Chapter 61: Wendou - "Cleanwater Lake"

(I used to confuse Lin and Ye recently, and all the careful classmates also helped remind me seven or eight times. Hey. Now I finally understand why most authors like to use Dongfang, Ximen, Nangong when writing Dongyue. North Ming - because these surnames are not easy to confuse. And this book is a little embarrassing Lin and Ye, if you add a Yang, it is estimated that you will not find the North in the chaos. The following book must come back to something north and south !
In addition, after another 70,000 words, the 2k party will be transferred to the 3k party, ah! )
A quarter of an hour! ? Looking at the painting board of the one-meter square, everyone was surprised. To complete such a large painting in a quarter of an hour, not to mention the leaflessness of Ye Wuchen, even if it is too strong for the talented Lin Biao, it should be too strong.
Then, neither of them raised an objection, they were respectful voices, and then they stood in front of a drawing board supported by a wooden frame, and their faces were equally calm. Ye Wuchen's calm makes Lin Xiao a little wary, but he believes that even if Ye Wuchen really has superb painting skills, it can never be his opponent.
"So, you can start now. After a quarter of an hour, the outcome will be assessed by everyone here. Li Lao, you calculate the time."
"Yes!"
When the dragon's voice fell, the audience quickly and quietly, and both eyes quietly watched the middle of the battlefield destroyed by the flames, dare not make too loud a voice, fearing to alarm them.
Lin Xiao's eyes are lightly closed, and the hand-held brush hangs on the paper, but it does not fall. It seems that a picture is pre-structured in the brain. And Ye Wuchen... His body was tilted, his eyes fell on Lin Xiao, and he looked at him with interest. There was no meaning to start painting. Instead, he seemed to want to see how Lin Xiao wrote.
Everyone has both a clear and a little disappointment. It seems that Master Ye Jia intends to give up at the beginning, this game is destined to become the performance of the young Master Lin.
Finally, after about a minute, Lin Xiaoyu opened his eyes, then the brush fell, and his right hand quickly swung on the drawing paper. The speed of the pen was so fast that even his hands were almost invisible, only to see A swaying shadow.
At this time, Lin Xiao’s expression was focused, and he did not squint. He looked straight at the drawing board in front of him, and turned a blind eye to the gaze of everyone and the abnormality of Ye Wuchen. It was like entering a kind of forgetting everything, only the picturelessness of the picture. .
After half a minute, his eyes suddenly closed, but he still moved like a pen. He constantly changed his pen and changed ink, but he never had a mistake or pause.
"Hey, he actually painted with his eyes closed! How can this be done?" Huashui asked softly.
"This, how do I know. I will not do this Rush painting if I go to my fingers."
In fact, Huashui’s soft questioning has already been regretted, because her screening is not a painting.
The blue-skinned bird on her shoulder gave another sigh of sadness. Hua Shui softly held it in his hand, while comforting and whispering: "Qinger, wait a little longer, then you can go home. You can eat whatever you want."
Closed eyes painting... Ye Wuchen brow slightly wrinkled. It seems that this "Dragon's first talent" is not a name.
He remembers that in his original world, there were many people who could close their eyes, but those who could close their eyes and paint to this extent had never heard of it - of course, except himself. To achieve this level, you must first integrate your heart into a subtle picture, and have a picture in your heart, so that even if you close your eyes, your hand can freely depict the painting in your heart. But to reach this level, the difficulty is even hard to imagine.
And everyone was already stunned, not to mention what kind of painting he would make, and the result would be just that his state of painting at this time was enough to make them amazed and he even closed his eyes.
A little bit of time passed, Ye Wuchen still did not move the pen, but looked at Lin Xiao’s hand movements. At that time, the original white paper has already depicted the sky and white clouds, the bank of the willow river, and this is exactly the place that Long Hao just mentioned.
According to his speed, there is no need for a quarter of an hour, and even a very species is not needed, Ye Wuchen thinks.
It seems that Master Ye Jia really gave up. Everyone thought again. It's no wonder that if they face Lin Xiao's skillful painting skills, they don't have the courage to write ugly, but they are not as clean and honest.
Sure enough, as Ye Wuchen expected, very kind of just falling, Lin Xiao made the final stroke, and finally opened his eyes, put the brush down, but did not look at the painting in front of his eyes, but looked at him as he looked at him. Ye Wuchen, a corner of the mouth twitched a touch of smile.
Looking at the white paper in front of him without ink, he knew that he won, and he won the thorough.
"Your Majesty, Lin Xiao has already completed, please look at it." Lin Xiao finished, let the body open, and show this just finished work in the eyes of everyone.
Suddenly, the field was uploaded with a burst of uncontrollable amazement.
The sky is blue and a few white clouds are dotted. Under the sky, there is a clear lake lying in the lake. The lake is full of water, there are fish spitting, there is a boat swimming, a willow on the lakeside is drooping, and an autumn raft on the branch seems to be ringing. Under the tree, the young girl stands in the tree, and her eyebrows are filled with joy and fascination. Occasionally, the willow branches are seen on the ground, and some are already yellow.
A very ordinary painting, there is no place for any color, but the superb and unparalleled painting skills make everyone convinced and make a loud surprise.
"Your Majesty, isn't Lin Gongzi's painting exactly the side of Qingshui Lake you are going to? It's exactly the same as the real one." A follower behind Long Hao praised.
"Yes! Lin Xiao knows my heart, good! Good painting! It's really good!" Long Hao sighed loudly and did not despise his own praise.
Lin Xiao personally slowly propped up the support of the drawing board, so that everyone in the surrounding direction can see clearly, and the exclamation sounds one after another with the rotation of the scroll. Their voice has already explained everything.
Even Ye Wei and Wang Wenzhao have to admit that Lin Xiao’s painting skills have indeed reached the height of their peak.
"This painting is called "The Clear Water Lake", which is the most common painting scene. The talented Lin Xiao heard that he wants to go to Qingshui Lake, and he misses it in his heart. Lin Xiaocai is shallow, but it makes everyone laugh." After Lin Xiao finished, he gave a ceremony.

How do you feel about this painting?
Long Hao asked. The majestic voice spread throughout the square with a heavy penetrating power.
"Good! This painting is so immersive that there is no such thing as a slogan. The old man has been painting for decades and he is self-righteous. Today, he has to say a word of 'service'!"
"It is amazing to be able to complete such a peerless painting in such a short period of time."
"This painting is much stronger than Lin Gongzi’s efforts in the fighting competition a few days ago. It seems that Lin Gongzi did have reservations at the beginning."
"Drawing a simple picture painting to such a degree is really worthy of the name of the first talent of Tianlong. Today is really an eye-opener."
"Lin Gongzi's painting skills are high, but they are only seen in life."
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