For Jiang Xiaoye, when painting, he is distracted and not distracted, and has no effect at all.

Because the magical art of painting all things is a magic method during battle.

Afraid of disturbing?

What a joke! “What’s wrong, why are you calling me?”

Zhao Wuliu looked at President Qian and said, "Pretending to be young?

How much smaller am I?”

President Qian's face was dark.

You are a hooligan in the live broadcast! “What is the difference between oil painting and oil painting?”

Zhao Wuliu signaled Jiang Xiaoye and then looked at President Qian.

Qian sighed and had no problem talking to himself. He quickly said: "Oil painting is one of the main types of Western paintings, it is a painting art form, using some oil-made pigments, canvas linen, cardboard and wooden boards.

The painted oil color is also a pigment containing oily quality. The two have different crossover ranges. Oil color is divided into oil color general oil color... "                                                                                                             �

It was like painting crazy. The first thing I painted was the houses in Yushan Village, with a mixed view of the distance and close view.

Rami was quickly adjusting another pigment board, and from time to time looked up at Jiang Xiaoye's paintings.

A charm has appeared! Jiang Xiaoye felt that this state was moving in and out of this state. The magical art of painting all things has reached the point of perfection, and it is approaching quickly from the old mountain god's ink-wash army.

In about ten minutes, a scenery has been formed. The unique temperature of the golden thatch makes the oil paint dry faster, and the connotation is spiritual and lifelike.

"This is..." Rami's movements stopped and looked at the mysterious spiritual charms in shock. He practiced with special characteristics. Although he was not very strong, his vision in this area was still very high!

The creation before shocked him, but the spiritual charm that appeared now made him feel like he had encountered some special spiritual monsters, but this was drawn! He had seen the dragon inside for thousands of miles of mountains and rivers with his own eyes.

This is the feeling of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, but now, this feeling is even more surprising to him.

"It's similar to your painting skills. You can learn from it. Your methods are also very spiritual. Heike's redemption can be seen. When you have nothing to do, you can draw more."

Jiang Xiaoye saw that Rami was fascinated by the way and gave him some explanation.

"Yes! Thank you President Jiang for your advice!"

Rami respected even more.

"Just look, I can just adjust the dye myself."

Jiang Xiaoye knew that this opportunity was rare for Rami, so he just wanted to watch it and adjust the dye by himself. He would not waste much time when adjusting this.

"good!"

Rami immediately put down the dye in her hand and went to stare at the painting carefully.

The little owl flew over with his wings and looked at Jiang Xiaoye, wanting to land on his shoulders. The group of people looked at him and their eyelids were twitching, afraid of hitting Jiang Xiaoye's hand and making a mistake.

There are no mistakes in ghost-level works.

"what?

Don't hold a nest anymore?"

Why did this little guy come out in broad daylight?

Was it aroused by the sound of firecrackers and gongs?

"Huhuhuwu~" The little guy signaled his stomach, slapped his wings, then stretched his head to look at the dye plate in Jiang Xiaoye's hand.

"My hands are dirty, wait until I go back and feed you, okay?

There is something delicious in the kitchen, so you can eat something."

Jiang Xiaoye hit the little guy with his head.

The little owl tilted his head and thought for a while before leaving with his wings.

"Sure enough, President Jiang is not afraid of being disturbed at all. In this case, he can continue painting with constant speed. It feels like..."                                              �

"Yes, it's just this feeling, but compared to the robot, the speed is simply terrifying, but I feel a ghost-level work appearing!"

“Is it more useful to one point?

It's amazing!"

"I have heard that Dean Jiang is close to animals. As expected, he can communicate with animals. That's an owl, right?"

The painters present were stunned.

The reporters recorded it, and the staff of the China Calligraphy and Painting Association are also recording it.

The same is true for foreign journalists, but no one is too close to him, afraid of disturbing Jiang Xiaoye, and even Jiang Zhenzhu is far away, afraid of disturbing Jiang Xiaoye's paintings.

Even some ancient martial arts masters have come.

"This is to incorporate magic into the painting."

An old monk whispered.

"There was a legend of the Heavenly Lord who sprinkled beans into soldiers in ancient times. Maybe this is a similar method, right?

I felt the spiritual charm like a formation flowing, and it actually merged into the painting. It was terrible!"

A great monk from the West had a golden light flashing in his eyes, and he was painting in front of Jiang Xiaoye.

"I heard that Master Jiang learned the magical art of painting all things, which is a fairy art passed down by the Eastern Mountain God. The ancient mountain god is said to be the level of the Heavenly Venerable, the Heavenly Venerable... In this era where there are not many extraordinary people, who can step on it?

Going into this step?”

"One person shocks the battlefield, only Master Jiang!"

The masters of ancient martial arts have a far greater vision than these painters can match. They can see many problems that these people cannot see at a glance. After all, there are old antiques that have lived for hundreds of years.

"It's so good to paint!"

A county leader went over and looked at it, exclaiming.

Chen Cheng smiled and said, "Of course, Xiaoye is now the world's number one ghost-level painter. Even Mr. Rami admires it so much, and even admires it. We don't need to praise it."

At Jiang Xiaoye's level, there is really no need for them to praise him.

What’s more festive in the village is the children who are almost happy to eat. Such activities can open their hearts and be considered a kind of enlightenment.

Li Huiyu is here, this 36-year-old teacher, and her rural life makes her look no longer young.

"Teacher Li!"

"Teacher Li is here, here!"

"Welcome to Teacher Li, have Xiaoye's paintings brought?

Teacher Li, you are rich!"

"Look at the painting!"

There were only a few teachers in Daliu Village, and one teacher served as several teachers, including mathematics, art, music teacher, and Li Huiyu, who contracted it alone.

At that time, there were few children, and there were only seven or eight teachers in one school.

"You guys are so lively. I found Jiang Xiaoye's paintings, and Dahan's ones, too. I don't understand what you are saying on the phone. Even the secretary of our village was anxious and drove them in person.

The car brought me here, what's going on?"

Li Huiyu is a little confused. She has died of illness over the years because of her husband's illness and has a very bad life. She is taking a thirteen-year-old child. The child is now attending the Super College in Yushan Village, and she is also at home to farm with peace of mind.

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"Teacher Li."
Chapter completed!