Wang Xiaoqiu had been nervously watching Old Man Wang's expression. Although she believed that the Hundred Longevity Painting was a rare piece of art, she was not sure that Old Man Wang would like it. Especially when he saw Grandfather Wang's stern face and slightly furrowed brows, Wang Xiaoqiu's mood became even more uneasy.
"Could it be that grandfather doesn't like this painting?”Wang Xiaoqiu couldn't help but let his imagination run wild, and he actually stopped unfolding the painting.
What she did not expect was that Old Master Wang, who had always doted on her, immediately cast a dissatisfied look at her.
Wang Xiaoqiu was shocked and couldn't help but become even more nervous. Before she could continue to open the painting, two old hands covered in calluses reached out and took the painting from her hands without any explanation. They laid it flat on the table and unfolded it.
This pair of old but steady hands belonged to Grandfather Wang.
After completely unfolding the Longevity Painting and laying it on the table, Grandfather Wang leaned forward as if his entire body was lying on the table. His left hand was holding his presbyopic glasses, and his entire face was almost stuck to the Longevity Painting. His mouth was still moving slightly, as if he was muttering something. The index finger of his right hand was drawing something. If one looked closely, they would see that he was actually copying the longevity characters in the painting.
"Could it be that grandfather really likes this painting?”Wang Xiaoqiu couldn't help but feel happy. However, she soon fell into confusion again because Grandfather Wang's face was still gloomy and his brows were still tightly knitted. He had a puzzled expression.
This expression made it difficult for Wang Xiaoqiu to guess his thoughts.
In fact, not only was Wang Xiaoqiu unable to guess Old Man Wang's thoughts, but none of the surrounding Wang descendants dared to say that they had guessed Old Man Wang's thoughts.
After a long time, Grandfather Wang sat back in his wheelchair. His forehead and hair were covered in sweat.
"Grandpa, what do you think of this painting?”Wang Xiaoqiu asked carefully.
Grandfather Wang didn't say anything. He just shook his head slowly. These few minutes seemed to have exhausted all his strength. He waved his hand weakly and asked someone to bring him a cup of hot tea. He lifted the lid and drank it in one gulp.
Seeing Grandfather Wang shake his head, Wang Xiaoqiu was stunned. She opened her mouth and only said,"How did this happen?"
After drinking the hot tea in one gulp, Grandfather Wang took two deep breaths. Then, he waved his hand and called his grandson, Wang Liang, to his side. He instructed,"Liang 'er, go and invite Old Master Zhou in.”
"Alright." Wang Liang replied. He glanced at the worried Wang Xiaoqiu and wanted to persuade him, but Old Man Wang was urging him to hurry up and invite someone. So he could only pat Wang Xiaoqiu's shoulder twice to comfort him. Then, he strode out of the living room to invite Zhou Wenbin.
After Wang Liang left, Old Man Wang asked You Jia,"Qiu 'er, where did you get this painting? Looking at this ink, it should have been written just a few days ago, right?”
Wang Xiaoqiu quickly calmed himself down and replied,"Yes, this painting was written by a friend of mine. You saw him just now. He's Mr. Zhang Yang.”
"What did you say? Was this painting written by that young man surnamed Zhang?”Grandfather Wang's tightly knitted brows suddenly raised, and his tone was filled with surprise and doubt.
"Yes." Wang Xiaoqiu nodded.
Grandfather Wang's gaze once again fell on the Longevity Painting on the table. After frowning for two minutes, he slowly shook his head, and the confusion on his face became even stronger.
"Grandpa, what do you mean?”Wang Xiaoqiu asked carefully.
" Oh, it's nothing," Grandfather Wang said." Qiu 'er, go and invite that young man called Zhang Yang over."”
"Alright." Wang Xiaoqiu replied. Although she did not understand what Grandfather Wang meant, she still turned around and went to invite Zhang Yang.
