Looking at the forest map of Tiger Roaring Mountain on the bookcase, everyone praised it.

Shen He smiled all over his face, even he nodded with satisfaction from time to time when he looked at the painting he had just completed.

"False praise and false praise, Xiaosheng only learned a little bit of his father's skin, and he dare not be the name of the first painter in southern Xinjiang."

He saluted with his fists and said so, but his face couldn't hide his arrogant demeanor at all.

Of course, the seven or eight talents on the field were not dissatisfied with this.

Flowers are born on their mouths, surrounding Shen He like stars holding the moon.

There is no way, the Shen family can also be called a well-known nobleman in Dayun.

His great-grandfather was very good at painting, and he was very good at painting, just because he had entered the palace to paint a portrait of the old emperor, and he was favored.

Since then, the ancestor of the Shen family has ascended to the sky one step at a time.

Not only was he awarded the title of royal painter, but he was also given the title of "God Brush".

A hundred years of continuation, the painting skills have been inherited, even if the descendants can no longer surpass the glory of the ancestors of the Shen family, but the Shen family is still in the clouds of the wind and water.

But although Shen He has some talent among the juniors of the Shen family, he is not the best.

It's really compared to the brothers and sisters above, but the technique is much worse.

Besides, Kyoto is full of talents, and it is difficult for him to get ahead.

It just so happened that this time, a friend invited him to come to southern Xinjiang to fight the arts, not to mention anything else, what young talents can there be in this little southern Xinjiang?

Aren't they all a bunch of self-righteous rabble?

So here he comes.

However, in just a few days, he enjoyed all the ups and downs in this world, not only that, but he also harvested a group of die-hard fans along the way.

Even if you have to return to Beijing in a few days, you can leave some of your masterpieces for circulation.

Why not kill three birds with one stone?

The more I think about it, the more I feel like a thief.

Shen He held his head high, and the corners of his mouth were about to crack to the root of his ears.

It's just that when he was still immersed in these words full of praise, a very discordant voice suddenly popped out of his ears.

"The painting is good, but the brushwork is still a little rusty, the pen is insufficient, and it lacks some momentum."

I'm Nima!

Who?

Shen He suddenly felt a blockage in his heart, and the smile that had originally bloomed instantly retracted into a flower bone.

His brows furrowed, and then he looked at it.

Everyone also turned around, and happened to meet the sight of the king of Xinjiang.

Li Chengjiu saw that everyone was looking at him, and knew that his voice was a little loud just now, so he smiled awkwardly: "Yes, the painting is really good." ”

Thumbs up as he speaks.

Shen He narrowed his eyes.

He is no better than a native of southern Xinjiang, and he is also from Kyoto.

Although I have not seen this legendary royal outcast, I have heard of the rumors of the ninth prince.

Of course, so many sons of the emperor are in Kyoto, and he is also familiar with the fourth prince Li Chengtian and the seventh prince Li Chengzheng.

Not only that, but the third prince Li Chengan and his brother are also excellent brothers.

For this reason, he would not take this king of southern Xinjiang in his eyes at all.

But after all, they are the masters of southern Xinjiang, and when they get to other people's territory, they have to be more or less low-key.

Therefore, it is just a courtesy to follow everyone forward to meet before.

And now you're even jumping out and questioning my drawing skills?

How can he be deserved?

Why!

Shen He's heart suddenly flooded with anger, and his face was undisguisedly furrowed, and he hugged his fists very reluctantly and said: "Let the prince laugh, the little student is not talented, the technique is clumsy, if the prince can give me some advice, please say it clearly." ”

The words are very polite, but anyone can hear the resentment in the words.

Lee Seung-gu raised an eyebrow.

Hey, Lao Tzu just pouted with one heart and mouth, and then he began to be unforgiving?

I didn't say anything, as for being so angry?

Subconsciously snorted, but before he could speak, Jia Youcai behind him stopped doing it, and the kid was about to step forward but he was still stopped by him reaching out.

Shaking his head behind him, Li Chengjiu turned his head and smiled:

"This is a serious word, and I can't point to it, but since you are so shameless to ask, then the king will talk to you."

I'm Nima!

Hearing this, Shen He was so hung that a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Give you a staircase and you'll go down?

