Yan Qi really didn't use a pen, but a hand.

His hands were stained with dye, and he stirred vigorously, stirring vigorously while saying to the people around him: "How good it is to use your hands directly, your hands and brains are together, and your inspiration is bursting." ”

"Seventh Brother ......"

An Qing flashed her beautiful eyes, watching Yan Qi pouting her ass and stirring the dye together vigorously, snorting tiredly.

It's funny and different.

Everyone was dumbfounded, not knowing which one Yan Qi was playing.

"Painting with your hands? I've never heard of it. ”

"Besides, this is the white cloth used to make clothes, and these dyes, can you paint? It's funny. ”

……

Ding Song and the others looked at Yan Qi's strange appearance, and they couldn't close their mouths with a smile, leaning forward and closing their backs.

Even Judd, who has always maintained a solemn face, also showed a smug smile and said to himself: "It seems that I have won this time." ”

Ding Song pointed at Yan Qi and ridiculed in every way: "You don't even know how to hold a paintbrush, but you want to paint?" There is no rice paper, and after pulling two feet, can you draw a good picture? Finger painting, never heard of it, dare not agree. ”

Wei Yi stepped forward and laughed teasingly: "Everyone, you are appreciative, Yan Qi is about to make a foreign appearance, what does this one have to do with painting?" Wind horses and cows don't match. Yan Qi, Yan Qi, you are a joke. ”

Mo Bufan commanded: "Everyone is optimistic, we want to see what he can draw, Yan Qi, you just wait to make a fool of yourself." ”

……

Yan Qi didn't speak, his fingertips were stained with blue, and his hands were scratched across the white cloth.

A magical scene occurred.

A clear blue sea, choppy.

The other hand flicked a few times above the white cloth, and the blue sky was vivid.

The sea and sky are colorful, and the wonders can be expected.

The originally ordinary white cloth suddenly presented a strange beauty of the sea and sky.

Yikes!

Everyone stared at the strange beauty of the sea and sky, speechless.

Ding Song, Mo Bufan, and Wei Yi still wanted to continue to taunt.

However, when they saw the magnificent beauty of the sea and sky, they held back their stomachs full of ridicule, and did not dare to spit it out again, and stared at the painting, rubbing their eyes vigorously, and could not believe what was happening in front of them.

Wei Yi and Mo Bufan, the two sycophants, were stunned and stupid, opened and closed their mouths, and could no longer speak.

Ding Song's face was full of nervousness: "What happened?" Painting by hand, colorful, and the best thing is that it is too realistic, and the blue sea sheng flute is like the real thing. ”

Judd Dao's expression was serious, although he didn't say a word, but there was admiration in his expression, more jealousy and resentment.

Yan Qi, why can he do anything? Was he a prophet?

Listening to everyone's praise, Yan Qi also had some stinky farts in his heart.

"Hehe, I really want to thank the experience of my previous life. If it weren't for the idle and communication with the hand-painting master He Kui, I really wouldn't be able to cope with it today. ”

In the world before Yan Qi, hand-painting was unremarkable, and many people were proficient in it, and even made a living from it.

Squares, downtowns, tourist attractions, many wandering artists wander here, all rely on hand painting to eat, which is an ordinary art.

However, in the Dahua Dynasty, it was the eldest girl who sat in a sedan chair for the first time.

Everyone watched Yan Qi paint, and they were inexplicably excited.

When Yan Qi painted by hand, it was very expressive, between the blue sea and the sky, a red sun, revealing half of his smiling face.

The light fell on the sea, and a wave of golden scales was shining.

"It's actually "The Rising Sun"!"

An Qing's beautiful eyes flashed with excitement, and she looked at "The Rising Sun", and then at Yan Qi's cheeks, as well as those focused eyes.

For some reason, she is now particularly eager to snuggle in Yan Qi's arms, act recklessly, and make out with Yan Qi.

This is the man I like.

Beneath the unruly exterior, there is a miraculous knowledge.

Brother Seven, a man who looks like an enigma.

His mystery is fascinating.

You never know how many hole cards he has, and his knowledge is unpredictable, unfathomable, and immeasurable like the sea.

Leng Youxue excitedly surrounded Yan Qi and chirped, "Bad guy, where did you learn hand painting?" Bad guy, why don't you say it? Bad guys, you're necrotic. ”

Although he muttered that Yan Qi was a bad person, there was a shallow smile on the corner of Hongyan's mouth, and his beautiful eyes were shining, and he was very happy.

The scene was silent.

After a stick of incense, Yan Qi's "Rising Sun" was finally completed.

Yan Qi shook off the dye on his hand and let out a long breath before asking Leng Youxue, "What did you muttered to me just now?" ”

Leng Youxue sneered: "I won't tell you, bad guy." ”

He disliked Yan Qi for being a villain, but he quickly took the handkerchief and threw it to Yan Qi: "Wipe your hands clean, this dye is not very friendly and will corrode the skin." ”

Yan Qi squeezed his eyebrows: "Xiaoxue cares about me very much." ”

"Cut, I don't care about you."

Leng Youxue curled her red lips and refused to admit it, but seeing that Yan Qi's hands were not very clean, she sent someone to fetch a basin of water and asked Yan Qi to wash it well.

Xiao Yanqi said more, everyone gathered around the "Rising Sun in the East", looking left and right, breathtaking.

"It's really amazing, this kind of painting technique, unheard of, unseen, really created a precedent for the painting style category."

"Yes, this "Rising Sun" can no longer use the six methods of painting to limit the beauty of the painting, which is different from the traditional Danqing, focusing on artistic conception and lighter than realism. This "Rising Sun" is colorful, gorgeous, but very real, and the sea and sky are magnificent, leaping into view. ”

"Yan Qi is really strong, this painting, created a precedent for hand painting, Yan Qi, when he is the founder of hand painting, this painting, whether it is artistic conception, or artistic value, and the style of painting on behalf of, is well deserved, is second to none. Even compared with "Half a Moon", it also has its own merits and is equally divided. ”

There were many celebrities at the scene, and they all felt that although "Half a Moon" was a top painting, "The Rising Sun" was completely comparable to it.

An Tian and Di Renfeng nodded frequently.

With this "Rising Sun in the East", Yan Qi can compete with "Moon and a Half Picture", although he may not win, he will never lose.

Ding Song's heart tightened, ran over, and found fault with "The Rising Sun": "What is this painting, the colors here are too heavy, the depiction here is blurry, and here it is even worse, and there is ...... here."

Yan Qi looked at Ding Song with a smile, and when he came, he said: "Referring to the deer as a horse, is it interesting?" ”

"I ......"

Ding Song looked embarrassed and couldn't slander anymore.

Yan Qi looked at Judd and said: "If you want to be authoritative, you have to belong to Lord Fu Yin, Lord Fu Yin is not only from a good background, but also has a good painting, and is well-informed, and his eyes are like torches." Please ask Lord Yin to comment, it must be fair, just, and win the hearts of the people. Isn't it, Lord Fu Yin? ”