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In front of these sages, he had no psychological burden. It's a big deal, just be a primary school student and make an ugly ...... Maybe you can even get a bunch of pertinent suggestions from teachers. No matter how you calculate this account, you will make a profit without losing money!

He raised his hand and took out the pen case from his arms, gently opened the loop, and took out the brush where Wu Daozi's soul resided.

This pen is made of selected wolf hao, heavy rod and long edge. Although it has been used by Lao Wu for many years, he has not seen baldness, which shows that the maintenance is excellent.

Du Yuan pinched his index finger and middle finger firmly, supplemented by his index finger and ring finger to maintain stability, dipped his wrist in ink, and poured excess juice on the edge of the inkstone, and then strode to the scroll.

He took a deep breath and looked intently at the palace maid who had been waiting for a long time.

Ah, I didn't pay attention to it just now, but now I see that this is actually an elder!

Unlike other young palace maids, this woman has a thick waist, wide and fat palms, and the powder at the corners of her eyes can't cover the deep crow's feet. Looking at the junction between the neck and the face, the skin is not tight and slightly yellow.

Well...... Before he could start writing, he fell half a position. Du Yuan secretly thought, the big demons in the audience all love beauty, but I chose a half-old, hehe, okay. The model I picked had to finish painting with tears in my eyes.

The woman looked at him four times, and sensed the fluctuation of his thoughts, and in an instant she was ashamed, and her face darkened for a moment, and then brightened again. It seems to have mustered up the remaining courage and looked directly at Du Yuan with eager eyes, as if he was full of expectations for this young painter of the Celestial Empire.

Du Yuan held the pen and didn't fall for a long time, he coughed lightly, "...... I said, "Big sister, you don't mind if I lose, do you?"

The middle-aged palace maid was stunned for a moment, and then smiled, and the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes squeezed out a few slags of incense powder. "No, not mind at all. ”

She was a little apprehensive and a little excited, and she was afraid that Du Yuan would not believe it, so she added, "The slave maid has lived in the palace for many years, and signed a deed of sale to serve the emperor and nobles for the rest of her life. I can only go home once every three years, and at the end of this month, it's finally time again...... It doesn't matter if you win or lose, just leave me your portrait after the game. ”

Du Yuan was surprised, but put down his wrist, "What do you want my painting to do?"

The palace maid explained in a low voice, "The villain still has a pair of children in his family, and it is difficult to see his mother on weekdays." If I get your ink treasure, I can use it as a sustenance to hang it in the humble house, so that they can also be with me at all times. I'm just worried that as time goes by, they've forgotten what I look like......"

These simple words, like a magical hormone, made Du Yuan have mixed feelings. He suddenly thought of his lost mother, and all kinds of thoughts for 20 years were like worms devouring his heart, and he would never forget that feeling.

This sincere emotion surged into his heart, and immediately expanded to his limbs, and the long-bladed wolf hao in his hand suddenly received a sense, and the buzzing vibrate.

Now, put pen to paper-

It's magical, the tip of the pen just touched the rice paper, and immediately walked up on its own, Du Yuan's right arm was pulled by the pen shaft, like a burden for a ride.

In the eyes of others, this young man looks like a madman, and there is no master of dancing and dancing Zaza. A little east, a stroke west, a circle, a hook...... It's very busy!

"What is the origin of this Toussaint?" Gu Xuaniao in the audience leaned over and asked the well-informed Haifang owner.

The latter squinted his eyes and thought for a long time, "Hmm...... Prevent...... I haven't heard of it. However, the heroes of the Celestial Empire art world are as vast as stars, and there are some who occasionally miss the best of them, let's take a look at the real chapter of his pen. ”

Everyone was confused, and Du Yuan was no exception. Only he knows this hardship.

Good guy, now it's not a "human royal pen" at all, it's a "pen royal person" alive!

He knew in his heart that his mood fluctuations just now had stimulated Mr. Wu Daozi, and now that the Horcrux in his hand had gone berserk, all he could do was to try not to get rid of it too early and cause a goof......

The half-hour limit has finally arrived again.

As soon as the gong sounded, dozens of lanterns above the stage were extinguished, and the contestants couldn't draw more than they wanted.

Liao Qing walked onto the stage under the only spotlight and said loudly, "The second scene is over, let's enjoy the masterpiece together and judge the results collectively." ”

It is strange to say that the two successive performances were actually completed by representatives of the Western school of painting, which broke ordinary people's perception of oil painting creation.

On the picture, it is a seemingly quiet girl, but the liveliness in her eyes cannot be concealed, she does not look at the audience, but just stares at a swallowtail butterfly in her hand.

The agility of his demeanor is really ready to come out. forced the big demon in the audience to hold his breath, for fear that one breath would be too big and scare away the beautiful butterfly.

From the dappled light setting, it can be seen that the woman seems to be in a dense forest, and the flush on her face indicates the pleasure of catching butterflies, and those rays of light shine on her body through the canopy, instantly bringing the viewer into the same scene and experiencing empathy.

Renoir's colors were very different from those of Rembrandt, and if the former were to be taken as standard, the latter would simply be regarded as an oil sketch. Because, the color of the former is too rich......

There was silence in the audience, except for the occasional sigh or two, accompanied by the sound of swallowing saliva.

As the person in charge of explaining, the owner of the sea square began to speak, "Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful—"

Gu won the bird in time, "Where does the magic come from?"

"Now, you see, in the eyes of you and me, every object in this world has its fixed color, which is technically called intrinsic color. Once you have established your understanding, you will stubbornly believe that the leaves are green, the sky is blue, the desert is yellow, I am white, and you are black......"

