Could this be a landscape painting depicting a night scene?!

Before they could react, Lin Rui had already begun sketching the night view of the mountains and forests above the afterimage, while other areas were lightly rendered with black ink.

This stroke finally revealed the terrifying skill and outrageous control of the artist!

This seemingly understated rendering completely transforms the painting, presenting the mountain and water features that should exist under the night sky!

This move was truly the finishing touch!

But Lin Rui did not stop. He abandoned the depiction of the clouds and instead sketched a small boat in the river below the mountain. A small figure stood at the bow of the boat, and one could vaguely see that the figure was holding a wine cup and looking up at the sky.

This direction complements the moon's reflection hanging upside down over the river!

Without explicitly mentioning the hanging moon, the poem immediately conveys the image of raising a cup to invite the moon.

The artistic conception is there!

The two old men nodded secretly. Xia Zhou Fusheng's reputation was well-deserved!

After a while, seeing that Lin Rui was about to finish writing, the three elders were about to step forward to appreciate the painting properly when they discovered that Lin Rui suddenly picked up another brush and began to inscribe the painting. They paused in their steps.

Passive aura!

The Five Constants!

The halo of etiquette!

"Have you not seen the Yellow River's waters come from the sky, rushing to the sea never to return?"

Have you not seen the sorrow reflected in the bright mirror of the high hall, where white hair, once black as silk in the morning, has turned to snow by evening?

Enjoy life to the fullest when you're successful; don't let your golden goblet stand empty before the moon.

"Everyone has their own unique talents, and though I may spend all my money, it will come back again."

The elderly man at the head of the group had a bright, shining gaze.

Having also immersed himself in calligraphy for decades, he was well aware of Lin Rui's terrifying skill in the art!

This poem, which is less than a hundred words long, uses three different calligraphic styles: regular script, cursive script, and running script!

Furthermore, he possesses an astonishing level of skill in mastering each font, making him linger over them!

A master of both calligraphy and painting!

Fusheng deserves this title!

At this moment, the three people who were actually in charge of the Xia family had completely agreed with what they had in mind.

In addition, the inscription, especially the last line, "Heaven has endowed me with talents that will surely be put to use; though a thousand pieces of gold are spent, they will return again," perfectly reflects the current situation in Lizhou.

Even if the road is bumpy and there are setbacks, as long as they stay true to themselves and believe that their talents will not be buried, victory will eventually be regained in their hands!

"I've made a fool of myself."

Lin Rui put down his brush and stepped aside with neither arrogance nor servility.

"good!"

The elderly man at the head of the group nodded to Lin Rui, his eyes full of admiration.

If it weren't for the fact that his family only produced one person, Xia Xianci, who was famous throughout the land and was already married, this old man would definitely have made Lin Rui his grandson-in-law.

Moreover, it's the kind of marriage where the eldest granddaughter is married off!

The other two old men were already standing in front of the table, their eyes shining as they admired the landscape painting.

They hadn't noticed anything from a distance, but as they got closer, their pupils contracted involuntarily, because the moment they saw the painting, their vision was filled with the scene reflected in their minds.

It was a cold, starless night. A small boat drifted in the breeze. A scholar in white robes stood at the bow, holding a wine cup in his hand, gazing at the bright moon overhead. He seemed slightly drunk.

They could even sense the melancholy of the white-robed scholar who felt his talents were not being recognized!

Furthermore, they could also sense the dark mountains not far away under the cover of night, and the deep river beneath their feet.

But that wasn't the end of it; unfamiliar voices even appeared in their minds.

The voice seemed to come from the scholar in white, who was softly reciting: "Enjoy life while you can, for tomorrow you may die..."

Suddenly, one of the old men took two steps back, his lips trembling slightly as he said, "This is...this is...a fusion of artistic conception!"