God-level Golden Hand

Chapter 440
Xu Jingxing said hastily: "Old Tang, you are a little self-deprecating. Among other things, your pot-making skills can be crushed to the point of embarrassment."

Tang Xianhai smiled wryly, "It means that the skills in my hands can still support the appearance, otherwise I would have gone back to the countryside to farm a long time ago," he said, pointing to the newly opened needle on the gourd pot : "Go on, I can't wait to see how expressive your craft is."

In this world, there are many genres of arts and crafts, but the core is the same, that is, to use different techniques to express what you want to express. This effect is called expressiveness. Some techniques are very expressive. Some techniques are more expressive than others.

Of course, expressiveness is also closely related to the author's own style.

Xu Jingxing actually had no idea, after all, it was his first time working on this kind of thing, and he had never seen similar works before, so he didn't know what the finished product would be like.

However, judging from the current beginning, the effect is quite good. It actually presents the unique smudge effect of ink and wash, and the color gradient is so natural and smooth.

But the effect is good, but it is also tiring.

His physical fitness is so good that he may not be tired even after a whole day of carving, but after only a short while of acupuncture, his wrists and arms feel a little sleepy. Although he recovered quickly, he can understand the difficulty after thinking about it. .

Moreover, doing this work is not only physically exhausting, but also mentally exhausting. When he was painting just now, he hardly blinked his eyes, for fear that if he was not careful, the piercing would be missed, or the piercing would be too deep, and it would have to be filled in. Re-tie.

It is not difficult to re-tie, but after the rhythm is out of order, it is a bit difficult to try to tie so well.You know, when he is painting, his spirit will be very tense. It’s okay to keep it tight, it’s just a little tired, but it can be tightened and loosened, and then tightened and loosened, once, twice, thrice intermittently. , he will be tossed crazy.

So after he tensed up, he tried his best to do it in one go, and kept falling as long as he could.

Fortunately, it was night, and Tang Xianhai's studio was relatively quiet, so he was not affected by external factors when he was painting.But even so, when he straightened up, more than two hours had passed.

As soon as he stood up, he was still in a trance for a moment, because his nerves were too tense just now, and his attention was all focused on the steel needle in his hand and the purple clay pot in front of him. A little uncomfortable.

After standing still, he let out a long breath of relief, rubbed his sore and sleepy eye sockets, shook his arms vigorously, sat down on the sofa, and said to Tang Xianhai: "Old Tang, let's see how the effect is. "

Without his ordering, Tang Xianhai rushed over with a flashlight, like a hungry wolf who saw fresh meat.

Instead, his precious apprentice obediently poured him a cup of hot tea, gently placed it in front of him, then turned behind him, stretched out his hands to stick to his temples, "Master, let me rub it for you. "

He was indeed a bit tired, with his arms resting on the back of the sofa, his neck leaned back, his whole body seemed to be paralyzed, and he closed his eyes to enjoy the massage from his apprentice.

When Tang Xianhai straightened up, he opened his eyes and asked, "How is it?"

Tang Xianhai let out a long breath, and suddenly read two lines of poems, "The hut under Wolong Peak is secluded, and the bridge outside the gate flows freely; After a pause, he said: "Xiao Xu, I fully understand that artistic creation really depends on talent. The kind of genius who is favored by the patriarchs."

"Ahem, old Tang, it's a bit too much, this is the rhythm of praise!" Xu Jingxing was a little embarrassed by Tang Xianhai's praise.

Tang Xianhai didn't count it as a joke, he waved his hands and said, "It is said that hard work can make up for one's weakness, so I am diligent enough. I have not only worked hard for so many years, but I have not forgotten to study. It is not an exaggeration to say that I have lived and learned, but the result is , compared with you, there is nothing but the experience accumulated over the years and the skills that practice makes perfect."

"Old Tang, let's talk about painting." Although he liked to hear other people's compliments, he was still a little uncomfortable hearing such nasty words, and even felt a little hot on his face.

What's the matter, I really came from a small place, and I can't even stand such a small battle, it's too shameful.

While dissuading Old Tang, he secretly scolded himself for not living up to expectations.

Tang Xianhai didn't know what he was thinking, he smiled with emotion, and asked, "Do you know who wrote the poem I just memorized?"

"Written by Fang Hui of the Song Dynasty, "Ti Wang Qizong's Great Horizontal Plaid Ink Works Far and Light"," Xu Jingxing replied without thinking, and then explained: "Wang Qizong was a great painter in the late Song Dynasty and early Yuan Dynasty. He was good at painting landscapes and trees. Shi, whose works include "Yang Zhonghong Collection" and "Pictures and Paintings", and this poem written by Fang Hui is an inscription and postscript to a certain painting of Wang Qizong."

"As for Fang Hui, his character is very average. According to the current view, he is a person without integrity. However, this man's literary accomplishment is very good. There are many beautiful poems handed down in the world. This inscription is not the most famous. .”

He really has this knowledge at his fingertips, effortlessly, because his father laid a solid foundation for him, and thanks to the transformation of Ruyi Gloves, his memory is so strong that he can hardly recall things he has seen once. If you forget it and show it, you will feel a little omniscient.

No, Old Tang was frightened by him, and stared at him dumbfounded, as if he saw some monster.

An Xin covered her mouth and sniggered. The little girl had seen the horror of Xu Jingxing a long time ago. Her reaction was stronger than Tang Xianhai's before, but now she can finally appreciate the ghost-like expression of others as a bystander. up.

It took a long time for Tang Xianhai to come back to his senses, pointed at Xu Jingxing and opened his mouth, and said after a while: "I am convinced, I am really convinced, even such an unpopular poem and such an unpopular person are clear to my heart, if I say no I don’t believe in family history at all.”

Xu Jingxing smiled, and did not refute the statement of "family origin", because relatively speaking, he was indeed a family origin, because most of his knowledge did come from his father's teachings, but he did not admit it, and Shi smiled and said: "For those of us who are into painting, especially traditional painting, Wang Qizong is not particularly popular, because several poets have written postscripts to his paintings, except for Fang Hui, such as Yang Zai. "

(End of this chapter)