One quarter of an hour! ? Looking at the one-meter-square drawing board, everyone was amazed. To complete such a large painting within a quarter of an hour, not to mention Ye Wuchen, who doesn't know the depth, should be too difficult even for the genius Lin Xiao.
Then, none of the two raised objections, they all responded respectfully, and then stood in front of a drawing board supported by a wooden frame, their faces equally calm. Ye Wuchen's calm made Lin Xiao a little wary, but he believed that even if Ye Wuchen really had superb painting skills, he would never be his opponent.
"Then, you can start now. After a quarter of an hour, the winner will be judged by everyone here. Mr. Li, you should calculate the time."
"yes!"
When Long Yin's voice fell, the whole audience quickly quieted down, their eyes were silently watching the arena in the middle that was destroyed by the flames, and they didn't dare to make too much noise for fear of disturbing them.
Lin Xiao closed his eyes lightly, and hung the paintbrush on the paper without falling down, as if he was pre-constructing a picture scroll in his mind. And Ye Wuchen... His body tilted, his eyes fell on Lin Xiao unexpectedly, he looked at him with interest, without any intention of starting to paint, but seemed to want to see how Lin Xiao would write.
Everyone knew it, but they were also a little disappointed. It seems that the young master of the Ye family planned to give up from the very beginning, and this match was destined to become the performance of the young master of the Lin family.
Finally, after about a minute, Lin Xiao opened his eyes, then dropped the brush, and waved his right hand quickly on the drawing paper. The speed of writing was so fast that he could hardly see his hand clearly. A shaking phantom.
At this moment, Lin Xiao's expression was focused, without squinting, he looked straight at the drawing board in front of him, completely turning a blind eye to everyone's gaze and Ye Wuchen's abnormality, as if he had entered a state of selflessness where he forgot everything and only saw the scroll in his eyes .
Another half a minute later, his eyes suddenly closed again, but he still moved his pen like flying, changing pens and inks constantly in the middle, but there was never a moment of mistake or pause.
"Daddy, he actually draws with his eyes closed! How can he do this?" Hua Shuirou asked softly.
"Well, how do I know. Even if I'm free to count my toes, I wouldn't do this kind of painting."
In fact, Hua Shuirou regretted it as soon as she asked, because her father didn't even know a few big characters, let alone painting.
The blue-haired bird on her shoulder uttered another mournful chirp. Hua Shuirou held it in her hand, and said softly while comforting: "Qing'er, good boy, wait a little longer, and then you can go home. You can eat whatever you want."
Close your eyes and draw... Ye Wuchen frowned slightly. It seems that this "Tianlong's No. 1 Talent" is not in vain.
He remembered that in his original world, there were quite a few people who could draw with their eyes closed, but he had never heard of anyone who could draw with their eyes closed to this level—except for himself, of course. To achieve this level, you must first integrate your heart into a subtle painting environment, so that there is a painting in your heart, so that even if you close your eyes, your hands can freely describe the painting in your heart. But to achieve this state, the difficulty is even unimaginable for ordinary people.
And everyone was stunned, not to mention what kind of painting he would make, and what the result would be, just the state of his painting at this time is enough to make them amazed--and, he still has his eyes closed.
As time passed, Ye Wuchen still didn't start writing, but just watched Lin Xiao's movements helplessly. The original white drawing paper has already depicted white clouds in the sky and the banks of the Willow River, and this is exactly the place Long Yin mentioned just now.
According to his speed, it would not take fifteen minutes at all, not even ten minutes, Ye Wuchen thought.
It seems that the young master of the Ye family really gave up. Everyone thought again. No wonder, if they were facing Lin Xiao's superb painting skills, they would not have the courage to make a show of their shame, so they might as well admit defeat cleanly.
Sure enough, just as Ye Wuchen expected, Lin Xiao drew the last stroke, then finally opened his eyes, put down the brush, but did not look at the painting in front of him, but looked to the side and also looked at him. Ye Wuchen, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Looking at the blank paper in front of him, he knew that he had won, and he had won thoroughly.
"Your Majesty, Lin Xiao has finished, please have a look." After Lin Xiao finished speaking, he stepped aside and showed the newly completed work in the eyes of everyone.
Suddenly, there was an uncontrollable exclamation from the field.
The sky is blue, dotted with a few white clouds. There is a clear lake lying quietly under the sky. The water in the lake is sparkling, with fish bubbling and boats swimming. A willow droops by the lake, and a cicada on a branch seems to be singing joyfully. Under the tree, a young girl stands by the tree, with a touch of joy in her brows, intoxicated by the beautiful scenery of the lake in front of her. There are occasional willow leaves and willow branches on the ground, some of which have withered and yellowed.
It was a very ordinary painting, and there was nothing brilliant about it in terms of conception, but the exquisite and incomparable painting skills made everyone admire and let out a sigh of relief.
"Your Majesty, isn't Mr. Lin's painting the Qingshui Lake you are going to go to? It is exactly the same as the real thing." A follower behind Long Yin praised.
"That's right! Lin Xiao knows my intentions, good! Great painting! Really good painting!" Long Yin sighed loudly, not stingy with his words of praise.
Lin Xiao slowly rotated the bracket supporting the drawing board himself, so that people in every direction around could see clearly, and the exclamation sounded one after another as the scroll rotated. Their cries have said it all.
Even Ye Wei and Wang Wenshu had to admit that Lin Xiao's painting skills had really reached the peak.
"The name of this painting is "By Qingshui Lake", and it is the most common painting. Just now, when Lin Xiao heard that His Majesty was going to Qingshui Lake, he remembered this painting in his heart. Lin Xiao's lack of talent and learning made everyone laugh." After Lin Xiao finished speaking, he bowed to his surroundings.
"What do you guys think of this painting?" Long Yin asked. The majestic voice spread throughout the square with a heavy penetrating force.
"Good! This painting is so immersive, there are no flaws at all. I have been painting for decades, and I think it is difficult for others to match. Today, I have to say the word 'convincing'!"
"It is amazing to be able to complete such a peerless painting in such a short period of time."
"This painting is many times better than what Mr. Lin did in the Wendou competition a few days ago. It seems that Mr. Lin did have reservations at the beginning."
"Drawing a simple pictorial painting to such an extent is really worthy of the title of 'Tianlong's No. 1 Talent'. Today is really an eye-opener."
"Mr. Lin's high painting skills are really rare in his life."
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