Xiaohe Mountain has been on the ground countless times. Every time I go up the mountain, Zhong Yue has a different harvest. Fish play in the water in the mountain stream, and the greenness is thick. Zhong Yue travels in the mountains and water for more than a day before returning to Yashu and entering the brushwork system.

The nine powers of gods and man can never be tired of watching them.

Now that the nine forces are eight, Zhong Yue can never see the mystery before he entered that stroke.

After passing away, Zhong Yue took back his mind and was content and always happy. He got eight of the remaining money. Zhong Yue did not force the rest. He was going to talk to Wang Ximeng.

Entering the system of fine brushwork landscapes, the scene has become the blue and blue fine brushwork landscapes. The two of them stood on the small boat and were on the rafting river.

"Hello, Brother Zhong."

"Hello, hello. Brother Wang, I want to ask you something."

Wang Ximeng stood at the head of the boat, "If Brother Zhong wants to ask the painter for advice, I don't think there is any need to say more."

Zhong Yue was rejected, so he could only smile embarrassedly.

"The blue mountains and rivers are really good. I wonder what kind of mood Brother Wang was when he created this map of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers?"

Wang Ximeng stood calmly at the head of the boat, "I don't know."

Looking at Wang Ximeng's appearance of her sleeves, Zhong Yue said, "Brother Wang is really calm."

Wang Ximeng took a deep breath and looked at the mountains and rivers, "Brother Zhong, what is the end of the way of calligraphy and painting?"

Jin Nong and Wen Zhengming are like people who have seen the ups and downs of the world, and their contemplation and resentment towards the world between the lines. However, Wang Ximeng is not. He is still young, eighteen years old, neither old nor young. At this age, similar to Zhong Yue, he is at the age of striving for progress and in his prime.

"Is the end point important? The scenery and pen along the way are what we want to experience."

Wang Ximeng turned around and looked at Zhong Yue with a smile, "Yes, Brother Zhong, you've spoken so well."

As the boat turned a bend, Zhong Yue raised his eyebrows.

Xiaohe Mountain has beautiful scenery and the fields are like a slightest. Above the boats, there are small tables.

"Brother Zhong, what are you waiting for?"

Zhong Yue glanced at the white silk on the small table and took a deep breath, "Silver?"

Chinese ink painting usually has two forms, namely silk and paper. Ancient painters often use ink and water to express their temperament. The panoramic landscapes are magnificent and vast, and need to be carefully created. In order to show their importance to paintings, they often use more expensive silk to paint.

Wang Ximeng smiled and said, "Brother Zhong should be more confident."

"In our time, silk was not necessarily more expensive than paper."

Wang Ximeng showed surprise, "Oh? That's a great prosperous era. People should be able to afford silk. It's such a happy era."

Zhong Yue smiled but said nothing. The times are developing, and people's pursuits are naturally changing. Eating rice and wearing clothes is the most basic life requirement. Who will feel happy?

He lifted the pen and it was a small hair to draw the base map.

Zhong Yue picked up his pen and painted.

The nine powers of gods and man are taken from the world. Calligraphy is a reduction of the world and mountains and rivers. The inheritance of Chinese characters is orderly, and it is gradually simplified from the initial pictograms. At the beginning, it is actually a painting.

Calligraphy and painting never leave home.

Therefore, the nine powers of gods and man are also applicable in the painting, not only applicable, but also reflect the clues.

Xiaohe Mountain is not as majestic, but it is delicate.

The mountain is not high, but it is famous for its immortality. Zhong Yue has too much emotional support for this mountain that he has been with since childhood. The green mountains are like the embrace of his mother. The peach forests, bamboo forests, and fields on the mountain are all gifts from nature, and many villagers rely on the mountains to eat the mountains.

The boat was moving, and the mountains in his eyes also moved, but this did not affect Zhong Yue's painting. Wang Ximeng stood beside him, smiling like a flower, and took a sip of the wine in the jade pot.

Thrilling pen.

The pen is agile.

Zhong Yue’s brushwork is taken from a god and man. There is no obstruction in using the brush. It seems that wherever the brush is, it will be natural. If a master of Chinese painting stands by his side, he will definitely be amazed!

This is no longer a skill that ordinary people can achieve.

The base map has been outlined. Zhong Yue did not draw a huge size, so it didn't take long. In about an hour, the mountain streams, fields and farmhouses were vividly displayed on the paper.

The next thing is to color it.

In terms of color use, Zhong Yue inherited Wang Ximeng's bold style. The blue color is matched with the bright yellow of sunflowers on the ridges. Three colors with great visual impact occupy most of the space.

Zhong Yue wrote the poem about youth while leaving blank space.

Youth should be positive, just like Zhong Yue’s use of colors on this painting, it should be rich in ink and colorful.

"Brother Wang, you have painted it."

"Well, let's take a look." Wang Ximeng stood aside, "Brother Zhong's pen is above me."

"Brother Wang has been awarded."

"Good is good, Brother Zhong doesn't have to be modest. This mountain landscape allows me to see its beauty. If the teacher sees it, he will definitely praise Brother Zhong's great writing style."

Zhong Yue smiled happily.

He withdrew from the brushwork system and stretched his body. He was particularly tired in the system today. It seemed that he had not been so tired before. It should be that he had been in it for a long time and was in a bad state.

Zhong Yue walked to the desk and was about to practice small calligraphy again. However, after seeing his masterpiece on the table, he wiped his eyes several times.

"this……"

I saw a ghost. Did you draw in reality when you were drawing in the system just now?

He lowered his head and looked at the paper. It was indeed a silk paper. It should not be what he thought, because there was no such silk paper in his home.

"After the host novice task is completed, it can be filmed in the system and painted with famous artists. The works can be transmitted to real scenes."

Zhong Yue's heart trembled, there is such an operation!

Doesn’t this mean that these works of calligraphy and painting can be taken out at will?

"The system reminds you that you can only communicate or give guidance to famous artists. Famous artists can create works, and they cannot be moved to reality."

Well, it seems that he was thinking too much. After hearing the system's prompt, Zhong Yue also felt a little excited. However, it is already a rare opportunity to create with the guidance of these calligraphy and painting masters. Who has the strength of his "background" in today's society?

etc.

Zhong Yue suddenly thought, what? The novice task has been completed?

He hurried into the system to check the taskbar.

There must be at least four novice tasks for pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Give him more calligraphy and painting to communicate. Why are there no novice tasks?

In addition to the primary pen making and ink refining, at least two more are given to him.

Zhong Yue glanced at it and the novice taskbar in the taskbar had disappeared.

Why is this so...

The system prompt sounded again: the production of pen, ink, paper and inkstone only provides brushwork for the host. Because the host accidentally obtained nine postures of gods and humans, the brushwork was slightly successful, which exceeded the strength of a novice, so the system recycled novice tasks.
Chapter completed!