Chapter 186
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"I see." Yan Chu said slowly.
Gongsunyi sneered: "boy, don't pretend to understand. If you don't see why you come here and say you see it, it's insulting. Don't blame the old man for driving you out!"
"To know is to know, but not to know. There is no need for younger generation to pretend to understand."
Pointing to the painting, Yan Chu said, "the old man's painting is realistic. It is a painting with green mountains and clear waters and good farmland. It should have been a painting full of vitality, but because of the lack of one thing, the painting is dead."
After listening to Qianji Yuge, he quickly reexamined gongsunyi's painting. Unexpectedly, it was like what Yan Chu said.
Gongsun Yi painted life, but he had too much immortal spirit. He didn't touch a trace of vulgarity. On the contrary, he felt a little awkward.
Gongsun Yi was silent for a few seconds, then nodded slowly and said, "your luck is not bad. You are right."
It was not so easy for the proud old man to bow his head.
"Master Yan, what should be added to this painting?" Thousand machine rain song asked.
Pointing to the house in the painting, Yan Chu said with a smile, "it's very simple - cooking smoke."
"Cooking smoke?"
Thousand machine rain song is still in a daze, but Gongsun Yi's eyes light up.
He quickly picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and then added a few strokes to the painting.
I saw smoke curling from the kitchen above the house in the painting. Although the surrounding green mountains and green waters are beautiful like fairyland, but because of these wisps of smoke, the whole painting is harmonious. Gongsunyi's painting is not a fairyland, but a paradise full of fireworks.
"Really A lot of harmony Thousand machine rain song surprised way.
She couldn't help but look at Yan Chu more. She didn't expect that this opening was an unreliable leader who really knew how to paint.
Gongsun Yi also looked up to Yan Chu a little.
But he still did not have a good face to Yan Chu: "do you really know how to paint?"
"A little bit." Yan Chu showed his modesty.
"If you want to know how to make a painting, you must first understand how to evaluate it," Gongsun Yi said. "How about my painting?"
Qianji Yuge's face softened a lot. Gongsunyi's ability to let Yan Chu comment on the paintings shows that he has already recognized at least half of Yan Chu's paintings.
Otherwise, if anyone would dare to comment on gongsunyi's paintings, it would be strange if gongsunyi didn't cut him off.
Next, as long as Yan Chu can praise gongsunyi, then things will be easy to do.
However, Yan Chu said decisively, "garbage."
"What are you talking about?"
Gongsun Yi's eyes were almost staring out of his eyes, and his beard on his chin was even more cocked. He wanted to immediately roll up his sleeves and fight with Yan Chu.
Thousand machine rain song is also very anxious, hurry to Yan Chu make eye color.
Only Li Fugui behind Yan Chu seemed very calm.
According to his understanding of headmaster Yan, Yan Chu's so-called "know a little bit" means "I'm a damn super force".
Therefore, Li Fugui was completely relieved of Yan Chu and did not worry that Yan Chu would overturn.
"Son of a bitch, do you say that again?" Gongsun Yi said angrily.
Yan Chuqing cleared his throat and said seriously, "garbage is Ugly, ugly, greedy. I want to throw up when I see it. I want to step on my feet when I'm finished... "
Gongsun Yi retreated step by step. He could not help but cover his heart. His face turned green with anger.
"Yan Chu, shut up
Qianji Yuge's face changed. He quickly stepped forward and helped gongsunyi.
Gongsunyi covered his heart and pointed to Yan Chu's hand, shaking gently: "Stinky boy, I've lived for thousands of years, and I've never been humiliated like this. Are you sincere in looking for death?"
Yan Chu spread out his hands innocently: "it's the old man who asked me to comment on the paintings. Do you have to say good words when commenting on paintings? If the old man hears all the good words, how can he improve?"
"Let you judge the painting well, not to humiliate me!"
"But you always paint rubbish."
“…… I'm also angry! "
Gongsun Yi is in good health, but at this time he is almost out of heart disease by Yan Chu.
If he hadn't been willing to leave like this, I'm afraid he had just kicked his legs and drove the crane to the West.
"Grandfather Gongsun, don't be angry!" "Yan Chu, can't you speak well?" he said to Yan Chu
Qianji Yuge was in such a hurry that he didn't even call Yan Chu the leader of Yan, but called his real name directly.
Yan Chu sighed and said helplessly:
"but in my eyes, the old man's painting is not good."
"You can do it, you go on!" Gongsun Yi angrily said, "if you draw better than me, I'll call your grandfather!"
