The Inverted Dragon’s Scale

Shepherd Lee is very tangled!

He thought he was ready, but after seeing his paintings, Lin Canghai said that he was not ready because of his doubts about his technique and trust in Lin Canghai's profession, so he didn't know if he was ready.

He knew he was halfway out of the house. Oh, he hasn't left the house yet. He hasn't even had time to shave his hair yet. He hasn't even started painting yet. At first glance, Lin Canghai is from a rich and noble family. He also looks like he knows the way of Danqing. From his professional point of view, the work he painted should be unproductive, right?

Otherwise, why would he look at it like a ghost and then panic and get in front of it so that no one else would appreciate it?

Speaking of which, Li Shepherd has to criticize Lin Canghai's acting.

At this time, it shouldn't be elegant and calm walking over and blocking, then smiling and saying, 'Lee Shepherd, there's one last unfinished pen, light the pen’, helping himself to modify it.

You look like you had a nightmare, and idiots know what's going on, okay? Are you trying to help cover it up, or are you telling people, "This guy sucks?"

But he clearly painted it according to the white figure in his head.

Is it not worth mentioning that the old dragon's painting skills are only a third-class skill, compared to the people who paint well? Lee Shepherd began to regret accepting Chuning's challenge.

He put all his hopes on the old dragon. In his opinion, the old dragon lived that age and usually liked to write paintings. Just throw out a copy of his proud work and you can pop his face. Everyone who sees him is amazed by the fact that he even calls himself a genius.

It's not good!

Li Shepherd's answer made Gu Waste very dissatisfied. He raised his eyebrows and said angrily: “Are you ready or not? What do you mean," Should be ready "? ”

Li Shepherd looked at Lin Canghai, and Lin Canghai shook his head at him desperately.

Li Shepherd's heart sank again and said: "Why don't I change it? ”

Chuning couldn't see Li Shepherd's painting, but Lin Canghai's performance had already let her know the answer.

She walked up to Gu Weiwei and said, "Master Gu, the time has come."

“Yes. If you say you've never been ready, who has the patience to wait?” The crowd is starting to get unhappy.

“May the gambling suit lose. Don't hide your ugliness anymore."

Gu Weiwei nodded. He looked at Li Shepherd and said: "Now that the painting has been completed, let everyone review it. Win or lose, it's settled. Cannot be changed at will. ”

Li Shepherd was helpless. He had to pull Lin Canghai apart. He turned to the people and said: "The first time I painted, the technique was inevitable. We also ask our teachers and students to be more receptive. ”

Gu Weiwei waved his hand and asked Li Shepherd to step aside. “Good is good, bad is not good. What can I do for you? ”

Li Shepherd laughed bitterly. He had to step aside and make an invitation gesture. "Please. ”

Many scholars approached and looked over at Li Shepherd's painting.

Surprise, silence, then laugh.

“Shepherd Lee, what are you painting? Oh, my God, that's so funny.”

“Extremely naive. Extremely naive. People who don't know think it's from the hands of reckless children."

“The best thing is that dog. It looks like a dog. Ha-ha-ha.”

Contrary to Chuning's treatment, everyone who saw the scrolls attacked and laughed. It's like seeing the most ridiculous paintings in the world.

I don't blame them for the jokes, because Lee Shepherd's paintings do look like they're hillbilly.

Next to the quiet stream, use thick lines to outline some thick roots. The roots of those trees go into the river, as if they were connected to a stream.

The creek is clear, one, two, three, countless petals scattered across the river, and it looks stunning and beautiful.

A big dog lay beneath a branch and spit his tongue out at a distance. It's like taking a nap after a full meal and thinking about the past. A black butterfly rests on the tip of the big dog's nose, tired of flying for a short stop.

There was a shadow of the big dog and butterfly in the creek, and a reflection of the peach blossom above his head.

You can't see a complete peach tree in the whole picture, you can only see the thick root neck of the peach tree.

You can't see all the peach blossoms, you can only see a red slice floating above the stream.

There is no character to adorn but a butterfly just dropped on a big, dumb dog and a big dog.

The whole painting looks simple and crude, with no weather, no sense of purpose and no pattern. It looks like a beginner forcibly puts together a couple of images that weren't originally connected, and then makes a weird drawing.

Compared to Chuning's paintings, all have answers in their hearts.

