Chapter 68 Painting Skills!

Qian Zifan stood silently in front of the drawing board, glanced at the painting insipidly, and said, "If it's just this level, I think I've won."

Arrogant, Qian Zifan's tone changed and became arrogant. The scene was stunned. Even the boy's face appeared for a long time. Everyone's voice was confused again. There were ridiculers, disdains, sneers, but Yang Xin was looking forward to it. The boy smiled and said, "Well, since you've said that, I want to see. Why do you beat me?"

Qian Zifan took a look at the man and said, "Your painting is not bad, but in my eyes, whether it is painting skills or painting environment, it only deserves to be called a qualified work!" But I think this is your limit.

This is undoubtedly more arrogant than just now, and it mercilessly satirized the boy. The boy's face turned blue, and he regained his composure in an instant. He said indifferently, "My painting is really not very good. Please give me some advice."

"It's easy to say. Since you are so sincere to ask for advice, I'll give you some advice."

The muscles on the man's face **, and everyone continued to wait and see curiously to see how the man who spoke wildly would teach.

Qian Zifan walked to the other party's drawing board and asked sideways, "What is the scenery you imagine now?" Or other seasons?"

"Of course, it's autumn. Now it's autumn, and I'm also impressed."

"Real? What about the autumn wind?"

"Autumn wind?"

Qian Zifan shook his head disappointedly: "The scenery in your painting is not bad, but the whole painting looks a little dead, dull without any sense of freshness, and the painting is a mess. Water is dead water, and willow is even dead willow. Except for the woman in the painting, which is a little flexible, I really can't see anything good.

Before the boy answered, someone in the crowd shouted, "How can the wind be drawn? It's impossible at all. If you have the ability, you can draw it for us!"

The boy should also nod and said, "Yes, since you said so, you can draw."

Qian Zifan smiled indifferently, looked at the boy with a little deep meaning, and said, "Then you can see it!"

Qian Zifan picked up the brush, tapped the ink, and drew sloping willows and branches on the willow tree, and casually dotted with dancing willow leaves...

Re-point the ink, and the landing point of the brush began to change again. Above the lake, shallow ripples loomed...

Finally, his brush fell on the woman under the tree, and the pen swayed gently, drawing a few flying silks. Then stop the brush and turn around.

"It's a pity, it's a pity. If it is re-drawing, I believe this scenery will be very different. He shook his head gently with a sigh on his face.

The scene became completely quiet for a while. Because they have been shocked that they can't speak. Qian Zifan's writing speed was so fast that he was not inferior to the boy at all, and he only had a few strokes. After more than ten seconds of sketching, the artistic conception of the painting changed greatly in an instant. At this time, looking at the painting, they really had a subtle feeling of being immersive. They seemed to see that the water was rippling, and they even felt a breeze coming, bringing bursts of coolness.

Shock, incomparable shock. Those few strokes actually made the painting extremely vivid. Even some vassal and elegant people began to vaguely realize what the "painting environment" mentioned by Qian Zifan before was.

The boy blushed and stood still and didn't know what to do and said, "I'm ashamed, I admire!"

All kinds of exclamations, all kinds of incredible shouts. The enthusiasm at this time far exceeds the previous praise for boys. This kind of painting skill is the real magic skill. Although I have not seen the real master of traditional Chinese painting on the spot, Qian Zifan has undoubtedly done a good job.

Looking at the modified painting... The boy's pride disappeared without a trace. He has lost at this moment.

"I... I lost," the boy said with his head down.

Qian Zifan nodded, accepted it peacefully, and said, "Well, even so, your foundation is still good. If you work harder, you may become a master of painting in the future."

The boy didn't know how to answer. He glanced at Yang Xin standing on the side, turned around and quickly disappeared into the sea of people.

Everyone can see that the boy has lost, and he has already conceded defeat. This is more and more a foil to the power of money. Even if Yang Xin did not blindly throw himself into her arms, she is really full of appreciation for his painting skills.

So, in an instant, the distance between the two people got closer.

"Wait a minute." Chen Mo waved his hand and came out of the crowd and said, "This painting is just ordinary."

Yang Xin saw the person coming clearly, opened her eyes wide and said, "It's you! You are... your name is Chen Mo, but I don't think it's just ordinary. Do you also know how to draw?

Chen Mo did not answer Yang Xin's question, but continued to say, "There are great shortcomings in painting and speed."

"Oh? What do you mean?" Qian Zifan asked. At this time, he was already a little impatient. Originally, when he met this kind of opponent who suddenly killed halfway, he was used to salute first and then soldiers, but with the last experience, looking at Chen Mo in front of him, there was also a sense of anger in his eyes.

"I'd better show you the picture."