Qianji Yuge quickly blocked the way: "grandfather Gongsun, this must not be!"
"Do you think I'm going to lose?" Gongsun Yi was even more angry, "if I lose to this boy, what can I do if I call him grandfather?"Thousands of rain songs a helpless.
She knew that Yan Chu was not an ordinary person and could not stimulate gongsunyi for no reason.
Maybe Yan Chu is really a master painter?
What about gongsunyi?
When you are old, you have to call someone else's grandfather. Isn't your old face lost?
"Stop singing, rain!"
Gongsun Yi put the pen in his hand directly into Yan Chu's hand: "the pen is for you, you can draw it!"
Yan Chu took the pen and tried to make a comparison.
He had never learned brush writing in his last life, so he couldn't use it at all.
Seeing Yan Chu's unfamiliar appearance, Gongsun Yi couldn't help but sneer: "ignorant child, I'm afraid I haven't even grasped the pen, and I don't know a few big characters!"
"Don't worry, old man."
Yan Chu smiles and spreads the paper on the table again.
He held the pen and thought for a while.
If you want him to live in China for 5000 years, there are so many famous artists. You just have to pick one or two pieces of masterpieces and copy them directly on the paper.
Isn't it easy to kill gongsunyi in seconds?
At the thought that he would have another grandson more than 1000 years old, Yan Chu felt strong.
"Stinky boy, you can't draw if you don't write quickly?" Gongsun Yi urged.
"Don't worry, old man. I'll draw it now."
Yan Chu had a plan in mind and wrote in silence.
Pencil
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pencil
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"I see." Yan Chu said slowly.
Gongsunyi sneered: "boy, don't pretend to understand. If you don't see why you come here and say you see it, it's insulting. Don't blame the old man for driving you out!"
"To know is to know, but not to know. There is no need for younger generation to pretend to understand."
Pointing to the painting, Yan Chu said, "the old man's painting is realistic. It is a painting with green mountains and clear waters and good farmland. It should have been a painting full of vitality, but because of the lack of one thing, the painting is dead."
After listening to Qianji Yuge, he quickly reexamined gongsunyi's painting. Unexpectedly, it was like what Yan Chu said.
Gongsun Yi painted life, but he had too much immortal spirit. He didn't touch a trace of vulgarity. On the contrary, he felt a little awkward.
Gongsun Yi was silent for a few seconds, then nodded slowly and said, "your luck is not bad. You are right."
It was not so easy for the proud old man to bow his head.
"Master Yan, what should be added to this painting?" Thousand machine rain song asked.
Pointing to the house in the painting, Yan Chu said with a smile, "it's very simple - cooking smoke."
"Cooking smoke?"
Thousand machine rain song is still in a daze, but Gongsun Yi's eyes light up.
He quickly picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and then added a few strokes to the painting.
I saw smoke curling from the kitchen above the house in the painting. Although the surrounding green mountains and green waters are beautiful like fairyland, but because of these wisps of smoke, the whole painting is harmonious. Gongsunyi's painting is not a fairyland, but a paradise full of fireworks.
"Really A lot of harmony Thousand machine rain song surprised way.
She couldn't help but look at Yan Chu more. She didn't expect that this opening was an unreliable leader who really knew how to paint.
Gongsun Yi also looked up to Yan Chu a little.
But he still did not have a good face to Yan Chu: "do you really know how to paint?"
"A little bit." Yan Chu showed his modesty.
"If you want to know how to make a painting, you must first understand how to evaluate it," Gongsun Yi said. "How about my painting?"
Qianji Yuge's face softened a lot. Gongsunyi's ability to let Yan Chu comment on the paintings shows that he has already recognized at least half of Yan Chu's paintings.
Otherwise, if anyone would dare to comment on gongsunyi's paintings, it would be strange if gongsunyi didn't cut him off.
Next, as long as Yan Chu can praise gongsunyi, then things will be easy to do.
However, Yan Chu said decisively, "garbage."
"What are you talking about?"
Gongsun Yi's eyes were almost staring out of his eyes, and his beard on his chin was even more cocked. He wanted to immediately roll up his sleeves and fight with Yan Chu.
Thousand machine rain song is also very anxious, hurry to Yan Chu make eye color.
Only Li Fugui behind Yan Chu seemed very calm.
According to his understanding of headmaster Yan, Yan Chu's so-called "know a little bit" means "I'm a damn super force".
Therefore, Li Fugui was completely relieved of Yan Chu and did not worry that Yan Chu would overturn.
