A generation of masters starts from DC

Chapter 61 Chinese Painting. Three Handed down Works
On Sunday morning, the spring is beautiful and the sun is infinitely good. Dick Grayson is wearing a hockey uniform, carrying a package of hockey equipment and knocking on the door of Moriko's bedroom. Helena and Barbara are wearing formal suits, sun hats, and pink vests , knee-length skirts, etc. are downstairs.

bang bang bang~
"We and Helena are going to participate in the ice hockey fellowship game of our alma mater. Helena begged us for a long time before we are willing to take her there. Eaton, are you willing to go with us?"

There was no response from the back of the room.

Downstairs, Helena put her hands on her hips and snorted.

Damn Eaton, don't give them face at all.

Still thinking about reconciling with him.

Barbara watched Dick knock on the door, "Although Bruce has walked out of the Batcave these days, he hardly sees or talks to us. I heard that Bruce took the initiative to call Eaton, and sometimes I I don't know what Bruce is thinking."

Helena pursed her lips, "Who knows. Once you have a son, forget about your daughter!"

Upstairs, Dick Grayson raised his eyebrows strangely. Why did Eaton not give any response when he knocked on the door for so long?
Isn't something wrong?

He deftly used a wire to pry open the door lock, clicked, and pushed the doorknob to open it. The moment he opened it, Dick Grayson's heart skipped a beat. He opened his mouth wide and looked at everything in the room.

The windows were opened, and the bright air and sunlight poured in, bathing people's hearts.

Inside the bright bedroom, there are mountains and waters, rice paper with many ghosts drawn on it, and complicated picture numbers that I can't understand at all.

Eaton held three writing brushes in his mouth, held two writing brushes in his left hand and right hand respectively, and swayed freely, chasing the sun with lightning speed. He actually painted on three giant rice papers by himself at the same time, and the bedroom of more than 100 square meters spanned three magical brushes. The wonderful paintings are like approaching the world of ink and wash.

Barbara and Helena waited impatiently for a long time, and when they came up to have a look, they looked dumbfounded.

The spring breeze at the bottom of the landscape, the spring is full of vitality, everything grows among the mountains, the peaks are overlapping, the eagle strikes the sky, the spring water is the same color as the bamboo and the birds, the trees are beautiful, the tender grass is exuberant, the pavilions and pavilions are built against the mountains, and there is a natural beauty. Poetry.

The three of them have never seen it before, and with just a few strokes and light sketches, they can express the spirit of a tree, a flower, pine rocks and mountain streams so vividly, the distant mountains are black, and the nearby mountains are steep.

The three of them took a closer look, and found that this seemingly spring-like beauty actually contained the murderous intent of towering mountains and strange horses.

However, this precipitousness pales in comparison to the 'demon'-filled painting on the left.

There are hundreds of ghosts walking at night on the white rice paper, like a picture of suffering in hell. The scariest thing about these monsters is that their heads are different, some have huge heads, some bite people's limbs, and some have blue-faced fangs...

But the body is all skeletons!All skeletons.

After taking a closer look, Dick Grayson discovered with sweat running down his back that this group of skeletons/monsters were... dancing, crazy dancing, beautiful posture, but the image was not quite right.They dance around a purple-red ball in the middle, as if the whole world is in it.

Senguang lightly taps on this picture of a hundred ghosts, and the thick and thin brush and ink structure changes in light and dark, which makes the atmosphere of this ink painting depicting gods and ghosts more depressing, and the purple-red light in the center is dazzling.He took a sip of water and sprayed it on.

All three people at the door trembled.

Everyone has a tendency to appreciate the good things.

For example, if a place is clean, you will not think about throwing garbage here.

Now, seeing the ink painting that seemed to be the pinnacle of skill being sprayed on by Eaton, the three of them regretted and felt that they had no position.

Other authors didn't say anything, what qualifications do they have to speak.

But after the picture of the hundred ghosts was poured with clear water, the ink melted a bit and fell down. The pupils of the hundred ghosts came alive in this change, lifelike and lifelike, revealing their fierce appearance.

Sen Guang looked back at them and explained: "The fire is too hot, we need some water to lower the fire."

The third picture!

The octagonal diagram that none of them could understand, the Senguang pen and the Jin Ge silver pen lightly sketched a few strokes on the completed whole.Only then did the three of them realize that the middle of this octagonal diagram is a complicated human world.

There are lawyers, doctors, beggars, pedestrians, laborers...

At first glance, it is just a strange and special pattern, but upon closer inspection, it is found that there are sentient beings up and down in this octagonal pattern.

After completing the three pens, Mori Guang took out the custom-made seal from his pocket and pressed it on the three rice papers. The signature was the English name, Yi Dun.

Later, a special method was used to conceal the inscription to facilitate counterfeiting.

Today is Sunday, just in time.

He felt it, and based on the artistic conception of the three kinds of magical skills, he drew these three masterpieces to sort out his perception of martial arts.

