Chapter 117 Xiahu Snow Pine

yes!

so what?

Everyone looked at Ding Zhan. Yu Mengyao, a talented woman, was also a little puzzled. She didn't know what medicine this man sold. However, looking at Ding Zhan's faint melancholy appearance, the little beauty Shu Tong Yuke, who knew Ding Zhan a little, couldn't help but nod: I believe this man.

"here. "

Ding Zhan reached out and pointed to one-third of the left side of the scroll. The place in the scroll was on the shore of Xiayu Lake. Two green pine trees were planted, standing proudly among the flying snowflakes.

"Old tutor, can you make the two green pine trees stand out? Be arrogant, taller, and more conspicuous?"

Everyone was speechless at first. What is this? It sounds like it is not about writing poems for the picture, but about guiding Mr. Meng to paint. He was so arrogant and bold that he actually wanted to make Mr. Meng modify the picture.

What if the change is not good?

Do you know how to draw better than Mrs. Meng?

Mrs. Meng was also stunned. The young man exceeded his expectations. Instead of writing a poem, he gave instructions to the picture. However, Ding Zhan was really confident in his cold and melancholy appearance. Mrs. Meng couldn't help but have a temper: OK, let's see what you are going to mess with.

"Swish swish swish swish swish."

The green pine on the lake shore quickly became much taller. The original painting of gorgeous, prosperous, joyful and auspicious snow suddenly became more arrogant and green, which made the prosperous picture more character: like the erect and arrogance of the green pine.

"Um?"

Old Mrs. Meng was stunned. She didn't expect that she would feel this way. However, the whole picture was a tourist after all. The flying snow and the prosperous snow city of Daxia City did not feel much about such outstandingness, but instead felt a bit inappropriate.

Ding Zhan shook his head: Old Master Meng obviously did not understand his meaning, and the modified Qingsong land was not strong enough, so it looked a bit out of place.

Ding Zhan said lightly: "Tao Fu. I wonder how this poem is like?"

Heavy snow presses against green pine,

The green pine is straight and straight,

To know that pine and purity are noble,

Wait until the snow melts.

Ding Zhan sang the green pine, which had nothing to do with the whole picture of the flying snow lake, the tourists and the joyful auspicious snow, but a short and simple poem.

What?

Everyone was stunned.

But I quickly recalled it and murmured: "The heavy snow pressed against the green pine. The green pine was straight and straight. If you want to know that the pine was noble and clean, wait until the snow melted."

Good poem!

Everyone was amazed, but the one who was most surprised was Mrs. Meng, a great scholar who was proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting in the wild continent, quickly reacted, looking at the arrogant green song, and listening to Ding Zhan's poems.

"The heavy snow presses against the green pine. The green pine is straight and straight. If you want to know that the pine is noble and clean, wait until the snow melts."

Old Master Meng repeated the sentence, and the scroll in front of him suddenly changed tremendously, and he finally reacted. He said in amazement: "What a poem! Good painting!"

Inspiration suddenly burst out!

Without further ado, the brush in the hand of Mrs. Meng waving the brush in her hand, Ding Zhan's poem was first written in the upper right corner. Mrs. Meng looked at the green pine that had just been revised. She picked up the pen and modified it. The green pine on the lakeside was even more arrogant and tall, and was highlighted in the snow, on the shore of the lake, and in the prosperous city.

Lived!

Everyone was surprised to see that the green pines and noble character of Ling Ao led to the Feixue Lake, the tourists and the prosperous high buildings of Ruixue. The whole scroll added a deep feeling of Ling Ao and proud standing, especially the tourists and the prosperous high buildings of Ruixue, which seemed to be given life, emotion and character.

As noble as green pine, prosperous and vibrant.

It is clearly singing the green pine. The scroll is expressing the green pine, but the snow-capped tourists in the scroll, the prosperity of the tall buildings suddenly contains more surging, joy and endless feeling than the green pine, as if the entire Daxia City contains vitality and Peng Bo's character in the heavy snow.

It's God!

As Ding Zhan said just now, if you write a poem that says that auspicious snow indicates a good harvest, it will only be straightforward and simple. Now, using green pine to set off the prosperous picture, it is not only elegant but also profound.

The old tutor Meng, who had finished revisioning, stared at the scroll with his pen in a daze. He exclaimed again: "What a poem! What a good painting!"

The first beauty Yu Mengyao was also surprised. She said slowly: "The green pine in the snow stands tall and upright, but the prosperous Daxia City. The tourists in the auspicious snow are more proud and full of vitality, just like the green pine in the snow, and they are more passionate and prosperous after the snow."

To Ding Zhan, "Brother Zhan, the green pine in the snow not only adds the finishing touch, but also makes the whole scroll full of nobleness and proud spirituality, giving the whole scroll its own personality and passion, making people think of it. I don't know if it's green pine or Ruixue and tourists."

