"Brother, what do you want?"

Wang Yanran patted Wang Tu's shoulder, looking anxious.

But Wang Tu didn't seem to care about the fact that he was already in the center of the storm, and looked at Wang Yanran with a smile, looking like why are you making such a fuss.

"What's the matter, so excited?"

"Didn't you tell me to go up and paint, I'll go. ”

Wang Yanran was even more anxious now, and the corners of her good-looking eyes began to turn red.

"I thought it was just for everyone to go up and paint to help out the fun, but I didn't know that he invited so many masters to come and target you. ”

Seeing that Wang Yanran was about to cry, Wang Tu rubbed her head and said dotingly.

"Don't worry, when has your brother and I been compared to others?"

"But this time it's different. ”

Wang Yanran said angrily.

"You also know that the Xiao family is the real painter of Yanjing, and a painting can be auctioned for millions or even tens of millions of dollars casually, which is not comparable to ordinary people at all. ”

"Then I'm an ordinary person?"

Wang Tu pinched Wang Yanran's little face and comforted Wang Yanran.

Liu Moxue watched the conversation between Wang Tu and Wang Yanran across a few tables, and a slight smile appeared on her face.

......

Towards the end of the banquet, all the lights in the audience dimmed, and a small stage actually rose from the front of the venue, under the illumination of a white neon light, Xiao Yan changed into a robe with gold trim on a black background, picked up the microphone, and spoke.

"I am the son of the Xiao family, Xiao Yan. ”

"Thank you for giving Xiao a certain face, and come to the Hilton Hotel to participate in this banquet co-organized with Yanran Group. ”

"As you must know, this banquet is not only to congratulate Yanran Group on signing a contract with my Xiao family about Yandang Peak, but also to celebrate my engagement with Miss Liu Changqing of the Liu family. ”

"For this banquet, I specially invited many painters from Yanjing to come to help. ”

"However, I didn't expect that Master Wang, who is famous in Huaguo in terms of painting skills, actually came to the scene!"

Then, the same neon light hit the top of Wang Tu's head, and the more than 100 people present naturally looked towards Wang Tu's location.

"Let's have Master Wang!"

After Xiao Yan finished speaking, he raised his hand slightly towards Wang Tu.

Wang Tu was not polite, he straightened up directly from his position, and walked towards the stage with an indifferent expression.

When the lights in the hotel turned on again, behind the two people standing facing each other at a distance of a few meters, a pair of high-end easels, rice paper, and ink pens and ink had been prepared.

Xiao Yan looked at Wang Tu with a smile on his face.

"Master Wang is the most famous Danqing master in Yuanjiang, famous for splashing ink into a painting in Yuanjiang, I don't know what kind of surprise Master Wang has brought us today?"

Wang Tu also smiled calmly: "You are the owner, please first." ”

Xiao Yan did not refuse, but had an expression of unbelievable.

"Okay, then it's ugly!"

He turned around, facing the rice paper on the easel, his slender right hand gently picked up the open ink bottle on the shelf, the black robe danced in the air, Xiao Yan waved his right hand, and sprinkled all the ink in the ink bottle on the rice paper like a drizzle!

Obviously, there was a lot of ink in the ink bottle, but when Xiao Yan splashed it out, no one flew out of the field, and his movement of shaking his hand was very light.

The ink in the ink bottle did not pour out of the bottle directly and hit the rice paper, but was like a drop of rain, and like tiny ice crystals, scattered in the air, like dandelion seeds, floating on the rice paper.

Gently placing the ink bottle on the shelf, Xiao Yan faced all the guests, and the corners of his mouth curved.

A lifelike lotus flower emerges from rice paper.

Many of the guests who didn't animate were slightly stunned when they saw this, and the dozen or so sitting painters all showed shocked expressions when they saw Xiao Yan's actions.

Splash ink into a painting!

It was only after everyone saw the appearance of the lotus flower clearly that Xiao Yan slowly spoke.

"Out of the mud but not stained, clear ripples but not demons. ”

"This was my first impression when I met Miss Liu Changqing, Miss Liu's beauty was like the jade white snow lotus, extraordinary. ”

"A pair of 'lotus' for Miss Liu Changqing. ”

As soon as these words came out, all the guests burst into warm applause.

Especially those painters, they are full of praise.

It's not that they haven't seen a splash of ink into a painting, but this is the first time they have seen a splash of ink into a painting of this level.

"Most of the splashed ink paintings are flawed because the ink is splashed unevenly or irregularly. However, Xiao Gongzi's dexterous technique caused the ink to splash on the rice paper drop by drop, and every drop of ink was evenly dispersed, and there was not a trace of flaw to be seen!"

"Not only that, but the tiny droplets of ink that slowly slide down from the painting are like fresh raindrops, embellishing the posture of the lotus flower to life, and from a distance, it actually looks like a moving picture!"

