Chapter 232 (1/2)

It's very simple and very strange. There was a bunch of animal hair on a jade tube with thick fingers. No one knew what it was.

Of course, they don't know it's a brush, because there is no brush in the world.

”It's called a brush. It's something I write and paint. I'd like to present it to Lord Qin as a gift for his 50th birthday party.” Yang Dingtian said respectfully.

All of a sudden, the crowd almost snickered, and even Qin wanqiu could not help sipping his lips.

The gifts of all the people present were extremely valuable, but Shen Lang (Yang Ding Tian) only gave a so-called writing brush, which was extremely shabby. The value of this thing is not more than half a silver coin at best. It's very shabby.

Seeing his lover touch for a long time, he even touch out such a shabby gift, Qin Meng centrifugal love and resentment: ”a real fool.”

Then, Qin Mengli said: ”Shen Lang, your gift is too shabby, and no one knows how to use your so-called brush. If you don't show it, let everyone see what use your brush is.”

Qin Mengli knows that his lover is brilliant, so he wants Yang Dingtian to show it.

”Oh, yes!” Yang Dingtian Dao.

Then he said to the servant in the hall, ”I need a piece of white paper.”

Suddenly, the servant looked at Qin wanqiu.

”Give it to him.” Qin wanqiu said.

”Yes.” The servant went out respectfully. About a minute later, he brought a piece of white paper about one square meter in size.

Yang Dingtian took the white paper and spread it on the ground. Then he took a pot of wine and polished it with wine.

Of course, he made the ink by himself. Fortunately, it's not difficult.

After grinding the ink, Yang Dingtian took a deep breath.

The most critical moment of performance this evening is coming. It depends on this time whether Qin wanqiu can get another general map of heaven and earth level XuanHuo in his hand.

Stick the brush in the ink and eat enough, then Yang Dingtian starts to draw on the white paper.

Suddenly, there was silence in the room, and everyone's eyes looked at the white paper in front of Yang Dingtian, as well as the brush in his hand.

Brush gently a lift, the picture of an irregular curve.

Everyone was slightly surprised. What the hell is this?

Next, Yang Dingtian's painting speed is very fast.

One horizontal, one vertical, one bend, one fold.

A few dozens of strokes!

Everyone can see that this is about the grassland scenery.

Yangdingtian's ink painting focuses on the spirit rather than the form. Although only a few dozens of pen, but the empty grassland suddenly appeared on the paper.

Although the picture is not very realistic, but the kind of distant, the kind of broad, the kind of feelings, people can see at a glance that this is the grassland.

This is the charm of ink painting.

There are painters in this world, but everyone pursues realism. Everything is for the sake of martial arts. It has little to do with art. Although the attainments of yangdingtian ink painting are not high, they are enough to conquer anyone in this desert of art.

After painting a general view of the grassland.

Yang Dingtian and a few strokes, draw the wind blowing strong grass.

Then, with a few strokes, he drew a few horses, a few cows and a few sheep.

Of course, it's the world's horses, cows and sheep.

At last, Yang Dingtian drew a few strokes of distant mountains, sun and moon.

Finally, Yang Dingtian inscribed in the blank, and wrote in the words of this world:

East from Sichuan, Mangshan.

The sky is like a dome, covering four fields.

The sky is vast and the wild is vast.

When the wind blows, the grass is low.

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After writing, someone suddenly tut tut.

There is no poetry as an art in this world. Almost everything in this world is for the service of martial arts.

After the poem was finished, all the people on the scene were amazed. They just thought it was good, but they didn't know what was good. But from the bottom of their hearts, they thought it was very, very amazing.