Before Ito could splash ink, the tone sounds were stacked.

A few guests who were impatient in the corner of the banquet hall showed some disgust on their faces.

"This can be blown. Anyone who uses the fragrant ink he uses can also grind it out! Ink that costs at least 300 silver dollars a piece will definitely be fine no matter how you grind it."

But when Ito took a pen to draw a landscape picture, these Chinese literati and poets had nothing to say.

Even laymen can see that the strokes and characters are not ordinary. Not to mention that they can be compared with the calligraphy masters in history, but they are also better than many so-called calligraphers and painters today.

Especially this painting contains the courage of no one else but me. When everyone looked at the painting, the painting made the chest feel stuffy.

If ordinary people meet, it would be fine, but they are all used to calligraphy and painting. Some of them are also experts, and of course they can better understand the wonderfulness and difficulties.

Xiao Zhen curled up his hands slightly, staring at Ito with his eyes tightly, and it looked a bit similar to others.

"Extraordinary, really extraordinary." Yamada Taro, who had been following Ito, suddenly smiled. "The pen tip is vigorous and heart-warming. I have seen the paintings of several famous landscape artists in China. Their paintings are also good, but it is obvious that they lack momentum, and the pen tip is soft and boring."

Taro Yamada showed a straight face and said regretfully, "When calligraphy and painting are all reflected in the author's spirit. Just looking at the calligraphy and painting of Chinese people today, you will know that the Chinese people's nature is not as good as before. Alas, the prosperity and rejuvenation of Greater East Asia also depends on my great Japanese people."

As soon as these words were spoken, both left and right looked at each other.

The Chinese around them looked very good.

Some of the soldiers around Commander Song even looked bad. If it weren't for the present occasion, they would have been able to teach this bastard a lesson.

Yamada Taro didn't seem to think that something was wrong with what he said. He even looked a little sincere, with a smile on his face. As he said, his eyes turned slightly, and suddenly turned his head, "Zhou Sang, if I had known that you were good at calligraphy and painting, you would attend the painting exhibition every year and every month. Come and see, what about this painting of Ito Sang? Is it full of energy? How many people in your country can draw such imposing landscapes!"

Zhou Xingzhi sneered: "Summer insects cannot talk about ice, are you worthy of calligraphy and painting?"

Yamada Taro shook his head: "The demeanor, Zhou Sang is so ungraceful, it's too disappointing."

He raised his eyebrows and said, "There are many people who are good at calligraphy and painting today. It is rare to have free time. Why not make friends with painting and literature to show their skills?"

It was quiet around.

Yamada Taro's words are so ugly. Are the Chinese people really shameless and can't afford to trample on the ground?

Zhou Xingzhi looked gloomy and looked back at his nephew. Commander Song sighed in his heart.

There are many hard bones in China, but there are countless people who have softened their bones under the sword and gun.

Sure enough—a few Chinese people forced a smile and said, "Mr. Yamada is saying."

For a moment, those who responded were like clouds.

Zhou Xingzhi sighed lightly: "Don't care, Yamada Taro made special preparations to make it happy to make Toshisuke Ito."

Almost seven or eight young or older Chinese literati came forward, and these people were still well-known. When they mentioned them, they were often called young talents.

In the eyes of ordinary people, these are all serious talents.

These people all came forward, and everyone was at their desks to write and splash ink.

Freehand painting of landscapes is the elegance of writing.

Soon, one works after another were put out. Yamada Taro shook his head while looking at it: "It's far, it's very far!"

This party invites a group of celebrities from Kotoshima, big names in Dongning Province, and foreign merchants. It is also uncommon for foreigners to watch the fun. Taro Yamada stood at the table and commented one by one.

After commenting, he sighed: "To be fair, your works are already considered good in the current circle of literati in China, and are also first-class."

Yamada Taro looked regretful, "Mr. Ito, I originally wanted to find an opponent for you, so it is easy to compete with, but now it seems, it is difficult!"

In fact, he didn't use his comments. There were few ordinary people who didn't know how to draw at the party, but most of them were intellectuals, and their appreciation level was that they had to admit that the works drawn by this group of people suddenly became inconspicuous compared to those of Mr. Ito.

Mr. Zhu and others suddenly had their faces turned pale and they couldn't help feeling angry.

But at this time, can we say that the real good painters and good calligraphers in our country have not come to the cocktail party?

Shunsuke Ito is not a famous person either!

Later, there were several masters of calligraphy and painting who couldn't stand it and showed their skills. They were not the help Taro Yamada, but they didn't have enough confidence in their hearts.

Yang Yuying didn't plan to join in the fun, but now she stared at the inkstone, but her eyes were slightly raised. She turned around and saw the scene was about to end, then she chuckled: "Mr. Yamada praised Mr. Ito and said that he had ordinary paintings in the sky but not underground. With a few paintings, she said that the Chinese people lost all their energy and spirit? Does paintings really have such a big relationship with people?"

"The painting is like the person, and the words are like the person, so naturally there is no false."

Yamada Taro's eyes fell on Yang Yuying and answered involuntarily. He was also slightly surprised. He should have looked at it with a smile, so why both of them talk too much?

