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[Congratulations to the host: ink landscape painting has reached the palace level! ] 】Boom

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With the sound of the system falling... The relevant perceptions and techniques of ink landscape painting washed his brain like a flood.

The itchy and painful feeling made his brows furrow unconsciously.

It was majestic and heavy, but it made him feel fulfilled like never before.

Pain and joy!

After Lu Li raised his eyebrows and toasted for two sips, his brows gradually stretched.

"Pretend to be a ghost!" Sun Wanzhong snorted coldly.

And he ordered people to grind ink... Standing on the drawing paper in a daze....

He could see that Lu Li couldn't paint at all.

Suddenly.

Lu Li's eyes slowly opened, and he looked at Feng Gu and bowed.

"Grandpa Feng... I heard that you have collected all kinds of green ink, all extracted from valuable treasure medicines... Painting with it will not fade for thousands of years.

"You kid is Men'er Qing!" Fenggu is proud of his beard.

If he paints, he can't be the first person he is today.

It's better than a collection of pen, ink, paper... No one can get out of him!

"There is Grandpa Lao Feng... Borrow the kid's pen and ink. Lu Li bowed again and said.

Such good paper with good mountains and water, naturally with good ink!

"You want to paint?" Feng Gu's eyes instantly widened when he heard this, he originally thought that Lu Li let Xuan Ya polish ink just to write a book.

Can!

Now this kid is begging for green ink to come to him.

How could he still not understand what the other party wanted to do!

"Hmm."

Lu Li focused his head, the sun, moon and stars flowed in his left eye, and the green mountains and green water reflected in his right eye, and his temperament was instantly judged like two people.

"You will..."

Feng Gu wanted to refuse, he had never seen Riku painting.

After all, the drawing paper in front of you is precious... It is not an exaggeration to call it the world's first paper, if it is wasted, it will inevitably be a bit violent to the heavens.

But when he looked at the young man in front of him, he always felt that there was a feeling of inexplicability in his heart, and he gritted his teeth and nodded.

"Good! No matter what you do, the old man will accompany you crazy! "

Whatever his mother thinks of the waste of the treasure paper.

Whatever this kid of his mother paints.

Even if the chicken pecks rice, he will lay down his life to accompany the gentleman today!

"Did Lu Shen really break the defense... Be prepared to lose both. "

What do Riku's fans say? He has been blowing his spirit and talent, this is no one in sight, is madness, is conceit!

"The paper is his, and what does it have to do with you that people take it to wipe their asses?"

"Although the attribute is his... But because of its preciousness, the only thing left in the world is... It can also be regarded as a kind of inheritance that belongs to this era and everyone!

"Let's just say that he dares to destroy this paper today, and the evaluation of later history books will definitely make him pay... This black history cannot be erased. "

The number of people in the Chinese media live broadcast room has been stable at more than 2 million, and most of them are worried about Lu Li's "gambling" behavior.

"Crazy... You guys are crazy! This precious piece of paper is the most precious rice paper in existence... How dare you fool around with him!

"Don't let him do anything wrong!"

"Riku ... I apologize to you solemnly, as long as you don't paint on it, and are willing to keep it properly and pass it on to future generations. The

old men of the on-site art association were frightened a lot, and they all thought that Lu Li was deliberately destroying the paper and hurriedly stopped it.

"How! You can't do it!

Li Tian jumped out from the side, and spontaneously stopped the old man of the art association from approaching Lu Li, let alone approaching the drawing paper.

Lu Li didn't care about this and slowly picked up the pen.

Familiar sensations come to life instantly... It's like a person who has been immersed in painting for hundreds of years.

The white and immaculate rice paper reflects the green mountains and green water in the eyes.

"Outside the picture... The pinnacle of the temple...! He

was shocked by the state in his heart.

Looking at the entire history books, it is enough to be proud to rank in the top three!

"Did you notice that this kid is a little different?" Zheng Xuewen muttered from behind.

This feeling... He has only experienced it with Zhongshi!

"Huh?"

Zhongshi, who was sitting on the stone tablet drinking, suddenly had a burst of essence in his eyes, and looked at the young man who was looking at him in the field.

It wasn't until the glass was full that he came to his senses.

The shock in the depths of the eyes was more than ever.

"Help me over!" Zhongshi Gu couldn't continue drinking, and quickly ordered left and right, and quietly walked behind Lu Li.

A breeze blows paper.

Lu Li dropped the pen.

Tick!

The turquoise ink falls on the rice paper.

Everyone in the art association closed their eyes in depity, not wanting to see this scene, and some people sat on the ground... Silently cover your face.

"Aoyama... Green...... Miles...... Jiangshan..." Lu

Li stood on the stone flat on the top of the mountain, and between the brush sketches, the lifelike Xiufeng towered on the rice paper.

"This is ... Hiss! Feng Gu roared in disbelief.

He had never seen a palace-level person or a work.

But Lu Li only had a few sketches, and his natural state made him feel that he was dozens of times higher than himself!

"Hall level!" Elder Zhong came over and added softly.

He was the only one on the pitch who had the same quality.

Although it's not a painting... But the same way, he knows this state better than anyone!

"How is it possible!" Sun Wan exclaimed maniacally, and was kicked to the ground after only saying a word.

"If you dare to disturb him to paint again, get out of the mountain!"

Xu Liang closed his feet, his eyes were slightly cold, forcing many old men of the noisy art association to dare not shout loudly.

"Please, Principal Xu, let me wait and take a look!"

Someone lowered his voice, bent over, and put his posture extremely low.

"I was wrong just now... After the old man kneels down to apologize, there is no temple in the painting, let me die after reading it! "

Someone else is in tears.

He crawled and pulled Xu Liang's pant leg and begged.

"Keep a two-step distance!" Xu Liang looked at the old man of the Art Association with bloodshot eyes on the field, and nodded slowly after a moment of silence.

He was well aware of the impact of Lu Li's presence on the Fine Arts Association.

Now the best way, it is better to block than to unblock!

Riku had no idea what was happening in the outside world.

At this moment, the brush in his hand is getting faster and faster, and the whole person seems to be integrated with the green mountains and green water.

With the sound of the wind, insects, birds, the chest rises and falls.

Just a few moments.

The long scroll already depicts as many as one meter.

"Enjoyable!" He spat out a cloudy breath and drank again to pick up his pen.

Like a young man in the world of immortal cultivation who has just learned to fly with a sword, the rice paper of more than ten meters is like that vast world... Let him do it!

The mountain breeze rustled the leaves, brushing Lu Li's forehead and setting off a few strands of broken hair...

Everyone looked at it in a trance.

Whether he paints or gives poetry, he is like this.

Spectators clapped their hands and laughed wildly, why not be crazy, crazy and what's wrong!

PS: The number of words is enough, nagging two sentences, that's the style, I feel embarrassed to change the book.

In fact, I have never understood that poetry and these non-material cultural inheritances are the beauty in our bones and blood!

The beauty of this kind of writing is not appreciated.

Can't we too?

Li Bai and Bai Juyi in the prosperous Chang'an City....

Wang Ximeng, who drew a picture of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains at the age of eighteen, and Wang Bo, who improvised the preface of King Teng's pavilion in his twenties....

They're just going to be crazier and more idiotic than I describe!

Stage singing and dancing can be crazy, but the culture of thousands of years of ancestors cannot be crazy?

There are a lot of words, please forgive me for affecting everyone's mood.