Even if I am myself, I may not be able to draw it again in a short time.

"Brother, why are you here?"

Sen Guang bit a few pens and put the seal into the box, but he still accidentally got a little cinnabar on his fingers.

Dick Grayson woke up suddenly, he looked at Sen Guang and said nothing.

"what happened?"

Mori Guang turned around, but saw three people looking at him in disbelief.

Although Dick and the others don't know how to paint, the real master is to let a person who doesn't know art at all see the first moment of his painting and feel the effect of a cosmic explosion.Obviously, Moriguang has realized it now.

The level of level 10 Chinese painting. Xia and level 10 Chinese painting. Ren is probably one of the gods in the world of Chinese painting, and it can become a style.

Dick Grayson put away his surprise. After all, he had a lot of experience, but he didn't expect the master to be by his side.Speaking of which, Eaton was already a talented chess player, but unexpectedly he was also a great painter.

"We just didn't expect, haha, Eaton, you still have this hobby. Very good, my brother is very supportive of you, but men, you can't play chess and write all day long. Today I have an ice hockey game. Brother, you are going Shall we go see together?"

"This is a man's sport!"

Barbara wandered in front of these ink treasures, feeling the atmosphere of civilization far away from the Pacific Ocean and the torrent of 2000 years of history.

She raised her head, leaned in front of Mo Bao and breathed lightly, as if sniffing a beautiful rose.

Hearing Dick Grayson's voice, Barbara glared at him angrily. "Shut up, you, you are just the left back of the team, don't make it seem like you are a very powerful person."

"I'm different from you, a guy with no artistic talent. Eaton's paintings are called Chinese paintings, which focus on freehand brushwork rather than form. It's just that I have never seen this kind of ink painting of this level. Even if Qi Baishi is alive, Huang Binhong is still alive, so he will be ashamed of himself in these three paintings."

She looked at Moriguang excitedly, "Eton, I didn't expect you to have this skill. You remind me of Picasso, no, do you know a man named Henri Rousseau? He is a man who has never received professional training since he was a child. , by the genius of instinctive painting."

"Generally, the world's top painters need to receive professional training from an early age, but Henry is just like you, even if he has not received professional training since childhood, he can still draw the world's top works."

"That's talent, you were born to paint."

Dick Grayson felt a little ashamed of himself. "It's not that much exaggeration, it's just more beautiful."

"nice?"

Barbara looked at her boyfriend with disgust, "You are like a gorilla."

Helena blushed slightly, and she felt overwhelmed by Eaton's achievements.

They are also Bruce's children, but the gap is a bit big.

She has been educated in a prestigious private school since she was a child, and she is pampered and superior to others in every way, receiving the best resources and the most praise.

But what about Eaton?

Everyone knows Eaton's experience. He has been wandering on the streets since he was seven years old, and he has no conditions to learn anything.

The only possibility can only be attributed to personal genius.

Helena turned away and clenched her fists.

"What's wrong with her?" Senguang asked strangely.

"Don't pay attention to her, who can think clearly about the little girl." Barbara said, "Eaton, do you want to go to Dick's game?"

watch the game?
Morikou put away his brush and looked at Dick apologetically. "Sorry, I finally had a Sunday and didn't want to go out."

"Come on, Dick!"

Dick Grayson scratched the back of his head and said with a smirk, "It's okay. My brother will win you a championship trophy and come back to play."

Barbara looked at her boyfriend helplessly and sighed.

Ugh.

After everyone in the Bat Family left, Mori Guang came to Butler Alfred with three ink paintings on his back.

He spread the painting forward.

Alfred smiled casually, and his smile froze.

"Young master, did you rob the museum? Is this an ancient famous painting from the Far Eastern Empire? Hey, why didn't the ink dry?"

Sengoku blinked his eyes.

"I drew it."

Then, before Alfred recovered, he added: "But I don't want people to know that I painted it. Please hang three paintings under the three celebrities of the three ancient Far East empires, and then put the paintings The price has gone up."

"And, I want to put the showroom in the East District."

"In order to save money, our showroom only needs to hire two 60-year-old men as security guards."

Alfred didn't know what the young master was going to do, but when he saw Moriguang's meaningful smile, the smile was so similar.

Isn't this the smile that Master Bruce showed to himself when he just became Batman?

I……

Alfred took the painting and left, Moriguang was relieved, the old butler was absolutely at ease in handling his affairs.

Moriguang smiled, "How can the Mutual Aid Society at this moment be comparable to the two super gangs that have occupied the streets of the Eastern District for decades?"

"But if you fight yourself over something, it's hard to say."

"Although money touches people, it also hurts people."

"You guys just... fight on your own. During this period of time, I will take good care of the martial arts affairs and use my identity as a martial arts hall to cover up my connection with the Mutual Aid Association."

Mori Guang thought for a while, in order to prevent accidents, he still had to snatch his three calligraphy after the Mutual Aid Association.

Only in this way can we disassociate ourselves from the mutual aid association.

(End of this chapter)