The auction site.

Many people whispered, talking about the experience of this young master Lou.

Before Master Lou took the stage to paint, he was already sure that this modern genius would be the destined person for this "Immortal in the Painting".

Ying Xiaochuan propped his hand on his chin, lazily snorted, and wiped away the tears overflowing from the corners of his eyes.

A pair of smiling eyes, quite calmly looked at the scene.

Wang Lao's rule is like a reassuring pill, and when he eats it, his heart is stable.

"This gentleman, are you going to come up and give it a try?" Wang Xuyang said.

Young Master Lou said, "I'll dare to give it a try." With that, he walked onto the stage.

Wang Xuyang made a 'please' gesture and stepped aside with a smile. Young Master Lou picked up the brush, and a projector appeared on the side, projecting a complete picture. The picture is clearly and three-dimensionally presented in front of you, and the picture scroll magnified by the projector is even more exquisite, as if a real scene appears in front of you, even if it is magnified to a stroke, it does not show any reverie.

Master Lou's pen tip is stained with ink, hesitate for a moment with the pen, then he is confident, put the pen into a painting, he skillfully sketches on the scroll, and after a while, he adds a pair of feet to the fairy in the painting.

Although it is an ancient painting on the new ink, the treatment of the joints can be called perfect, except for the reverie on the ink, basically imitated the same as the predecessors.

After finishing the last stroke, Young Master Lou put down the paintbrush on the side, breathed a sigh of relief briskly, and smiled.

The audience immediately applauded thunderously, and the sound of praise was endless.

"This unruly painting, when I meet the skilled Young Master Lou, there is no way, obediently admit the master, hahaha. ”

"It's better to see than to hear, Young Master Lou's painting skills are really extraordinary. ”

The hostess smiled and said: "Young Master Lou's painting skills are amazing, he has successfully challenged countless paintings that no one has completed, and sure enough, it is the back waves of the Yangtze River that push the front waves." Elder Wang, is there anything you would like to say to this young man?"

Among all the people, only Wang Xuyang's reaction was the most calm, it can be said that he was indifferent, and the expression on his face did not have any joy.

Young Master Lou couldn't help but feel strange, and even wondered in his heart, could it be that he really drew his feet, but Wang Lao was reluctant?

"Elder Wang, what's wrong with you?" In order to confirm the thoughts in his heart, Young Master Lou asked politely.

Wang Xuyang stared at the painting for a long time, sighed heavily and regretfully, and said in a low voice: "Look at it yourself." ”

Young Master Lou looked back at the scroll in confusion.

An astonishing scene happened.

I saw that the ink on the painting turned into countless black bubbles, which shook like an earthquake. The ancient painting was like an ink-eating demon beast, devouring it one bite at a time with its mouth open, and finally eating the newly added ink completely.

The scroll is as clean as it was before it was painted.

This scene is truly presented in front of my eyes.

There was an uproar at the scene.

Young Master Lou's eyes widened in surprise, "This, what the hell is going on? ”

Wang Xuyang sighed and said: "This is the strangeness of this painting, in the past ten years, I have traveled all over the country, let countless famous Chinese painters paint on it, but the result is like this, no one has ever painted on it for more than five minutes." ”

Young Master Lou's face suddenly turned pale.

That expression, as if someone had been punched hard. Confidence shattered.

"Young Master Lou, you don't have to worry too much, there are many painters who are more senior than you have tried, and they have all failed. Wang Xuyang said with relief.

"What the hell is going on?"

"I guess it's waiting for someone to be destined. ”

Young Master Lou frowned violently, and his face turned even paler.

He was conceited that he was destined to be a person, but as a result, he was slapped in the face by this painting.

"Young Master Lou, you are not destined for it, please go down. ”

Young Master Lou clenched his fists and stepped down calmly.

Wang Xuyang walked up to the stage and said, "Does anyone else want to come up and give it a try?"

The site is quiet.

Everyone was shocked in the picture of eating ink, and no one responded.

Wang Xuyang asked again, and only then did someone answer, it was Li Qinglang: "Elder Wang, with Young Master Lou's outstanding painting skills, he can't be a destined person for this painting, and we, ordinary people in the pile of money, are even more unlikely to be favored by this painting, right? I see that your treasures can't be given away." ”

"That's not the case, none of us know what kind of person we want to pick for this painting, maybe it's Mr. Li, maybe it's you, maybe it's anyone present. ”

"Really? I'd like to give it a try. Li Qinglang stood up, put his hand in his trouser pocket, and said with a smile as he walked to the stage: "But my painting skills can't be compared with Young Master Lou's at all, if you can't even get ink up at that time, you are not allowed to laugh at me." ”

"Where, there. ”

"Mr. Li is talented and courageous, who will laugh at Mr. Li?"

A few people slapped their horses and farted for a while.

Young Master Lou snorted coldly without a trace, but his eyes were closely following Li Qinglang's figure, looking a little nervous.

Li Qinglang came to the stage, dipped the pen in ink, smiled at Wang Xuyang before putting down the pen, and then calmly put down the pen to paint.

The posture of the pen is smooth and neat.

Stroke by stroke, write without thinking, calm and confident, as if a complete picture has already been sketched in your mind.

The disdain in Young Master Lou's eyes gradually faded, forming a touch of surprise.

Unexpectedly, Li Qinglang, who has always been bohemian and wandering among flowers, has a hidden attainment in Chinese painting.

The final stroke is formed.

The feet of the gods leap on the paper and come to life.

A round of applause erupted from below, and the sound of praise was endless.

"It turns out that Mr. Li is the real destined person. ”

"Mr. Li's painting skills are not lost to Young Master Lou at all. ”

"Young Master Lou's painting style is too feminine, without everyone's spirit, I think Mr. Li's paintings are more majestic, have the style of a general, and meet the standards of destined people. ”

Li Qinglang held the pen and looked at Wang Xuyang with a smile, "Elder Wang, how do you see my feet drawn?"

"Mr. Li's attainments in Chinese painting are already very high. ”

Li Qinglang couldn't hide the corners of his lips, he put down his pen, and asked again: "Then according to Elder Wang, do I seem to be destined for this painting?"

"Whether it's a fate or not, I don't count if I say it, I have to say it. Wang Xuyang looked at the painting and said.

"Then we'll see. ”

Li Qinglang stood with his hands in his hands, looking at the painting intently, looking leisurely and calm, but the slightly twisted eyebrows still betrayed a trace of tension in his heart.

A minute passes......

Two minutes passed......

Three minutes passed......

The painting was steaming in vain, and the black ink instantly turned into countless bubbles and volatilized into the air.

Completely gone.

On the picture scroll, it is clean again.