The snow fell even harder in the second half of the night, and the rustling sound of falling snow not only did not sound noisy, but also reflected the tranquility of the mountains. It seemed that there was only snow and wind left between heaven and earth.

There was also fragrant tea delivered by Liu Ke at the right time. As expected, it was boiled by Liu Ke with snow water. It stimulates body fluids and quenches thirst, and the temperature is palatable. It is perfect for sobering up a hangover.

Since getting the Almighty Idle Person System, this is the first time Zhou Yi has been so completely drunk. In the haze, he only remembers a soft body leaning against him, drinking tea for himself, and covering himself with a quilt. It was like a dream, but yet

So real.

I don’t know how long it took, how many times the wind blew, and how thick the snow accumulated. When Zhou Yi, who had slept until he woke up naturally, opened his eyes, the naughty sunshine had penetrated through the cracks in the curtains, shining on his forehead, body, and buttocks.

Go up, warm...

Stretching, he walked down the window and opened the curtains. The sudden strong light made him squint his eyes. He could see that the nearby mountain ridges, the distant hillsides, and the distant pine forests were all covered with trees.

It was full of snow and there was a vast expanse of white everywhere. It was really heavy snow.

After calling twice, I found that Catkins and Little Yezi were not in the room. I opened the window, and cheerful laughter came faintly from behind the raised hillside. Was it a snowball fight or a snowman?

Zhou Yi became more playful and washed his face with great interest. He didn't even bother to eat breakfast and rushed out of the house. He soon found Catkins and Xiao Yezi along the laughter. Two beauties, one big and one small, were wearing

The bright red ski shirts, bloated like two pandas, were laughing and building a snowman. Tang Bao was in front, Liu Ke and Zhang Zhao were behind. The three guys were running while making snowballs with the snow.

A group of people led by Julian were having a snowball fight. The sky was full of flying white balls and crushed snow flakes, and everyone seemed to have become a big child.

Zhou Yizhan looked at this scene with a smile, as if he had returned to his childhood, and his mood became calmer and calmer. He picked up a pine branch from the ground, drew a square on the snow, it was like paper, and then poked and penned.

Rufei, dotted a lot of black dots on this piece of paper. When these black dots formed a certain size, a painting appeared on the snow...

"Uncle Zhou, wake up, you big lazy cat..."

It was Little Ye Zi who discovered Zhou Yi first and trotted up to him: "Uncle Zhou, why are you ignoring me? What are you doing?" Liu Xu and the others saw Zhou Yi staring blankly at the snow, so they also ran over.

Looking at the pictures Zhou Yi drew on the snow, I was a little puzzled.

"Old Zhou, what are you doing?" Tang Bao scratched his head, obviously not understanding that Liu Ke is a wet person in the cultural industry after all. He hesitated for a moment and said: "Could it be a painting?"

"Ah, I see, Uncle Zhou painted it yesterday!"

As a child with imagination, Xiao Yezi stared at Zhou Yi's paintings for a long time, then suddenly clapped his hands and laughed.

"What yesterday? Mashed potatoes or fruit salad?" Tang Bao was confused.

"It's snow, what Uncle Zhou painted is snow!"

"Snow? Could it be that the painting is the scene of snow falling yesterday? It really looks like it. The more I look at it, the more it looks like..."

Being reminded by Little Ye Zi, the adults suddenly realized. At this time, they looked down and saw snow falling in the sky. The more they looked at it, the more realistic they became. The longer they looked at it, the more they looked at it, the more it seemed that the painting would gradually become bigger and bigger.

It was all enveloped, as if time had gone back, and we were back to the moment when the snow was falling yesterday.

"Genius, Brother Zhou is such a genius. This is actually the technique of 'ink reflection' in Chinese painting. You can't do it unless you have the world in mind and the bamboos and trees. I never thought that I would be able to see this superb technique in my lifetime. , What a blessing, what a blessing!”

Liu Ke looked at it intently for a while, then suddenly his body trembled and he praised loudly, but everyone could hear that his words were natural and he did not mean to flatter Zhou Yi.

"Brother Liu, can you learn how to speak like a normal person? What is the technique of 'ink reflection'? Let me tell you about it, don't you know that you are knowledgeable?"

Not to mention Zhang Zhao, even Tang Bao Liu Catkin was confused and looked at Liu Ke with inquiring eyes.

"Haha, it's no wonder that you don't understand Chinese painting. Let me explain..."

Seeing that even Tang Bao looked like he was asking for advice, Liu Ke was very proud. He cleared his throat and said: "Ink paintings in Chinese paintings can depict landscapes and figures. There are all kinds of things in the world, but they only use one color. This is the world." It is difficult for all major painting schools to do, but our ancestors have achieved the pinnacle. Why? This is because the ink painting masters of the past dynasties have carefully studied and created countless techniques, among which 'reflection' is the most difficult to master. , is also the most famous technique, and its creator is not an ordinary person, but an emperor in Chinese history!"

"Still the emperor? Brother Liu, are you kidding me? The emperor has endless amounts of wine to drink and beauties to sleep with. How can he be free to study painting? Who believes it..."

Zhang Zhao's realm is not high. If he were to become the emperor, he would definitely be a coward, with his head full of wine and beauties.