Chuning was so proud of himself, he didn't make a sound on his face. He walked to Li Shepherd's side and stabbed him in the arm with his hand. He said: "Li Shepherd, what are you drawing? Do you have a name? ”

“This painting is called" Spring Light ".” Li Shepherd's face was shameful and embarrassing, he said.

It's not his name, it's the old dragon's. As he paints this painting, a man in white is throwing ink at his head. Momentary kung fu, this painting appears on the tip of the pen.

The man in white also wrote four large words on the scroll, "Spring Light Chatter".

It fell off again and was printed. Then smiled for a long time and ended up in the treasure trove.

Li Shepherd can still feel that old dragon's proud expression and complacency when he thinks back in his head.

“My paintings are first in the world, the others are garbage.” He thinks so.

Is this all about the old dragon entertaining himself?

Shepherd Li was so sad, he felt he had been blinded by the elderly dragon.

“Spring Light Break"? It's not bad to get a name, but it's a painting. "Chu Ning looked at Li Shepherd with ridicule and said:“ Awkward. ”

“Looks like Chu Ning won this round.” Song stopped with a faint smile on Yun's face and looked at Li Shepherd and said: “I think the loser is going to give the winner the head? ”

Lin Canghai patted Li Shepherd's shoulder as a consolation, and he couldn't help.

Thousands of degrees, however, showed a thoughtful expression on his face. He walked a few steps closer and watched Li Shepherd's "Spring Light Breach" more closely.

She also reacted in the same way as Gu Weiwei, until now, he has not uttered any comment on Li's shepherd's work.

Instead of disapproving of the appearance of tiredness that had been abandoned, he measured the piece with a thoughtful expression on his confused face.

It's like seeing something you don't understand, and you think it's a good thing.

Those who attacked Li Shepherd stopped and died in silence.

Because everyone knows that according to his wild character, he will scold in public if he doesn't like it, and where he thinks it's flawed, he will say it in public. Even Princess Chu Ning of Westwind said that her boy's eyes were not vivid and flexible enough to be realistic. If Li Shengsheng was not a good painter, he had no reason to keep his face.

But what does that face mean now?

Don't you think Lee's paintings are hard to understand?

“Master Gu, would you like to comment?” Chuning looked at Li Shepherd in vain, softly reminding Gu Wan, who was looking at the painting, to say.

Gu Weiwei lifted up the bottle in his hand and wanted to drink. When he reached his mouth, he found that the bottle was empty and the wine inside had been consumed by himself.

“Hit the wine.” Gu Wan shouted and drank.

The boy, who had his own waiter, ran out and quickly returned with a pot of spirits.

Gu Weiwei took a big mouthful of gourd gourd gourd gourd, which pointed to Li Shepherd's "Chunguang Guang Chao" and asked: “Did you paint this? ”

“Exactly.” Li Shepherd nodded, raising some small hopes in his heart. Is this painting not as bad as they say?

“You said you were a first-time painter?” Gu Wan asked again.

“Yes," said Shepherd Li again. “I've seen some before, but never painted with my own hands. So there may be some flaws. ”

“It's not just some flaws, it's a lot of flaws.” Gu Weiwei drinks with anger.

Lee's heart began to sink. Sure enough, this drunk was bought by the Westwind Royal Family and is now attacking his work.

“The brush is crude, the ink is uneven, the lines are twisted and twisted, it is simply unsightly to say that the beginner's wanton application lifts you," Gu Weiwei poured a large sip of wine and said out loud.

Chuning looked delighted and a stone in his heart landed.

”Li Shepherd bowed down in a row. 'Yes, yes, yes,' said Master Gu.

“Repriminating? How can I reprimand you?” Gu Weiwei said angrily.

“Master Gu” Li Shepherd's heart went straight down. Even if you paint it so badly, don't you want to refuse it a thousand miles away? I was just trying to learn from you. You don't have a reason to make fun of yourself for saying that, do you?

“I studied painting for 10 years, but I'm not as angry as a beginner. I'm also angry. Am I really a genius in this world? Am I not a genius in this world?” The more wild Gu said, the more Qi, the more the liquor tiger mumbled and poured again. “Spring Light, Spring Light.”

Everyone is dumb.

Everyone stared at the wild, wild, whale-swallowing Guru, and couldn't believe every word of every word he said.