There are voices of admiration everywhere, endlessly. Although Lin Xiao's face was calm, there was still a little color between his brows. He did not hold back the slightest in this work, and did his best. It should be noted that the simpler a painting is, the more it can test and reflect a person's painting skills.
Long Yin kept nodding, and then asked aloud: "Ye Jia Wuchen, what do you think of this painting?"
The scene fell silent, and all eyes were on him, waiting for his words of "be willing to bow down".
Ye Wuchen glanced at the pair of "Clear Water Lake" calmly, and said: "It's not bad...but if Mr. Lin only has this level, I don't bother to compare with it."
As soon as these extremely arrogant words came out, the scene was dumbfounded, and even Long Yin's face was stunned for a long time, and the voices of the crowd became chaotic again, some were ridiculed, some were disdainful, some were sneering , but no one put on a look of expectation. From what they thought, Ye Wuchen's words were undoubtedly arrogance and feigned disdain to protect their own face. A person dressed as a bachelor even stood up and shouted: "How dare you insult such an amazing work, it's too bad!!"
Ye Wuchen glanced at that person and said: "If this painting is the so-called amazing work in your eyes, it only means that you have never seen a really good painting. In my eyes, no matter the painting skills or Paintings are only worthy of being called crude works!"
Undoubtedly, these words were much more arrogant than just now, and even mercilessly ridiculed Lin Xiao. Lin Xiao's face turned blue, and he regained his composure in an instant. He said calmly, "My paintings are naturally difficult to catch Mr. Ye's eyes. I hope Mr. Ye will give you some advice."
"It's easy to say, since Mr. Lin is so sincere to ask for advice, then I will give you some advice."
The muscles on Lin Xiao's face twitched, and everyone opened their eyes wide to see how this arrogant Mr. Ye would teach him.
Ye Wuchen walked to the drawing board of "By Qingshui Lake", squinted and asked, "May I ask Mr. Lin if he has ever been to Qingshui Lake?"
"Of course I have."
"Then this painting is about the scenery of Qingshui Lake in that season?"
"autumn."
"That's right, so... what about Autumn Wind?"
"... Autumn Wind?"
Ye Wuchen shook his head in disappointment: "The scenery in your painting is not bad, but the whole painting looks lifeless, dull without any sense of freshness, and the painting environment is a mess. You must know the willow wind by the lake, the windless lake It is stagnant water, and the windless willows are dead willows, and the most wonderful lakeside breeze is not reflected in this painting, so this can only be a rough painting."
Before Lin Xiao could answer, the former bachelor shouted again: "You speak lightly! The curling autumn wind is invisible, let alone elusive, how to draw it. If you have the ability, please show us!"
Lin Xiao also nodded and smiled and said, "In this case, I would like to invite Mr. Ye to show us what a cool breeze by the lake is."
Ye Wuchen smiled lightly, and said: "Then you look after it!"
Ye Wuchen picked up the paintbrush, lightly tapped the ink, and drew slanted willow branches on the willow tree, and randomly dotted with dancing willow leaves...
"The so-called 'willow branches grow out of the west and leaves to the east, this is not the real style of painting willows. The wind comes without quality and is difficult to put on paper, and it is cleverly described by willow branches'. This is the style of willow painting. Although the wind itself is invisible, the wind blows willows. Everyone can see!"
(Remarks: This seven-character quatrain comes from Jiang Shi's "Yan Chong's Painting of Willow Swallows".)
After re-grinding, the drop point of the brush also began to change, and shallow ripples loomed on the surface of the lake.
"This is the style of painting with water. There is no wind and no waves. The direction and force of the wind can be described by microwaves. Mr. Lin doesn't even know such simple common sense?"
Lin Xiao: "..."
In the end, Ye Wuchen's paintbrush landed on the woman under the tree, the point of the brush swayed lightly, and a few strands of hair fluttered. Then stop the brush and turn around.
"The hair is the same as the willow silk, and they can be used to describe the wind. There are so many things that can be used to describe the wind, but Mr. Lin has drawn this painting so lifelessly. It's a bit wrong." He shook his head lightly, with a serious look on his face. The color of sighing.
