When Qin Xuan's words fell, the class seemed to have experienced an eighteenth-level storm, and there was an instant restlessness!

Oh my God, what did they hear?

Qin Xuan actually said bluntly in front of Teacher Murong that her paintings did not dare to be seen!

It's crazy, it's crazy!

Who is Murong Jing? She is a top student who graduated from the Royal Academy of Art in the first place of the world's four major art academies, and her painting style is unique, integrating the essence of Eastern and Western painting, and gaining a foothold in the art world with a strong personal style, and she is known as the woman of Little Picasso.

Such a painting genius, even a master of Chinese painting who has been immersed in the field of painting all his life, has to make friends with Murong Jing on an equal footing, and he does not dare to rely on the old and sell the old to show respect.

And now that there is zero artistic cells, the poor student who failed the painting exam this time is ashamed to say that Murong Jing's painting is unsightly, is there anything crazier than this?

Many classmates looked at Qin Xuan gloatingly!

Look for trouble!

If you don't die, you won't die!

Qin Xuan is doomed now!

Murong Jing, who was dressed in a women's professional suit, had a cold complexion, her eyes were cold, and a piercing chill emanated from her body, which seemed to make the entire classroom freeze.

"What do you say?" Murong Jing said word for word!

Words are like knives, knives and knives are cut!

"That...... Teacher Murong, your painting is a little hot enough!"

Qin Xuan said stiffly.

It's not that he's pretending!

But with his devotion to art, he really can't say that this is a delicacy in the world to a lump of poop!

He is responsible for the art!

"Okay, good!" Murong Jing's lungs were about to explode!

She is very arrogant, very arrogant, because she is a genius, and it took her ten years to reach a height that ordinary painters cannot reach in a lifetime.

In terms of life and work, she is old-fashioned and meticulous, like a lifeless tree, dying of old age, but in the field of painting, she is full of energy, excitement, and incomparable self-confidence.

And now there is a person who insults her work and makes her unbearable inside.

"Since you said that my painting is not good enough, then I want to see your level!" Murong Jing said in a cold voice.

"Hahaha, Qin Xuan pretended to be too much this time!"

"It's not okay to question Teacher Murong's work, now I'm dumbfounded!"

"Tsk, I really want to see Qin Xuan's masterpiece and see if his tone is as godly. ”

Many students in the class gloated and laughed, and their eyes were full of disdain, shooting at the teenager in the class.

"Teacher Murong, it's my artistic heart that makes me can't lie with my conscience, it seems that I can only show my hand!" Qin Xuan said lightly.

"You don't really want to go up and give away people's heads, do you?" Kong Xi's poisonous snake demeanor flare up again: "Qin Xuan, I know your level, painting dragons like insects, tigers like cats, men like women, painting what is not like anything, who gave you confidence?"

"Little crow, can't you be a little confident in me?" three black lines appeared on Qin Xuan's forehead.

"Alas, come back alive!" Kong Xi covered his forehead and looked at Qin Xuan with a hopeless expression.

"......" Qin Xuan.

The next moment, Qin Xuan slowly walked to the podium, and under all the gaze, picked up a piece of chalk.

"If I go, he doesn't really want to go up and paint, does he?"

"Exciting, so exciting!"

Qin Xuan ignored the gossip around him, and said lightly: "There is no hypocrisy in art, I said that Teacher Murong's painting is not enough, today I will let you see what real art is!"

In an instant, Qin Xuan's thin figure changed, with an inexplicable cold aura, like a picturesque holy possession, as if standing on the top of a mountain, lonely and seeking defeat, invincible in the world.

Swish!

The next moment, Qin Xuan began to put pen to paper!

The pen is like thunder, and the thunder stirs the earth.

From the perspective of the pen, the technique, the movement, the demeanor, and the artistic conception instantly attracted everyone's minds.

Murong Jing's eyes narrowed slightly!

As soon as the connoisseur makes a move, he knows if there is one!