Just as Wang Xiaoqiu walked out of the living room, Wang Liang had just walked over with Zhou Wenbin and brushed past her.
Zhou Wenbin was a famous calligraphy artist in Jiangsu Province. He was very famous in the country and even in Asia. Unlike many artists who had long hair and beards and liked to wear mandarin robes or suits, Zhou Wenbin was short and had a buzz cut. He dressed like an old farmer who had just returned from the fields.
As soon as he walked into the living room and saw Wang Tianhai, Zhou Wenbin joked,"Old Wang, aren't you being too stingy? I've only had two glasses of wine, and you've already chased me out of the table. What exactly happened for you to call me over in such a hurry? You don't even let me eat and drink to my heart's content.”
Grandfather Wang was not in the mood to joke at all. He pointed at the table and said,"Come and take a look at this painting.”
"Although the Hundred Lives Painting is suitable for the occasion, what's there to see? It was just a hundred or so longevity characters. No matter how good the longevity character was written, could it be that it could write any flowers?”Although Zhou Wenbin said that, he walked quickly to the table.
"Eh?" Zhou Wenbin could not help but exclaim when he saw the Longevity Painting. Then, his eyes lit up like a hungry wolf that had found its prey. He pounced on the table and laid on the table like Old Man Wang. His eyes were almost glued to the Longevity Painting.
" How…how could this be?!" Zhou Wenbin's eyes instantly turned bloodshot. He stared at every word on the painting, not daring to blink. He was afraid that if he blinked, these longevity characters would grow wings and fly away. At the same time, he kept muttering," Ah, this is Wang Xizhi's handwriting. Only Wang Xizhi can write such a beautiful, vigorous, and natural running script…Ah, this is a clear, thin, and hard handwriting. It's clearly Liu Gongquan's authentic handwriting…Yo, this is the handwriting of Li Bai and Du Fu. These two brothers are here too…Hey, this is clearly the handwriting of the Six Gentlemen of the Su Family. Su Shi has brought all of his people here…Eh, there are also the Four Great Scholars of Jiangnan. Why are these four brothers here to join in the fun…"
Zhou Wenbin mumbled for a long time. Other than Old Man Wang, not many people could understand what he said. Because of his words, although Old Man Wang's expression did not change much, his body began to tremble slightly. The knuckles of his hands that were holding the wheelchair handle had already turned white because of too much strength.
This was undoubtedly a sign of excitement!
Zhou Wenbin finally raised his head and looked at Old Man Wang with wide eyes. He said something that made one's hair stand on end,""Old Wang, did you see a ghost?”
"A ghost? Why do you say that?" Grandfather Wang couldn't help but be stunned and ask.
"If it wasn't a ghost, how could there be this painting?" Zhou Wenbin asked. The people who wrote this painting have been dead for at least a few hundred years, but this paper and ink are all new…"
"You mean, these words are authentic?”Grandfather Wang's voice suddenly became louder, and his expression became excited for the first time.
"This is where I am shocked and confused.”Zhou Wenbin grabbed a teacup from the side and poured the tea into his mouth without caring if anyone had drunk it. After letting out a long breath, he said with a bitter smile,"This paper and ink are products of the current era, and judging from the handwriting, it should have been written a few days ago. If that's the case, then the word 'longevity' in this painting should have been copied by someone from the present era. But as far as I know, there might be people who are good at some of these words. However, only a ghost or god would be able to master a hundred different types of characters and write them so vividly that even I couldn't tell if they were real or fake.”
Grandfather Wang laughed and said proudly,"How can there be ghosts and gods in this world? This painting was given to me by my granddaughter. I heard that it was written by her friend. I've seen that person before. He's a young man in his twenties.”
"A young man in his twenties? How is that possible?" Zhou Wenbin turned pale with fright. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest. It was so painful that his face instantly turned greenish-gray. His right hand grabbed his chest tightly, and his mouth was wide open as he panted weakly. His body swayed slightly, and he was about to fall back.
