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Chapter 355 Creation comes from martial arts

Chapter 355 Creation comes from martial arts

Xin Zhao bowed deeply to Sun Yao without thinking.

Sun Yao, who still proudly straightened his neck, never thought that Xin Zhao would be so decisive.

"Are you serious?"

"Ah! There can be fakes!" Zhao Xin nodded vigorously, and reached out to grab Sun Yao's arm, "Teacher, good teacher, tell me how you drew this painting."

Only familiar with hands.

Xin Zhao also painted almost a thousand paintings.

It's almost familiar.

Gu Kaizhi's notes were also imprinted in his mind, but he still had no clue.

He also thought that it might be the handwriting of a god, and it would be difficult to truly comprehend it, but now he saw the embryonic form again from Sun Yao.

"Brother Zhao, I was joking with you."

It was Sun Yao who asked Xin Zhao to become a teacher, and it was also him who took the initiative to confess his love.

"What's the matter?" Xin Zhao stared at the two big eyes, "Old Sun, hiding a hand from a junior with lofty enthusiasm for art is not what a respectable senior like you should do."

"Look at what you said, how could I hide my clumsiness." Sun Yao smiled wryly.

"Then talk about it, and mention it a little bit." Xin Zhao raised his eyebrows with a smile, "If I learn it, I might become a youth entrepreneurship champion."

"Brother Zhao, let me tell you the truth. It's not that I don't want to, but actually I don't know how to draw this." Sun Yao couldn't help laughing, "It's a very mysterious feeling. When I was painting this painting I can feel something in my body pouring into the painting from my brush."

Xin Zhao stroked his chin, pondering Sun Yao's words in his mind.

instill? !

brush.

"Old Sun, is it possible that when you are painting, you will feel some kind of air flow in your body, and then flow to your arm." Zhao Xin said seriously.

"Hey, that's pretty much what it means." Sun Yao nodded after thinking about it for a while, "How do you know that you also feel this way?"

Hearing Sun Yao's answer, Xin Zhao immediately clapped his hands.

Understood!

This painting is not familiar at all.

To make the painting come alive, one necessary condition is required!

Even now, Xin Zhao is still not sure whether it is really what he thinks.Exhaling lightly and rubbing his hands, Xin Zhao said with anticipation in his eyes.

"Mr. Sun, can I trouble you to draw a line on the spot for me to see?"

Xin Zhao once had this kind of speculation about painting with aura, but he didn't succeed in the end, which is why he didn't dare to say it directly.

Xin Zhao doesn't need much, he just needs a sum.

He used his heavenly eyes to explore Sun Yao's Qi veins, and by observing the flow of his Qi veins, he could see its mysteries.

"Brother Zhao, it's hard to find this kind of feeling. You see, I've only drawn this point in my childhood." Sun Yao was a little embarrassed.

"Please advise sir."

Xin Zhao buried his head deep.

At Sun Yao's age, power, status, and wealth are no longer that important to him.Being able to pass on his skills is what he hopes most.

He also has children, but unfortunately his art talent does not seem to be passed on to his children.

It is also for this reason that he came to teach at Jiangnan Academy of Fine Arts.

Just thinking that there will be a junior who can inherit his mantle.

Xin Zhao is the most gifted young man in art that Sun Yao has met in these years, and his temperament is also quite fond of him.Seeing Xin Zhao's sincere expression and words, he couldn't bear to refuse.

"Okay, I'll try."

Sun Yao took a deep breath, raised his hand to hold the brush.

The moment he held the pen, Xin Zhao could feel the earth-shaking changes in the aura around this old gentleman.

Heavenly eyes, open!

The eyes of the sky between the eyebrows are opened.

From Sun Yao's body, one could see a wisp of blue air flowing slowly.

This is the aura.

Right now, the movement of spiritual energy in Sun Yao's body is similar to that of a normal Martial Arts Awakened person. It operates according to the cycle, and the spiritual energy flows to the veins of the whole body, lighting up the acupuncture points of the body.

"Alright!"

Suddenly, Sun Yao, who was standing in front of the painting table, shouted and dropped the brush in his hand.

