Li Changxing wanted to say something more, but Yang Lin didn't bother to pay attention to it, turned his head to look at Jin Liangcheng and smiled: "President Jin, how about you prepare a table and the four treasures of the study room for me?" "Absolutely!" Jin Liangcheng nodded hurriedly.

Subsequently, Jin Liangcheng prepared the four treasures of the study for Yang Lin as quickly as possible, as well as a table of eight immortals made of high-quality pear blossom wood.

Ready, Jin Liangcheng looked at Yang Lin and said with a smile: "Master Yang Lin, you can start!" ”

Yang Lin smiled and came to the table calmly.

In an instant, everyone's eyes were focused on Yang Lin's body, and at this moment, they suddenly felt that Yang Lin was a little different.

The original Yang Lin gave them a very bad feeling, this guy seems to be very advocating violence, whether it is dealing with Wang Dong or dealing with a plaid shirt, Yang Lin likes to fight violence with violence, although it makes them feel refreshed, but in their bones they still look down on Yang Lin a little.

Most of the literati are arrogant, and they stubbornly believe that they must be better than others.

Although painting is also about talent, no matter how talented a painter is, he also needs the accumulation of life experience, the precipitation of cultural level, and the accumulation of thick and thin hair in order to establish his own style and complete super-first-class works.

They can't accept Yang Lin's age, he is too young, only less than twenty years old, how can a hairy boy who is less than twenty years old form his own style, they are not optimistic about Yang Lin.

But at this time, Yang Lin, who was standing in front of the table of the Eight Immortals made of pear blossom wood, exuded an elegant taste, which was a kind of temperament that was naturally brought out after reading poetry and books and accumulating countless knowledge.

Many people's eyes couldn't help but light up slightly, at this moment, they had already felt Yang Lin's extraordinary.

"This guy seems to be very unusual!"

Everyone looked at Yang Lin with some surprise, even Qin Leyan and Lin Duoduo were no exception, and they didn't have such a temperament when Yang Lin painted the picture of the tiger descending the mountain last time.

Gently closing his eyes, Yang Lin's heart began to brew.

Then, he suddenly opened his eyes, and in the surprised gaze of everyone, Yang Lin picked up a pen with both hands at the same time.

"What the hell is this guy going to do?"

For a moment, everyone froze, could it be that he was planning to paint with both hands at the same time? This guy is just nonsense, does he think he can still do two things?

Only a few people such as Jin Liangcheng knew that Yang Lin really planned to paint with two hands, after all, they saw with their own eyes that last time, Yang Lin almost used his hands and feet at the same time, and made a picture of a tiger descending the mountain, this time, with two pens in both hands, it seems, it seems, it seems...... The scene was not as shocking as the last time.

However, only Yang Lin knows the difficulty of using two minds, although his actions were exaggerated last time, but after all, the painting is still a painting, but it is a double purpose, making two paintings at the same time, this difficulty is naturally doubled.

However, Yang Lin had absolute confidence in himself, and as he broke through the seventh layer of body refining, Yang Lin also felt that his soul power had been greatly enhanced, and it was not very difficult for him to use two souls.

Brush!

The pen moved slightly, the two brushes danced at the same time, and the two strokes fell, but it was not that kind of bold style, but with a little gentle feeling, the pen was smooth and moist, but soft and rigid, and every action was with an indescribable charm.

And those who questioned Yang Lin also widened their eyes at this time, only feeling that every movement of Yang Lin in front of him seemed to be so smooth, it seemed, it seems, that he had become one with the surrounding environment.

Not ordinary, not ordinary!

Everyone was stunned, even if they were reporters who didn't know anything about calligraphy and painting, they also felt the extraordinary momentum on Yang Lin's body at this time.

Li Changxing was even more shocked at this time, he suddenly understood that this Yang Lin did have good skills in painting, and his intuition told him that perhaps, Yang Lin was really that Tianming Taoist.

As soon as he thought of this, Li Changxing felt that his cheeks were hot, but as a stick, he always had the skill of being cheeky, and in less than ten seconds, this feeling of shame was thrown aside by him.

"Luckily, he was just teasing me, otherwise, I'd be finished!"

At this moment, Li Changxing didn't have that kind of nest feeling, but felt that Yang Lin's teasing was simply his great honor.

I have to say that in terms of the nature of the sticks, they are indeed cheap enough.

Finally, an hour later!

This time the painting time is relatively long, after the painting, Yang Lin also felt a little tired, but the spirit is still very good, and there is no tired feeling last time, it seems that with the improvement of his strength, his energy is getting stronger and stronger.

Seeing Yang Lin put down the brush, for a moment, everyone stretched out their heads to see how good Yang Lin's painting was.

