The air, dead quiet.

Those who praised it suddenly seemed to have been pressed the mute button, and they were embarrassed and couldn't continue.

Wang Xuyang's gentle voice broke the silence and skillfully resolved the embarrassment.

Although Mr. Li is not destined for this painting, it is extremely rare for his painting to stay on it for three minutes. If there is really a fairy in the painting, I should have carefully appreciated Mr. Li's painting, because it is not a fateful person, so I regret that it disappeared. ”

"Elder Wang's words are really like a spring breeze. Li Qinglang suddenly brightened, smiled and arched his hand, and then stepped down.

Wang Xuyang said: "If you are interested in the audience, you might as well give it a try." ”

No one answered.

Wang Xuyang couldn't help laughing, "What, is everyone scared?"

"Who said I was scared, I'll give it a try. A delicate female voice sounded, and at the same time, it also aroused Ying Xiaochuan's idea.

He saw Liu Xingtong on stage with a smile, and his lively back broke the oppressive and dull atmosphere on the stage and injected a fresh vitality.

"It turned out to be Mr. Liu's daughter. Wang Xuyang said with a smile.

"Uncle Wang is good. ”

"Would you like to try it too?"

"Yes, can I?"

"Absolutely. ”

Liu Xingtong picked up the pen without hesitation and began to draw.

Her painting skills are not bad, and her feet are not abrupt when she paints them, but compared with the previous two, she immediately scored higher.

As soon as the painting went up, it disappeared after a while.

"Oops, no. Liu Xingtong stuck out his tongue, obediently put the brush back in its place, and said strangely: "It seems that I am not destined for this painting." ”

Wang Xuyang was amused.

After Liu Xingtong went down, several more people were eager to take the stage.

But some of their paintings couldn't even get ink on them, and some of them disappeared immediately after a few strokes.

After a few times, no one came to power again.

A clean picture, erected indifferently and arrogantly, as if mocking these self-righteous people.

"Damn, I obviously painted it, why didn't I have it?

"Painting eats ink, how is it possible, it's too unbelievable, I don't believe it. ”

"Elder Wang, your painting is evil, right?"

"Elder Wang, is it possible that there is a problem with the person, but the painting?"

Wang Xuyang shook his head at these discussions and did not give any explanation, the gloom in his eyes was as helpless as his sigh.

"Heh, Elder Wang, I look at your painting, I can't find someone who is destined. Young Master Lou raised the corners of his lips slightly, and there was a hint of sarcasm, even more complacent.

The frustrated look between the eyebrows had long since dissipated with the frustration of these people.

"That's it, since I can't find someone who is destined, then I will take back this painting, and I will never take it out again. ”

Wang Xuyang was desperate and prepared to collect the painting.

At this moment, a clear voice suddenly sounded, "Wait a minute, Elder Wang, I want to give it a try too." ”

Wang Xuyang looked over and saw the young man's face clearly, he actually froze. The young man had a gentle smile in his eyes, and he spoke with a warm attitude.

It turned out to be him.

"Would you like to try it too?"

"yes. Ying Xiaochuan smiled heartily.

Wang Xuyang groaned slightly, and then nodded. It's him, so you might as well give it a try.

He made a gesture of please.

Ying Xiaochuan got up and walked to the stage, although the range of movements was not large, it still aroused some people's ideas.

Li Qinglang looked at him thoughtfully, his fingers unconsciously beating on his knees.

Young Master Lou raised his head, and the mockery in his eyes was clear.

The appearance of patience seems to be waiting for another defeated person to come down.

Ying Xiaochuan came to the stage, but he was not in a hurry to get a pen, but said to Wang Xuyang: "Elder Wang, can I use my own pen to draw the feet of the gods?"

When he was offstage before, he had already taken out the magic pen and held it in his hand.

Wang Xuyang did not doubt him, "Of course you can, you can use any pen." ”

The implication is also obvious.

What pen you use, as long as you are not destined to be a person, it will not help.

Ying Xiaochuan smiled and said in a low voice, "Thank you." Then put one hand on the back, pick up the void on the inkstone lightly, and then a stroke into a painting, on the drawing paper free and easy to paint.

Wang Xuyang looked at the young man's self-contained appearance, and was faintly surprised.

This young man is young, but his painting style is very sharp, and he has the style of a general. Moreover, his painting demeanor is very relaxed and natural, which is definitely not pretended, but he himself regards painting as a habitual thing.

One minute hook, one minute painting, one minute embellishment. The pen fell, the ink flew, and everything fell in place.

The projector clearly recorded his every movement, and now it gradually quieted down, and everyone quietly watched him paint.

Young Master Lou's slack expression was completely tense, and he held his breath and watched the young man's wrist flip for a moment, dotting flowers on the paper into a painting.

Li Qinglang's eyes also deepened, this was the second time he looked at this young man today.

The first time it was because he had snatched something from his hands. He thought this man was stupid and simple.

The second time was to be amazed by his painting skills, which were like masterpieces.

To say that among the three best works in the audience so far, Young Master Lou is the perfect connection, he is the finishing touch, then this young man is the attainment of God, as if the original author was reborn.

It takes decades of genius to reach that height. But this young man looks to be in his early twenties.

How the hell did he do it?

In less than four minutes, the work was completed.

The young man put away his pen and nodded to him, and Wang Xuyang reacted that the young man had finished painting.

Wang Xuyang couldn't help but praise in his heart, he didn't expect this young man's painting skills to be so clever, even if he is not destined, he will be a great star in the future.

After a few minutes have passed.

An even more startling scene happened.

The fresh thick ink tumbles and fluctuates, and finally it is completely absorbed by the painting paper, from thick to light, from new to old.

In the end, it completely blends in with the original, as if the painting was meant to be like this.

The audience was in an uproar!

Wang Xuyang took a deep breath, a warm current surged into his eyes, he looked at the young man in front of him, and countless emotions surged in his heart.

He didn't say anything.

walked to the front of the stage and solemnly announced to everyone at the scene, "This young man, he is the destined person for this painting." ”

Ying Xiaochuan breathed a sigh of relief, although the result was within his expectations, but before the dust settled, he didn't dare to make a 100% guarantee that nothing would go wrong.

"Does that prove that he's destined? What if he just stays a little longer than we do, and then disappears?"