Chapter 62: Wendou - the peak of painting skills

Everywhere is the voice of praise, endless. Although Lin Xiao is calm, there is still a bit of color in the eyebrows. He did not have the slightest reservation, and he did his best. The simpler a painting is, the more it can test and embody a person's painting skills.
Long Hao nodded constantly, then asked out, "Ye Jia Wu Chen, how do you think this painting?"
The scene was quiet, and his eyes were concentrated on him, waiting for his words of "give the wind".
Ye Wuchen glanced at the pair of "Shuishui Lakeside" and said: "Not bad... But if Lin Gongzi only has this level, I will not bother with it."
When the arrogance reached the extreme, the scene was shocked and stunned. Even the face of Long Hao appeared for a long time. The voices of the people were confused again. The sneer had it, the disdain had it, and the sneer had it. But no one has a look of expectation. In their thinking, Ye Wuchen’s sentence is undoubtedly to maintain his face with arrogance and pretense. A person dressed as a bachelor even stood up and shouted: "You dare to insult such amazing work, it is too bad!!"
Ye Wuchen looked at the man and said: "If this painting is a so-called amazing work in your eyes, it can only show that you have not seen a real good painting. This painting is in my eyes, regardless of painting skills, The painting environment is only known as the rough work!"
This is undoubtedly more arrogant than just now, and it is even more unrelenting to ridicule Lin Xiao. Lin Xiao’s face was green, and he returned to calmness in an instant. He said in a light way:
My paintings are naturally difficult to enter Ye Gongzi’s eyes, and I also ask Ye Gongzi not to give advice.

"Well, let's say that since Lin Gongzi is so sincere, I will give you some advice."
The muscles on Lin Xiao’s face twitched, and everyone’s eyes widened to see how the arrogant Ye Gongzi would teach.
Ye Wuchen went to the front of the painting board of "Shuishui Lake" and asked with a squint: "Don't you ask Lin Gongzi if he has been to Qingshui Lake?"
"Of course I have been there."
"So what is the scenery of the season along the Qingshui Lake?"
"autumn."
"Yes, then... autumn wind?"
"... autumn wind?"
Ye Wuchen shook his head in disappointment: "The scenery you painted is not counted, but the whole painting looks dead, the dullness is not the slightest sense of life, the painting is ruined. The lakeside willow wind, the windless lake It is stagnant water, and the windless willow is a dead willow. The most beautiful lakeside breeze is not reflected in this painting. Therefore, this can only be a crude work."
Lin Xiao had not answered yet. The former bachelor shouted again: "You said it is light! You can't see the autumn wind, it's more unpredictable, how to draw it out. You have the ability to show us!"
Lin Xiao also nodded and smiled: "In this case, please ask Ye Gongzi to show me what is the lakeside breeze."
Ye Wuchen smiled lightly and said: "Then you are optimistic!"
Ye Wuchen picked up the brush, tapped the ink, and traced the willow branches on the willow tree, and arbitrarily dotted with a piece of dancing willow...
"The so-called 'Liu Zhixi leaves the east to the east, this non-painted Liu real painting style. The wind is difficult to get on the paper, and it is described by the willow branch. This is the style of the Liu, the wind itself is not visible, the wind blows the willow Everyone is visible!"
(Remarks: This first seven-character quatrain is from Jiang Yan's "Yan Chong Painting Liu Yan.")
After re-sharpening, the falling point of the brush began to change. Above the lake, a shallow ripple was looming.
"This is a style of water painting, no wind and no waves. By microwave can be used to understand the wind and wind of the wind, Lin Gongzi did not even know such common sense?"
Lin Xiao: "..."
Finally, Ye Wuchen's brush fell on the woman under the tree, and the pen swayed, screaming a few flying hairs. Then stop the brush and turn around.
"The hair is the same as the Liusi, and it can be used to make good use of the breeze. There are so many things in the wind, but Lin Gongzi is so dead, so there is something wrong with it." He shook his head gently, his face The color of sigh.
The scene became completely quiet at one time. Because they have been shocked and can't speak. Ye Wuchen's speed of writing was not completely under Lin Xiao, and he just slammed a few strokes, and the outline of the painting took a huge change in an instant. At this time, looking at the painting, they actually had the subtle feeling of immersiveness. They seemed to see the hurricane of the willow, the water ripples, and even felt a breeze coming from the wind, bringing bursts of Cool.
Shocked, extremely shocked. A few of those sly, once again put a peerless good painting in their eyes to a higher height. From the present "Shuishui Lakeside", they began to vaguely realize that Ye Wuchen mentioned before. What is the "drawing environment"?
The middle-aged scribe was in the picture, and this was a shame, and he worshipped and said: "Hey, admire!"
"Well! Although it is only a few simple strokes, it is the real pen of God. I really didn't think that you have achieved such a degree in painting. You are really relieved!!" Big sigh.
It is only others, Ye Jia up and down, in addition to Ye Shui Yao, Ye Nu, Ye Wei, Wang Wenqi Qi Qi's face is very different, how did not think that Ye Wuchen did not have a warning to give them such a big surprise. Ye Wei whispers to himself: "Isn't the sword predecessor not only the swordsmanship, but also the painting skills?"
Long Hao went on to say: "This "Jingshui Lakeside" jointly completed by the two Junjies has decided to accept it as a private possession. Although Lin Xiao has failed to paint a breeze because of negligence, his painting skills can be said to have been degraded. People can be seen. And Wu Chen’s understatement will greatly enhance the painting environment of this painting, which is even more amazing!

"Your Majesty!" Ye Wuchen turned around, and then looked at Lin Xiao, who had a complicated look. He said: "There is no such thing as a singer." Although Lin Gongzi’s painting skills are superb, but the distance has been degraded, it is too far away. ""
"This..." Long Hao frowned, and was speechless for a while.
"Don't ask Lin Gongzi, what is the peak of painting skills?" asked Ye Wuchen.
"The pinnacle of painting skills is naturally able to depict the objects in the paintings and the real objects, no difference!" Lin Xiao replied.
"Oh..." Ye Wuchen went to the painting before watching it for a while, then pointed to a green worm on the willow branch with a pen: "Would you like, this little insect Lin Gongzi feels satisfied with his painting?"
Lin Xiao's eyes swept away, and then his face was proud: "There is no talent in the bottom, but there is also a arrogant qualification on the top of the painting technique. Although this is only a green insect used to embellish, but Lin Xiao feels that even with the real thing There is no difference."
"Oh, isn't it?" Ye Wuchen smiled disapprovingly, then used a brush to order some black ink. The tip of the pen moved and painted a similar size of the green worm on another willow branch, then let the body open, the corner of the mouth Smile, don't say a word.
Because of the new paintings of the worms, the pen and ink are not dry, and they are slightly reflected in the sunlight, and they seem to be squirming at a distance. When everyone was unclear, suddenly a bird rang, and then a sound of a girl’s sweet voice:
Xiaoqing!

A blue shadow flew quickly, flew to the middle, then quickly swooped down in the air, and the pointed beak fell heavily on the side of Clearwater Lake.
A soft bang, the drawing board swayed a few times, and the overwhelming blue-skinned bird was directly shaken to the ground, struggling to flap the wings. Ye Wuchen picked it up and quietly entered a little bit of Wuchen’s power, easily repairing the little bit of trauma he had just received.
On the other side of the "Club Water Lake" was a small hole, and the location of the hole was just the location of the green worm that Ye Wuchen painted. While he stroked the unusually docile blue-winged bird in his hand, he slowly said: "If Lin Gongzi's painting skills have reached the level of the real thing, then what about me?"
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