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Chapter 115: The Sword of Wisdom

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Chen Kang's face turned red and he looked even more clumsy, and he kept bowing: "Brother Bai, don't blame Brother Bai, I'm still accidentally... But this painting looks better, the ink trace looks like flowing water, the ink dots are like floating fluffy, and it seems that there are far-off guests coming."

The commotion inside the door made Chen Chun outside the door walk into the door again.

"Hahaha." Lu Luo laughed and said, "Boy, do you know that the most taboo thing about being interrupted and said such words in painting. What's the use of this painting? This painting is ruined!"

Chen Kang looked at Bai Qichang, just looked at it like this.

Bai Qichang stared at his paintings, and after a long time, he looked at Chen Kang, and replied with a smile: "Sanlang, don't be anxious, there is nothing to do, I will find a way for my brother."

Lulu said again: "What will you think of? There is still a stick of incense. Do you want to draw a new one?"

Chen Chun was really disgusted with Lu Luo's sarcastic harshness and immediately said, "Qi Chang, something unexpected happens, you can draw it again." The implication is that Bai Qi Chang delays the time.

Qiu Zhicun turned around and found that Chen Chun was still there, and his eyes were getting worse and worse at the moment when he looked at Lu Luo.

Bai Qichang rubbed the bridge of his nose for a moment, then bowed his hand and smiled, "Thank you, Bai Yangshan. The students are willing to abide by the agreement. You cannot make your classmates feel unfair for Qichang alone."

Chen Kang bowed and said, "Baiyangshan, Brother Bai's painting was accidentally destroyed by the student. Can the boy come up with some ideas?" He paused slightly and said, "Of course, Brother Bai wrote it."

Chen Chun pursed his lips and said, "There is a reason for this, so let's follow you."

Although Bai Qichang may not listen to him, he could not say no in front of Chen Chun and bowed: "Thank you, Baiyang Mountain."

Seeing that Bai Qichang was generous, Chen Chun couldn't help but nodded again. Although his eyes were a little worried, he was more certain.

Bai Qichang reexamined his composition, and with the thick ink marks, he followed the mountain and outlined a magnificent waterfall with just a few strokes.

Even though Chen Longer was so beaten up that she was so stunning that she still moved to the door with a small step and looked into the door slightly on tiptoe.

Looking at the ink traces of Bai Qichang's paintings, everyone felt that Bai Qichang was sure to lose and shook their heads.

At this time, Chen Kang smiled and approached Bai Qichang, and Jiang Liuqi hurriedly stretched out his arms to block him.

Chen Kang let out a light breath and said, "Brother Jiang, I won't be careless anymore."

Jiang Liuyu also felt that his behavior was a bit too much and slowly withdrew his arm: "Then you should be careful."

On this side, Wang Lucao used a folding fan to separate Jiang Liuyu's shoulders and said, "Let Sanlang see."

Chen Kangde went up and looked at Bai Qichang's painting with concentration and whispered: "Brother Bai, the layout has been decided and cannot be changed. However, although this painting has an ancient style, it has angered shortcomings. What do you think?"

Bai Qichang looked at his paintings. He painted mountains as mountains and water as water, but he had no aura and nodded slightly.

Chen Kang said: "This place is the ink trace. Can you add a few strokes to change it to a golden bell?" He paused and then said: "It is a shaking golden bell."

Bai Qichang looked down at him. The pen was filled with mountains rising and falling, and it was completed in one go, and the appearance of dangerous peaks was standing with thick ink. He saw a quiet small temple among the peaks.

He put his left hand on his sleeve and tried to write. The golden bell swung slightly, as if he could hear the shaking golden bell knocking out the sound of the clear Yue.

If painting a mountain is a mountain, then this stroke is to use painting to listen to sound, which is an extremely advanced expression!

Bai Qichang didn't expect that this stroke could add such emotion to the painting. He raised his eyes and looked at Chen Kang and smiled.

Chen Kang smiled innocently, raised his hand and pointed at the waterfall, and said, "I am really lonely living alone in the mountains. If there are so many visitors, how about it?"

Bai Qichang thought for a while and said, "Here, the painter loses the feeling of freedom."

"Where is a deer"

Bai Qichang smiled convincingly, and wrote again, hooking the sporadic dots of ink into splashes. Where the heavy ink was a few wild deer, either hanging their heads and drinking water, or lifting their legs and trying to run away.

Coupled with the mountains and thick and thin mist, it is a leisurely and leisurely picture!

When this painting was displayed in front of everyone, everyone was surprised with their mouths open. No one expected that a ruined painting could be reborn!

No one expected that such paintings that are suitable for movement and stillness and welcome far and near will be achieved within this incense stick!

When Chen Kang walked out of the door, Chen Chun heard from inside: "Qi Chang's paintings are grand and grand, and the movement and stillness in the paintings are suitable for each other, which is a great work! It also has the style of a general who is not disturbed in the face of danger, so he should take the lead!"

Chen Kang walked slowly on the stone road. What type of paintings Bai Qichang and Qiu Zhicun were naturally found out by Liu Shu. The result was just like the Haikou that Liu Shu boasted that day.

This person is indeed very careful and capable of doing things.

The reason why he struggled to do this was actually simple.

Originally, he wanted to embarrass Qiu Zhicun, but he was angry and frightened, and cut off all the things he had become a disciple of Chen Chun. This was enough.

He is not a central air conditioner, so he can't forget all his previous behavior just because Bai Qichang saved Chen Chang once.

Let Bai Qichang win once, but not in vain.

So he hit Mo and deliberately made him anxious.

After avenging those little revenge on that day, he then advised him how to change the painting and avenge him to sacrifice himself to "rescue" Chen Chang. This kind of leap grace.

Unlike everyone else, he chose this poem in advance. He also thought about how to paint to highlight the artistic conception of the poem intentionally or unintentionally.

How can we make Bai Qichang's painting more eye-catching?

He thought, thinking.

In Bai Qichang's painting, the golden bell is indeed the finishing touch, but the whole picture still seems too quiet, and adding flowing water and animals can show that the owner of this mountain is enjoying it.

If it is said to be in harmony with poetry, such an arrangement should be better able to express Bai Juyi's mood at that time.

Where my heart returns is home.

There is only one person left in the mountains, so how can he call home? This is what he experienced in the Shen family. Home must be angry, otherwise it will be just a house that accommodates the body.

The people inside were still noisy. Bai Qichang was excited and looked for Chen Kang.

Others can't hear Chen Kang's advice, but he can understand it. He thought that Chen Kang really understands him and can make up for his shortcomings.

He helped him so much, he wanted to ask, why

Chen Chun took the Shutong out the door, and Minglun Hall suddenly felt like it was in an uproar. Dozens of students gathered in front of Bai Qichang for congratulating him on his first place.

Jiang Liuyan smiled and said, "Hey! Chen Kang's overturned ink marks really happened to make Brother Bai's paintings go to the next level. Chen Kang is a little lucky."

Wang Lucao rolled his eyes, disdained to argue with him, and went out to find Chen Kang's traces.
Chapter completed!
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