Xin Zhao's eyes were fixed on his movements.

pedal!

Just as Sun Yao was writing, the entire painting on the table seemed to be entwined with aura, and waves of air rippling from the place where he wrote.

It's all in that instant.

Soon, the aura from when I wrote the pen penetrated into the scroll.

If it wasn't for Xin Zhao's illusion, then he really saw the weeping willow swaying in the picture scroll.

He looked at Sun Yao again.

While he was writing, the spiritual energy in his body was converging towards his arm, flowing to his hand, until it was completely infused into the brush, and fell into the painting with the brush as the transmission medium.

The root of its aura comes from its brain.

"Only by instilling ideas into the painting and nurturing it with spiritual energy can we succeed?" Xin Zhao hugged his shoulders and frowned.

He wanted to watch for a while longer, but after Sun Yao's transaction was over, the aura in his body also dried up.Sun Yao's face was full of exhaustion, and he put down the brush while panting heavily.

"Brother Zhao, how are you doing?"

"Thank you, Elder Sun, for your guidance."

Xin Zhao cupped his hands, Sun Yao grinned and supported the table with both hands.

Seeing this scene, Xin Zhao hurriedly stepped forward to help him, and took him to the sofa in the office to sit down.

"You are also lucky. I suddenly felt it just now. You should have learned a lot." Sun Yao took a sip of the spiritual tea, and the exhausted spiritual power grew in his body again.

Spirit tea? !

In fact, Elder Sun has not awakened, it is because of the relationship between the spiritual tea that he has the spiritual energy.He was unable to paint for a long time because the aura in his body was too thin.

"Boy, I'm in a daze again, I'm asking you something!" Sun Yao, who had sipped the spirit tea, regained his strength and shouted.

"Sir, the money you made just now has benefited the younger generation a lot, and I will cherish it in my heart. I'm sorry." Xin Zhao grinned, "Mr. Sun loves tea?! I also have good tea at home, and I'll bring you some."

Although spirit tea has spiritual energy, it is still a bit thin.

Looking at the process of Sun Yao's creation just now, even if it is a stroke, it consumes a lot of spiritual energy.The nourishing effect of spiritual tea was too slow, so Xin Zhao wanted to bring him some bay tea.

The aura of laurel tea is more intense, which also allows Sun Yao to create better.

"You boy, it seems that you have learned a lot, and you know how to give me a gift." Sun Yao laughed.

"A little bit." Xin Zhao didn't hide it either, grinning and said, "Old Sun personally wrote for the junior just now, the junior was really flattered and moved in his heart."

"It's okay, the master should teach the apprentice." Sun Yao said with a smile.

"Huh?" Xin Zhao was stunned for a moment, "Old Sun, you didn't say you would accept me just now, we are not in a master-student relationship."

"Stinky boy, do you still want to go back on your word?" Sun Yao stared, Xin Zhao quickly restrained his smile, stood up seriously and bowed deeply, "Teacher."

Sun Yao, who was sitting on the sofa, was stunned for a moment, his slightly cloudy eyes flickering.

"Good, good, good!"

"Sit down now."

"It seems that God is kind to my Sun Yao, and he can let me accept a student that I want."

"Are we confirming the master-student relationship?" Xin Zhao raised his eyebrows, "I see those masters, don't they have to kowtow and bow nine times to accept a disciple, and invite guests, can't the whole world know that?"

"Tch, I don't care about that kind of vulgar etiquette."

Sun Yao shook his hands in disgust, "Brother Zhao, tell me what you have just learned."

"Teacher, we are master and apprentice, you still call me Brother Zhao." Zhao Xin smiled, and Sun Yao looked up at the ceiling, "I'm used to it, it's okay, we two have different opinions, you call me teacher, I call you brother."

"Come on."

Xin Zhao really likes Sun Yao's casual attitude.

If he was really like the old master who was strict in everything he did, he might not be able to bear it.

At Zhao Xin's request just now, Sun Yao did not hesitate to answer his doubts.Now Xin Zhao will naturally not have any reservations about his inquiry.

"I don't have much insight. In fact, the root of this painting comes from martial arts."

(End of this chapter)