"Xiao Gongzi is worthy of being the Xiao family's skillful hands, and he is ingenious!"

But Xiao Yan had no intention of stepping down, and after everyone had finished watching the white lotus, he waved his hand and tore off the rice paper printed with the lotus flower directly and threw it aside!

Seeing his appearance, everyone was instantly shocked.

Xiao Yan said as he gently put his hand on the easel.

"It's just an appetizer, and it's ugly. ”

"Since it is a painting made for my fiancée Changqing, it is naturally not enough to see a work of this level. ”

As soon as the words fell, Xiao Yan's left hand, which was gently placed on the easel, actually raised high, and then fell suddenly.

"Bang!"

With a thud, the never-before-used brush flew up from the easel!

Along with the splash, there was also ink in the ink bottle.

The brush dipped in ink, with the midpoint of the pen as the center of the circle, flying and spinning in the air, the tip of the ink-stained pen dragged a long ink blot like a black snake, and actually walked on the rice paper, leaving one black trail after another.

Looking at this scene, people could no longer sit still.

Although splashing ink into a painting is very powerful, it is not only Xiao Yan can do it, but this is like a divine pen descending to earth, he has consciousness, and he sketches the magical scene on rice paper, even these grandmasters who have held the pen for decades have not heard of it.

The paintbrush fell lightly, and was caught by Xiao Yan's two fingers, and behind him, a hovering real dragon appeared!

"Miracles, miracles!"

"I can see this painting in this life, and I will die without regrets!"

"This realm of magic brushes is the pinnacle of Danqing, according to legend, the old man of the Xiao family only realized it when he was in ancient times, but he didn't expect Xiao Shao to stand before he could stand, and he mastered this skill, and he is definitely an excellent inheritor of my Huaguo Danqing!"

The painters could not sit still any longer, and one by one they stood up from their positions and poked their heads out to look at the real dragon.

If the white lotus just now is a delicate product that can only be achieved by dexterous techniques, then this swimming dragon is the highest level of rugged and powerful, rough and rough!

Around the hovering dragon, the splashed ink droplets are impressively presented, like a disturbed cloud, and like the slightest trace of true qi on the dragon's body, and the part of the dragon's head is even more amazing, like a thin bamboo spread of strokes wantonly outlining the dragon's head, everyone only feels that the dragon seems to have life, almost about to fly out of the painting.

The guests present looked at Xiao Yan's amazing painting skills, and their eyes widened and they didn't know what to do.

Xiao Yan ignored the hustle and bustle, and faced the king, revealing a provocative smile.

"I wonder what kind of paintings Master Wang has prepared?"

Wang Tu finished reading Xiao Yan's work from beginning to end, and when he heard Xiao Yan say this, he put his hands behind his back and slowly spoke.

"Xiao Shao's pen power is amazing. ”

"I wish you and Evergreen a hundred years of happiness. ”

After saying this, the king turned around and prepared to walk off the stage.

As soon as this move came out, everyone didn't know how to react, Xiao Yan asked with a gloomy face.

"Master Wang, what does this mean, do you think your paintings can't surpass me?"

Wang Tu shook his head: "Luck splashes ink, shakes the pen and sketches, your talent is indeed good, enough to reach the top of Huaxia, but that's all." ”

At this moment, people couldn't sit still, and there was an instant commotion in the venue.

Xiao Yan grimaced, gritted his teeth, and slowly spit out a few words of himself.

"Really?"

Then, he raised his right hand and slapped his palm on the easel, and the dragon on the rice paper let out a roar, and actually flew out of the rice paper, screaming and running towards the king!

In the face of this sudden attack, Wang Tu turned around slightly and flicked his fingers slightly.

"Bang!"

A drop of ink flew out of his fingertip and hit the center of the dragon's eyebrows, and the dragon, which was several meters long, let out a terrible wail, which instantly exploded in the air, turning into countless ink droplets and dissipating!

Seeing this, Xiao Yan's face turned pale at first, and then forcibly calmed down and snorted coldly.

"What do you mean by not painting, but ruining my work?"

Wang Tutou didn't reply, his eyes were full of disdain, and he said indifferently.

"Are you worthy of my shot?"

After speaking, he turned his back to Xiao Yan and walked off the stage.

The commotion at the scene reached unprecedented heights, and people talked about the true identity of Wang Tu and suspected the backer behind him.

Wang Tu bears these with his back, walks up to Liu Changqing, who is full of horror, and slowly raises the full wine glass.

"I'm not here for a cocktail party, nor for an art exhibition. ”

"I just came to toast a glass of wine to my friends, and I had a grudge. ”

As soon as the words were settled, the king disciple drank a full cup of wine, as if he had drunk all the past.

Then put down the cup, put his hands on his back, and left with Wang Yanran.

Only Liu Changqing, who had remorse in his eyes, and the sluggish Liu family and Yanjing celebrities.