"Old Master Zhou, what's wrong with you?”Wang Chaogui was the closest to him. He reacted quickly and supported him.
"This is because he was overly stimulated, causing his heart to ache.”A figure suddenly appeared beside Wang Chaogui. He took Zhou Wenbin from Wang Chaogui and helped him sit on a chair.
The figure was Zhang Yang.
His right thumb was pressed on Zhou Wenbin's Neiguan acupoint, and he was performing acupuncture treatment on him. His left hand searched his body carefully, trying to see if he had any pills or other medicine to treat his heart pain, but he could not find any. It seemed that he had never suffered from this illness before.
Zhang Yang's right hand was pressing on Zhou Wenbin's Neiguan acupoint, while his left hand was pressing on his Zhonger acupoint. At the same time, he turned to Wang Xiaoqiu who was standing beside him nervously and ordered,"Go get a banana, peel it, and mash the meat. Add tea and honey to mix it, and make it into tea for him to eat.”
"Oh, okay." Wang Xiaoqiu quickly followed Zhang Yang's instructions.
After consuming the banana tea and receiving Zhang Yang's acupuncture point stimulation, Zhou Wenbin's heart pain was relieved. He was sweating profusely as he sat on the chair, gasping for breath.
"Thank you." To Zhou Wenbin, the experience just now was like walking through the gates of hell. He knew very well that if not for this unfamiliar young man, he would have lost his life here.
Zhang Yang smiled and replied," You're welcome. I'm a doctor. It's my duty to treat patients."”After confirming that Zhou Wenbin's condition had clearly improved, he turned to face Old Man Wang and cupped his hands."Junior Zhang Yang greets Grandpa Wang.”
Just now, Zhou Wenbin's sudden heart attack had scared Old Man Wang to death. Now that he saw that Zhou Wenbin's condition had obviously improved, he finally relaxed. Zhang Yang was calm and collected, and he was able to treat the patient well. This made Old Man Wang have a good impression of him.
"Little Zhang, it's all thanks to you today. Otherwise, Old Zhou would have gone to see the King of Hell.”Grandfather Wang first thanked him a few times before returning to the main topic."I just heard from Qiu 'er that you wrote this painting?”
Zhou Wenbin was also looking at Zhang Yang anxiously, waiting for his answer.
Zhou Wenbin's sudden heart attack was caused by Zhang Yang and the Longevity Portrait. Therefore, when Wang Xiaoqiu saw his expression, he immediately became nervous again. In fact, Grandfather Wang was no less shocked than him, but Grandfather Wang was calm and did not show too much excitement.
"I wrote it." Zhang Yang replied calmly.
"How is this possible?" Before Old Man Wang could speak, Zhou Wenbin, who had just had a sudden heartache, exclaimed. "How old are you? How could you possibly write this painting? Even if you started practicing calligraphy in your mother's womb, it's impossible for you to master all 100 kinds of calligraphy at the age of 20. Furthermore, these longevity characters were not only similar in shape but also in spirit. To be able to write these longevity characters, not only did one have an astounding foundation in calligraphy and painting, but one also had a wealth of experience. Otherwise, it was impossible to write the essence of these words. The most amazing thing was that these longevity characters emitted a faint spiritual qi, as if they were alive. How could such words be written by a human?”
Zhou Wenbin's words were not wrong, because in a sense, Zhang Yang was not alone.
"Nothing is impossible. I was the one who wrote this painting.”Zhang Yang smiled.
"I can testify that this painting was written by Mister Zhang.”Seeing that Zhang Yang was being questioned, Wang Xiaoqiu was extremely agitated. She quickly defended Zhang Yang,""The first day, I met Mister Zhang, and the next day, he gave me this painting. At that time, the ink on some of the words hadn't even dried completely. If it wasn't written by Mister Zhang, who else could it be?”
"This painting…was it really written by you?”Zhou Wenbin was still skeptical.
