Chapter 134

What is a master? Wang Yang is. Even if Wang Yang's painting skills are at most excellent students in the school, they can't stand others' fooling each other. They have a mouth that is born to be wise and have so much theoretical knowledge.

Art is the release of the spiritual world. It is a method of expressing intellectual reactions in a concrete form in the real world and other famous quotes, which directly elevate oneself to the identity of an art theory master.

At least Gao Qiu and Zhao Ji were both confused. Yes, although they heard it slightest, they had to admit that what Wang Yang said seemed to be very reasonable. Moreover, Wang Yang was also very good at quoting and citing. Not only did he explain the art of painting in detail, but he also had unique insights into calligraphy and architectural art.

After being fooled by Wang Yang for more than half an hour, Zhao Ji and Wang Yang's feelings were no longer as competitive as before. The more he listened to his words, Zhao Ji felt that Wang Yang's image became more and more tall and majestic, and it was simply a beacon to the palace of art.

It was like an elder in front of his confused artistic path, who was a mentor, or before, Zhao Ji just felt that Wang Yang's ability was of a height and a difference between him, but it was not too far, so he was determined to win.

But after being fooled by Wang Yang, he was already deeply desperate, or like a little kid with a blind hanging on it, he was about to find a friend to pick a small wooden knife, but he saw that his companion, who originally thought he was almost as good as he spit, was not as he had imagined.

It was like seeing a tall and majestic adult scribing a battle axe and slashing the ground, so he licked it directly.

Zhao Ji's eyes were no longer just the passion of meeting his confidant or opponent before, but a kind of awe and humility that he admired. After hearing Wang Yang's long speech, he was a scholarly explanation of the artistic nature.

Zhao Ji stood up, bowed deeply to Wang Yang very respectfully, and replied gratefully. "When Zhao was studying in the past, he saw this sentence, which was better than reading for ten years. He originally thought it was just an exaggerated word from scholars. But today, after listening to your words from Mr. Wushan, I realized that this words were not false..."

Wang Yang, who had been quarreling for most of the day, did not expect that Zhao Ji was fooled like this by himself. He was really caught off guard and quickly stepped forward and helped Zhao Ji up. "I can't afford this. Mr. Zhao quickly ask him."

"No, Mr. Wushan, you really deserve it. Zhao has loved chess, calligraphy and painting since he was a child. He is quite talented in calligraphy and painting. Although he has studied many famous teachers, these teachers..." Zhao Ji sighed very much.

In other words, the teachers he visited in the past were indeed very good at moving, and they were all famous artists, but the problem is that an excellent artist does not mean that he is a good teacher.

Especially those old artists have unique noble style. When they are in a good mood, they can still give you some advice. When they are in a bad mood, at most, they can raise their eyelids, shake their heads when they see something inadequate, and bite their heads when they see something good, and don’t say anything at all. How can this allow people to learn from failed works?

This made Zhao Ji, who was determined to become the best artist in the Song Dynasty, feel very depressed. He didn't expect that after coming here today, he would actually meet the master Wang Yang. His explanation of painting art alone was like a current that passed through Zhao Ji's body and mind.

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Liu Yiyi twisted her slim waist and walked into Wang Yang's room, and couldn't help but mutter with some complaint. "Who is that guy? Why did she stay with you for several hours before leaving?"

After dealing with it for almost two hours, Zhao Ji, who looked reluctant and wanted to stay for dinner, and Mr. Wang, who was sent away by Gao Qiu, collapsed on the couch and said weakly. "That guy's surname is Zhao, and I don't know if he is a royal relative. The distinguished guest of our Yihonglou is the Gao Master who likes Aunt Liu very much. His attitude towards him is very respectful..."

Liu Yiyi couldn't help but chuckled, "Oh, I really didn't expect that you could chat with that kind of person for several hours."

As Wang Yang's loyal maid, Li Shishi couldn't help but curl her lips to defend Wang Yang, the owner who seemed paralyzed in bed. "Sister Yiyi, it's not that young master Gao, who is chatting with my master, but the younger and more noble Master Zhao, who looks like he is more noble. Moreover, that young master Zhao has been scared by the talent of my master and almost bowed to him."

Li Shishi talked with great enthusiasm about how Wang Yangfang was impressed by his extraordinary sketch. After hearing this, Liu Yiyi couldn't help but be surprised. "Brother Wang family, do you still know how to draw?"

"Yes, my master's paintings are amazing, and he can paint exactly the same as a real person." Li Shishi seemed to be gesturing there in order to prove his statement.

After seeing the few drawings that Li Shishi took out by Wang Yang, Liu Yiyi was in a very complicated mood. She raised her head and looked at Wang Yang who was still lying on the couch in a state of being straightened.

"I said, Brother Wang, why are you so strange about your amnesia? You have no effect on your talent."

"Who said it had no effect?" Wang Yang sat up lazily. "I am not only good at these, but it's a pity that those I am good at are really useless here."

"It's true or false. What's the one you are good at but have no place to use your skills here? You'd say that I might be able to find a way for you to have a place to use your skills." Liu Yiyi put the two drawings down and threw a bundle of autumn spinach towards Wang Yang, saying charmingly.

"Can you make an Internet for me?" Wang Yang said angrily. Liu Yiyi was stunned for a moment, then raised her slender hand and pounded Wang Yang's shoulder. "I've been making a fuss all day long and talking nonsense. Do you want my aunt to spit a spider web for you to play with?"

As expected, she is a female fairy who has achieved enlightenment by practicing Pansidong. I just don’t know where this charming female fairy can spit silk? Could it be that she vomits from her belly button just like the ones performed on TV?

"Hey, what do you want to do? What are you looking at with a vengeful look on your face?" Liu Yiyi, who was so soft that she couldn't help but look at the hooligan.

"I just want to know where you are going to spit out spider silk to weave a web." Wang Yang sat upright very seriously, and said with no blushing face or heartbeat.

"Huh?" Liu Yiyi raised her eyebrows and looked at this guy with a bad look. But Old Driver Wang continued to say without realizing it.

"Generally speaking, spider spirits will use their belly button to spit silk. Oh, you woman, why do you poke my belly button?..." Before Wang Yang finished speaking, he felt that his belly button was hit by a yang finger, and the vital point was critically hit, and there were additional damage, which cost one percent of the blood every second.
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