rong said angrily.

"I'm talking nonsense?" Li Zian was not afraid at all, raised his eyebrows and said: "Could it be that what I said is wrong? Could it be that I made up the ancient sayings I said? Could it be that I made up the splashed ink paintings I said? "

"Your so-called self-created Taoist painting can be the same as the ancient splash-ink painting in form? As for the connotation? If you feel that you have been wronged, you might as well talk about the so-called connotation of your Taoist painting in front of everyone. What is it?"

Li Zian asked questions one after another, his words were extremely sharp, leaving Sun Rong speechless...