The cat's ears on the side pointed to the painting and said in surprise, "I'm a good God, this scene is simply alive!" Look at those street shops, all of them have signboards, and even the different shapes of each one, the scribe Wen painted them exactly the same. ”

Speaking of this, the cat's ears stared at Wen Xiaoyun and couldn't help but take a few steps forward and asked, "Scribe Wen, have you really just come to our Yanzhou Mansion not long ago?" Why do I look at you as if you grew up in our Yanzhou Mansion since childhood. ”

Having been a first-class snitch, Cat Ears is a treasure for the busiest streets of Yanzhou Prefecture.

Whose signboard, whose façade, and whose boss he remembered, he especially remembered.

But now when I look at Wen Xiaoyun's painting, the cat's ears realize that some of my memories are not accurate.

And his level is already beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Ordinary people may recognize the shops that walk the streets, but it is absolutely impossible to memorize the font and shape of the signboard without any mistakes.

However, his questions were not answered in a timely manner.

Wen Xiaoyun's painting on this side is not over yet,

She used more concise brushstrokes to draw on several other sheets of paper.

The difference is that this time Wen Xiaoyun now drew many horizontal and vertical lines on the paper. Then I draw in a small space with different line segments.

The more Wen Xiaoyun painted, the tighter her brows furrowed.

This time, she chose to use the comic storyboard method to make the whole murder active.

In other words, she turned the murder into a short comic.

From her and Yin Nuo's perspective, all the details seen are faithfully restored.

Considering that all the people in this room are ancient, the storyboard should not be too broken and scattered, and her method of dividing the frame is relatively ancient, similar to the father and son style.

It's just that the characters and the street background, and the sudden appearance of the flying dragon, are all realistically displayed with realistic sketches.

Yin Nuo's gaze seemed to be glued to the tip of Wen Xiaoyun's pen, moving quickly as she walked with the pen.

Although he had known for a long time that Wen Xiaoyun was the Holy Hand of Danqing, but now that he saw these almost life-like paintings, he still opened his mouth in shock.

Wen Xiaoyun's paintings this time are different from all the genres he has seen before.

Any other school of painting pays attention to freehand, and there is a bit of a taste of god-like shapes.

But what Wen Xiaoyun painted is clearly similar to the shape of the god.

Yin Nuo was so shocked that his hands clenched into fists.

No, it's not similar, these paintings are exactly the same as the archetypes in the real world.

The houses she paints are of different heights and shadows, and every detail is extremely realistic.

It's just an ordinary blank piece of paper, but it seems that Wen Xiaoyun has opened up another real world, so that people can see it, and even those buildings will all stand up and stand upright on the paper.

And the characters she painted are even more realistic than ever, many of them, Yin Nuo has an impression, no matter the appearance and height or the costume, they are exactly the same as Yin Nuo's memory.

Even far more comprehensive and real than he remembered.

Yin Nuo unconsciously raised his eyes and looked at Wen Xiaoyun.

Her eyes were bright, her expression was serious, her movements were swift and graceful, and her entire attention was completely absorbed in the painting, to the point of forgetting the object and the self.

Yin Nuo was not only amazed by her strange and rare paintings, but also admired her strong brain power that contained almost all the details of everything in the world.

Until now, Yin Nuo was really impressed by her, convinced, and helped her without the wall.

Even if the name of that Feng Ming's first-day genius boy is placed on her, it is not enough to reflect all her strength.

On this side, Yin Nuo was deeply shocked by Wen Xiaoyun's paintings, and on the other side, everyone in the room was completely stupid.

Even Yin Qianhua, who has always been very familiar with Wen Zhuyun's strength, was a little stupid when he saw Wen Xiaoyun's successive paintings.

In addition to the realism of the first general picture, he couldn't believe the lattice drawings in the back.

Where is the painting, it is simply a restoration of all the images that happened in reality.

Such scary water, such a beautiful dragon.

Yin Qianhua never knew that it was just an ordinary little wolf, and it turned out to be the finishing touch of the creation god rafter in Wen Xiaoyun.

"Oh my God," the prefect on the side couldn't help but exclaim, "It's the first time I've seen such a magical painting in my life." ”

He couldn't help but step forward, reaching out in disbelief to touch it, looking at the ink on his fingertips that had not yet been completely dried, he really believed that it was just a flat white paper, and there was no three-dimensional building at all.

He hurriedly walked to the front of those lattice paintings, although he had already heard his subordinates probably talk about the occurrence of the case and the details of it, but after all, it was passed on to one hand, and there were still many places where the prefect of the Wang Mansion did not know much about the process of the murder.

But looking at this picture of clear and real activities, he actually understood the whole process clearly.