Do you know what painting skills are? Don't be ashamed to ask.

What about the face?

Okay, since you insist on losing this person, then Ben Gongzi should listen carefully to how you speak wildly.

There was another curse in his heart, but his body naturally gave way to his position.

"Lord Wang, please."

Li Chengjiu nodded, and then walked to the table.

Behind him, Xiaowan Xiaozhu and the others also looked at each other when they saw this, especially Jia Youcai, who was still full of anger just now, but now he is really confused.

When will Li Jiudan be able to draw? How did I not know?

Of course, he would not be stupid enough to demolish his good brother on the spot, even if Li Jiudan really lost someone in the end, he would not hesitate to go up and beat this short-sighted thing.

However, Li Chengjiu didn't know what the kid behind him thought, so he just came to the table and carefully looked at the tiger roaring mountain forest map.

It's a bit far away just now, and I can't see it clearly.

This is closer, indeed, all is wrong.

But there is an old saying that it is good to be a man and leave a line to see each other in the future.

In that case, let's simply say seventy or eighty, at least save some face for this guy.

After thinking about it, he briefly organized the language before saying:

"The tiger is the king of the forest, with pounce, slap, bite as the main means of attack, not to mention its speed, the light front paw of the slap force, the back leg of the kicking force, and the bite force in the mouth are extremely strong, for this reason it can become the king of the beast world, do you understand?"

Shen He and the others frowned slightly.

I'm asking you to teach me how to draw, what are you talking about all this nonsense?

What push force? Bite force?

What does it have to do with my painting skills?

Looking at everyone's expressions, Li Chengjiu shook his head with a smile and continued:

"To really depict something, you need to have a basic understanding of it."

Speaking of this, he raised his finger and pointed to the hind legs of the tiger in the painting and said:

"The tiger's legs are different from the human legs, it is composed of the hip bones, femurs and tibia, so when it roars, the hind legs are tense, and there will be a forward bend and bend posture, so that there can be a momentum ready to go, but if you draw the two legs of this tiger so straight, the structure is not right, even if it is thick, what is the use? It will only look clumsy. ”

The small words are reasonable, causing everyone to look at each other, and their minds are full of question marks.

Is that the case?

Shen He was the same, he didn't understand what the prince was talking about at all.

However, Li Chengjiu did not finish, and once again pointed to the tiger's bloody mouth and said:

"Besides, the tiger's jaw, the real jawbone junction is on the same line as its ears, but because it is wrapped in muscle tissue and skin, it looks like it is only connected to the eye socket, but your mouth is so small, but it has only reached the corner of the front eye, so how can it bite off the neck of the prey?"

Another structural error.

There was another big question mark in everyone's minds.

But Shen He had already heard the sweat on his forehead.

He'd seen a real tiger a few times, and that was in the Royal Beastyard, but he never thought he needed to know so much about painting.

Isn't it enough to draw the appearance of things?

I know how many bones it has and a fart?

The more he listened, the stronger the anger in his heart became, but Li Chengjiu didn't give him any chance to think at all.

He pointed out several structural problems, such as the excessive proportion of the tiger's front chest on the entire waist, resulting in the back buttocks being forward and the lower abdomen missing.

In addition, the length of the tail is the same as the length of the hind legs when they are upright, and the tiger tail in the painting is too long, which is extremely abrupt.

There were more than a dozen structural errors in a row.

I didn't say anything about the painting skills, but I had already degraded the painting to worthless.

Shen He trembled in his heart when he heard this.

Nima, Lao Tzu has also painted tigers for so many years, what qualifications do you have to judge me, a scoundrel king who is idle?

That's not right, that's not right.

You can do it, if you can draw, draw one for Ben Gongzi to see.

Don't talk about being invincible in the world, and be powerless.

The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he became, so much so that his little face turned red, like a monkey butt yes.

Li Chengjiu saw it in his eyes, but he sneered in his heart.

However, Shen He was choked dumb, and when he trembled his lips and didn't know what to say, a person suddenly popped up beside him.

This person is not very old, his face is sinking like water, and he just hugged his fist a little and said sternly:

"Since the prince has good painting skills, it is better to open our eyes and let us know what it means to be a masterpiece."

Yo?

Before the master could speak, the dog-legged man ran out and called.