Zhang Yang did not say anything. He just smiled calmly and raised his right hand to make a few curls. The others could not understand what he meant by this action, but Zhou Wenbin understood-Zhang Yang was writing.
"This hook…this stroke…and this horizontal fold…as expected, as expected, it was written by you!”Zhou Wenbin's eyes widened and his mouth gaped open. After a long while, he finally said,""But…this…how is this possible? Was there really a genius in this world? That's right! That's right! Genius! He was a genius! A rare genius!"
The agitated Zhou Wenbin's body suddenly leaned back, and he actually fainted from the excessive stimulation.
At this time, the Wang family's family doctor and nurses had already rushed over. Seeing this, they quickly started to treat Zhou Wenbin and quickly woke him up. However, because his mental state was very poor, Old Man Wang ordered the family doctor and nurses to carry Zhou Wenbin to the guest room to rest and pay attention to his condition at all times.
After these things were done, Grandfather Wang said with emotion,"I really didn't expect that at such a young age, Mr. Zhang could actually write a painting that scared Zhou Wenbin into fainting. If this matter were to spread, it would probably become a much-told story in the calligraphy world.”He gently caressed the Longevity Painting on the table. His movements were very gentle, and his eyes were filled with love. After a long while, he raised his head and looked at Zhang Yang."This painting is priceless. You…are you really willing to give it to me?”
"My paintings are only given to fated people, and in my eyes, you are the fated person.”Zhang Yang smiled. "Fated person?"
Wang Xiaoqiu was slightly stunned and could not help but mutter these two words softly. She suddenly remembered that Zhang Yang had said something similar to her. "What does he mean by saying all this? Why are you fated with me and my grandfather? "Don't tell me…" She stole a glance at Zhang Yang, and her face instantly turned red. Clearly, she was thinking the wrong thing. Feeling her face burning, she quickly lowered her head, afraid that others would notice that something was wrong with her.
Grandfather Wang looked at Zhang Wenzhong and then at Wang Xiaoqiu. He seemed to have discovered something and smiled.
Hearing Grandfather Wang's laughter, Wang Xiaoqiu's face couldn't help but turn even redder. However, she had been in the business world for a long time, so she quickly calmed down and tried to adjust her breathing to make her face return to normal. Seeing that Grandfather Wang was still laughing non-stop, she quickly changed the topic and said,"Grandpa, Mr. Zhang gave you a priceless treasure. Aren't you going to thank him?”
"You're right. I really should thank Little Zhang." Grandfather Wang nodded.”He looked at Zhang Yang with a smile and said," Little Zhang, the painting you gave me is a priceless treasure. If I were to accept it like this, I would really feel ashamed." Hmm, how about this, I'll give you a gift in return so that I can accept this painting with peace of mind.”
Zhang Yang smiled and was about to speak when Wang Xiaoqiu asked impatiently,""Grandpa, what do you plan to give Mr. Zhang in return?”
"I have a request for Mr. Zhang." Grandfather Wang's expression instantly became serious as he said in a deep voice,"As long as it's not illegal, no matter what request Mr. Zhang makes, our Wang Clan will do our best to satisfy it.”
Old Man Wang's words made everyone's face change, except for Zhang Yang.
The four Wang siblings looked at each other and advised in unison,"Old Master, you have to think twice…"
Grandfather Wang raised his right hand and interrupted them. He said in a deep voice,"You don't have to say anymore, I've made up my mind.”He looked straight at Zhang Yang and said with a smile,""Mr. Zhang, just tell us what you want. Our Wang family will do our best to satisfy you.”After saying that, he glanced at Wang Xiaoqiu from the corner of his eye, and a strange smile appeared on his old face.
This strange smile caused Wang Xiaoqiu's heart to be in a mess. His heart was beating like a deer. She couldn't help but think, what if Zhang Yang's request was related to her? How should she deal with it…?
