Chapter 100 (1/2)

Chapter 100: Chapter 100, painting of the mountain and water fairy crane

“This painting! Oh My God! It’s too artistic!”

“I don’t know much about art, but I feel that this painting is really awesome.”

“This is the charm of traditional Chinese paintings. Just looking at it makes me feel happy.”

“Abbey Dean Ning is really too awesome.”

“I really suspect that the streamer is here to cultivate immortality.”

“It’s a little exaggerated.”

The netizens were extremely excited.

The standard of this painting was quite high.

The first netizen who said that he had studied for nine years suddenly had an idea. He took a screenshot of Ning Fei’s painting and sent it to his teacher.

The art student asked casually, “Teacher, what do you think of this painting?”

Not long after, he received a reply from his teacher, Zhao Qi. “Which master’s masterpiece is this? Is it a new work? The artistic conception is very high. The level and depth of the brush and ink are just right. This person definitely has quite a high level of attainments in Chinese painting.”

Seeing this reply, the art student was stunned for a moment.

One had to know that his teacher, Zhao Qi, was a very authoritative expert in traditional Chinese painting. He also had a place in China’s traditional Chinese painting field. He had real abilities, and he was definitely not comparable to those “Masters”who were sanctimonious.

Zhao Qi’s evaluation of Ning Fei was actually so high?

The art student replied, “Teacher, this was painted by a live streamer.”

“Live streamer? Really? Are You joking with me?”Zhao Qi said in surprise.

Of course, Zhao Qi did not believe it. One had to know that Chinese painting was not something that could be accomplished in just two years.

Chinese painting emphasized on artistic conception. It emphasized on freehand brushwork. One had to have a deep understanding of beauty, rhythm, and art in order to be able to draw it.

Just like what Li Lianjie had said, “How are you going to block my punch for 20 years?”

It was the same with traditional Chinese painting. The more complicated it was, the simpler it was. The simpler it was, the harder it would be to express it.

Not long after, the art student sent over the live broadcast video of Ning Fei.

Zhao Qi looked at the video. Ning Fei took out his brush and ink and drew the picture of the White Crane with ease. He fell into a deep silence.

This person looked to be in his twenties.

He had already reached such a level?

The strength, strength, and posture of the brush were impeccable.

Zhao Qi was proficient in Chinese painting, so he could naturally see that Ning Fei was a truly capable person.

After that, Zhao Qi specifically looked up Ning Fei’s information. The more he looked up, the more surprised he was with Ning Fei.

“I didn’t expect such a master to be hidden in the mountains.”Zhao Qi looked at Ning Fei’s painting. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it. He praised Ning Fei in his heart.

“If only I had such a disciple.”

“But with my current level, I’m afraid I’m not qualified to be his teacher.”

After Ning Fei finished painting and dried it, he began to stick the oil paper on the skeleton. It was a very delicate job.

At this time, the fragrance of food came from the front yard.

It was Jiang Xue who started to cook again.

When Ning Fei was alone in the Taoist temple, his eating time was not very regular. If there were not many things to do, it would be fine. But if there was something on hand, Ning Fei would often forget to eat and sleep. After he was done, he would go and eat casually.

Just like now.

Ning Fei smelled the fragrance of the food and smiled without a trace. Then, he continued to glue the oil paper umbrella.

“The glue must be touched evenly so that the oil paper can be better glued on.”

After Ning Fei glued all the oil paper onto the skeleton, he found a battery-type hair dryer and blew dry the glue on each skeleton.

“The last step is to brush the umbrella with cooked tung oil. Tung oil can be very waterproof.”

Ning Fei took out a brush and tung oil and gently smeared them on the umbrella.

“After the tung oil is dried, the oil-paper umbrella can be used officially.”

After brushing the tung oil, Ning Fei once again dried the tung oil.

The natural drying effect was the same as the drying effect, but this way, it could greatly reduce the production time.

When everything was settled, the oil-paper umbrella was finally completed.

Ning Fei held a brown bamboo umbrella in his hand. On the surface of the umbrella, there was a picture of a mountain and water fairy crane. The umbrella frame was made up of bamboo joints of the same color. The overall look was very beautiful.

Ning Fei tried the opening and closing effect. The oil paper was tightly attached to the umbrella frame. It was very natural and closed up perfectly.

“Not bad. It’s finally done.”

Ning Fei was very satisfied with his work.

He planned to go outside the pavilion to test the rain-proof effect of the oil paper umbrella.

When he looked outside, he realized that the rain had stopped at some point... ...

Ning Fei was holding an oil-paper umbrella. His back looked lonely for a moment. There seemed to be a black crow flying over his head with a string of ellipses.