Wang Hao groaned slightly.

That painting scroll, Wang Yunge doesn't know how many painters he has gathered and how much effort he has spent to complete it, and it is impossible to surpass it with Wang Hao's painting attainments alone. Moreover, the most important ideas and ideas of the picture scroll cannot be used by Wang Hao for reference.

If you want to beat Lou Wanshu's picture scroll, you can only ......

Draw what ordinary people can't draw!

Thinking of the idea of that picture scroll, he was the initiator, Wang Hao couldn't help but shake his head helplessly.

Sure enough, life is a process of constantly surpassing oneself.

Negative Grievance from Song Chun +25

+27 Negative Grievance from Bao Sangang

Negative Grievance from Du Rubing +22

+27 Negative Grievance from Korean......

Wang Hao hadn't started painting yet, and during the banquet, some people had already begun to express their negative grievances.

These grievances are all kinds of contempt, ridicule, and disdain.

These people don't dare to give gifts, but they don't hesitate to contribute to Wang Hao who dares to stand up.

The ink is like a stream of water on the white paper, rendered.

Wang Hao has already put pen to paper.

At this moment, if there is a psychic here, you must be able to see that the brush in Wang Hao's hand falls on the paper, not only ink, but also a burst of soft aura, which gathers from the surrounding nothingness.

Like invisible spring water, blending with ink.

This is the "Spirit".

Wang Hao is giving spirituality to this painting......

At this moment, he seems to have been immersed in the painting, one person and one world. It is as if he is no longer a painting, but is creating a soul, and the hustle and bustle around him is gone.

Time passes between the inks.

In the hall there was a discussion,

Someone ridiculed,

Someone is looking forward to it slightly......

Wang Hao held the pen and painted quietly.

Jiang Qinglu looked at Wang Hao, with a deep and thoughtful gaze in her eyes.

Nie Baishan frowned lightly.

Wang Yunge stood with his hands in his hands, without even looking at Wang Hao.

Wu Liqing and Situ Que also looked at Wang Hao with playful expressions.

They lost to Lou Wanshu in the "Gift" link, but if Jiang Qinglu was at the bottom, they would be in a better mood.

"Oh?"

Looking at Wang Hao, Qin Yun, the representative of Nanshan of the Wanshi Chamber of Commerce, gently rubbed his fingers against the wine bottle, his eyes were slightly bright, I don't know if he saw something and what he found?

"Brother Hanfeng, I believe you can do it!" Kuai Naihu clenched his fists tightly, cheering for Wang Hao in his heart.

Swish!

finally

With a wave of ink, Wang Hao put the pen on the inkstone.

The eyes converged, and some people stood up, craned their necks, and looked at the drawing paper.

Wang Hao blew lightly and dried the ink.

Two attendants came up, lifted the painting, and showed it to the crowd.

On the painting, Jiang Qinglu sits on the bank of the river, dressed in white, with green mountains and green waters in the distance, and a river meanders away, and the artistic conception is wide and clear. In the mountains, the ancient trees are luxuriant, and the waterfall is like a white dragon hanging down, poetic and picturesque.

"That's it?"

"What's this?"

Looking at this portrait, people began to talk.

This portrait, at first glance, is really unremarkable, and if you find a slightly famous painter in Furi City, I am afraid that you can draw it.

"This kid is not afraid of losing face!"

"Oh, this sacrifice is ugly, and it is really dedicated to home. ”

Bursts of ridicule and laughter followed.

Many people also cast pity and sympathy at Jiang Qinglu.

Wang Hao lost more than his own face, and pulled Jiang Qinglu into the water.

"No matter what, it's always a thought, put it away. Nie Baishan waved his hand and motioned for the attendant to put the painting away.

Flutter!

At this moment, a flapping of wings sounded.

For some reason, on Situ Que's desk, the colorful finches in the birdcage suddenly became restless, and immediately crashed open the cage door, flew out, flew in front of Jiang Qinglu's portrait, and flew around the portrait.

Whoa!

A burst of flapping wings came one after another, and outside the hall, birds flew one after another, colorful, and they all gathered in front of Jiang Qinglu's portrait.

This scene is like a hundred birds and a phoenix!

At this moment, the scenery in the painting, green mountains and green waters, a river water,

Even Jiang Qinglu seems to have been endowed with spirituality and has become extremely vivid.

In the portrait, the river meanders and flows, and the woods dance and sway. Looking at the portrait, it is as if there is really a wind blowing, and people really feel the breeze blowing on their faces.

The Jiang Qinglu on the painting, surrounded by a flock of birds, dressed in white like snow, elegant and refined, not stained with dust.

A painting is like a life.

"What's going on?"

"This ......"

Looking at this fairy-like scene, everyone was shocked, and some people were even shocked and speechless.

Lou Wanshu's painting scroll, although it is magnificent and elegant, has a trace of charm, but after all, it is just a "painting". And Jiang Qinglu's portrait seems to come to life and is full of spirituality.

This is almost beyond the scope of painting.

"Miss Qinglu, please, smile. ”

Putting away the portrait, Wang Hao held the scroll in his hand, lowered his body slightly, and dedicated it to Jiang Qinglu.

This painting is actually Wang Hao's cultivation of the sword spirit spell and the further use of "spirit" energy.

At the same time, he also had a deeper feeling for the "spirit".

Jiang Qinglu took the scroll, and the birds still didn't want to disperse, flying around her. The multicolored finch had already abandoned its owner, and stopped on Jiang Qinglu's shoulder, seeing that Situ Que and Luo Chuan were both blue-faced.

Holding the scroll in his hand, Jiang Qinglu looked at Wang Hao, as if he wanted to see him through, but he felt that he couldn't see through it.

On the side, Wang Yunge's expression was gloomy, and his eyes were cold.

Lou Wanshu also had a frosty face.

Even if they are unwilling, everyone has to admit that Wang Hao's portrait is better than Lou Wanshu's picture. is just a portrait of a person, which overshadows Lou Wanshu in various postures in the painting, making the originally stunning and magnificent picture scroll now look like a joke.

Negative resentment from Song Chun +41

+50 Negative Grievance from Yang Yang

Negative resentment from Zhang Qingfeng +47

Negative Grievance from Liu Guo +51

Negative Grievance from Ho Buqun +44......

Wang Hao is so "coquettish", this is slapping everyone's face!

Negative resentment also came like a tidal wave.

Among them, there are naturally many contributions from Wang Yunge, Lou Wanshu, and the four sons of Furi City.

Sure enough, group ridicule is king.

Looking at the soaring negative resentment, Wang Hao sighed in his heart.

Near-good Qi from Qin Yun +50

In the midst of many negative grievances, the green bushes were red, and suddenly received 50 ounces of kindness.

"Good painting! I have seen many people and many things, and my vision is not shallow, but when I saw Xiaoyou's painting today, I was amazed in my heart, and it was really indescribable. Furi City, there is an excellent talent!"

"I don't know what to call a little friend?"

Qin Yun's voice sounded then, looking at Wang Hao, his eyes were full of appreciation.

"Han Feng. Wang Hao replied.

Qin Yun took out a jade plaque from his sleeve, handed it to Wang Hao, and said, "If Han Feng's little friend is willing, it is better for us to make friends." This is Qin's famous order, during the chivalrous meeting, I will be in the city lord's mansion, if you are free, it is better to come and talk to the old man more, Qin sweeps the couch to greet him. ”

"What?"

"Mr. Qin actually gave Han Feng a name!"

Before Wang Hao could speak, there was a burst of surprise at the banquet, as if a pot had exploded.