Chen Mo turned around, raised his hands, and his eyes followed Yang Xin. He smiled at her, then moved to the drawing board, picked up the brush and some ink. Then he closed his eyes and waved the ink directly without even thinking about it. Changing the pen, biting the ink, and swinging the pen in one go, the movements of the hands are obviously faster than the previous two people, and the arm is unrecognizably shaking white shadows, which is dazzling. Although he didn't know how good he was with painting, everyone couldn't help marveling at this scene. Such hand speed can prove to a large extent that he is not the kind of boastful person.

Chen Mo's body stood a little forward, and the position was just in front of Yang Xin. In addition, he waved his hand like a wind shadow, which made it difficult for people in the field to see what he was painting at this time. The only exception is Yang Xin, who is standing next to him, but her eyes are not on the painting, but on Chen Mo's hand. Because the content of the painting is no longer important, with the technique and speed of his painting, Yang Xin's previous doubts are completely gone.

Why did he take the initiative to stand up and show his painting skills? Because this is something that Chen Mo inevitably wants to destroy. Even if it is a stick, it is not too much to rule out all potential factors. If Yang Xin really gets familiar with Qian Zifan slowly, then it is bound to have more contact with him. This is what Chen Mo doesn't want to see, which is very inconvenient for him to protect secretly. There is also some selfishness in it. As for painting? Chen Mo has indeed learned some traditional Chinese painting, which is still an interest group in junior high school, but why does he have such a high ability? Then Chen Mo's power can be said to have made him more popular to a large extent.

In just about a minute, those who once questioned his arrogance were shocked again. They increasingly understood that it was not arrogance, but because he had such strength.

Almost subconsciously, Qian Zifan, who was once brilliant, was rejected into sight at this time, and few people paid attention to him.

And Chen Mo's painting was also displayed in front of people. He got out of his way and displayed this newly completed work in front of people. But what was greeted was not an exclamation, but a clear silence. Most of the people in the field even looked at each other in con'ssibility.

Anyone can recognize that what is painted on the painting is a lotus flower, and it is not budding. But no matter how I looked at it, I didn't feel anything special. Even Qian Zifan and Yang Xin frowned and looked puzzled. Because this kind of painting is too ordinary, it is not comparable to Qian Zifan's previous painting.

Yang Xin didn't say a word and looked at the work with a suspicious face, but no matter how carefully she observed it, she couldn't see anything magical, and at first glance, the painting looked nothing outstanding, and she felt a little mediocre.

Yang Xin shook her head, looked at Chen Mo and said, "Chen Mo, if you just talk about speed, you are really great, but I don't find anything special about this painting."

Qian Zifan also said, "Your painting, I don't see anything that can compare with me. If it's just this level, I think..."

"Wait a minute, I didn't say it was done." Chen Mo waved his hand.

"Oh? What else can you explain? Is there any mystery in this painting? The suspicion on Yang Xin's face became deeper. Maybe she had seen Chen Mo's kung fu, but she was not too optimistic about her painting skills.

"Please wait a moment." Chen Mo smiled, then turned to the nearest seat nearby, picked up a bottle of whisky placed on it and said, "Look carefully."

Everyone looked at each other again and shook their heads one after another. I don't know what he was going to do with the wine. He pulled out the wine plug, and the unique spicyness of whisky came out. Chen Mo raised his head and took a sip. It should be said that he had never drunk such a thing at ordinary times. The wine was actually swallowed at the moment. After careful consideration, he poured it again after the season, and then sprayed out the painting. The water mist spilled evenly and soaked the whole painting. Then he looked up again and took another sip. After the same few times, he finally got out of his way and stood beside him coolly.

His extremely strange behavior puzzled everyone. Now they have focused their attention on the painting. Then, I don't know how many people's mouths opened wide at the same time, and even their chins were so shocked that they were about to fall to the ground. I don't know how many things that were originally in my hand fell to the ground unconsciously.

It's not just them. Even Qian Zifan, who has always been proud of himself painting, stared roundly, and even his eyes almost popped out.

On the picture, the original budded lotus flowers slowly unfolded the petals, opening like a miracle, and gradually revealing the buds wrapped in them. While they were opening, there was also the originally rough water surface. Because the water traces were faintly reflective under the sun, a piece of water shrewhes from a distance, completely in harmony with Facing the real Wang Qingchi, it is exactly the same.

Yang Xin stood on the side and was at a loss. The man who had felt a little clear about it blurred again, and Chen Mo just smiled and stood aside, and did not see from his smile that he should be proud after completing this feat.

After reading Chen Mo's magic pen, Qian Zifan said with great demeanor, "You... Your painting skills are completely above me. I, Qian Zifan, have opened my eyes today. Which school are you from? Did you learn to draw?