So Hou Fangyu instantly lifted the pen, dipped the brush with ink, and drew a stroke on the paper, at this time, the people who came to play around came over, most of these were the surrounding people, and even some people who had just returned from plowing the ground, and they were still a little muddy. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

And the person next to him admired while looking at it, "It's worthy of everyone in the painting, and you know the depth of this shot." ”

"That's, I don't look at what kind of person this is, I see, the one named Mo Qian is still not compared, so as not to be ashamed."

"You see, this meticulous sketch shows the moving posture of Miss Feiyan, as long as you practice for a little longer, I think it will not be a problem to become everyone!" After a while, a picture of a transcendent beauty appeared in front of everyone, and the woman in the painting smiled, although the outline was not very detailed, but compared with the real person, it was a different posture.

"Okay, I'm done painting now, it's up to you, don't be cowardly at this time."

Hou Fangyu proudly handed the brush to Mo Qian's hand.

"Sir, this person deceives people too much, how can anyone be proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, isn't it difficult for a strong man? I think it will make Qin Liu's heart better, and I promise to make him embarrassed and throw him home. Yu Xuan whispered next to Mo Qian's ear. Mo Qian glanced at Qin Liuxin in surprise, and showed a shy smile on the other side, but he was very confident.

Mo Qian smiled, he didn't expect that the people in his class who originally thought that they were sent by the children of the official eunuchs could also have such talents. "Liu Xin can really defeat Hou Fangyu?" Mo Qian asked.

"Of course, Liu Xin's painting skills have been praised by Mr. Wu Yuanhe, saying that his painting skills have entered the hall, and it is not easy to deal with this level of painting? How about it, sir, do you want to let Liu Xin ......" Yu Xuan said with a frown.

But Mo Qian shook his head, "No need, since you are so good at being a student, then I can't be a gentleman without a little housekeeping skills, you just wait and see." ”

After that, Mo Qian put aside the brush in his hand, and took out the charcoal pen that had been wrapped in cloth from his arms, which he specially asked someone to prepare, which was already different from the burning charcoal in Ning Yuan at that time, and even the pen shaft was specially made of hollow wood.

Although there is still a gap with the previous life, it is enough for Mo Qian to use it here.

"Huh? What is this? "It looks like a burning stick, but he just let go of the pen, which means he wants to use this burning stick to paint?" He's crazy? ”

"Hahaha, we'll just wait to see the joke."

The surrounding talents are laughing on the sidelines, but some of the people around are watching with interest, for them, they don't know what painting skills are, and they just come to have a good time, and everything feels fresh.

But as soon as Mo Qian put down the pen, with a few brushes, a faint smiling woman immediately appeared on the paper, just an outline, but it can still make people feel the beauty of the woman in the painting, every long hair, a look, and even the curvature of the corners of the mouth, all make Mo Qian draw so meticulously.

It was as if there was not a painting in front of him, but a beautiful woman.

Even Fei Yan came to see it herself, and she felt a little incredible, "Brother Mo, is this really me?" How can just a few strokes be able to draw people in such detail? It's even more powerful than me looking at the bronze mirror! ”

And the people around were a little frightened, and they even wondered if there was really a person on it.

Mo Qian silently withdrew the pencil into his arms, sketching, in this era, is really a cheating method against the sky. Chinese painting pays attention to artistic conception, but sketching pays attention to detail, just like a camera, depicting every detail of people, so it can show more in this aspect.

Of course, it does not mean that sketching is better than Chinese painting, the two are expressed in different ways, so sometimes it naturally depends on personal preference.

But the reason why Mo Qian now uses sketches to confront Hou Fangyu is that although Hou Fangyu's paintings are good, they follow the old path after all.

In the eyes of these people, what kind of feeling is it to appear that a self that is exactly like oneself is on the page? Probably only the shock can explain it.

It can be said that Mo Qian is now a kind of pioneer status, regardless of the quality of the paintings, he can beat the opposite side in this aspect.

"This ...... How did you do this? The crowd next to him was asking, but no one could explain it clearly, including Mo Qian, he couldn't answer, he just learned it, and it was a bit troublesome to really investigate the principle.

So Mo Qian spread his hands, "You all watch and do it, and see if it's his good or mine." ”

As expected, everyone unanimously pointed their fingers at Mo Qian.

Hou Fangyu's face became a little ugly, he originally wanted to humiliate the other party, but now he has become a self-inflicted humiliation, this tone is really unbearable. In particular, those who had been flattering themselves by their side all now turned to extolling the creativity of Mo Qian's paintings.

"Flame-clinging people!" Hou Fangyu gritted his teeth and said.

And the people around him also looked a little unpleasant, and they always felt that they were laughing around their paintings.

Especially when he saw an old man in a coarse linen shirt, with a hoe in his hand and a sweat towel on his shoulder, he looked like he had just come back from the ground, and he was looking intently in front of his paintings, and Hou Fangyu, who was shaking his head while looking at it, was even more unpleasant, "What do you see, hillbilly, can you understand?" ”

Hou Fangyu shouted, and then pushed the old man out, the old man lost his center of gravity at once, grabbed it with his hand, wiped Hou Fangyu's painting, and then fell to the ground.

And the old man's hand grabbed it, and the painting was destroyed in an instant, and a big mud palm was imprinted on it. Hou Fangyu looked at the painting in front of him stupidly, and suddenly became angry, and stepped forward to kick the old man's body.

"I asked you to ruin my paintings, what a hillbilly you are all about!"

When Hou Fangyu was about to continue, his body was inexplicably lifted up by others, and then with a force on his hand, he separated him from the old man.

I saw that Mo Qian's eyes were a little hot, "Get up, come again, I showed mercy to you just now!" ”