"No need." The words that came out of Zhang Yang's mouth shocked everyone present. With the Wang Clan's wealth, resources, and connections, Zhang Yang would have no problem getting rich overnight. However, in the face of such a huge temptation, Zhang Yang was not moved. He even chose to reject it. No one present could make such a choice.
Zhang Yang ignored the surprised looks from the people around him and said,""Miss Wang has already paid for this painting, so Grandfather Wang, you don't have to return the favor.”
"When did I ever give you money for an art?”Wang Xiaoqiu asked in surprise.
"This is the jade pendant." Zhang Yang raised the jade pendant that he was wearing around his neck.
Seeing that Zhang Yang was actually carrying the jade pendant that she had given him, Wang Xiaoqiu's heart was filled with a little sweetness. She smiled charmingly and said,"How much is this jade pendant worth? How could it compare to this painting?”
Zhang Yang shook his head and said seriously,""Perhaps in your eyes, this painting is even more valuable. However, in my eyes, the value of this jade pendant is much higher than the Hundred Lives Painting.”He was not lying. After he refined this jade pendant, it had become a defensive amulet. In the eyes of knowledgeable people, its value was far more precious than the Hundred Lives Painting. However, the people of the Wang family were not self-cultivators. Naturally, they could not tell the difference between this jade pendant and an ordinary jade pendant.
However, Zhang Yang did not notice that Wang Xiaoqiu's face, which had already returned to normal, had turned red again after he said those words. She was extremely shy and quickly lowered her head again.
Obviously, she had misunderstood Zhang Yang's words once again.
"In your eyes, the jade pendant is more valuable than the painting, but in my eyes, it's the opposite.”Grandfather Wang said," That's why I have to fulfill one of your requests. Otherwise, I'd rather not have this painting.”
"Mr. Zhang, if you don't agree, my grandfather will not be at ease." Wang Xiaoqiu quickly said. So, please agree.”
" Is that so…" Zhang Yang hesitated for a moment before he suddenly remembered the buried Phoenix Seeking Phoenix. His heart skipped a beat and he finally agreed,""Alright then, I'll shamelessly make a request. I want an orange tree planted in your orchard. If Old Man Wang agrees, I'll go and pick it myself later.”
" Orange tree?!"
Zhang Yang's request shocked everyone. They had never thought that someone would give up the opportunity to become rich overnight and choose an orange tree…
"Is this person an idiot?”Almost everyone cursed in their hearts.
Wang Xiaoqiu was also surprised. She looked at Zhang Yang, but she could not guess what he was thinking. She could only sigh in her heart,""What a blockhead." In fact, she was feeling very complicated at the moment. Disappointment, joy, surprise…all sorts of emotions were mixed together.
Grandfather Wang was also shocked. He frowned slightly and asked,"Little Zhang, are you joking with me? You…really only want one orange tree?”
Zhang Yang nodded." Yes, I only want one orange tree. However, this orange tree must be picked by me personally."”
" You…" Grandfather Wang really wanted to ask Zhang Yang if he had taken his promise as a joke. However, he, who was shrewd, did not ask this question in the end. After letting out a breath of turbid air, he asked in a deep voice,"Do you really only want one orange tree?”
"It's true."
"No regrets?"
"I won't regret it!"
As long as you don't regret it, Zhang Yang thought to himself.
Grandfather Wang did not know what Zhang Yang was thinking. He nodded and said,""Alright, I promise you. You can go to the orchard to pick some orange trees later. Not to mention one, even if he moved all the orange trees, it would not be a problem.”
"I only need one." Zhang Yang replied. The rest were just ordinary orange trees, and he would not be able to use them. Only the Phoenix Seeking Phoenix was of great help to his current cultivation.
Old Man Wang raised his hand and called Wang Chaogui to his side. He whispered a few words into Wang Chaogui's ear. Wang Chaogui nodded to show that he understood. He turned around and left. A moment later, he returned to Old Man Wang's side and handed him a bank card.
