Everyone was dumbfounded!

But Tao Ranting didn't really drink the red fuel, he just poured it into his mouth, and then squirted it on the rice paper, and the drops of red plum appeared on the rice paper.

"Haha, a hundred flowers compete for beauty, my painting is not only a hundred flowers are gorgeous, my painting can be said to be ten thousand flowers competing for beauty!"

When the time came, Lin Yi also finished his own painting, compared to Tao Ranting, who was full of red and in a crazy state, Lin Yi simply didn't look like a painter.

Everyone already has a judgment in their hearts, this competition, there is no doubt that Tao Ranting is too much better than Lin Yi, Tao Ranting's painting, as Tao Ranting said, its painting is not only a hundred flowers competing for beauty, but on the other hand, Lin Yi's painting, there is only such a monotonous peony, although it looks good, but not only is the painting not right, but its pen strength may not be able to compare with Tao Ranting.

"Ran Ting, I haven't seen your painting for a long time, your painting skills have improved a lot, if I'm not mistaken, your painting uses the raindrop wrinkle method of the Northern Song Dynasty. Guan Lao began to comment.

"Guan Lao Gaoren, Ran Ting used Song Kuan's raindrop wrinkle method. ”

Guan Lao nodded, a little relieved, "At the last moment, you can have a change of inspiration and give birth to these ten thousand blood rain plum blossoms, which is really beyond the expectations of the old man." ”

Guan Lao nodded his head five times at Tao Ranting's painting, and it was obvious that he was still very optimistic about Tao Ranting's painting.

Everyone present was deeply impressed by Guan Lao's comments, and it was an indisputable fact that Tao Ranting won, so at this moment, everyone focused their eyes on Lin Yi's painting, wanting to hear what Guan Lao said about Lin Yi's painting.

"People are competing for flowers, he paints a flower, and there are only black and white, how can it be compared?"

"If you want me to say that a little civil servant of the Cultural Affairs Bureau is not so accomplished, do you still think he can turn the sky upside down?"

Guan Lao set his eyes on Lin Yi's peony painting, took a closer look at it, and then smiled slightly: "The peony on Mr. Lin's painting is indeed lifelike and lifelike, but the title of the painting produced by the old man is a hundred flowers competing for beauty, and you only painted one, which seems to be a little wrong." ”

Lin Yi put down the pen in his hand and smiled slightly, "Dare to ask Mr. Guan, the so-called hundred flowers compete for beauty, have you ever said that you must draw hundreds of flowers?"

Guan Lao shook his head, "This is not true!"

Tao Ranting sneered, "Although Guan Lao didn't make it clear, anyone with a discerning eye knows that a hundred flowers compete for beauty, and it is natural to measure it by the number of flowers. ”

Lin Yi smiled, "This only shows that you are ignorant, haven't you heard this poem? ”

According to legend, Wu Zetian ordered the flowers in the Imperial Garden to bloom overnight, but this one is the peony of the first hundred flowers, which is proud and unyielding, so that Wu Zetian was furious and ordered to burn all the peonies in the world. I would like to ask you, once the peony at the head of a hundred flowers blooms, how can the other thousands of flowers in this world compete with it. ”

"Reasonable, reasonable!" At this time, Guan Lao suddenly smiled, and nodded his head more than a dozen times.

Tao Ranting was unconvinced, "You are clearly a strong word, we are comparing paintings, not oral articles." ”

Lin Yi shook his head, at this time a waiter walked up to Lin Yi, still holding a bag in his hand, Lin Yi nodded at him, the waiter opened the bag, and saw four or five colorful butterflies flying out of the bag.

"Look, butterfly...... This butterfly is picking flowers ......."

Everyone was shocked, and when they looked around, they saw that the dozen or so butterflies were all crawling on the peony painted by Lin Yi, as if they were picking real flowers.

"Wow, this ...... It's a miracle......"

"This ...... These butterflies took this peony as if it were a real flower......"

Countless shouts were set off in the entire lobby, and everyone's eyes were focused on Lin Yi's peony painting.

"Okay, good! The old man has been painting for half his life, and he has never been able to make the real with the fake, Mr. Lin's painting can be described as rare in ancient and modern times, and Mr. Lin won this competition!"

Guan Lao's words were like a basin of cold water, completely extinguishing the flame of hope in Tao Ranting's heart, and his whole person seemed to have fallen into some kind of desperate atmosphere, his eyes were dull, his face was haggard, of course, it was more unbelievable, and even unclear.