But when facing this woman, he was inexplicably nervous.

Ito Shunsuke's eyes also fell, and the scene suddenly became quiet.

The atmosphere at the reception was solemn, and the sky outside the window was dim. It was already the first time the moon was on, but the lights in the hall were brightly lit, and the lights above the head were in the shape of clusters of peony flowers, which was very luxurious.

"This mysterious Miss Lin still doesn't appear, and it's impetuous as soon as she appears."

Zhou Hong shrank behind the crowd and muttered quietly.

Wang Ningxian didn't say anything, but he also agreed with Zhou Hong. Lin Wanniang's appearance in front of him was more thrilling every time.

Yang Yuying walked out with a lotus step, and she looked a little weak. Her smile was gentle and shy. Although her words were thorny, her voice was soft like a cloud.

"So that's how it is. If he really paints like a person, then Mr. Ito is like an evil ghost, so afraid of people!"

Yang Yuying covered her heart with one hand, revealing a little fear.

Yamada Taro frowned: "What does it mean?"

Everyone couldn't help but follow Yang Yuying's gaze and turned to look at the landscape paintings painted by Shunsuke Ito on the table.

This is what he just drew by hand. The ink traces are not dry. The white clouds are lingering in the sky, the mountains and ridges, the rivers and waters are flowing. The layout is regular and the momentum is imposing. It is a good painting at first glance.

Yamada Taro smiled and said, "If you are not blind, you can see that Mr. Ito's painting is good. Miss. If you have any eyes, go back and treat it quickly. Don't mess around."

Yang Yuying snorted and frowned: "My cousin has never said I was fooling around. OK. Since you all said I was wrong, I will draw one too, so let you see what is a real good painting."

She turned around and bulged her face at Commander Song.

Everyone followed her eyes and saw Commander Song, even Taro Yamada frowned. These Japanese were lawless in Kotoshima, but Commander Song was also lawless.

Taro Yamada didn't dare to offend such a powerful character with someone under his command.

Commander Song's face, which had always been cold and hard, showed a little helplessness and smiled bitterly: "With you, who dares to make your aunt unhappy?"

Everyone was shocked.

Song Yu held back and didn't change his face, but actually got goose bumps on his arms.

Their commander... was infected?

Yang Yuying took two steps and picked up Ito's beloved inkstone in one hand.

Xiao Zhen was standing by the table, preparing to find an opportunity to deal with the tail left behind. At this time, he was shocked when he saw Yang Yuying pick up the thing.

There is a mechanism in his inkstone, and medicine is hidden inside. The medicine and a substance in the Chengni inkstone come into the skin in an instant, and it can instantly enter the body from the pores.

They have tried many times, and today he even took risks and came to the scene to check for the missing and control the situation, but he was worried that he would be contacted in advance by others.

Everything goes well, and there will be no accident in the end, which will harm your compatriots.

He thought, and couldn't even control himself to take a step forward, but in a flash, his whole body suddenly became numb and turned his head, just in time to meet Yang Yuying's lonely eyes, and he couldn't even speak.

Yang Yuying only glanced at her, brushed the ink a few times casually, grabbed the brush, occupied the paper prepared by these people for Ito, and swung it on the blank rice paper casually and gently sketched it.

She is now at the cocktail party, and when she takes action, everyone looks at each other.

Mr. Zhu and several elders and friends who knew Yang Yuying rushed over and the others were curious. In a few minutes, everyone was surprised - 'This lady has such a steep pen tip!'

But soon, everyone didn't even have the strength to sigh.

She drew a lonely mountain, and there was nothing else except the mountains and shadows. It was not a complete painting. However, the mountain was like a mountain and a sword towering into the clouds. Everyone was immersed in their sight. Even deep in their minds, it seemed like a sword light was slashing over from afar. The whole spirit was trembling, and his feet were tightly on the ground, not wanting to move at all.

If it comes to Ito's landscape, you can vaguely feel the sharp and impatient momentum.

Yang Yuying's landscape turned into a sharp sword, breaking through the confusion of people's hearts and making people unconsciously generate a force from the bottom of their hearts.

Everyone can even see the belief in their hearts through this painting. For this belief, people can move forward without regrets.

When they looked at the painting, they felt their bodies trembling and their blood was boiling. Mr. Zhu and others couldn't help but smile a little between their eyebrows and eyes.

The Japanese just said that the Chinese paintings were soft, so the people's temperament was soft. Looking at this picture again, it made Ito's landscape look plain in the blink of an eye.

Like everyone else, Mr. Zhu turned to look at Ito's paintings again.

"Ah! Evil ghost!"

"Ghost, ghost!"

This was not good, and many guests were shocked.

Ito's landscape paintings seem to become yin at this time, and many people can see the mottled blood marks and evil ghosts on it.

Although it was only a short moment, because it was too abrupt and too horrifying, several guests had white faces.

Ito turned his head and looked at it, shaking his body, and hit the table.

Crackling, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table were knocked down, especially the new inkstone drip that fell to the ground and splattered fragments.

The light suddenly became dark, and it was pitch black, and it was chaotic everywhere.

"Who!"

"Don't hit me!"
To be continued...