"Although Little Zhang is very benevolent, I can't mistreat you. Otherwise, if this matter gets out, wouldn't people laugh at our Wang family for taking advantage of others?”Grandfather Wang gestured for Wang Xiaoqiu to push him in front of Zhang Yang. Without any hesitation, he shoved the bank card into Zhang Yang's hands. "I hope you can accept this card. Although there isn't much money in the card, it's still a token of my appreciation so that others won't laugh at our Wang family.”
Zhang Yang wanted to reject the offer, but Grandfather Wang held his hand tightly and said,""Little Zhang, I know that you are a very kind person, very benevolent, and very ancient, but you must accept this money. Even if Grandpa Wang pleads with you, will that do?”
Zhang Yang did not know whether to laugh or cry.
Not to mention the jade pendant that he had refined into a defensive amulet, just the Feng Qiuhuang that was growing well was a rare Earth Grade Second Level Spiritual Herb. Especially in this era where spiritual energy was extremely thin and pollution was extremely serious, such a phoenix was enough to make many cultivation sects fight for it. On the other hand, Zhang Yang had easily obtained the Phoenix Seeking Phoenix by relying on his own painting of the Hundred Lives Portrait. He had already taken advantage of the situation. However, the Wang Clan, who had been taken advantage of by him, felt that they had let Zhang Yang down. They even wanted to give him money as compensation…
Zhang Yang really wanted to tell Grandpa Wang," I'm the one who's taking advantage of this, not you. However, in the end, he held back and could only accept the bank card helplessly.
However, Zhang Yang, who felt that he had taken advantage of the Wang family, was a little uneasy. Although it was a great bargain, he didn't know if he would lose his hard-earned merit points. Zhang Yang was determined to become an immortal again, so he placed a lot of importance on the merit points. After thinking about it, he decided to give Old Man Wang another gift as an exchange for this bank card. Presumably, this way, there would not be any loss of merit points.
"Alright, I'll take this bank card. Hmm…I came in a hurry today, so I didn't prepare a birthday gift for you, Grandpa Wang. How about this, I'll improvise here and draw a painting for Grandpa Wang.”Zhang Yang did not care if Old Man Wang agreed or not. He asked Wang Xiao Qiu,""Miss Wang, do you have pen, ink, and paper here?”
" This..." Wang Xiaoqiu was not in a hurry to answer. Instead, he looked at Grandfather Wang, waiting for him to speak.
Before Grandfather Wang could speak, a slightly weak and panting voice sounded in the living room."Give it to him! Even if there wasn't any here, she had to find it for him!”
Everyone turned around and saw that it was Zhou Wenbin. After hearing that Zhang Yang was about to wave his brush, he got up from the bed in the guest room without caring about anything else. With the help of two nurses, he walked into the living room.
"Qiu 'er, go and get the brush, ink, and paper.”Grandfather Wang had spoken. He wanted to see if Zhang Yang's drawing skills were as good as his calligraphy skills! Wang Xiaoqiu quickly went to get the Four Treasures of the Study.
The brush was the well-known Lake Brush, and there were all kinds of brushes made of wolf-hair, sheep-hair, and double-hair. The ink was the well-known Huizhou ink, and the faint ink fragrance was refreshing. The paper was Xuan paper produced in Jingxian County, Anhui Province. The quality of the paper was exquisite, and it was a good product. The inkstone was also a well-known Duan inkstone. Its shape was simple and elegant, and it could be said to be a masterpiece of art.
Wang Xiaoqiu personally laid out the Xuan paper on the table for Zhang Yang. He then used a White Jade Rabbit paperweight to flatten the Xuan paper, and then he personally grinded the ink for Zhang Yang. Because Grandfather Wang liked to write and draw when he had nothing to do, Wang Xiaoqiu had long mastered the method of grinding ink. Now, when he ground the ink, his posture was beautiful and his strength was moderate.
While Wang Xiaoqiu was grinding the ink, Zhang Yang was standing beside the table. He closed his eyes and started to think.
