Qin Yan narrowed his eyes, looked towards Shizuko Yano, and said in a deep voice, "You let me kneel?"

Finished!

Pan Fei complained bitterly in his heart, Shizuko Yano was doing death.

Yano Shizuko laughed and said triumphantly: "What if you kneel, our Yano family, but the distinguished guests of Beifeng City, any big family, must treat us respectfully." ”

"So what?"

Qin Yan took a step and walked towards Shizuko Yano.

Shizuko Yano frowned, she didn't expect the other party to be quite arrogant, she pointed at Pan Fei and said, "See, he is the heir of the Pan Group, with a gun, do you dare to kneel?"

"Guns?"

Qin Yan turned around and looked, Pan Fei shuddered, took out the gun, and threw it directly to the ground.

"Pan Feijun, you ......" Shizuko Yano's eyes widened, and a look of surprise appeared on her face.

"And guns?"

Qin Yan asked lightly and walked in front of Shizuko Yano.

Seeing this, Pan Fei hurriedly reminded: "Miss Shizuko Yano, Master Qin is very skilled, let's leave." ”

"No, I came to Huaxia to destroy the morale of the people here, defeat them, make them kneel, and wagged their tails like dogs to beg for mercy. Shizuko Yano kept shaking her head, refusing to leave.

"Hehe, so you want to leave?"

Qin Yan pointed to the entire venue and sneered: "You say that this group of literary masters is spineless, I don't object, you say that they are not as good as garbage, and I agree, but you belittle Huaxia and say that our culture is not as good as you, is it true that we have no one in Huaxia?"

"Just a Dongying person, you dare to come to our Huaxia to shout, what are you?"

"Splash ink to paint, carving insects!"

Qin Yan's eyes swept away, his momentum was released, and the majestic pressure crushed away, not only Shizuko Yano, but also others were enveloped in it.

Shizuko Yano breathed sluggishly, and her face turned pale.

The others were shocked, as if they were in a raging storm, Master Yu, Shen Qiansheng and other literary masters couldn't even lift their waists, and it wasn't until this moment that they realized Qin Yan's horror.

Remorseful!

Shocked!

You must know that at the beginning, they humiliated Qin Yan unabashedly and wanted to drive Qin Yan away, but Qin Yan just smiled faintly and responded with a poem, disdainful of arguing with them at all.

Slaughter millions of soldiers in the world,

The sword in his waist was bloody.

I smiled to myself,

Who dares to speak out again?

Finally, they understood the meaning of these four verses.

Hengmei sneered, who dares to speak out?

Master Yu's whole body trembled, his legs went weak, and he fell to his knees with a bang.

"Qin, Master Qin, the old man is ignorant, please save us. ”

The others were flushed, showing a pleading look, as for Shen Qiansheng, he looked remorseful, he had known this, he should have stood on Qin Yan's side before.

Qin Yan chuckled and said, "Didn't you say that I wasn't qualified?"

"Yes, you are a sponsor, and without you, we literary masters would not have had a chance to get together. ”

Shen Qiansheng came to the front with a flattering look on his face.

"Fart!"

Qin Yan frowned lightly, and said in a deep voice: "Hmph, as far as the virtues of you people are concerned, you are arrogant literati, you regard money as dung, and you can't get used to Lao Tzu, don't beg me if you have the ability." ”

"Is it true that Lao Tzu is a sponsor to sit in the front row?"

The voice fell.

The others are dumbfounded, aren't they?

Qin Yan continued: "Hehe, the literary and artistic circles of Beifeng City, if there are only you wastes, it would not be strange to be bullied by the Dongying people, and I still have the face to say that I am arrogant, let you see what real art is today." ”

Finished!

Qin Yan stepped forward, and everyone got out of the way, with disdain and curiosity on their faces, wanting to see what Qin Yan was capable of?

"Splash ink to paint, and dare to take it out to show ugliness?"

Qin Yan picked it up, rubbed it in his hand, and threw it directly at the feet of Yano Shizuko.

Shizuko Yano said angrily: "You, you dare to destroy my painting?"

"What if I'm ruined, show off my might here, do you really think I don't dare to kill you?"

Qin Yan's eyes were scorching, and a ray of essence burst out, like a sharp sword, piercing into Yano Shizuko's heart, making her heart beat and shocked.

"Look at it, Chinese literature and art are not just splashing ink and painting. ”

Qin Yan stood in front of the table, his expression was silent, and he said lightly: "Where is Cheng Qingxuan?"

