Utagawa Kuniyoshi, who is known as the leader of samurai painting, wields three pens together, and the progress is the fastest, from outlining to coloring, seamlessly connecting in one go. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Rembrandt refused to let him be pretty, holding the palette with one hand and skillfully switching between the bristle brushes ranging from No. 1 to No. 12 with the other, this kind of set, the organizing committee has prepared no less than forty sets, so there is no need to wash the pen frequently. Thinking of the high price of the mane of the wild boar king of Mount Fuji, all the demons sighed at the grandma of the white tomb.

Only Tang Yin, this gentleman took a big white cloud sheep hair from the case at random, first picked his teeth with the tip of the pen, and then scratched his back with the barrel of the pen. Everything is ready to stop, and the pen begins.

The route he takes is somewhere between freehand and fine brushwork. First, a few strokes outlined the contours of the face, and without waiting to add facial features, the strokes went downward, and the turns were frustrated, pulling out the folds of the shoulder sleeve neckline one by one. When it came to Hui Feng's face, he still didn't add facial features, and jumped directly to the green silk cloud sideburns for a large area of blending.

But I saw that he set up layers of ink, blowing while painting, until his cheeks were puffed into pig urine bubbles. Although the painting posture is indecent, but the effect is good, each layer of ink color is dry when the paper falls, and the next layer can always catch the last slight tide moment of the previous layer, and make up for it in time, so the bite is extremely natural.

Du Yuan had woken up from Leonardo da Vinci's teachings at this moment and peeked into the front of the stage again. Seeing this scene, I couldn't help but sigh, "What a five-color ink - just white paper and black ink, it makes such a rich layer and effect!"

"The ink of the Japanese people is also good. Someone behind him answered. Du Yuan turned around and looked, but it was Zhou Fang and Zhou Zhonglang.

"Old Zhou, is their ink better than the Celestial Empire?"

"Not necessarily. Zhou Fang shook his head, "The Fusang ink ingot method originated from the Celestial Empire, but it developed some characteristics according to the preferences of local painters. For example, the ink presented today—" He flashed a rectangular ink ingot in his palm.

"The grip is astringent and moist, and the knock is loose, indicating that the glue is very light. This piece belongs to the best pine smoke ink, and it is also the kind that Tang Yin used to render hair color, and the benefit is in the display level. Xiao Du, what kind of ink ingots do you usually prefer?"

Du Yuanxiao's face flushed, "In the next ...... It's just a rough ink, and I use a computer to do the effect on weekdays. The keyboard, mouse, and stylus are the three magic weapons. As for the four treasures of the real sword and the real gun...... Well, I touched it in a children's interest class more than ten years ago. ”

Zhou Fang was puzzled when he heard this, and was pondering what a "stylus" was and what a "hobby class" was, and listened to Du Yuan add, "Ink, when I wrote big characters, I used the 'Yide Pavilion', the kind of ready-made plastic bottles. Hey, it's dark, bright and fragrant, and it's very spiritual!"

"Oh-" Zhou Fang thought for a moment, "It's black and bright, that's the glue weight." It's okay to write a couplet, and if you want to draw, it's best to use it with caution. ”

The sages gave advice free of charge, how could the younger generations dare not listen, Du Yuan agreed again and again, and kept it in mind.

After Tang Yin on the field finished rendering, he suddenly changed to an extremely thin wolf hao used for hooking leaf tendons, and steadily picked out the hair strands one by one.

Those lines are hidden in the gradient of rendered inks, coming and gone, appearing and disappearing, seen up close and not seen from afar. The part is truly subordinated to the whole, and there is no suspicion of jumping out of details.

Zhou Fang nodded frequently, "This Tang Jieyuan, debauchery is debauchery, Neixiu is really good." He came to the underworld hundreds of years after me, but he was very popular. Those ladies of the Ten Palaces of Yama like to call him into the palace to perform skills. ”

"Isn't that a wolf into the flock!" Du Yuan's eyes widened, "Isn't Lord Yama afraid of cuckolding?"