Wang Xiaoqiu was grinding the ink while stealing glances at Zhang Yang. While he was cursing Zhang Yang for being a blockhead, he could not help but wonder what Zhang Yang would draw.
He had extraordinary calligraphy skills and knew how to draw. If he wanted to make money or become famous, wouldn't he have already become famous if Zhou Wenbin called him a 'ghost' or a 'genius'? Why would he stay in Suqian University's hospital and be an unknown school doctor?
As Wang Xiaoqiu grinded the ink, his imagination ran wild.
Just as Wang Xiaoqiu was about to remind Zhang Yang, Zhang Yang suddenly opened his eyes. A terrifying light flashed in his eyes.
Wang Xiaoqiu was shocked. Zhou Wenbin and Old Man Wang raised their eyebrows.
The people of the Chinese Dynasty paid attention to the meaning of the brush first, using the spirit to control the brush. The current Zhang Yang was undoubtedly in line with this situation.
Zhang Yang reached out his hand and grabbed a brush from the brush rack. He dipped it into the inkstone and started drawing on the paper.
As the saying went, once an expert made a move, one would know if there was anything. Just as Zhang Yang started drawing, Zhou Wenbin could tell that his drawing skills were extraordinary. Because when Zhang Yang used his Qi to draw the brush, the brush moved along with the Qi, and the brush grew. Every brush was proud, and his talent in Tianji was naturally overflowing.
Wang Xiaoqiu, who was standing beside Zhang Yang, looked at the confident smile on Zhang Yang's face. He was so focused on painting that he could not help but feel a little dazed.
Not only was Wang Xiaoqiu stunned, but Zhou Wenbin and Old Man Wang were also stunned. However, Wang Xiaoqiu was obsessed with Zhang Yang, while Zhou Wenbin and Old Man Wang were obsessed with his painting.
Zhang Yang's movements were as natural as flowing clouds and flowing water. There was no pretense in his movements. His every movement and even his every expression had a newly-built sense of beauty. Suddenly, in the eyes of Zhou Wenbin and Old Man Wang, Zhang Yang was not painting at all. Instead, he was dancing with his sword and singing.
Looking at Zhang Yang's actions of drawing, Zhou Wenbin could not help but start chanting Du Fu's "Sword Art"."Once upon a time, there was a beautiful woman named Gongsun who could move the world with her sword. The spectators were as depressed as mountains, and heaven and earth were lowered for a long time. Huo Ruyi shot the nine sunsets, and his posture was like a group of emperors riding dragons. Come like a thunderbolt to stop anger, and stop like the clear light of the river and sea…"
Gradually, as Zhang Yang's painting came to an end, Zhou Wenbin's mouth kept turning over and over. All that was left was one sentence,"There are so many outstanding people, yet you still look at today. Still looking at Jin Chao…"
Although Zhang Yang's painting was not completed yet, Zhou Wenbin could not hold back his curiosity. He quietly walked behind Zhang Yang and craned his neck to look at the piece of paper on the table. At this moment, he did not even dare to breathe too loudly, afraid that it would affect Zhang Yang's painting.
What Zhang Yang drew was a character map.
In the picture, a strong old man with white hair and beard was standing on a towering mountain peak, looking into the distance.
The old man in the painting looked like he was alive. The expression on his face was especially detailed. However, for some reason, Zhang Yang did not light the eyes on the old man in the painting. But even so, Zhou Wenbin could still tell at a glance that the old man in the painting was Old Man Wang, who was sitting in a wheelchair beside him.
Zhang Yang had used a brand new style of painting for this portrait. Zhang Yang had spent a long period of time to create such a painting technique. He had combined the essence of the painting techniques of the various artists who were good at painting figures. He had created this technique by observing the Qi of Heaven and Earth. The characters drawn using this method were so lifelike that it made people sigh in admiration. At the same time, due to Zhang Yang's understanding of the 'Dao', the characters in the painting had a faint and unique immortal aura.
