Rebirth of the City Immortal

Chapter 50 The Shocking Work ([-]) Asking for Recommendation
Zhang Jie's misty map was originally plain, but after Mo Changsheng's modification, it has a magical power.

How high is Mo Changsheng's realm?
That is a height that is difficult for all the so-called masters of traditional Chinese painting today!

The painting of Luoshen Lingbo made by Mo Changsheng, at first glance, is still the painting of misty waves, which is unremarkable.

But as long as you take a look at it, you will be attracted by it unconsciously, and then you will fall into a dreamlike illusion, and even feel that your body and mind have been washed.

"Originally I just wanted to draw a picture for Qingyan, but I never thought that I would unintentionally practice the art of free and unfettered illusion!"

Mo Changsheng secretly rejoiced.

The Xiaoyao Illusory Mind Art is a secret soul-cultivating art that Mo Changsheng accidentally obtained in his previous life, and it is one of the unique skills of the Xiaoyao Sect, a major cultivator.

The strength of the soul is absolutely extremely important to a cultivator.

Whether it is the practice of martial arts or the study of the arts of self-cultivation, especially the comprehension of "Tao", the soul plays an inestimable role.

Therefore, any sect of self-cultivation cherishes the soul-cultivating secret art very much, and will not show it to others easily. Mo Changsheng can get the "Happy Illusion Art", so he has to say that he was invincible in his previous life.

"Changsheng, is it really me you painted? Am I really so beautiful?"

Wen Qingyan looked at "Luoshen Lingbotu" obsessively, covered her small mouth in disbelief, and babbled obsessively.

"Of course it's Qingyan!"

Mo Changsheng smiled fondly, and handed the painting to Wen Qingyan: "Today, Changsheng borrowed flowers to offer Buddha, and I will give it to you!"

"no!"

"no!"

Two bangs suddenly sounded, one was what Professor Chen said, and the other came from the backstage.

Mo Changsheng turned his head to look, and found an old man who was over sixty years old, striding towards him at a speed that did not match his age.

"This painting was made by Mo for my girlfriend. I also agreed to borrow flowers to present Buddha, why can't I give it to Qingyan?"

Mo Changsheng looked at the visitor with displeasure, and at the same time glanced at Professor Chen in confusion.

"Kids, don't get me wrong. The old man said no, he just waited for Dean Zhang to come over and wanted him to see such a masterpiece."

Seeing Mo Changsheng's displeasure, Professor Chen hurriedly explained:

"Although the old man doesn't have much research on Chinese painting, his eyes are not blind! This picture of Luoshen Lingbo, the kid's painting, is definitely the best Chinese painting the old man has seen in these years. Dean Zhang is my best friend, and he is an idiot. Let him know that the old man failed to let him see this fine work, and he'll have to pester me forever."

Professor Chen looked at the old man who just came over dumbfounded, and introduced:

"He is my good friend Zhang Tianchen, the dean of our Chinese Department, and the vice-chairman of the Huaxia Traditional Chinese Painters Association. By the way, he is also Zhang Jie's grandfather."

Mo Changsheng looked at the distraught Zhang Tianchen speechlessly, and believed Professor Chen's comment about his painting idiot.

From the moment the old man stepped onto the stage, he ignored everyone around him, and leaned over to admire the Luoshen Lingbo picture that Wen Qingyan put back on the table.

"Wonderful, wonderful! A world-shocking work, a world-shocking work!"

While appreciating, Zhang Tianchen muttered.

"What a pity! What a pity!"

After admiring for a long time, this old man seemed to have been dug up his ancestor's grave again, and he said it was a pity.

Professor Chen deliberately teased him and asked, "What's the pity?"

Without raising his head, Zhang Tianchen said with great regret:

"This painting is really a masterpiece of a master, it is the pinnacle! But this painting was obviously completed in two parts. The master who painted it later should have recreated this work based on a nonsense work."

The old man shook his head while talking.

"It's such a pity for this amazing work! The original painter's strength is considered to be somewhat successful, but compared with the master who changed the painting later, it is completely different, and the gap is simply incalculable!"

"Don't let the old man know which idiot made the original painting. It's a reckless waste of the master's masterpiece!"

Professor Chen still had a childlike innocence, and said in a tricky way: "If you know who he is, and he is a student of our school, what are you going to do?"

"The old man must break his leg!" Zhang Tianchen said angrily.

Zhang Jie looked at his grandfather with cold sweat all over his head.

"Is this still the grandpa who usually praises himself for being artistic when he sees people?"

Professor Chen held back his laughter, and pointed at Zhang Jie in a tricky way: "Hey, he is the first author of this painting!"

Zhang Tianchen raised his head angrily, and was embarrassed to see his proud grandson looking at him innocently.

"Old guy, did you mean it?!"

The old man stared and glared angrily at the snickering Professor Chen. He still didn't understand that he was bullied by his old friend.

Suddenly, the old man also smirked, picked up another piece of rice paper on the desk, and said triumphantly: "This painting is a pity, but this calligraphy is truly superb!"

That picture is obviously the little poem that Mo Changsheng wrote down casually.

Mr. Zhang shook his head and read it again, and then said with some surprise: "Is the fairy in the painting this Wen Qingyan? The name sounds familiar! Who is Mo Changsheng?"

"Did you just remember now? Give me back the drawings and words, we should go back!"

Mo Changsheng said calmly.

It's getting late, it's almost time to go to Tianxian Restaurant with sister Qingyan to help.

He had been watching coldly just now, and he did not stop Zhang Tianchen from admiring the painting, which was already a great deal of face.

If it wasn't for the fact that the other party was really obsessed with traditional Chinese painting, he wouldn't care if the other party was some dean or president.

As for his age, Mo Changsheng's real age is more than 200 years old, and Zhang Tianchen, who is only in his 60s, is not worthy of being made to "respect the old", and "love the young" is about the same!

"No, please wait a moment!"

This time it was Professor Chen's turn to be obsessed.

The little poem just now was blocked under the painting, so he didn't see it, but now that Mr. Zhang picked it up, he was immediately astonished.

"The word! The word! God!"

Professor Chen went crazy:

"Floating clouds and flowing water, unrestrained and elegant, delicate bones, elegant stippling, dense and dense, and ingenious white and white, no matter horizontal, vertical, dotted, left, hooked, folded, or pressed, it can be said to be the most wonderful calligraphy."

"It is a pity that I cannot see the original Lanting Preface written by Wang Xizhi, the sage of calligraphy. I never imagined that today I would be lucky enough to appreciate this masterpiece, which is no less than the works of the sage of calligraphy, and even witness its birth. No regrets!"

A line of hot tears rolled down Old Professor Chen's eyes. With trembling hands, he wiped and wiped desperately, and then carefully took the little poem. His solemn attitude made the old Dean Zhang feel embarrassed to read it again. entanglement.

(End of this chapter)