Seeing his serious appearance, Zhou Fang couldn't help but be happy, "You're too worried." The Lingbei Mansion was very thoughtful, and when printing a high-imitation leather bag for his soul, he deliberately lacked a part...... He's powerless now—"

Du Yuan rolled his eyes a few times, "Oh-oh-" and pointed to his crotch.

Zhou Fang nodded with a smile, stopped taking the stubble, and continued to look at the field.

Du Yuan couldn't hold back his emotion, "Isn't that ...... Oops, hey, it's cruel. Old Tang Kong has the wings of a butterfly, but he does not have the needle of a mad bee...... If you don't have a gun, you can't shoot a target!"

"He can live if he has wine, and he can live with wine. Zhou Fang didn't look back, "Besides, eunuchs have many strange ambitions, and since ancient times, heroes have been more or less damaged and lacking, so I won't give examples." That's probably — and it's for quota balancing. ”

Hearing the word "quota", Du Yuan closed his mouth, and he remembered the "quota theory" said by the great impermanence Maikou brothers. Well, it's possible! The way of heaven is about balance, and it falls on the individual, and the same is true.

Those who are old must have shortcomings, and those who have special elders, they must have "exceptions......

Half an hour, watching them busy, will feel very slow, and once it has passed, it will only be a blink of an eye.

The demon wind hourglass flowed silently, and with the sound of a gong, the fine sand was instantly sent back to the flower garden, and not half of it was spilled.

Rembrandt, the master of oil painting with the most complicated process, was the first to finish, and at the moment he was leisurely sucking on the remaining double yolk egg.

Utagawa Kuniyoshi finished the second one, his forehead was full of white steam, and he was sweating profusely, as if he had just finished a sauna. With all three pens in his hands, he tilted his head to examine his work with his arms turned back.

Tang Yin finished his work by stepping on the gong, and just withdrew the finishing touch......

All the lanterns on the stage suddenly dimmed, and in an instant they went black, and suddenly a bright pearl lit up, the fist-sized bead was set in a silver cylinder, and only the trapezoidal light was projected onto the oil painting. Bright but not dazzling, it is similar to the diffuse light source in the early morning on a sunny day, which is the best effect for appreciating paintings.

Mr. Rembrandt's work depicts a plump palace maid. The technique is realistic, and the brushstrokes are subtle. The whole painting exudes a strong classicist atmosphere, and the model is placed in a subjective fabricated light and shadow, with a strong sense of presence, as if it is about to come out.

Ho - there was a burst of exclamation from the audience, not noisy or noisy, but quite sincere.

The owner of the sea shop, Catfish Essence, was the first to comment, "The Western technique is really exquisite, and it is three-dimensional on the plane, and there is no other in this world!"

Gu Xuanniao next to him smacked his lips, "Why do I think that he is a little obsessed with flesh and desire? Look at that face, that neck, that chest, that shoulder, that body...... Tsk, fat and greasy. ”

The owner of the sea square grinned and laughed, "That's because you are thin, so you don't look down on others for fat." To be serious, Rembrandt is actually fine, and if you look at Rubens's work, that's what you call a butcher's shop...... The eyes are full of sacs. ”

When the big demons heard this, they were all happy, and the laughter spread ten miles away......

Zhou Fang frowned in the background, "What is a sac mash?"

Du Yuan also smiled, and gently pinched Zhou Lao's little belly with his hand, "It's the meaning of fat lump, local slang." ”

Zhou Fang suddenly realized, so he asked, "Your Japanese language is good, are you self-taught? We only came here after loading the language pack in the underworld......

Du Yuan didn't elaborate, just squeezed his eyes, "I also use a language pack, but the version may be higher than yours." ”

Let's listen to Liao Qing announce, "Have you finished appreciating it?" Okay, please take a look at the next one——"

The bead tube rotates like a spotlight, focusing the light on Utagawa Kuniyoshi's ukiyo-e prints.

Oh - there was another commotion in the audience.

"Boutique, absolutely boutique!" Gu Houniao was excited, "The three-knife flowing pen is painted, and the picture is also extraordinarily sharp." As a martial arts idiot, she admires Utagawa.

"Hmm......" the owner of the sea muttered, "It's not too much. Truly, more than my entire collection. ”

The woman in the painting is most in line with the local aesthetics of Fusang, with white lips, bald eyebrows, and a posture of holding her heart sideways, which makes people feel pity.