Such a magical drawing technique, such a magical painting, it was truly unprecedented!
Very quickly, Zhang Yang finished the last stroke, and on the blank space of the painting, he wrote the words " An old man in a stable, ambitious for thousands of miles ".
Then, Zhang Yang placed the brush back on the pen holder.
However, for some reason, after the painting was completed, he still didn't light the eyes on the character in the painting.
"Are you done drawing? You haven't even given it a pair of eyes.”Zhou Wenbin saw that Zhang Yang was about to give up, so he quickly pulled him back and pointed at the old man in the painting. He had thought that Zhang Yang had forgotten to give the old man in the painting a finishing touch.
"Do you really want me to light its eyes?”Zhang Yang did not rush to finish his words. Instead, he asked. However, he wasn't asking Zhou Wenbin, but Old Man Wang.
"Light it up!" Old Man Wang and Zhou Wenbin said in unison. If he didn't give the person in the painting a pair of eyes, then no matter how good the painting was, it would still be incomplete. This would undoubtedly become a regret. After witnessing Zhang Yang's amazing drawing skills, Old Man Wang and Zhou Wenbin did not want to leave any regrets behind. Moreover, they were all eager to know what kind of shocking changes would happen to the old man in the painting after he lit up his eyes.
"Alright, I'll light its eyes now.”Zhang Yang nodded. He lifted the brush on the brush rack and gently tapped the face of the old man in the painting twice.
A pair of bright and lively eyes immediately appeared on the face of the old man in the painting.
The people who had already gathered around the table suddenly realized that the old man in the painting seemed to have come to life after finishing the touch.
"This…the old man in the painting…is actually alive!？”Zhou Wenbin's eyes widened in shock, and his mouth was agape. He was unable to say a word for a long time. The two nurses beside him were afraid that he would faint from shock again. They quickly wanted to help him away, but he waved his hand and refused. At the same time, he was muttering," Don't worry, I won't faint. I won't faint until I've seen this painting to my heart's content…"
Wang Zhaolin lowered her head to look at the figure in the painting, then raised her head to look at Old Man Wang outside the painting. She could not help but exclaim,"Oh my god, there are actually two living old men in the painting…"
"Finishing touch…This is the legendary finishing touch of Zhang Sengyao…So there really is such a magical painting skill in this world! It turned out that a painting could really possess life! The ancients did not deceive me! "I'm not bullying you..." Old Man Wang couldn't help but sigh. His thighs were beaten until they turned red, but he didn't notice it and continued to slap them.
"This painting is indeed a rare treasure. "But how could the old man in this painting have both legs…" Wang Chaogui's words stopped here and he stole a glance at Old Man Wang, afraid that his unintentional words would hurt his heart. One had to know that in the Wang family, Grandfather Wang's legs were taboo. This was because Old Man Wang's legs had been diagnosed by many experts at home and abroad, but they were ultimately helpless. Therefore, they rarely mentioned anything about his leg in front of Grandfather Wang.
But now, in Zhang Yang's painting, Old Man Wang's legs were perfectly healthy.
Wang Chaogui's words immediately attracted everyone's attention.
That's right, the Old Man Wang in this painting was exactly the same as the Old Man Wang at this moment in terms of appearance, shape, clothes, and even expression. It could be said to be lifelike. However, not only were Old Man Wang's legs not paralyzed, but he was still standing proudly on the peak of the mountain.
Everyone frowned at the same time and remained silent. At this moment, the atmosphere became dull and strange.
Everyone's eyes were on Zhang Yang. They were all guessing what Zhang Yang was trying to do when he drew Old Man Wang with both legs intact.
Was it his unintentional mistake? Or did he do it on purpose?
Everyone was waiting for Zhang Yang to reveal the truth.
At this moment, Zhang Yang turned around and smiled at Old Man Wang. Then, he said something that made everyone's heart skip a beat,""I can help you stand up again!”
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