Heavenly Star

(Recently, Lin and Ye have always been mixed up, and your careful classmates have helped to remind you seven or eight times. Shame. Shame. Now it's finally beginning to understand why most authors like to use Oriental, Siemens, South Palace, North Pluto when writing East Illusion - because these names are not easy to confuse. And the book is a bit clumsy if it's just Lin and Ye. If you add another Yang, you probably won't be able to find the north. So the next book has to be one more thing, North and South!

Plus, in 70,000 words, you'll be converted from two to three, hmm!

One minute!? Everyone was surprised when they looked at the square drawing board. To complete such a large painting in a moment, not to mention the deep and shallow Ye Wuchen, even though it should be too hard for the genius Lin Xiao.

None of them then objected, both respectfully answered, and then stood in front of a drawing board supported by a wooden frame, their faces equally calm. Ye Wuchen's calm cautioned Lin Xiao slightly, but he believed that even though Ye Wuchen really had excellent painting skills, he could never be his opponent.

“Well, you can start now. In a moment's time, the victory will be judged by everyone here. Old Li, you calculate the time. ”

“Yes!”

When the sound of the dragonfly fell, the whole field also quickly calmed down, one pair of eyes quietly stared at the fiery stadium in the middle, afraid to make too loud a noise, only to scare them.

Lin Xiaomei closed his eyes gently, and the handheld brush hung on the paper, but did not fall. It seemed that a painting roll was pre-constructed in his brain. Ye Wuchen... His body leaned, his eyes actually fell on Lin Xiao. He looked at him with interest. He had no intention of starting painting, but seemed to want to see how Lin Xiao wrote the pen.

Everyone was disappointed. Looks like Young Master Ye was going to give up from the start. This game is destined to become a performance of Young Master Lin.

Finally, after about a minute, Lin Xiao opened his eyes, then the brush fell, his right hand quickly waved on the drawing paper, the speed of the next pen is almost impossible to see even his hand, only a shaky fiction can be seen.

At this time, Lin Xiao's expression was focused, his eyes were not oblique, he looked straight at the drawing board in front of him, his eyes on everyone and the abnormality of Ye Wuchen were completely ignored, as if he had entered a kind of forgetfulness, only the painting scroll of selflessness in his eyes.

Half a minute later, his eyes suddenly closed, but the pen was still flying, constantly changing pens and ink in the middle, but there was never a moment of error or pause.

“Dad, he's painting with his eyes closed! How can this be done?” Flower water asked softly.

“This, how do I know. I wouldn't have done this Rausch painting if I'd counted my toes at leisure. ”

In fact, flowers and water have regretted asking the exit, because her father doesn't speak of painting, he doesn't even know a few words.

The blueberry bird on her shoulder sounded another moaning softness. Flower softly held it in her hand, softening her voice: “Young child, wait a little longer, then you can go home. Whatever you want. ”

Close your eyes... Ye Wuchen frowned slightly. It seems that this "Tianlong First Talent” is not a vain name.

He remembers that in his original world, there were a lot of people who could do it, but never heard of anyone who could do it -- except himself, of course. To reach this level, you must first integrate your mind into a delicate picture, so that even if you close your eyes, your hands can freely portray the picture in your heart. But in order to reach this level, it is even difficult for ordinary people to imagine.

And the people were already staring at each other, not to mention what kind of painting he was going to make, but what would be the result, just because he was in the state of painting at the moment was enough to amaze them, and he was still closing his eyes.

Little by little, Ye Wuchen still had no pen, but just watched Lin Xiao's actions. The original white paper already depicts the white clouds of the sky, on the banks of the Yang Liu River, and this is exactly where the dragonfly was going.

At his speed, he doesn't need a minute, not even ten, Ye Wuchen thought of it.

Young Master Ye did give up. People think about it again. No wonder, if they faced Lin Xiao, a magical painting skill, they didn't have the courage to make an ugly contribution, so it's better to admit to losing clean.

Indeed, as Ye Wuchen expected, ten kinds of new arrival, Lin Xiao drew the last one, then finally opened his eyes, put the brush down, but did not look at the painting in front of him, but looked beside him also looking at his Ye Wuchen, the corner of his mouth pulled a slight smile.

Looking at the blank paper in front of him without ink, he knew he had won and had won completely.

“Your Majesty, Lin Xiao has been completed, please look.” Lin Xiao finished his speech, let go of his body and show this just finished piece in the sight of everyone.

Suddenly, the field was filled with an uncontrollable exclamation.

The sky is blue with a few white clouds. Under the sky lies a clear lake with sparkling water, fish spewing, boat swimming, a Yang Liu hanging low by the lake, and a fall cicada over the branches sounds like a roar. The young girl stood by the tree, and the eyebrows filled with delight, intoxicated by the lakeside view. Willow branches were occasionally seen above the ground, some of them already dead yellow.

A very ordinary painting with no great intentions, but a superb painting technique that is unparalleled makes everyone feel comfortable and make a shout of surprise.

“Your Majesty, isn't that what Mr. Lin painted by the Lake Clean Water you were going to go to? It's exactly the same as it really is.” One of the followers behind the dragonfly sighed with praise.

“Exactly! Lin Xiao knows what I'm thinking. Okay! Good painting!” The dragonfly sighed loudly and was not stingy with his praise.

Lin Xiao himself slowly rotated to support the scaffold of the drawing board, so that everyone in every direction around him could see clearly, and the exclamation sounded one after another as the drawing roll rotated. Their voices have made everything clear.

Even Yevy and Wang Wenxiao had to admit that Lin Xiao's painting skills had really reached the height of peak creation.

“This painting is called" The Shores of Clean Water Lake "and is the most ordinary painting. Lin Xiaoxiao heard that His Majesty wanted to go to Lake Shimizu. He missed it and did so inherently. Lin Xiao was a shallow learner, but he made everyone laugh.” Lin Xiao finished his speech and gave a gift to the surrounding area.

“How do you feel about this painting?” asked Dragonfly. The majestic voice spread across the square with a heavy penetration.

“Good! This painting is immersive and has no flaws whatsoever. My husband has been painting for decades. He thinks it's hard for anyone to match him. Today he has to say a word" suit "! ”

“It is amazing to be able to complete such a wonderful painting in such a short time. ”

“This painting is many times stronger than what Lord Lin did in a literary contest a few days ago. It seems that Mr Lin did have some reservations. ”

“Bringing a simple set of landscapes to this level is truly in the name of 'Tianlong First Talent', and today it really opens my eyes. ”

“Young Master Lin is very skilled in painting. He is only seen for life. ”

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