"Yes!" Old Mrs. Meng also looked at Ding Zhan: "Little brother, I showed a happy atmosphere with tall buildings and tourists, like whining without any illness, being simple and ignorant. You used the theme of green pine, not only showed joy, auspicious snow and prosperity, but also showed the prosperity of Daxia city and the character of Daxia residents."

He exclaimed: "This spirit, this emotion, and this vision are apart from one hundred and eight thousand miles!"

Everyone was uproaring, which made Old Master Meng admire. Ding Zhan in front of him was definitely the first person in the entire wilderness continent. Everyone was convinced and amazed. Zhao Zhensheng, Fang Huaishan, Li Zhengui and Wei Gaotian's faces were already as pale at this time, and they were so awkward and distorted that they could not watch.

"Little brother, please ask for your name."

Ding Zhan said lightly: "I dare not, Iron Battle."

Of course, the old tutor Meng would not know Tie Zhan, and Ding Zhan was rarely humble, and then said: "The old tutor is too humble. In the heart of the old tutor, the city and residents of Daxia City. In Xia's eyes, it is just the green pine by the lake. Xia dare not compare with the old tutor Meng."

"Hahaha....."

Old Mrs. Meng laughed for a while: "Young man, you are so good at speaking."

"Iron Battle, Iron Battle." murmured: "Are you a child of the Tie family?"

"Yes! My father is Tieshengshan, Tiejia."

"There are successors to the Tie family!" Old Master Meng sighed and picked up his pen to finish the scroll. First, he fell on the name of Iron Zhan behind the poem, because this poem was titled by Iron Zhan.

Ding Zhan feels wronged: Oh! We are Ding Zhan, not Iron Zhan, but unfortunately we cannot modify it.

Summer Lake Cedar!

Old Master Meng wrote the name of this costume painting, and then in the lower right corner, he wrote three big characters: Meng Qiusheng.

Looking at the signature, everyone was envious, and Zhao Zhensheng became even more jealous.

It was the signature of Mr. Meng. Mr. Meng was flying with true energy. The brushwork of "Xia Lake Cedar" was dry. This "Xia Lake Cedar" was completely completed. Mr. Meng looked at it again. The green pine in the scroll became more arrogant and extraordinary, making the whole scroll full of personality and profound meaning.

like!

After reading it several times, I rolled it up and handed it over to Ding Zhan, and said reluctantly: "Little brother, if it weren't for the words before, I would really be reluctant to give you this "Xia Lake Cedar"."

He actually called Ding Zhan the little brother.

Everyone was amazed and admired again, and the eyes of the rich ladies became even more intense. As for Zhao Zhensheng and the other four, they were bitter, sweet and sour in their hearts, and they didn't know what to say. They had been jealous of Tie Zhan for a while, and cursed Zhao Zhensheng for a while: They wanted to provoke Tie Zhan, but now they were good, and they were all the best.

"Since the old tutor likes it, how dare I take away someone's love?" Ding Zhan said modestly.

Old Master Meng shook his head: "How can a gentleman repent if he says something?"

He handed it over to Ding Zhan, and of course Ding Zhan no longer refused and accepted it with a respectful look. Yu Mengyao next to him said with a smile: "Brother Zhan, are you really enviable?"

envious?

Ding Zhan was strange and didn't know what the so-called envy was.

Yu Mengyao continued: "The total number of paintings given by Mr. Meng is no more than 100 copies, and all the signatures are almost all "Meng". If you want the full name of Mr. Meng, there are only three scrolls in this world."

What?

Ding Zhan really didn't know that "Meng Qiusheng" signed by the old master Meng's tutor has so many considerations. Yu Mengyao continued: "The first picture of the scroll signed by the full name of the old master Meng is "The Dragon and the Clouds" by the God Emperor of Daxia, the second picture is "The Hundred Birds and the Phoenix" by Zhuge Zuoxiang, and the third picture is "Xia Lake Cedar" in your hand."

He said enviously: "Brother Zhan, your "Xia Lake Cedar" is a real treasure that cannot be obtained even if you have a thousand gold coins."

That's what it is!

No wonder everyone saw the signature of Mrs. Meng. There was envy and jealousy in their eyes. They had such a connection. Ding Zhan could only humbly clasp his fists and said, "The old man is loving."

"Hahaha......"

Old Mrs. Meng stroked her beard and smiled: "Since ancient times, many talented people are very young."

Zhao Zhensheng's eyes became even more jealous and vicious, and he secretly sent a message to Tie'an: "Tie'an, can the plan be implemented in a while? What is the strength of the Iron War?"

Zhao Zhensheng is not giving up yet.
Chapter completed!