The scene became completely silent for a while. Because they have been shocked speechless. Ye Wuchen's writing speed was so fast that Lin Xiao couldn't beat it at all, and he only sketched in a few strokes for more than ten seconds, and the artistic conception of the painting changed dramatically in an instant. Looking at the painting at this time, they really had the subtle feeling of being there. They seemed to see the willows blowing in the wind, the water rippling, and even felt a breeze blowing towards their faces, bringing a burst of coolness .
Shocked, extremely shocked. Those few brush strokes raised a peerless painting in their eyes to a higher level. From the current painting "Clear Water Lakeside", they began to vaguely realize that Ye Wuchen mentioned before. What is the "painting environment" of the artist.
The middle-aged scribe stared at the painting in a daze, and then with a face of shame, he clasped his fists and said in admiration, "I'm ashamed, I admire it!"
"Okay! Although it's just a few simple strokes, it's really a stroke of genius. I really didn't expect that your accomplishments in painting have reached such a level. I'm so relieved, Bengyin sighed excitedly .
Not only others, Ye family, except Ye Shuiyao, Ye Nu, Ye Wei, and Wang Wenshu all looked surprised, they never expected that Ye Wuchen would give them such a big surprise without warning. Ye Wei whispered to himself: "Could it be that senior Sword God is not only superb in swordsmanship, but also in painting?"
Long Yin went on to say: "I have decided to keep this painting "By Qingshui Lake" jointly completed by these two heroes as a private collection. Although Lin Xiao failed to depict the breeze due to negligence, his painting skills can be said to have reached perfection. It can be seen by people. But Wuchen's understatement has greatly improved the painting's painting environment, which is even more amazing!"
"Your Majesty!" Ye Wuchen turned around, then glanced at Lin Xiao with complicated expressions, and said, "Wuchen disagrees with what Your Majesty said. Although Young Master Lin's painting skills are exquisite, but the distance is too far away to reach perfection." .”
"This..." Long Yin frowned and was speechless for a while.
"May I ask Mr. Lin, what is the pinnacle of painting skills?" Ye Wuchen asked.
"The pinnacle of painting skills is naturally the ability to depict the objects in the painting exactly the same as the real thing!" Lin Xiao replied.
"Oh..." Ye Wuchen walked to the painting, looked at it for a while, and then pointed to a caterpillar on the willow branch with the pen: "Then, may I ask, is Mr. Lin, this little bug, satisfied with his painting?"
Lin Xiao swept his eyes away, and then said arrogantly: "Although I am not talented, I have the qualifications to be arrogant in painting skills. Although this is just a caterpillar for decoration, Lin Xiao feels that it is true to the real thing. There is no difference."
"Oh, really?" Ye Wuchen smiled disapprovingly, then tapped some green ink with a paintbrush, moved the tip of the brush, and drew a caterpillar of the same size on another willow branch, then moved away from the body, the corners of the mouth With a smile, without saying a word.
Due to Qingchong's new painting, the pen and ink are still wet, and it reflects light slightly under the sun, making it seem to be wriggling from a distance. Just when everyone didn't know what happened, a bird chirped suddenly, followed by a girl's melodious call: "Xiaoqing!"
A cyan shadow quickly flew to, flew to the middle, and then swooped down quickly in the air, pecking heavily on the pair of "Clear Water Lakeside" with its long and pointed beak.
With a soft sound, the drawing board shook a few times, and the overpowered blue-haired bird was directly shaken to the ground, struggling to flap its wings. Ye Wuchen picked it up, quietly injected a little Wuchen's power, and easily repaired the little wound it suffered just now.
And a small hole was pecked out on the "Clear Water Lakeside", the position of the small hole happened to be the position of the caterpillar painted by Ye Wuchen. While stroking the unusually docile blue-haired bird in his hand, he said slowly: "If Mr. Lin's painting skills have reached the level comparable to the real thing, what about mine?"