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

In front of everyone's attention, Sun Rong suddenly spilled the ink in his hand and saw that the ink left a long ink mark on the long drawing paper instantly. The original white painting paper was full of ink dots and ink marks.

After throwing away the ink, Sun Rong stepped forward with a huge wolf brush in his right hand, squinting his eyes halfway, and walked the dragon snake with his right hand pen, the pen tip sometimes picked up, sometimes inclined downward, and sometimes protruded left and right.

The people on stage looked stupid, the staff on stage looked stupid, and the audience in the audience also looked stupid.

This……

What kind of ghost is painted!

However, everyone worked hard to be patient. They all believed that Sun Rong's painting might not have been completed yet, and its connotation and essence have not yet been reflected.

So everyone patience, all eyes wide open to look carefully.

After five minutes, Sun Rong closed the pen.

He looked at the people with a smile, holding the beard in his left hand and holding a pen in his right.

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

I still can't understand anything!

The scroll is like a graffiti for a child, with a mess of brushstrokes and a mess of brushstrokes. There is simply no beauty at all.

Hua Jiong, Shen Na and others glanced at each other, all showing an awkward and polite smile.

"What is this painting?"

"What's wrong with this, is it that my state is too bad? Can't understand the master's painting?"

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhzie, the master is worthy of being a master. This painting is really not understandable by ordinary people. No wonder it is called Dao painting, and the realm is not enough to understand!

"The painting of bullshit, the realm of bullshit, I look at the paintings of blind special, let me go up to me, or just throw the ink, and then use the pen to click and draw!"

"Eh, this is a bad word. Teacher Sun Rong is the vice president of the China Art Association. How can people be the kind of deceitful people!"

...

There was a lot of discussion among the audience, and in a short time, the audience on the spot quickly divided into two camps.

One camp thinks that Sun Rong is a blind painter, and the other camp thinks that Sun Rong's painting realm is too high. They can't understand it because their realm is not enough.

At the scene, Hua Jiong and others looked at each other, but watching the riots on the scene, they could no longer continue to squint, and had to go forward with a scalp.

"Mr. Sun, what is the moral of your picture? Can you tell us something?"

Hua Jiong tentatively asked.

"This painting is natural, it cannot be said, it cannot be spoken, it can understand nature, it can be understood, it cannot be understood, it cannot be understood, this painting needs to be fine-grained." It is unpredictable.

At the moment, Li Zian, who was standing a few steps away from 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. Isn't the so-called creation of these "Ugly Book" masters just like Sun Rong just like God?

Has the ugly book of the previous life become the Taoist painting of this life?

"Poof..."

The more we think about Li Zi'an, the more weird it becomes, and the more interesting it becomes, so much so that he couldn't hold back for a moment and pouted out with joy.

But what happened is that after Hua Jiong and Sun Rong questioned and answered, the scene just happened to be in a very quiet state, which made Li Zian's laughter extremely abrupt and instantly attracted Sun Rong Glared.

"Mr. Li, what do you mean by this laugh? Do you look down on the old man's paintings or the old man's words?" Sun Rong sneered.

"No, no." Li Zian waved his hand and smirked, "Master Sun, you... you did a very good job, but forgive me, I really can't understand the master's work you painted, maybe it's my realm too Lower it."

Although Li Zi'an knew what was going on, he didn't want to get too entangled with Sun Rong, so he took a step back in words.

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

"Mr. Li, since the realm is not enough, then you should cultivate yourself and 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 be the next generation of young people in the motherland? Be a role model?"

Sun Rong's posture is full of condescension, and his tone is like an elder's scolding Li Zi'an.

Li Zi'an still laughed, but with Sun Rong's words, the smile on Li Zi'an's face gradually disappeared.

Seeing this scene, Hua Jiong, Shen Na and others all giggled in their hearts, and secretly broke their voices.

Although Li Zi'an is young, he is a person with a head and a face no matter in the circle or in society, and it is also an example of an artist who is officially praised by Huaxia University of Arts.

Nowadays, in such occasions, being scolded for ignorance as fun and ignorance as fun, this is simply naked humiliation. Faced with such humiliation, even the best tempered person will definitely turn over.

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

Only three months have passed since the big event of Li Zi'an's solo battle in the paparazzi circle. Since that incident, no one in the whole circle will ever think that Li Zi'an is a bully.