"Phew—you're black. This girl is very white!" Gu Xuaniao looked disdainful.

The owner of the sea shop did not answer her words and continued, "But in the eyes of the artist, the world is so colorful. They discarded the stereotypes of inherent colors, and kneaded the color of the light source and the environment into it, so that everything can establish an interactive relationship, and influence each other, cross-contrast, and never let any place exist in isolation.

If Rembrandt was the 'physicist of shadows' who gave us an idea of what volume and texture are, then Renoir was the 'magician of light' who taught us how to use light to interpret the world...... Comparatively, the latter is more advanced, because the difference between this type of same technique and martial arts ......"

"What are you talking about?" Gu Xuaniao was even more reluctant, "Come, use your magic to compare with my martial arts, and see who dies first." ”

The owner of the sea square smiled and shook the white fan twice, "Maybe my analogy is not appropriate, but you know, realistic works will be replaced by technology sooner or later, and only psychic art can last forever." ”

"What is psychic?" "The bride squeezed behind the owner of the sea at some point, "Could it be that this Lei Sang also knows how to demons?"

"Oh, that's a metaphor too. As one of the founding fathers of Impressionism, Mr. Renoir opened a window to the world that would have a profound impact. The skill of founding a sect is naturally not comparable to those who hold on to success. ”

This explanation was so profound that the demons were accustomed to the flat-painted ukiyo-e, and it was difficult to understand why there was green on the red flesh, yellow on the green leaves, and red on the yellow trunk.

"Okay! After admiring it, we continue to look forward to the next ......" The emcee's words rang out in time.

Chasing the light, it is projected onto the work of Shun Miyazaki hanging on the curtain wall, and this painting ...... No, the painting is still hanging quietly, and the girl on the painting still hasn't raised her head.

There was a wave of surprise in the audience.

"How is this calculated? Is it a deliberate admission of defeat?" "Bride Luo twisted her waist and muttered to herself, "Didn't you say that the competition portrait is good, how can someone compare with someone who has no statue?"

Yes, this novel idea made the well-informed sea owner speechless for a while. Not to mention the other big demons, they all looked dazed.

Liao Qing was also a little confused, but stepped forward and bowed first, "Miyazaki-san, what do you mean by this painting?"

Toshishi Miyazaki blushed, "Oh, sorry for the trouble for everyone." Actually, what I'm good at is not drawing ......."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the audience was in an uproar, "If you are not good at painting, why are you here to join in the fun? Who invited this...... What? White Tomb Grandma Hand-picked? Oh...... Then I didn't ask. ”

I heard Miyazaki Jun say again, "I've been specializing in animation all my life. ”

Huh-what do you mean? The big demons looked at each other, what the hell is "animation"? You look at me, I look at you, they all shake their heads and don't know.

"Oh, then may I ask, how should I appreciate the 'animation'?" Liao Qing, as the master of ceremonies, is polite and undiminished.

Miyazaki scratched his gray hair, and his dandruff fell to the ground. "You see, my picture belongs to the pencil pastel effect, the single picture is extremely simple, the reason why I don't take the complicated route is because of the limited time, and the workload is extremely complicated. ”

"Wait, what do you mean by that?" Liao Qing said in her heart, what does it mean to "not take a complicated route, and the workload is extremely complicated"?

Old man Miyazaki was forced to have no choice, so he had to pull his beard fiercely, "Hmm...... In this day and age, there is a lack of necessary equipment, otherwise I can show you what an 'animation' ...... is."

"I'll help you!" A warm voice sounded, and Du Yuan slapped his horse to kill.

Except for Satoshi Tezuka, who is waiting backstage, he is the only one who knows best what Miyazaki-sensei wants the effect to be.

"Teacher, I'll help you. He raised his hand to signal to Miyazaki that he was not in a hurry, and asked again, "How many cards have you drawn in total?"

"Eighty-four calories in total. Miyazaki breathed a sigh of relief, although he didn't know how this young friend could help him, but someone finally took the initiative to come out and solve the siege.

"Well, I'll do the math - traditional hand-drawn animation has twenty-four frames per second, and eighty-four cards can play three and a half seconds at a normal rate...... Teacher, am I right?"

"That's right. But ......"

"That's right. You really can, you actually painted eighty-four works in half an hour!" Du Yuan gave a heartfelt thumbs up.

After speaking, he turned around, came to the curtain wall, lightly pressed his left hand on the cover page of the work, and said loudly, "Everyone, please don't blink, you can only play it once today-"

The more than 100 demons in the audience didn't know what "playing" meant, but "don't blink" did understand, so they stretched their necks of varying thicknesses one by one, and stared their eyes like lanterns, for fear of missing something.

After the audience held his breath, Du Yuan raised his right hand and put it in front of his forehead, opened his five fingers, turned his palm outward, and suddenly launched the ontological Dao method.

At this moment, for the others, the river of time has temporarily froze, but it is not completely frozen, but it is flowing extremely slowly. As for Du Yuan, he is extremely calm.

One by one, he tore off the paintings on the wall page by page and threw them off the table one by one.

This time he cast the spell, he deliberately reduced the penetration of his divine sense, which was used in the past to fight on the battlefield, and he had to complete an instantaneous surprise attack before others could react.

But this time it was different, he needed to let everyone read all the pages at a constant speed in three and a half seconds. Therefore, the strength of Ruding was deliberately weakened, but at the same time the length was increased.

It was a slightly risky experiment that had never been tried before.

Thankfully, he succeeded.