After performing for three minutes, using more than a dozen foreign languages in turn, Ye Xingyu returned to Mandarin that everyone could understand, and said calmly: "These are all official languages at the national level, and there are more.
I am also proficient in all unofficial regional languages. Take our Tianlong Empire as an example. There are dozens of ethnic groups and hundreds of dialects. I can speak almost all of them, such as Cantonese, Hunan, Wu, Hakka, and Hokkien..."
"Okay, okay!" Huo Hongtu couldn't listen anymore and quickly interrupted with a wave of his hand, for fear that this guy would start his gorgeous show again and it would be endless.
Ye Xingyu kept his mouth shut for the time being. The performance was already convincing enough. If he kept talking in a gibberish manner, it would be overly pretentious and he would be struck by lightning.
In fact, he is not talking nonsense. A powerful soul can make the mind flexible, have a photographic memory, and have an amazing learning ability. No language is difficult for him. It will probably take him a day or two to master it all, including listening, speaking, reading and writing.
None of it is a problem.
The most important thing in learning a language is the language environment, which is constantly exposed to the language and constantly strengthens and deepens the memory. You don’t need to study it deliberately, you can master it naturally.
And Ye Xingyu's memory is strong enough that he can remember it after reading it once and follow it after listening to it once. It is easy to learn without any difficulty.
What's more, he can also steal other people's knowledge and turn what others understand into something he understands.
How to steal? It's simple to say, there are two types: active and passive.
Active stealing means soul searching. He will know what is in someone else's mind after soul searching, but the effect is not guaranteed. He still needs to learn and understand it himself. It does not mean that he can just use it and understand it after searching.
To put it bluntly, soul searching is like searching for keywords on the Internet. Other people's heads are databases. He can read what he searches, but to fully understand it, he has to rely on his own brain.
Passive stealing is awesome. Every time the soul is possessed and reborn, there will be a process of receiving the memory of the deceased. He can take this opportunity to obtain all the knowledge and skills of the deceased and receive them 100%.
This is like copying the data on the hard drive when reinstalling the computer system, just copy and paste, wait for a while, and you can understand it in seconds.
Because of this, Ye Xingyu can speak and write in a wide variety of languages. This is not just a bunch of nonsense, but something real.
Huo Hongtu didn't want to talk to Ye Xingyu anymore, and he was confused by what he heard, so he turned to ask: "You said before that you are proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting?"
"That's right!" Ye Xingyu did not deny it.
Huo Hongtu took off his reading glasses from the bridge of his nose and put them into his coat pocket: "I don't know much about the first three things, but I, the old man, have done some research on painting. Now I'm going to test you."
"Sure, just ask, old man!" Ye Xingyu agreed simply, looking very confident.
On the four walls of this spacious study room, there are many paintings hanging, all of which are ink works. Some are mounted in the form of scrolls, and some are mounted in frames. There are no less than twenty paintings. Huo Hongtu pointed to one of them and asked
Ye Xingyu asked: "How do you evaluate this painting?"
Everyone turned and looked in the direction of his finger, and saw a picture of a tiger with a vertical axis. A colorful giant tiger was lying on a big rock, with its huge mouth open, as if it was about to pounce.
The signature is dated and signed with the word "Hongtu". It seems to be Mr. Huo's own handwriting.
Before Ye Xingyu could speak, Lin Changfeng exclaimed: "What a masterpiece! This tiger is majestic and lifelike. Brother Hongtu's painting skills have improved greatly, and are even better than before. He is almost on par with Daoxuan's masters!"
"Daoxuan" is another name for Wu Daozi, the painting saint of the Tang Dynasty. Lin Changfeng compared Huo Hongtu to Wu Daozi. Even though he knew it was flattery, it made Mr. Huo feel relaxed and happy.
"What the hell, I'm so far behind Daoxuan and the others!" Huo Hongtu waved his hands humbly. Naturally, he wouldn't personally admit that he was comparable to Wu Daozi. That would be really ridiculous, and he doesn't know how high the world is.
But I am really happy. After all, it is a great sense of achievement and satisfaction for my work to be appreciated and praised by others.
Huo Hongtu looked at Ye Xingyu with a smile: "Young man, what do you think?"
Ye Xingyu did not make an evaluation immediately, but first asked seriously: "Does the old man want to hear the truth or a lie?"
Huo Hongtu straightened his face and replied seriously: "Of course it's the truth! What's the point of telling lies?"
Ye Xingyu smiled slightly: "Okay, I'll speak frankly. If I offend you, I hope you'll forgive me!"
When Huo Hongtu heard what he said, his heart skipped a beat, and he immediately had a bad feeling. He was afraid that this guy was going to start a rant right away.
Sure enough, Ye Xingyu was not polite to Huo Hongtu and directly criticized: "This painting has no form and no spirit, this tiger has skin and no bones. In fact, it is a failed work. It is better to burn it!"
Except for Huo Qingshu, who remained calm, everyone else's expressions changed drastically, including Huo Hongtu, who was extremely well-behaved.
This is simply a slap in the face!
It means that your painting is rubbish, but you still have the nerve to show it off. Are you ashamed?
Huo Hongtu was so angry that he blew his beard and stared. The joy he had just enjoyed for a few seconds was gone.
Lin Changfeng was also anxious and angry in his heart. He couldn't figure out what this grandson-in-law wanted to do. I just shamelessly lifted old Huo into the sky, but you kicked him off the clouds and threw him into the dirt.
Aren’t you deliberately trying to tear me down? Wouldn’t it be nice to just say a few nice words to make him happy? Do you have to say shocking things again and again? This will make old Huo angry to death, and you will make enemies even if you don’t have any. What’s more?
The matter of regretting the marriage is still unresolved!
"How dare you say that!" Huo Hongtu's face turned cold, hiding anger, "Since you despise this painting, then explain clearly what is bad about it that leads to such a evaluation!"
Ye Xingyu was neither humble nor arrogant, and replied calmly: "As the saying goes, it is difficult to draw the bones of a tiger when painting its skin. This sentence means that it is not difficult to draw the appearance of a tiger, but it is difficult to show the majesty of the king of beasts.
It’s not easy. The characteristic of traditional ink painting is that it pays attention to the expression of artistic conception and does not pursue the appearance of appearance. If it only has its shape but no spirit, then it is destined to be a failed work."
After a pause, he continued: "The tiger painted by Mr. Huo has no spirit and momentum, it is just a big cat!"
Huo Hongtu sneered: "How do you conclude that I, a tiger, have no momentum?"
Ye Xingyu did not answer directly, but asked instead: "Let me ask, has Mr. Huo ever seen a real tiger in the mountains with his own eyes?"
Huo Hongtu was stunned when he heard this and was speechless. He couldn't answer a word for a long time.