The next thing is to complete this painting, Tang Bohu took a general look, if this painting is completed by himself, after all, the two people have different starting points, Tang Bohu can only think of using a more amazing technique to complete the remaining part, the ink painting is basically finalized, and it can't be erased, and if you continue to complete it, you have to let a part of Master Fang's painting bring out that beauty.

For others, it may be very difficult, even if one part of the same person makes a mistake, the rest may affect the whole painting, so Master Fang will say that the painting has been scrapped and has become a draft painting.

But who is Tang Bohu? In Tang Bohu's view, it's not just a child's trick.

At this moment, Tang Bohu suddenly moved, and the spectators stared at the pen in Tang Bohu's hand with all their attention, for fear of missing something.

Just ask Tang Bohu in the Ming Dynasty so prosperous, known as poetry and painting, today's modern people who still have that perseverance, poor life can not reach that level, plus Tang Bohu was an immortal in the last life, with the immortal rhyme, a painting makes Tang Bohu rise to the point that modern people can not imagine.

"The weight of the pen is just right, and the pen feel is not bad. ”

As soon as Tang Bohu held the pen, the long-lost feeling appeared again, and his long hair fluttered up, and the onlookers watched at this time, especially Li Qianzhou's heart felt bad for a while, and saw Tang Bohu's long hair floating without wind, and felt incredible, but at this time the attention was on the painting.

As for the hair, many people ignore it, and when they see Tang Bohu brushing, many people are quiet, which is a basic common sense, and it is necessary to give the painter enough space and quiet.

At this time, the pen in his hand seemed to be integrated into Tang Bohu's body, and Tang Bohu could feel it cordially every inch, and the prepared pen had been integrated with Tang Bohu.

A real master, only this realm, no pen in the hand, hidden pen in the heart, only in the heart of the pen to achieve that kind of profound realm.

Tang Bohu's eyes were slightly closed, revealing an incomprehensible smile, a temperament that seemed to come from the Nine Heavens Immortal Family, that kind of indifference, that kind of free and easy, all of which attracted the onlookers around.

At this time, some people thought that if Tang Bohu was given some special effects and put on a white coat, he would be more like a perfect Nine Heavens Immortal Monarch, and the temperament revealed would be even more daunting.

"Why do you feel this way, every time he paints, he always makes people want to bow down and be impressed, this kind of temperament that dominates the world

It's lingering. ”

Yun Qiurou had an impulse at this time, the man in front of her was too perfect, as perfect as the glass in the sky, unstained with the dirt of the world, and people couldn't help but reach an incomparable emptiness in their souls, just wanting to have that figure in their eyes.

This kind of familiar classical temperament and miraculous technique, the only thing that makes Yun Qiurou feel different is that there is an extra fairy charm, which makes people's souls sublimate again.

Master Fang was also deeply impressed by this temperament, the young man was like a dragon, soaring into the sky, just ask who can avoid this kind of temperament that dominates the world.

"This is the real master, the height that my Fang Feng can't reach in his life. ”

Master Fang seemed to have aged by more than ten years in an instant at this time, and his eyes no longer had the vitality they had before.

The pen in Tang Bohu's hand moved again, still in a miraculous way, a word is so fast that people are dazzled, and the onlookers can't understand what he is painting at all, and they feel that all in front of them are the shadows of ink paintings.

At this time, looking at Tang Bohu's eyes, he opened them, and the magic exuded by those eyes made people dare not face them.

"Color!"

Tang Bohu spat out two words in his mouth.

At this point, the pen, which was so fast that it was impossible to see with the naked eye, stopped, and everyone knew that the painting was complete, and it was time to color.

"What color should I wear?"

Tang Bohu muttered in his heart, his brain flew in an instant, and he immediately made a decision.

As everyone's eyes were looking at Tang Bohu, his eyes seemed to be staring at a beautiful woman who had taken off her clothes, admiring a stunning beauty.

In the next scene, the onlookers opened their mouths so big that they could put down an egg.

I saw Tang Bohu pull out the drawing board, and a painting was pulled out by Tang Bohu, and when he put it down, the whole painting floated in mid-air.

Tang Bohu held the pen with ten fingers, and what made people even more surprised was that there was no wind at this time, Tang Bohu's hair was still fluttering, and the whole painting was also wandering in the air.

"Coloring, do you want to get it in the air? My mom met a ghost. ”

"What about gravity, go and ask Newton, there's something wrong with his apple. ”

"What a fairy technique! The color is not stable, the whole painting is floating in the air, and the ten fingers hold the pen, how can this be balanced. ”

Li Qianzhou was stupid, although the whole painting had not yet been painted, this momentum was like a rainbow, which made him also have the urge to worship.

When Master Fang took a look, he was afraid that he would end Fang Feng's life ahead of schedule, and if he would be more than ten years old, would he still be a human being? A painting could be colored like this? The whole painting floated in the air, and the pen in his hand continued to exert a little force, just to make this painting fall off the ground, genius! Miracles! Such a Filipino thought, incredible, peerless!

Tang Bohu's painting technique has subverted everyone's cognition, who would have imagined that a painting could come like this? Such a stunning painting can be seen by everyone, many people began to lose their composure, and took out their mobile phones one after another to film this scene.

Yun Qiurou couldn't describe what she was thinking at this time, and this figure was already deeply imprinted in her mind.

Slowly......

The whole painting fluttered down on the table, and Tang Bohu also called it a day at this time and stood there calmly.

"Does Qiu Rou have water?"

Tang Bohu, who put down the pen, turned to Yun Qiurou and said.

"Yes, there is ......"

At this time, Yun Qiurou was almost speechless in surprise, and hurriedly responded, her eyes still staring at the falling painting.

Soon Yun Qiurou brought a glass of water, Tang Bohu took a sip, drank halfway, turned around and immediately spit on the painting.

Everyone is already numb, and they are not surprised, this painting technique is incompatible with ordinary people anyway.

"Call it a day, you can see if it's complete, if there are any mistakes, I'll revise it." ”

Tang Bohu put down the water glass and said to everyone.

Of course, the modification can't be modified, and the painting is all drawn, can it still be erased and continue to be modified?

Everyone's eyes were staring at the painting, slowly falling from the air, and their eyes were also positioned on the table with the painting, and those who stood closer couldn't help the excitement in their hearts, wanting to come forward to take a look.

At this time, Master Fang, Li Qianzhou, and Yun Qiurou took a step forward, is this still a painting? Is this really a painting? Master Fang is almost unable to describe this painting in his head.