"In!"

Cheng Qingxuan was full of excitement, she had a grudge against Pan Fei, and she kept shrinking at the back, until Qin Yan called her, and she didn't dare to raise her head.

Qin Yan said: "Go, take a handful of yellow sand and come back." ”

Sand?

Cheng Qingxuan was stunned.

Shizuko Yano was stunned.

Master Yu and Shen Qiansheng were also stunned.

What does yellow sand have to do with painting?

Cheng Qingxuan nodded, walked outside, and when he left, he glared at Pan Fei fiercely.

"Where is Shen Qiansheng?" Qin Yan spoke again.

"In!"

Shen Qiansheng's face was full of excitement, and he hurried forward.

Qin Yan said: "Take a basin of clear water and come back." ”

Water?

Everyone was directly confused, first Huangsha, then Qingshui, what are they doing?

You know, Shizuko Yano is splashing ink to paint, yellow sand and clear water, which has nothing to do with painting at all.

Cheng Qingxuan took back the yellow sand, and Shen Qiansheng brought back a basin of water.

"Look!"

Qin Yan sprinkled the yellow sand on the table, slowly smoothed it out, he stretched out a finger and swiped it lightly on the table, and a trace appeared on the yellow sand, crisscrossing the entire tabletop.

Then, with a tap of his fingers, various rudiments appeared on the yellow sand, such as paths, rivers, mountains, and rows of thatched huts, which were vivid and lifelike, as if they had become a pastoral work.

At this moment, everyone was shocked.

Painting with sand is more than 100 times more powerful than splashing ink, not to mention, only the color of yellow sand can outline such an image of the pattern, which can be called a shocking ancient and modern, unparalleled.

"It's ...... Sand paintings!"

Master Yu's whole body trembled, staring at the desktop feverishly, he had been obsessing calligraphy and painting for decades, and he had never encountered such a situation.

A masterpiece.

Famous through the ages.

is just a sand painting, Qin Yan's attainments in calligraphy and painting have surpassed Master Yu by much.

As for Shizuko Yano, her whole face turned pale, staring at the painting on the table, and exclaimed, "No, how can Huaxia have such a person?"

She visited famous teachers in Dongying and retreated for several years before she realized the essence of splashing ink and painting.

But how old Qin Yan is, at such a young age, he actually has such superb calligraphy and painting skills, I can't imagine it.

The sand painting is done.

On the table, a quiet and indifferent mountain village landscape is presented.

Qin Yan said lightly: "Dongying people, do you want to take it?"

Shizuko Yano's eyes widened, and she was already speechless, even if she was unwilling, but in front of the sand picture, she was not allowed to quibble.

Qin Yan turned around and looked at the others, the literary masters of the entire Beifeng City, all lowered their heads, ashamed.

They drove Qin Yan away, but Qin Yan used his strength to prove that they were indeed garbage.

"Hehe, since you've made a move, let me show you a more powerful one. ”

Qin Yan's long sleeves swept away, the yellow sand scattered, he put a basin of water on the table, and with a stroke of his fingers, a stream of blood appeared on his fingertips, dripping on the surface of the water, gathering but not scattering, and not sinking when encountering water.

"Who's going to pour the ink?"

Qin Yan's voice came out, and everyone's faces were excited, and they rushed over.

In the end, a young painter grabbed the position, picked up the ink tremblingly, poured it on the water, and the water instantly turned black, except for the drop of blood, which was still bewitching and shining.

The others shook their heads and sighed, even more envious, being able to participate in the creation is simply a blessing that they have cultivated in eight lifetimes.

The young man was triumphant and sighed lightly: "This life is enough." ”

Qin Yan ignored it, and with a flick of his fingertips, blood rippled out, forming a sharp arc.

The fingertips are picked again, and another arc unfolds.

Again, it's still an arc.

At first, there was no effect at all, but as time passed, Qin Yan's technique slowly accelerated, and under the backdrop of the black water, the blood became more and more obvious.

Dozens of arcs, overlapping, intertwining, winding, or clustering, like forming a blooming lotus.

The flowers bloom, float on the surface of the water, out of the mud but not stained, clear ripples but not demons.

Black & Red!

In stark contrast, it looks like a real water lotus, slowly opening in the pot.

What's even more amazing is that it actually emits bursts of lotus fragrance, lingering throughout the meeting place, which is intoxicating and rippling.

Qin Yan looked directly at Yano Shizuko and asked again, "Dongying people, do you want to serve?"

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