God-level Golden Hand

Chapter 418

Xu Jingxing casually used abilities that he had never mastered or even achieved, which made Xu Jingxing secretly happy and at the same time a little apprehensive. He didn't know what the problem was, but he knew that it was abnormal, and it violated the normal law of development of things.

Just thinking about it, are there still few things in my body that violate the law of the development of things?Not to mention the peculiarity of the Ruyi glove itself, but the speed at which his physical fitness is improving is almost abnormal, and the rate of improvement is beyond the normal range, and even the height of the improvement is beyond his cognition.

Thinking of the streamer that the Ruyi glove emitted before, I had a rough guess in my heart.

In order to confirm his guess, Chao Anxin and Mr. Lian took a deep breath after smiling slightly to stabilize his mind. He refocused his attention on the brush and rice paper, and continued to outline the unfinished stroke just now.

It's just that before he wrote, he couldn't find the feeling just now anyway, and he paused for a few seconds before writing. His skills were still excellent, but they were not at the same level as the last one.

While this made him a little lost, he also quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

It is normal for his painting skills to be good, but if his painting skills reach the level of a master in an instant, it will scare people to death if it is spread out.Not to mention others, he himself was quite frightened.

Fortunately, it was only temporary, and it was a flash of inspiration to outsiders. The whole process lasted less than two seconds, so it was really no big deal, even ordinary people occasionally have a stroke of genius.

Sure enough, seeing his second stroke, even the old man sighed with some regret, and then asked: "Do you remember the feeling just now?"

At the same time he rushed to rejoice, he was actually a little regretful, after all, it was the top level, just like a little monk in the foundation building period who suddenly experienced the realm of the Nascent Soul stage, he must never forget that feeling, he the same.

Facing the old man's question, he put on a slightly excited look, nodded vigorously, "I remember, I remember."

"That's good. It will be very helpful for your future development. When you have nothing to do, think about it more, try to find and grasp that feeling as much as possible. At that time, our country will produce a young master of traditional Chinese painting. "The old man earnestly entrusted and looked forward to it.

"Khan, is that an exaggeration?"

"Absolutely," the old man said seriously: "Don't underestimate the feeling of flashes of inspiration. Many masters finally climbed to the peak of their respective industries by following the guidance of flashes of inspiration in daily life. Although you don't know much about painting, you can tell that your stroke just now is at the level of a master, but you are only in your early twenties, and you can trigger this level now, and your future achievements are really limitless."

He was a little ashamed of being praised by the old man. Where did he have a flash of inspiration?Even if it is, it is also thanks to Ruyi Gloves.

However, if Ruyi gloves really have this function, then his future development in the field of arts and crafts is really limitless.It was just painting just now, what if this kind of flash of inspiration can also be triggered in calligraphy, sculpture and other fields?What if this feeling could be triggered frequently?It's exciting just thinking about it.

However, he still doesn't know how the so-called flash of inspiration was triggered, so all his longings can only be kept in his heart, and then he ponders slowly.This kind of thing can't be discussed with others. He didn't even dare to put the information related to Ruyi Gloves into words, so he could only investigate it quietly by himself.

Thinking of this, he nodded helplessly at the old man, "Okay, I will definitely try more, and strive to become the master-level Chinese painting master you call as soon as possible."

Only then was the old man satisfied, and he pointed to the banknotes on the table, "Then you go on, Xiao An and I are silent, you try to find out the feeling as much as possible, if the interval is too long, I'm afraid you will forget, then This feeling is quite precious.”

An Xin nodded quickly when she heard the words, her mouth was tightly shut, but her expression was quite excited.There is a master who is likely to be promoted to a master of traditional Chinese painting, and anyone who changes it will be excited.

Xu Jingxing nodded, tried hard to recall the feeling before, but didn't write for a long time, stood there blankly as if in a daze, but An Xin and Lian Yunhai, the old and the young, held their breaths and watched him without moving. , not daring to make any movement, for fear of disturbing him who was in a "trance".

He stayed for more than ten minutes. During these ten minutes, except for the instinctive breathing and blinking movements, the whole person was like a sculpture, with his eyes staring at the rice paper with only two strokes. To be precise, It was the first pen like a magic pen that he dropped on the rice paper.

In the beginning, he just tried to make himself look for something, without a clear purpose at all, like a headless fly, but soon, he found a little bit of feeling, like a person who accidentally broke into a garden While running, he suddenly saw a bright color, like a cheerful figure, and also like a crisp laughter, which was unpredictable but made the fool's heart itch.

It seems to be right in front of you, but you can't catch it no matter what, that feeling is captivating but uncertain.

So, he ran and ran, chased and chased, and finally, as if he had caught something, he rushed forward——

It's that feeling.

The instant enlightenment made him subconsciously move the brush in his hand. At the moment of writing, he only saw the brush, the rice paper, the ink stains on the rice paper, and the rustling sound of the brush running on the rice paper. The sound was soft and pleasant like It's a nocturnal ditty.

Half an hour later, he finally stopped the brush in his hand, and his consciousness gradually returned to reality from that inexplicable place. He turned his head and saw the old man Lian who was trying to keep calm but his eyes were quite excited. He coughed and asked, "How long?" gone?"

"Uh, it's been almost an hour?" The old man hurriedly asked after a casual answer, "How do you feel?"

Only then did he have time to think about what happened before, and after thinking for a few seconds, he showed a satisfied smile, "Okay, very good." The moment he spoke, bright colors flashed in his eyes, like a person who tasted it for the first time. Little children who taste like toffee.

The old man nodded, "As long as there is something to gain," he said with a smile: "You look like a kid who steals fish."

"Ahem," he almost choked on hearing the words, what kind of metaphor is this?
But the old man's focus is not here. After teasing him, he immediately focused on his painting, looked at it carefully for a while and said, "This painting looks a bit messy."

(End of this chapter)