"Impossible, impossible, how could he, a small civil servant of the Cultural Bureau, win me...... I am the leader of the younger generation in Jiangcheng's calligraphy and painting industry......" Tao Ranting shook his head vigorously, his iconic long hair fluttering in the wind.

Although this result was beyond everyone's expectations, and even many people didn't quite understand what was going on, Guan Lao's judgment was beyond doubt, although Lin Yi's peony picture was not seen by most people, but he did it with the fake, if not, how to explain that these butterflies were all gathered around the fake peony to pick flowers?

"Ranting, we and other painters, should look down on the victory, the so-called master in the folk, absolutely reckless, Mr. Lin's painting is not only beyond your reach, even the old decay is beyond reach. Looking at Tao Ranting, who was so frustrated, Guan Lao couldn't help but sigh.

"Mr. Guan, I think your judgment is unfair, although Mr. Lin's paintings are a little vivid, but how can they compare to the hundreds of flowers painted by Ran Ting, this Mr. Lin is just a mouthful, Mr. Guan, please don't be deceived by his words. At this time, Zhou Yaqing stood beside the frustrated Tao Ranting with an unwilling face, and she was even more difficult to accept than Tao Ranting for such a result.

Mr. Guan's face was displeased, "Are you questioning Guan's judgment?"

Zhou Yaqing was noncommittal, this old Mr. Guan was highly respected in the Jiangcheng calligraphy and painting circles, and he was also an old friend of his future father-in-law Tao Yuan, Tao Ranting personally invited him to judge, but he was on Lin Yi's side at the moment, which made Zhou Yaqing very angry.

In fact, Tao Ranting didn't have this thought, he had previously planned to invite Guan Lao to judge, and he also took into account the relationship between Guan Lao and his father Tao Yuan.

"Ran Ting, do you also question Guan Mou's judgment?" Guan Lao's face was displeased, and he stared at Tao Ranting.

"Ran Ting didn't dare, but Ran Ting was not convinced!"

Mr. Guan's eyes narrowed, "Well, since you are not convinced, then the old man please take a good look at Mr. Lin's painting again." ”

With Guan Lao's words, not only Tao Ran Ting, but everyone followed Guan Lao's guidance to look at Lin Yi's peony picture.

Guan Lao pointed to Lin Yi's peony picture, "You are optimistic, Mr. Lin's painting has a clear and clean ink rhyme, a graceful and free and realistic style, and the composition uses the branch folding method, and the peony branch is bent and stretched upwards from the lower right, with dry brush and thick ink, chic and straight." Look at his peony to write a substitute description, the pen is strong, the shape is beautiful, the pen and ink are sparse and concise, and the line is beautiful and free. ”

"Ran Ting, seeing this, do you think that Mr. Lin's brushstrokes and style of this painting are very similar to a certain famous calligrapher and painter in ancient times?"

Tao Ranting didn't pay attention to Lin Yi's painting at all before, but at this moment, following Guan Lao's guidance, he looked carefully, and the beauty of the peony in this painting had a kind of posthumous and independent beauty.

"Don ...... Tang Yin?" Tao Ranting looked at the peony picture in a daze, his pupils dilated, and his face was pale.

Guan Lao nodded slightly, "Mr. Lin's painting has the style of Tang Yin in the Ming Dynasty, although the pen power is slightly insufficient, but its shape, its color, and its wind, all three are not left behind. ”

Quiet!

Absolute silence!

Everyone in the venue opened their mouths wide, Tang Yin? This Lin Yi's painting actually has the style of Tang Yin, and the appearance is not inferior to that of the ancient people.

What kind of strength is this!

Tao Ranting's face was pale, but he couldn't say a word at the moment, although Zhou Yaqing was not convinced, but looking at Tao Ranting's face and state, he also knew that he had already admitted defeat in his heart.

"Why does Lin Yi know how to paint Chinese paintings? Why does Mr. Guan have such a high opinion of his paintings? Why don't I know that Lin Yi can paint at all?" Han Xinyan held it up, staring at Lin Yi's painting tightly, and wondered in her heart that she couldn't see Lin Yi's scourge more and more clearly.

The previous sarcastic and questioning eyes in the venue have also eased with Lin Yi's masterpiece, and even more, some people have regarded Lin Yi as a folk master in the calligraphy and painting world.