The person who spoke was next to Guan Kunyu, and it was Qian Zhixu, who had been mad. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Guan Kunyu squinted at Qian Zhixu, whose face was distorted, and shook his head slightly, this person is extremely talented, and his kung fu of painting his mouth at a young age can already be said to have entered the hall and has the demeanor of everyone.

But...... This character is also a little too distorted.

What else can he say except a pity?

Didn't you see Master Wu's face can be inked, and he is still sprinkling it there, isn't this death!

Master Wu stared at Qian Zhixu with a black face, but where was there any reason for Qian Zhixu, who had exploded at the moment, he glared back directly, scaring his fox friends half to death.

Master Wu said coldly: "That military boy, he said that your painting bullshit doesn't understand, I know you have extraordinary knowledge, you might as well evaluate yourself, this time you don't have to be humble, just say one!" ”

Guan Kunyu replied: "Although it is true that the younger generation has not used good paper to practice painting, and even the straw paper that has fallen off the slag has not been used a few times, if it is said that my painting is not good, it is naturally impossible." ”

"Hehe, since you say so, do you dare to take out the painting now for everyone to appreciate?"

"It's up to Master Wu's arrangement."

"Good! Boy, what's your name. ”

"Junior Guan Kunyu."

Master Wu nodded and instructed the servants beside him, "Go, take out his painting." ”

The servant picked out the one marked Guan Kunyu's name from a pile of scrolls, opened the seal, and handed it to Master Wu.

Master Wu tore apart Guan Kunyu's picture scroll with a "sigh", and then he was stunned, with no sadness, no joy or anger on his face, just stunned expressionlessly.

The host didn't speak, and the guests naturally didn't dare to make a sound, and the scene fell into an eerie silence for a while.

You can wait for one minute, two minutes of course, but three minutes...... Is it three minutes long to look at a painting? Of course it's not long, but you don't say a word for three minutes, the expression on your face is still stunned and then angry, angry and laughing, laughing and sad, worried and constipated, what is the situation?

In terms of appreciating paintings, Master Wu can be regarded as an authority in the Songjiang area, which master's paintings have not been seen for so many years, and there has never been such a situation!

So the famous artists in the painting world invited by Master Wu were like sitting on a soldering iron on their buttocks, and they were curious, but they couldn't leave their seats and rush up to grab the paintings, so they had to look at the old lady one by one, hoping that she could come forward to administer justice.

The old lady also felt that her son was too out of shape this time, so she coughed lightly.

Fortunately, Master Wu had not yet reached the point of going mad, so he woke up with this cough, smiled awkwardly, and quickly summoned everyone to his side to appreciate it together.

Several famous guests who had been waiting impatiently for a long time stepped to Master Wu's side in three or two steps, and then, without exception, they were all stunned.

The painters in the courtyard were naturally not qualified to come together to appreciate it, and after seeing the expressions of those famous artists at this time, they couldn't sit still one by one.

"What did this military boy draw, why did Master Wu have that kind of expression after they saw it?"

Qian Zhixu was empty-hearted, and involuntarily moved his body back, subconsciously wanting to hide in the crowd, but unfortunately, he finally remembered that there was still a group of people standing in front of him, and Master Wu couldn't let him get his wish.

Master Wu raised his head, glared at Qian Zhixu coldly, and said, "Qian Zhixu...... Right. ”

Qian Zhixu could only stop and stubbornly said: "It's the junior." ”

"You just said that Guan Xiaoyou is a poor boy from a military household, I'm afraid he can't even afford to buy better brushes and ink, and he definitely can't talk about any painting skills, and he can't paint any good paintings.

You're half right!

It can be seen from this painting that Guan Xiaoyou really doesn't have much money to buy paper and pencils. But whether the painting is good or not, you should see for yourself! ”

After speaking, Master Wu handed Guan Kunyu's painting to the servant and asked the servant to hold it and show it to the painters below.

As soon as Guan Kunyu's painting appeared, the pot immediately exploded below, and all kinds of magical expressions kept changing on everyone's faces.

"This ...... What kind of painting is this, it's just too similar! ”

"That's right, that's right, it's like painting the old lady alive!"

"yes, it really scared me!"

"Well, at first glance, it looks exactly like a real person."

"This painting is really stunning!"

"Amazing! It's amazing! ”

Qian Zhixu was at the forefront, and he was also the first person to see Guan Kunyu's sketch, just at a glance, he knew that he had lost, so he coaxed and wanted to take advantage of the chaos to escape.

It's a pity that the painters who rushed up became more and more crazy the more they watched, and it didn't take a few clicks to squeeze the gray Qian Zhixu in the middle and couldn't move their bodies.

It's no wonder that the painters are so crazy, sketches, especially the photographic sketches painted by Guan Kunyu, no matter what era or country they get, the evaluation will not be too low.

After all, as long as you are a painter, no matter what the school is, you can't afford to look down on this kind of ingenious painting style, he can say a word of craftsmanship at most, but he can't say that you are bad.

If Guan Kunyu showed a portrait of European and American modernism to these people, he would have 100% reason to suspect that he had to go out sideways - to draw the owner's mother like a monster, and not to beat up anyone! If he doesn't beat you ruthlessly, the next day, people's unfilial reputation will stink all over the country!

Qian Zhixu, who was in the midst of the crowd, was pushed over and squeezed over, like a leaf in the waves, so not desolate.

"Damn it!"

Qian Zhixu was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, the current situation is becoming more and more unfavorable for him, losing is not terrible, who can win all the time? There are more people in the world who are stronger than him, and he Qian Zhixu is not arrogant enough to think that Lao Tzu is the best in the world.

It is precisely because victory or defeat is a common thing in soldiers, and this time the opponent's painting is indeed too amazing, as long as he admits defeat generously, I believe that others will not say anything.

But...... Lost to a military household that he had always looked down on...... To give a military kid's blockbuster as a background, as a stepping foot...... As soon as he thought of this, Qian Zhixu couldn't suppress his anger that was getting hotter and hotter.

Reason told Qian Zhixu that he had to admit defeat, but anger burned his reason little by little, and years of experience and education have soaked his discrimination against military households to the bones, and this emotion is the best fuel for anger.

In the end, Qian Zhixu had only one thought left in his mind - there must be a flaw in this painting, and he must find the flaw, kill it with one blow, and turn the situation around! It's like what this bastard military kid did to himself just now!

"There must be a flaw, there must be a flaw! Even if there is no flaw, there must be a flaw! I can't be perfect, and he definitely can't be a bastard military kid! Absolutely not! ”