The reason why Mu Qing has such an idea is not that he is blindly optimistic.

It's because his younger brother Mu Bai is indeed an unusual person.

Since childhood, Mu Bai has shown extraordinary talent.

Especially in painting, he is far ahead of his peers.

When he was ten years old, Mu Bai was already famous, and by the time he was 18 years old, Mu Bai already had a nickname, Handong Painting Saint.

It is often said that artists always seem out of place, and Mu Bai is such a person.

As the eldest young master of the Mu family, this guy doesn't like to play around, but instead suffocates himself at home all day long.

He said that it was in the dead of night that he could find inspiration for his creations.

It is in this environment for a long time that he can create excellent works.

However, this guy also has some shortcomings, that is, he can't handle his own work.

Fortunately, he has such an elder brother as Mu Qing, and in addition to running the company, Mu Qing has also become his brother's agent.

In his usual days, he helped his younger brother do a lot of publicity, so that his reputation as a painting saint spread throughout Handong and even beyond.

After becoming famous, these paintings painted by Mu Bai naturally doubled in value.

Over the years, by selling Mu Bai's paintings, Mu Qing has also made a lot of money.

Of course, he did all this in private.

Usually he only took the paintings from his brother, but he was paid very little.

Fortunately, Mu Bai is usually obsessed with creation, and he doesn't pay too much attention to money or anything.

Otherwise, once he learns the truth of the matter, he will immediately fall out with Mu Qing.

But no matter what you say, Mu Bai has an absolute overwhelming advantage over Ye Fan.

After all, whether it is creative experience or painting techniques, Ye Fan cannot be compared with Mu Bai.

After thinking of this, Mu Qing took two steps forward.

"What's wrong Ye Fan, my younger brother is good at drawing, do you want to compete with him?

If you really don't dare to compare, you can take the initiative to retreat now, but this Mu family, you don't want to come in the future. ”

Ye Fan saw Mu Qing's expression, and he also guessed that it was not far from ten.

He could now be 100% sure that this guy Mu Bai must be extraordinary.

But he glanced back at Mu Yun, and Mu Yun kept blinking at him.

It seems to be saying that it will be difficult for Ye Fan to win this time.

However, at this time, Ye Fan suddenly let out a hearty laugh.

"Since my brothers wanted to see the two of us compare, I naturally accepted the challenge.

Brother Mu Bai, what do you want to paint, the subject matter is up to you. ”

Mu Bai heard Ye Fan's words and suddenly paced in front of him.

After two turns, he suddenly crouched down.

I saw him stretch out his hand and suddenly pick up something on the ground. Ye Fan looked at it and it turned out to be the petals of plum blossoms.

"It's really a beautiful view.

Otherwise, let's draw plum blossoms. ”

Since Mu Bai had already said so, Ye Fan couldn't refuse.

At this time, the servants began to get busy, and after a while, two canvases were laid down in the hall.

The conditions were almost identical on both sides, with all kinds of paints and painting tools available.

They can use Chinese landscape paintings to create, or they can use Western oil paintings for comparison.

Or use some mixing techniques, and that's fine.

After the two of them picked up the paintbrush, Mu Qing immediately shouted beside him.

"Two, half an hour time limit, the game begins!"

Hearing the fate of the beginning, Mu Bai was already holding the paintbrush and desperately waving it on the canvas.

As a painter of Handong, ink painting is what he is best at.

I saw him holding a brush, flying up and down on the canvas, and after a while, the plum blossoms dotted with petals had appeared on the canvas.

What he wants to paint this time is a picture of walking through the snow and looking for plum blossoms.

Seeing more and more flowers on the canvas, Ye Fan couldn't help frowning.

"Good guy, this guy is really strong!"

At this time, Ye Fan also had a trace of timidity in his heart.

As a former judge of the underworld, he is very good at this kind of thing, but when it comes to painting, he really can't do this.

But the game has already started, and there is no chance for him to be beaten down now, so he has to get through this game even if he is hard-headed.

He looked at the brush canvas in front of him, and for a moment he was a little overwhelmed.

Although he also knows some basic painting methods, it is almost impossible to defeat such a strong enemy.

Just when he hesitated, Mu Bai next to him had almost finished half of the painting.

If you continue to waste time, you are afraid that you will really lose.

Fortunately, at this critical moment, a flash of inspiration suddenly occurred in his mind.

"Since you're going to paint, it's better to ...... like this."

At this time, Ye Fan quickly reached out and took out his pocket, only to hear a whoosh, he took out his judge's pen again.

His judge's pen is a treasure of magic, but if he paints, he may also have a miraculous effect.

Thinking of this, I haven't hesitated yet.

Instead of using superfluous paint, he used his own judge's pen, dipped it in the most ordinary ink, and began to paint on the canvas.

Ye Fan's painting method actually seems very rough.

He just drew a few simple branches, and then traced a few faint black plum blossoms.

Mu Bai next to him saw him like this, and smiled a little disdainfully.