"Haha, I'm showing off my skills. The team has President Qian. Why are you here so suddenly? Even Mr. Mei has invited you to me. Please come in there, let's sit down and chat!"

Jiang Xiaoye put down his pen and immediately invited them to sit on the sofa inside.

The group was anxious and naturally followed in.

"I'm leaving!" Jiang Huai, who came to rob the couplet, left with the couplet.

"Remember to post it to your hometown!"

Jiang Yunshan shouted.

"I know!"

...

The village was busy posting couplets, and the old village chief also took a group of children from the village to post couplets to the elderly in the village from house to house. Naturally, the children had New Year's money and candy rewards, and the whole village was full of joy.

Jiang Xiaoye is making spiritual tea for them.

"Mr. Jiang, this time we are here, it's a very important thing." President Qian stood up again, pulled Jiang Xiaoye to signal him to sit down.

Sometimes when he wants to ask, he really can't sit still.

"You just say it's fine. I came here on the 29th day of the New Year. I thought you had a unique time to give gifts, but let me explain first. I won't go out any things. There are so many things in my village these two days."

If he wanted to participate in any calligraphy and painting activities, Jiang Xiaoye would not be in the mood to go there. Chu Shiyuan would not go home to accompany him here, and he would not want to go anywhere.

Pour tea and Jiang Xiaoye handed it over and said, "Drinking tea, this tea can relieve your fatigue."

These people were all very tired, and Jiang Xiaoye could see it.

"Thanks!"

"Please trouble Master Jiang."

They were also very tired after taking the car all the way.

"Mr. Jiang, you definitely don't have to go out, but it will delay you for some time. A picture of the thousands of miles of mountains and rivers at the opening ceremony of the Spring Festival Gala was accidentally destroyed. It was painted by a digital ink painter. It took half a year to be six meters long and one meter wide. Mr. Jiang, we came this time to ask you to see if you can draw one. You are the world's first ghost-god-level. Now no one has time to draw it. We can only come to ask you for help."

President Qian looked at Jiang Xiaoye nervously. If Jiang Xiaoye refused, their Calligraphy and Painting Association would be fully exhausted for half a year. The opening ceremony of the art exhibition is a reflection of the long-standing cultural heritage of China!

This time, it is important and also related to the spread of calligraphy and painting culture.

"The painting is ruined? Can't it be repaired?"

Jiang Xiaoye was stunned for a moment. Did he come to ask for a painting? This is simple, and he still draws it casually.

"It cannot be repaired. Some accidents occurred in our insiders and were ruined very much. This painting showed the inheritance of our Chinese culture to the world at the opening ceremony of the Spring Festival Gala. Now we can no longer come up with a suitable one. The Chinese New Year Gala has also begun to rehearse other programs. This has a great impact on our Huaxia Calligraphy and Painting Association and also affects some of our Chinese cultural heritage. This matter is extremely important."

Bai Xingchen was even more impatient. He was responsible for this matter. This happened so he could only die.

The master Ye Feng and the national-hand calligrapher Mei Lao also looked at Jiang Xiaoye.

Jiang Xiaoye is the only hope.

"this……"

Jiang Xiaoye pondered for a moment and said, "Do you need a very shocking kind?"

Jiang Xiaoye is also clear about how important this kind of thing is. He can help you, and he will also use Taoist family later.

"Yes, yes, it can show the momentum of our China and the cultural embodiment of Chinese calligraphy and painting. The more shocking the better. Master Jiang, how long will it take?"

Qian was overjoyed, and Jiang Xiaoye obviously agreed, but he began to worry about not having enough time.

"Is it time?"

Mr. Mei feels it is too difficult.

It can be said that it is impossible to achieve. Writing is OK, but the preparation time for ink painting and this thing is very troublesome. This is the work of several masters in half a year!

"It's too late, it's not a big problem, but I need to use my own materials."

Since it is necessary to be imposing, ordinary paper cannot withstand the incarnation of all things, Jiang Xiaoye gave them a tea ceremony: "Drawing is OK, but I have something to do and I still need help. I want to build a world-class calligraphy and painting learning center here. This painting will be hung in the school in the future, and you will also support it in the future."

The Chinese Go Association has agreed, and the following is the Calligraphy and Painting Association, as well as ancient martial arts, so I simply do a drastic move!

"There is no problem at all. We have even started to discuss the number of places to study. However, please ask Mr. Jiang to teach you more painting in the future. After all, you are the first ghost-god-god-level painter!"

President Qian nodded immediately, stood up and held Jiang Xiaoye's hand in joy and said, "I'm so troubled Mr. Jiang!"

"It's okay, since that's the case, I'll go and prepare."

Jiang Xiaoye nodded. There was no problem with drawing a few paintings by himself. The real teaching and communication still depends on these old people. He just provided a place with his own reputation in disguise.

Prepare special drawing paper!

Seeing that Jiang Xiaoye had left, Mr. Mei wanted to speak but stopped. He wanted to ask who did Jiang Xiaoye learn the calligraphy from.

But when he saw the person walking away, he immediately went to read the couplet.

"Good words, good words!"

Is there really such a person who is born to be a calligrapher in this world?

Old Mei was amazed.

Jiang Xiaoye came to the forest farm. The mutated thatch had covered the entire pig shed. The long mutated golden thatch was already wider, and the length was even undulating, and I don’t know how many meters!

"Huff~"

Seeing that someone was coming, a group of pigs ran over immediately, and surrounded Jiang Xiaoye with a humming sound, obviously to see if there was anything to eat.

More and more pigs are coming from the pig farm. They also know that when someone comes, they will sprinkle a lot of food, and some have already run to the edge of the stone trough to put pigs in food.

There is no pig food, but there is a lot of spiritual rain!

Jiang Xiaoye thought about it and immediately started to rain.

"The heaven and earth are so beautiful, listen to my intentions, turn clouds and rain to bring blessings to the whole place!"

Little cloth rain technique!

The light rain fell all over the sky, and the piglets squeezing around raised their heads. After the spirit rain fell on them, it would automatically seep into the body and be absorbed.

The Wild Boar King also came, standing there bathing in the spiritual rain.

More and more piglets gathered.

A few minutes later, Jiang Xiaoye took the spirit rain, then waved his hand, and several long golden thatched grasses were cut off and flew into the sky.

"Bang!"

A purple fire appeared, and the piglets dispersed, and the aura emitted by the flame made them feel scared.
Chapter completed!