Even though Ye Feng had an animal shelter in Daqing Mountain, this was not his limit, he had been to all parts of the world, Saipan Island, Maltese, Hiroshima, Mount Hua, Mount Tai, Mount Song, Mount Huangguo, and so on, he had personally traveled all over the world.
What he drew had to be seen with his own eyes.
It was not that Ye Feng could not imagine a beautiful picture.
It was very realistic.
The reality was that what he imagined did not exist.
There was a waterfall at the peak of the mountain.
Standing at Ye Feng's position, he could see it clearly.
Butterflies flew around him.
The trees completely blocked the afternoon sun.
The only thing left in the animal shelter was coolness.
In the animal shelter, even if there was a reconnaissance plane or a drone, it would not be captured by aerial photography.
It had long been covered by leaves.
"Tsk tsk tsk…"
Xing Zai finished grinding the ink and reminded Ye Feng.
"Alright."
Ye Feng nodded.
"Xing Zai, have you learned the military boxing that I taught you last time?”Ye Feng did not draw immediately, he asked Xing Zai.
Xing Zai shook his head.
"Go and practice. You have nothing to do here. As the commander of the animal shelter, how can you not have some martial arts?”Ye Feng said.
"Tsk tsk tsk…"
Xing Zai nodded, he pressed his palms together as if he was bowing to Ye Feng before leaving.
He looked at Xing Zai.
Ye Feng had to say, it was really strong.
Picking up a thick brush, Ye Feng started to draw on the paper.
He did not use any paint when he was painting.
Pure ink would do.
As long as the intent realm was reached.
So what if it was Black Ink?
In people's hearts, there would naturally be green mountains and clear waters.
Tang Bohu's painting of a lonely duck in the sunset, the painting of an apricot flower thatched cottage, Zhu Da's painting of a lotus flower and a water bird, Fan Kuan's painting of a mountain journey, the painting of a snowy mountain and a cold forest, Li Gonglin's painting of a mountain villa and the painting of five horses, etc. These masterpieces that were passed down and famous in the world all had the artistic conception. There was no need to decorate them with colorful colors.
Chinese ink paintings gave people a sense of visual impact.
Ye Feng also knew oil painting and his skills were very high.
However, he preferred ink paintings.
It was more direct when it came to expressing one's intent.
And it was beautiful.
After looking at an ink-wash painting for a long time, one would really feel as if they were there.
And he never got tired of looking at it.
Ye Feng did not belittle oil painting, it was just his personal hobby.
That was all.
As Ye Feng continued to create, mountains and rivers started to appear on the blank paper.
A large patch of sky.
Countless plants.
It could swallow mountains and rivers.
Martial arts are everywhere.
It was as if Ye Feng was painting the entire world.
……
"Clang clang clang clang…"
"Director Ye…"
"Director Ye…"
"Can we stay at your animal shelter for a while in the afternoon? We can work for you.”
"I can even cook for you tonight."
At this moment, Huang Lei and the others had already arrived at the entrance of the animal shelter. Huang Lei knocked on the door and said.
"Stop knocking!"
"Brother Feng is drawing. No matter what you're looking for him for, wait.”
A voice suddenly came from above Huang Lei's head.
"Pa!"
A sticky thing landed on his face.
Huang Lei was stunned for a moment.
"What's on my face?"
Huang Lei asked He Jiong.
"Shit."
He Jiong answered in a deep voice.
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