"The magical art of painting all things, combined with this thing, should be able to reach a more magical level."

Jiang Xiaoye waved his hand and rolled up the golden thatch painting paper, and his figure flashed and disappeared from the spot.

A map of mountains and rivers?

If you want to be shocked, it is not enough to rely on these thousands of miles of mountains and rivers. You need to add something!

There were constant laughter in the firecrackers in Yushan Village. On the way Jiang Xiaoye came, he saw Xiao Hei smelling his nose and smelling the delicious dishes made by each household in the village. He turned his head to consider which one to eat.

Nowadays, Xiao Hei has no problem eating Baijiaju. Jiang Xiaoye raises animals better than the other.

Xiao Hui, who brought the dog ring and bell, looked much gentler. When he saw Jiang Xiaoye's eyes turned gardening, he wagged his tail honestly and followed, and the "ding-ding-ding-ding" sounded.

"Wang!"

Xiao Hei rushed to the village suddenly, not sure if he smelled someone's home had something it liked to eat.

"Go!"

Jiang Xiaoye smiled and patted Xiaohui's big head.

Xiao Hui pushed Jiang Xiaoye and chased Xiaohei with the sound of bells.

The villa at home is too big and there are many rooms, so it is a headache to post couplets. Taotao and Erniu were playing outside with candy, Li Lan, Chu Shiyuan, and grandpa were also posting couplets.

Jiang Yunshan is entertaining guests.

"Xiao Ye has loved painting since he was a child, but I didn't expect that he has such a high talent. He writes and writes. He writes the couplets every year. However, the ones he wrote before seemed much neat than now. Now, it's like flying on the grass. If you write carefully, you will definitely be better!"

Jiang Yunshan is bragging. Jiang Xiaoye, who has returned, has no idea when he likes to draw. This hobby is only available after college. As for writing, he is forced to write every year. Who would like to write couplets without any trouble?

"Who did you learn the words?"

Mr. Mei just wanted to know who he could teach such a disciple. He knew all the masters of calligraphy, but he was not that powerful.

Hasn’t it been long since the entire calligraphy world taught such a disciple?

There are successors that are something that older people prefer to brag about.

"Who did you learn it?" Jiang Yunshan thought for a while and said, "I don't know this. Didn't you learn calligraphy in elementary school? I didn't hear that he was studying in college. I only knew that he had been learning painting for a while, and he was thinking about the calligraphy by himself. By the way, Mr. Mei, look at the word "my son"?

Jiang Yunshan picked up the word "Fu" and asked Mr. Mei.

"Of course it's good handwriting! When I was in elementary school, I was thinking about it. How could this be possible?" There is no calligraphy teacher?

Yes, how could there be calligraphy in this place?

"I painted the word "I suddenly learned it. I haven't learned it much. It must be because I learned ink painting from me. Let's go out to draw, but I can't let this painting go in this room."

Jiang Xiaoye came, took the golden thatch painting paper, and handed it to President Qian by the way.

President Qian felt his hand sinking, and at the same time he found the thing hot, he said in surprise: "What is this?"

"Golden thatch painting paper, this is a special paper, which is tougher than cowhide. Let's go out and draw." Jiang Xiaoye signaled outside, then went upstairs and came down with some ink painting supplies.

"Master Jiang, the best ink pen and inkstone have been prepared in the car, we will prepare it for you!"

Bai Xingchen was happy and went out immediately.

"Okay!" Jiang Xiaoye put down his things.

Ye Feng was rubbing the golden thatch drawing paper with President Qian, and he had no idea what it was.

"Golden thatch painting paper? It's tougher than cowhide?"

"A little heavy, it seems a bit long!"

It was a bit long. After going out, I chose to stick it on the wall. The yard of the house was big and half of the wall was almost covered.

"Is this a painting? This twelve-meter painting? Is this too exaggerated, right?" The whole golden thatch painting paper was unfolded, which immediately surprised everyone.

President Qian looked at Jiang Xiaoye and said, "Mr. Jiang, have you doubled your size?"

Is this too big?

"It's too small and not enough momentum, right?" Jiang Xiaoye understood the ink splash of the mountain god most thoroughly. Since he broke the shackles and entered the cage, he has become more proficient in the magical art of painting all things.

"Yes, ink painting, Master Jiang, how long will it take to draw it? At the latest, we will have to rush back at noon tomorrow."

Bai Xingchen originally thought Jiang Xiaoye would draw a smaller one, but who knew that he had doubled the previous one!

"It's two o'clock now, before five o'clock, it probably takes two and a half hours, after all, it's a bit big."

Jiang Xiaoye brushed his hand over the golden thatch painting paper, and the painting paper was immediately pressed tightly on the flat wall, and for a moment, it seemed to be absorbed on it.

"Two and a half hours?"

"Two and a half?"

"this……"

No one cared about the magic of this golden thatch paper, but was frightened by Jiang Xiaoye's words and finished painting in two and a half hours?

"If you only talk about landscape painting, two hours will be enough, but there is no shocking power in landscape painting."

Jiang Xiaoye looked at the ink and brush pens and was about to start.

There are many ways to paint ink paintings, and Jiang Xiaoye picked up a plate of ink.

"Master Jiang, can I record the video?"

Qiu Yu quickly asked, you should know that when Jiang Xiaoye was painting, he never cared about this. He just wanted to do whatever he wanted and I would draw mine.

"Yes!" Jiang Xiaoye nodded.

"Xiao Ye, are you good at this? Draw seriously!" Even though he knew that his son was good at painting and did not understand, Jiang Yunshan still felt that it seemed very difficult for his son to do something shocking.

Jiang Yunshan couldn't help but remind him.

"I know, it's very simple. You guys quickly put the couplet on it."

With the magical art of painting all things in hand, Jiang Xiaoye was very swelling.

"Don't worry!" Jiang Yunshan wanted to see his son show his power. Old Mei came to ask for painting. There is also the president of the China Calligraphy and Painting Association. How powerful is his son now?

Qiu Yu is here and starts recording.

Jiang Xiaoye shook his hand, and the ink in the plate suddenly flew up, and at the same time, he waved his hand and splashed ink!

A piece of ink suddenly appeared in the middle area. What’s strange is that the shapes are like mountains and rivers. Jiang Xiaoye’s pen is like a dragon and a snake, quickly changing the shape details of these inks!

"So fast!"

Mr. Mei was surprised when he saw Jiang Xiaoye painting for the first time. He had seen too many masters and even masters painting. How could he have such speed?

Mountains are connected with mountains and forests, and a red sun rises slowly in the central area!

"Our son has this ability?" Li Lan and Chu Shiyuan also came. Seeing Jiang Xiaoye painting, he was stunned.

"Is this our son?"

Jiang Yunshan couldn't help but mutter, two college scumbags have created a mutation?

Too fast!
Chapter completed!