The most rare thing is the color, under the complex color system, the overall tone is highly unified, and there is no place to leave. Each color is deliberately reduced in brightness and purity, giving it a "high-grade gray" state, so that it is rich and unobtrusive when put together – deeply decorative.

In the painting, the woman's eyes are half-squinted and squinted, and her slightly exposed pupils communicate directly with the audience, which seems to have the slightest hint of seduction......

"Is this a charm spell attached?" a big demon in the first row couldn't help but exclaim.

"It's sword intent. Gu was sure that she had become Utagawa's bosom friend. "This kind of charm is not seduction but conquest, it is a domineering order, which makes people want to resist and rest, powerless to resist, only obediently obey...... Looking at this painting today, you will know what a royal sister is!"

Everyone agreed, these demons usually divide one side, they are all abusing masters, and today they all feel fresh and interesting when they see the sadistic woman. A few of them were ready to move, and began to write a note to book the palace maid's bed.

"Okay," Liao Qing announced aloud, "now move on to the next one—"

As soon as the spotlight turned, Shi Shiran fell on Tang Yin's work......

This painting, due to the partial saturated rendering, there are some wrinkles, and the pen is not finished until the uniform mounting is completed in advance, so it is difficult to say that it is perfect.

A half-length woman in the painting looks like the shadow of the moon-watching Alisha, but it is very different.

But when I saw this woman, her sideburns were messy, her neck socket was sweaty, her upper body was coarse and sleeveless, and a thorn hairpin was obliquely inserted behind her head. The most ridiculous thing is that he actually carries a fish basket made of bamboo strips on his shoulder.

The picture is obscure and dark, and the specific details are a little difficult to see......

The audience was silent, and finally someone couldn't help it and burst out laughing. This was like a contagion, and it spread immediately, and the big demons forgot to maintain their respect for the master for the time being, and they all kept laughing and laughing.

Suddenly, a figure walked into the pillar of light, but it was Tang Yin himself. He shook three steps and barely stood still, holding a black mud ball in his hand, "I'm sorry, the literati paintings of the Celestial Empire pay attention to 'calligraphy, painting, and printing'. I forgot to bring my private seal today, and I have carved one of the body dirt temporarily, can I stamp it?"

The stunned Liao Qing hurriedly replied on the side, "It's okay, adding a seal doesn't violate the rules - as long as you don't use your pen." ”

Tang Yin nodded, lifted the lump of mud and pasted it on the painting scroll with a bang, waiting to be uncovered and flipped, and then there was a snap on the contrary, leaving two marks one after another.

He's good, a bunch of dirt is printed on both sides, and it's really not wasted!

These two strokes shook the picture and a layer of ink slag slid down. The whole paper suddenly lit up, as if a fishing song came out—

Out of nowhere, two overwintering flies flew around the opening of the fish basket in the painting, as if they wanted to find fish and shrimp but could not find them.

The moon-gazing girl in the painting, with a tired and satisfied face, her eyes glowing with scorching brilliance, did not look at the audience, but crossed everyone and pointed into the distance.

In that gaze, there is expectation and yearning, full of fighting spirit for life.

This face without powder delicacy instantly transcends all makeup, making people forget to play with those so-called delicacy, and only think about it: what will you eat and drink tonight?What time will you get up tomorrow morning and continue to fish and cast your nets......

All the big demons were dumbfounded, their mouths couldn't close for a long time, and there was a long silence on the field.

The master of ceremonies, Liao Qing, hurriedly stepped forward, pressed against the scroll and read carefully, "Some lives and some springs, some have a good harvest and some are poor. I have seen that the inflammation is hot, and I would rather throw it away and dare to become benevolent. ”

At the end, I didn't forget to read out the two seals, "Liuru, ask the heart." ”

On and off the stage, there was silence to listen to the needle, and suddenly a palace maid on the edge of the side curtain curtain sobbed. The cry is inaudible, but it is like a flood of bells, and the sound strikes people's hearts.

"What a question!" said the owner of the sea square, "vote, this group—I suddenly forgot what the first two paintings were, and I voted for Mr. Bohu!"