The gangsters in the paparazzi who were like rogues were all subordinated to Li Zizhi's clothing. They should lose money and kowtow. Who dares to underestimate Li Zi'an now? Who dares to pinch plums as soft persimmons?

The atmosphere at the scene was cold in vain. Xu Yahui and Tang Guansheng on the stage were all very cold, and looked at Sun Rong with anger.

The fans of Li Zi'an under the stage immediately exploded.

"Fat trough, this is the face for this surname Sun?"

"What kind of **** did he draw? Let's say it, I think it's a blind painting, what a big tail wolf!"

"Hetui, the master of shit!"

"Actually saying that we are safe and ignorant? Lying trough, this old man, do you know that the person standing in front of you is the champion of liberal arts in Handong Province?!"

"I originally respected Master Sun, but what he said just now is a little insulting. I don't think it has anything to do with art anymore, it's a matter of character!"

...

Fans were clamoring, and many people were glaring at Sun Rong.

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

"Master Sun, if you say that my realm is not enough, I recognize this point, because I really can’t understand what you are painting, landscapes are not like landscapes, calligraphy is not like calligraphy, in my low realm. Come, this thing you painted is not much different from the graffiti of a three-year-old child."

"you……"

As soon as Li Zi'an's words were spoken, Sun Rong's eyes were drawn, but before he could say anything, he was interrupted by Li Zi's next words.

"As for you saying that I am ignorant and sorry, I do not recognize this point. Although I am not as famous as Master Sun, and I am the vice president of the China Art Association, I have won some awards, but I am in There are really some worthless accomplishments in art."

"I have a painting technique called Splash Painting since ancient times in China. According to legend, it was recorded in the ancient Tang Dynasty: the ink was splashed on paper, the feet were wiped by hand, and the shape was stone, cloud, and water. At random, the picture shows Yunxia, ​​dyed with wind and rain, like a dexterity, and the ink stains are not visible when looking down."

"In my opinion, what you call this self-created Taoist painting is actually essentially a splashing ink painting of ancient Chinese techniques, but the splashing ink painting of ancient techniques is freehand and expressive. It’s personally fascinating.

Li Zi'an told quietly that the ancient sayings were coming soon, and his voice was steady and confident.

He talked about splash painting here, and then the words turned suddenly.

"And Master Sun’s Dao painting, in my opinion, has the fur of ancient techniques and splashing ink, but it has no essence, only the surface form, and then use your so-called Dao nature to cover up the fact that you are blindly painting, to the younger generation. In my opinion, if you want to carry forward the ink painting, you might as well go home and study for another three or two years. How is your behavior different from those who sell dog meat in sheep's head?"

Li Zi'an was originally behind Hua Jiong, but after he had finished speaking, he had come to Hua Jiong, only two or three steps away from Sun Rong. His eyes were fixed on Sun Rong, his mouth sipped. Sneered.

Old man, since you don’t know what’s wrong, don’t let the steps down, don’t blame me for slapping your face!

Li Zi hummed in peace.

The audience fell into a very quiet state, the fans under the stage looked at Li Zian, the eyes are full of little stars of worship.

So handsome!

There are justifications, evidences, facts, and ancient sayings. There is no disrespect in the language, but the blade is hidden everywhere. Until the last sentence of selling dog meat in sheepskin, it was a piercing face.

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

It's worthy of Li Zi'an, this face is really cruel!

And every slap hit the ground, making Sun Rong simply unable to refute!

They didn't think that Li Zi'an was too much~lightnovelpub.net~ Instead, they all felt very happy in their hearts. Obviously, they were very dissatisfied with Sun Rong's self-assertion, pretense, and posture.

"you……"

Facing Li Zi's sharp words, Sun Rong's angry chest kept rising and falling, and his face was full of anger.

"Yellow Mouth child, you have to say that the female is yellow!"

Sun Rong said angrily.

"I'm so eloquent?" Li Zi'an raised his eyebrows without fear. "Don't I say anything wrong? Do I make the old sayings indiscriminately? Do I say that the ink paintings I made were impossible? "

"Your so-called self-made Dao painting can be the same in form as the ancient technique of splashing ink? What is the connotation? If you feel you are wronged, you may wish to talk about the so-called connotation of your Dao painting in front of everyone What is it?"

Li Zi'an asked questions one after another, his words were extremely sharp, and Sun Rongcheng was speechless...