"Son of a bitch, do you say that again?" Gongsun Yi said angrily.
Yan Chuqing cleared his throat and said seriously, "garbage is Ugly, ugly, greedy. I want to throw up when I see it. I want to step on my feet when I'm finished... "
Gongsun Yi retreated step by step. He could not help but cover his heart. His face turned green with anger.
"Yan Chu, shut up
Qianji Yuge's face changed. He quickly stepped forward and helped gongsunyi.
Gongsunyi covered his heart and pointed to Yan Chu's hand, shaking gently: "Stinky boy, I've lived for thousands of years, and I've never been humiliated like this. Are you sincere in looking for death?"
Yan Chu spread out his hands innocently: "it's the old man who asked me to comment on the paintings. Do you have to say good words when commenting on paintings? If the old man hears all the good words, how can he improve?"
"Let you judge the painting well, not to humiliate me!"
"But you always paint rubbish."
“…… I'm also angry! "
Gongsun Yi is in good health, but at this time he is almost out of heart disease by Yan Chu.
If he hadn't been willing to leave like this, I'm afraid he had just kicked his legs and drove the crane to the West.
"Grandfather Gongsun, don't be angry!" "Yan Chu, can't you speak well?" he said to Yan Chu
Qianji Yuge was in such a hurry that he didn't even call Yan Chu the leader of Yan, but called his real name directly.
Yan Chu sighed and said helplessly:
"but in my eyes, the old man's painting is not good."
"You can do it, you go on!" Gongsun Yi angrily said, "if you draw better than me, I'll call your grandfather!"
Qianji Yuge quickly blocked the way: "grandfather Gongsun, this must not be!"
"Do you think I'm going to lose?" Gongsun Yi was even more angry, "if I lose to this boy, what can I do if I call him grandfather?"Thousands of rain songs a helpless.
She knew that Yan Chu was not an ordinary person and could not stimulate gongsunyi for no reason.
Maybe Yan Chu is really a master painter?
What about gongsunyi?
When you are old, you have to call someone else's grandfather. Isn't your old face lost?
"Stop singing, rain!"
Gongsun Yi put the pen in his hand directly into Yan Chu's hand: "the pen is for you, you can draw it!"
Yan Chu took the pen and tried to make a comparison.
He had never learned brush writing in his last life, so he couldn't use it at all.
Seeing Yan Chu's unfamiliar appearance, Gongsun Yi couldn't help but sneer: "ignorant child, I'm afraid I haven't even grasped the pen, and I don't know a few big characters!"
"Don't worry, old man."
Yan Chu smiles and spreads the paper on the table again.
He held the pen and thought for a while.
If you want him to live in China for 5000 years, there are so many famous artists. You just have to pick one or two pieces of masterpieces and copy them directly on the paper.
Isn't it easy to kill gongsunyi in seconds?
At the thought that he would have another grandson more than 1000 years old, Yan Chu felt strong.
"Stinky boy, you can't draw if you don't write quickly?" Gongsun Yi urged.
"Don't worry, old man. I'll draw it now."
Yan Chu had a plan in mind and wrote in silence.
Pencil
()
pencil
"I see." Yan Chu said slowly. Gongsunyi sneered: "boy, don't pretend to understand. If you don't see why you come here and say you see it, it's insulting. Don't blame the old man for driving you out!" "To know is to know, but not to know. There is no need for younger generation to pretend to understand." Pointing to the painting, Yan Chu said, "the old man's painting is realistic. It is a painting with green mountains and clear waters and good farmland. It should have been a painting full of vitality, but because of the lack of one thing, the painting is dead." After listening to Qianji Yuge, he quickly reexamined gongsunyi's painting. Unexpectedly, it was like what Yan Chu said. Gongsun Yi painted life, but he had too much immortal spirit. He didn't touch a trace of vulgarity. On the contrary, he felt a little awkward. Gongsun Yi was silent for a few seconds, then nodded slowly and said, "your luck is not bad. You are right." It was not so easy for the proud old man to bow his head. "Master Yan, what should be added to this painting?" Thousand machine rain song asked. Pointing to the house in the painting, Yan Chu said with a smile, "it's very simple - cooking smoke." "Cooking smoke?" Thousand machine rain song is still in a daze, but Gongsun Yi's eyes light up. He quickly picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and then added a few strokes to the painting. I saw smoke curling from the kitchen above the house in the painting. Although the surrounding green mountains and green waters are beautiful like fairyland, but because of these wisps of