Yang Lin just smiled gently, and smiled at the people around him: "Okay, you can come and admire!" ”

"I'll come first!" Jin Liangcheng said that he was going to walk over to take a look, as the president, he was the first and understandable, the last time Yang Lin's tiger descended the mountain, he had a fresh memory, but he didn't know what Yang Lin's painting looked like this time.

Yang Lin smiled and stood aside.

Jin Liangcheng couldn't wait to look at it, the expression on his face couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and he subconsciously looked up at Qin Leyan and Lin Duoduo, but this time, Yang Lin painted Qin Leyan and Lin Duoduo.

Like, it's so much like!

Yang Lin painted Qin Leyan and Lin Duoduo, on the painting paper, the image of the two is accurate, fine and elegant, this time, Yang Lin is not using the ink color, but the use of brightly colored brush and ink outline, the color is rich, the brushwork is subtle and implicit, the tone is elegant and beautiful.

At first glance, Jin Liangcheng wondered if it was Qin Leyan and Lin Duoduo who came to the drawing paper.

"God!" Jin Liangcheng looked at Yang Lin blankly, and his heart was even more shocked, he never expected that Yang Lin would actually change his style.

You know, a person's style is difficult to change, bold is bold, gentle is gentle, Jin Liangcheng never knew that a person could paint two styles of painting, even if he suffered a blow and his temperament changed greatly, it was impossible, I have never heard of someone who has changed from a bold character to a gentle character.

However, Yang Lin did it, and he did it easily, if he hadn't seen Yang Lin paint with his own eyes, he would have wondered if these two paintings were spent by one person.

Looking at Jin Liangcheng's surprised expression, Yang Lin smiled very calmly.

For him, all this is a simple thing, just need to bring his emotions into it, if he wants to be bold, he will substitute himself into the bold emotions, if he wants to be gentle, then he will substitute himself into the gentle emotions, the painter's style is not a problem for him at all, he can paint whatever style he wants.

Jin Liangcheng retreated, and soon someone came up.

sluggish, the same sluggishness, they suddenly set their eyes on Qin Leyan and Lin Duoduo......

In the two paintings, Qin Leyan's long hair hangs down her shoulders, her bright eyes still carry a kind of confidence and pride, the corners of her mouth are slightly upturned, with a little tenderness, and a little bit of confidence, smiling skillfully, looking forward to life, like a noble goddess, you can only watch from a distance and not blaspheme.

The other Lin Duoduo is a little cute, with a little innocence on her goose-egg-shaped pretty face, but her eyes are slightly curved, and a pair of dark eyes seem to be flashing, giving people the feeling that this girl is a little bit eccentric in her cuteness.

"Yang Lin, what exactly did you draw?" Finally, Lin Duoduo couldn't help but go straight to the Eight Immortals table of Lihuamu.

Looking at the two paintings in front of her, Lin Duoduo couldn't help but be slightly taken aback, and hurriedly beckoned to Qin Leyan and said, "Sister Leyan, come over quickly, this guy Yang Lin has painted us!" ”

Qin Leyan was also slightly stunned, and when she glanced at it, she was also slightly shocked, looking at the person in the painting, it was really exactly the same as herself.

Those who learn painting, the beginner learns its form, the general knows its spirit, and the capable person holds its mind, but the truly clever person is the form and the divine will, this realm, Jin Liangcheng thinks that he can't do it, but Yang Lin, a young man who is less than twenty years old, can easily do it.

In an instant, Jin Liangcheng really had the feeling that the back waves of the Yangtze River pushed the front waves, and the front waves died on the beach.

"This can't be?" At this time, the Korean stick, Li Changxing screamed in disbelief, looking at the two paintings in front of him, Li Changxing suddenly had a feeling of being deeply defeated.

Even if he wanted to pick out the mistakes, he couldn't find them, it was too perfect, there was no flaw in the slightest, and Yang Lin was not copying at all just now, and even he was still painting with two purposes, he, he, how did he do it.

Li Changxing has a deep sense of frustration, and his lifelong confidence seems to have collapsed with Yang Lin's two paintings.

Yang Lin looked at Li Changxing but smiled coldly: "I said, Painter Li, you should admit that you lost!" Why, you don't want to say that I am also a member of your Korean nation! I'm sorry, but I don't want to be that disgusting race! ”

"You ......" Li Changxing looked at Yang Lin for a long time and didn't say a word, and suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he pointed at Yang Lin's nose and said, "No, you definitely have a problem......

"Oh?" Yang Lin squinted at Li Changxing and sneered, "What do you want to say?" ”

(To be continued)