"Old Liu, don't be so pretentious. Is the creator of this technique Li Yu or Song Huizong?" Tang Bao glanced at Zhou Yi, who was still in a trance. He was amazed and asked casually. After all, he was born in a family of officials, no matter how dandy he is. The bastard is still much better than the upstart Zhang Zhao. At least he still knows about Li Yu and Song Huizong.

"Er Master Bao is still knowledgeable. Yes, it was Song Huizong, a master of calligraphy and painting, who created this set of techniques."

Liu Ke chuckled and said: "This emperor is not good at governing the country, but he is good at painting. It is said that one day he was admiring the snow in the back garden. Suddenly he got interested and wanted to draw a picture of the snow garden, but he was responsible for the research. The hand of the ink eunuch was numb from the cold, and he accidentally spilled the ink and stained the drawing paper. He thought he was dead, but he didn't expect that the emperor stared at the drawing paper for a while, but the ink was drawn in random directions. An unprecedented picture of flying snow was produced, and not only did he not die, but he was rewarded because he triggered Song Huizong's inspiration, which can be regarded as a meritorious service."

Zhang Zhao scratched his head and scratched his head when he heard this. He really couldn't understand why Song Huizong wanted to reward this eunuch who had made mistakes. Liu Ke pointed at Zhou Yi's paintings and said, "You still don't understand? Look at Brother Zhou's paintings. They are just like the original ones." Like Huizong of the Song Dynasty, when everyone used black ink to dot the snow in ink paintings, he used black ink to dot the gap between the sky and the falling snow. In this way, the blank space left naturally turned into a sky full of flying snow. This is not better than using black ink to dot the snow. Is the snow painted in black ink more realistic and vivid?"

"Holy crap, it's true. When you say that, the more I look at it, the more it becomes like this!"

Zhang Zhao patted his head and suddenly realized that Tang Bao was also amazed by what he saw. He is a famous player in Kyoto, but he has never played such elegant things as Chinese painting. But now he is becoming more and more interested in it. He feels that Brother Zhou really knows nothing. No, I must ask for more advice when I have time, and be elegant. Hum, when we become elegant, will Sister Miaoyin still be arrogant?

"Brother Zhou is really a strange person. I don't know how many secrets he has hidden..."

Thinking of Zhou Yi's trip to Tengchong, he and Zhang Zhao made a fortune. Now Zhang Yuejin, Li Gang, and Wang Sanfan, who had offended Zhou Yi, were already **** and were not far from complete bankruptcy. Then I thought of Zhou Yi's various Magic methods, wine making, cooking, medical skills... Now he can even show the reflection technique, which is the most difficult to master in traditional Chinese painting. Liu Ke was surprised and happy. What surprised him was that he almost underestimated Zhou Yi and missed this. My friend, I am happy that I am now one of Zhou Yi's few friends in the shopping mall. As long as I stick to this relationship, I don't have to be afraid of any big storms.

"Brother Zhou, Brother Zhou..."

Seeing Zhou Yi's entranced look, Liu Ke was even more shocked. He was considered an expert, so why couldn't he see that Zhou Yi had "enlightened" this technique? Is this even justified... Knowing the "reflection of ink painting" is easy to say, but in fact it is extremely difficult. Even some masters in the field of traditional Chinese painting dare not say that they can fully master it. It often takes several days or even months to paint once, and they have to use the ground as paper like Zhouyi , how many years of skill does it take to make paintings with bamboo branches? This is just an epiphany. If it takes time, it can be done?

Liu Ke didn't want to disturb Zhou Yi, but he was crazy about painting. He was also afraid that Zhou Yi would become the second Mi Fu, so after much deliberation he decided to wake Zhou Yi up.

"Ding, if the conditions are met, the system sub-career will be triggered..."

At this moment, the system voice sounded in Zhou Yi's mind again, and the sub-career of painting art that he had not been looking forward to had started...

***

Liu Ke's niece is a very clean girl. It's not that Zhou Yi took off her clothes to check if the girl is hygienic, but this girl will give people a very comfortable clean look when she stands in front of anyone. Like dewy grass illuminated by the morning sun, fresh and fresh. Her name is Bai Bingbing, her name is very star-like, her surname is very ethnic, her manners are very girl-next-door, and she has the silly air of an artist about her.

Her Western painting professor is a half-Chinese man. He is clearly a wretched uncle with a stubble on his face, but he chooses to dress up in a nondescript Tang suit like Clinton did when he visited China. He has a big belly and holds a hand in his hand. He was holding a pipe without any tobacco leaves, just like that of an artist, and very different from the working people.

There's something wrong with this guy's eyes, he always looks at young women's waists and butts, but he still looks at them unscrupulously, with a sense of superiority like that of a famous artist, overtly and covertly showing that 'looking at you means flattering you' Inexplicably proud, Zhou Yi didn't like this person very much, so after Liu Ke introduced him, he glanced at Bai Bingbing and nodded to Bai Bingbing with a smile. He was very surprised that such a clean girl could follow such a beast. ?

"Are you Zhou Yi? Haha, my cousin said that you are so awesome that you actually learned 'ink painting reflection' by yourself?"

Bai Bingbing turned around without any pretense, as light as a little swallow: "But I don't quite believe it. Do you have the ability to use counterattack techniques to draw me out?"

As he said that, he stuck out his tongue at the catkins, showing my goodwill toward your boyfriend that he didn't have any overstepping thoughts...

(To be continued)

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