smoke, the whole painting is harmonious. Gongsunyi's painting is not a fairyland, but a paradise full of fireworks. "Really A lot of harmony Thousand machine rain song surprised way. She couldn't help but look at Yan Chu more. She didn't expect that this opening was an unreliable leader who really knew how to paint. Gongsun Yi also looked up to Yan Chu a little. But he still did not have a good face to Yan Chu: "do you really know how to paint?" "A little bit." Yan Chu showed his modesty. "If you want to know how to make a painting, you must first understand how to evaluate it," Gongsun Yi said. "How about my painting?" Qianji Yuge's face softened a lot. Gongsunyi's ability to let Yan Chu comment on the paintings shows that he has already recognized at least half of Yan Chu's paintings. Otherwise, if anyone would dare to comment on gongsunyi's paintings, it would be strange if gongsunyi didn't cut him off. Next, as long as Yan Chu can praise gongsunyi, then things will be easy to do. However, Yan Chu said decisively, "garbage." "What are you talking about?" Gongsun Yi's eyes were almost staring out of his eyes, and his beard on his chin was even more cocked. He wanted to immediately roll up his sleeves and fight with Yan Chu. Thousand machine rain song is also very anxious, hurry to Yan Chu make eye color. Only Li Fugui behind Yan Chu seemed very calm. According to his understanding of headmaster Yan, Yan Chu's so-called "know a little bit" means "I'm a damn super force". Therefore, Li Fugui was completely relieved of Yan Chu and did not worry that Yan Chu would overturn. "Son of a bitch, do you say that again?" Gongsun Yi said angrily. Yan Chuqing cleared his throat and said seriously, "garbage is Ugly, ugly, greedy. I want to throw up when I see it. I want to step on my feet when I'm finished... " Gongsun Yi retreated step by step. He could not help but cover his heart. His face turned green with anger. "Yan Chu, shut up Qianji Yuge's face changed. He quickly stepped forward and helped gongsunyi. Gongsunyi covered his heart and pointed to Yan Chu's hand, shaking gently: "Stinky boy, I've lived for thousands of years, and I've never been humiliated like this. Are you sincere in looking for death?" Yan Chu spread out his hands innocently: "it's the old man who asked me to comment on the paintings. Do you have to say good words when commenting on paintings? If the old man hears all the good words, how can he improve?" "Let you judge the painting well, not to humiliate me!" "But you always paint rubbish." I'm also angry! " Gongsun Yi is in good health, but at this time he is almost out of heart disease by Yan Chu. If he hadn't been willing to leave like this, I'm afraid he had just kicked his legs and drove the crane to the West. "Grandfather Gongsun, don't be angry!" "Yan Chu, can't you speak well?" he said to Yan Chu Qianji Yuge was in such a hurry that he didn't even call Yan Chu the leader of Yan, but called his real name directly. Yan Chu sighed and said helplessly: "but in my eyes, the old man's painting is not good." "You can do it, you go on!" Gongsun Yi angrily said, "if you draw better than me, I'll call your grandfather!" Qianji Yuge quickly blocked the way: "grandfather Gongsun, this must not be!" "Do you think I'm going to lose?" Gongsun Yi was even more angry, "if I lose to this boy, what can I do if I call him grandfather?"Thousands of rain songs a helpless. She knew that Yan Chu was not an ordinary person and could not stimulate gongsunyi for no reason. Maybe Yan Chu is really a master painter? What about gongsunyi? When you are old, you have to call someone else's grandfather. Isn't your old face lost? "Stop singing, rain!" Gongsun Yi put the pen in his hand directly into Yan Chu's hand: "the pen is for you, you can draw it!" Yan Chu took the pen and tried to make a comparison. He had never learned brush writing in his last life, so he couldn't use it at all. Seeing Yan Chu's unfamiliar appearance, Gongsun Yi couldn't help but sneer: "ignorant child, I'm afraid I haven't even grasped the pen, and I don't know a few big characters!" "Don't worry, old man." Yan Chu smiles and spreads the paper on the table again. He held the pen and thought for a while. If you want him to live in China for 5000 years, there are so many famous artists. You just have to pick one or two pieces of masterpieces and copy them directly on the paper. Isn't it easy to kill gongsunyi in seconds? At the thought that he would have another grandson more than 1000 years old, Yan Chu felt strong. "Stinky boy, you can't draw if you don't write quickly?" Gongsun Yi urged. "Don't worry, old man. I'll draw it now." Yan Chu had a plan in mind and wrote in silence. Pencil pencil