Just from Qin Xuan's starting point, it is simply natural, flawless, and flawless!

That grace is impeccable, even more perfect than her!

The contempt in Murong Jing's heart disappeared, and she began to watch Qin Xuan paint.

A series of vigorous and powerful lines were drawn from Qin Xuan's pen, like mercury pouring into the ground, in one go, iron hook silver painting, without the slightest pause in the middle, it was natural.

He has an extraordinary bearing, as if he is possessed by a ghostly painting saint, and like a young man dancing with a sword in the bamboo forest, just watching Qin Xuan paint is an incomparable enjoyment.

The lines crisscross and slowly converge into a beautiful picture!

The picture is of a woman, standing under a cherry blossom tree, looking forward to her lover.

The picture is vivid, into the wood, whether it is the woman's eyes, movements, demeanor, extremely expressive, outlining a woman's lovesickness and attachment.

This is the fairy in the poem, the person in the painting, lifelike, ready to come out!

"Oh my God, is this still a painting? This woman is going to come out of the painting!"

"It's so beautiful, this woman should only be heard in heaven and in the world. ”

"Painting saint, this is the real painting saint, you can see such a picture, you will die without regrets!"

"It's so beautiful, I feel like I'm in love!"

The students were immersed in this incomparable painting, and when the art reached a certain height, everyone forgot about their prejudices and couldn't help but praise it from the bottom of their hearts.

"This ...... How is this possible?" Wang Jiang's face turned red, like a male duck being pinched by his throat.

"Qin Xuan?" Kong Xi opened his small mouth and widened his eyes, his eyes full of incredulity, as if he had met Qin Xuan for the first time.

The most shocking thing was Murong Jing!

Perfect, so perfect!

This painting is simply beyond her imagination of painting!

It's just beautiful to cry!

It's a painting that conquers everyone!

The realm of this painting has never been seen before, and there is no one after it!

Looking at that painting, her heart seemed to be touched!

Because who is the woman in the painting, if not her?

"Am I really that beautiful?" Murong Jing muttered to herself.

And at this time, Qin Xuan's voice came faintly: "Painting should be more unrestrained, a good painter should not be limited by rules and regulations, it can be seen that your attainments in painting are very deep, combining the two painting techniques of the East and the West to create your own style." However, it is because you are too obsessed with the fusion of Eastern and Western techniques, and you pay too much attention to the techniques themselves, and ignore the essence of painting. ”

"What am I going to do?" Murong Jing couldn't help but ask, at this moment, she didn't even notice that in front of Qin Xuan, she had become a student who was eager to learn.

"It's very simple, the essence of painting is actually to show a picture, skills can help you paint, but painting is not limited to skills, when you can jump out of the skills, no longer stick to the rules, to achieve the painting at will, when you can go further. ”

"Thinking outside the box and drawing as you like is exactly what I'm missing. Murong Jing muttered to herself.

She chewed on Qin Xuan's words repeatedly in her mind, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt that what Qin Xuan said was very reasonable, a real master must be beyond the skills, and he could not be beyond the skills, and he could never be called a painter, but could only be called a painter.

"Hmm, what about Qin Xuan?"

At this time, she suddenly found that Qin Xuan was missing.

"Report to the teacher, Qin Xuan has skipped class!" Wang Jiang said with a gloating expression, waiting for Teacher Murong Jing to go crazy.

And Murong Jing just nodded lightly.

"Got it!"

She wasn't mad at skipping class!

Qin Xuan's painting skills have exploded countless times for her, listening to her class, this will make her blush!

It's like a primary school student selling her knowledge in front of a doctoral student, if Qin Xuan is here, she is really embarrassed to give a lecture.

"Qin Xuan, what an interesting boy!" Murong Jing thought in her heart, a smile on the corner of her mouth.

Smile and be happy!

Oh my God, Teacher Murong, who has always been an iceberg, actually smiled!

The class was dumbfounded.