Yan Qi really didn't use a pen, but his hands.
His hands were covered with dye, and he stirred vigorously. While stirring, he also said to the people around him: "It's better to use your hands directly. The hands and brain work together, and inspiration bursts out."
"Seventh brother..."
An Qing's beautiful eyes suddenly flashed as she watched Yan Qi stick out her butt and vigorously stir the dye together, feeling tired and deflated.
That look is both funny and different.
Everyone was stunned and didn't know what Yan Qi was up to.
"Painting with your hands? Never heard of it."
"Besides, this is white cloth used to make clothes, and there are these dyes. Can it be used for painting? How funny."
…
Ding Song and others looked at Yan Qi's strange appearance and smiled from ear to ear, leaning forward and back.
Even Judd, who had always maintained a solemn expression, showed a contented smile and said to himself: "It seems that I will definitely win this time."
Ding Song pointed at Yan Qi and ridiculed: "You can't even hold a paintbrush, but you want to paint? You don't even have rice paper, but you can draw a good painting after just two feet? I've never heard of finger painting, and I don't dare to Agreed."
Wei Yi stepped forward and laughed teasingly: "Everyone, please look at me. Yan Qi is going to make a fool of himself. What does this have to do with painting? It has nothing to do with it. Yan Qi, Yan Qi, you It’s just a joke.”
Mo Bufan was arrogant: "Everyone, let's see what kind of images he can draw. Yan Qi, just wait and make a fool of yourself."
…
Yan Qi didn't say anything, his fingertips were stained with a touch of blue, and his hands were drawn on the white cloth.
A magical scene appeared.
A clear blue sea with rough waves.
The other hand flicked the white cloth a few times, and the blue sky was vividly displayed.
The sea and sky are the same color, and you can expect wonderful scenery.
The originally plain white cloth suddenly showed a strange and beautiful scenery of sea and sky.
ah!
Everyone stared at the strange beauty of the sea and sky, speechless.
Ding Song, Mo Bufan, and Wei Yi still wanted to continue taunting them.
However, when they saw the magnificent sea and sky scenery, they suppressed their ridicule and never dared to spit it out. They stared at the painting with their eyes wide open and rubbed their eyes vigorously. They couldn't believe what was happening in front of them. what happened.
The two flatterers, Wei Yi and Mo Bufan, were stunned and frightened. They opened and closed their mouths and could no longer speak.
Ding Song's face was full of nervousness: "What happened? The paintings are colorful with hands. The best thing is that they are so lifelike. The blue sea and the music of the flute are as if they are real."
Judd's expression was serious. Although he said nothing, there was admiration in his expression, but more jealousy and resentment.
Why does Yan Qi know everything? Is he a prophet?
Listening to everyone's praise, Yan Qi also felt a little bit bad in his heart.
"Hey, I really want to thank you for the experience in my previous life. If I hadn't had nothing to do and communicate with the hand-painting master He Kui, I really wouldn't have been able to cope with it today."
In the world before Yan Qi, hand-painting was mediocre, and many people were good at it and even made a living from it.
There are many wandering artists wandering around squares, downtowns, and tourist attractions, relying on hand painting to make a living. It is an ordinary art.
However, in the Dahua Dynasty, it was the first time for a eldest girl to sit in a sedan chair.
Everyone was excited as they watched Yan Qi paint.
When Yan Qi painted it by hand, it was very vivid. Between the blue sea and the sky, a red sun revealed half of its smiling face.
The brilliance spread over the sea, a golden scale wave.
"It's actually "The Rising Sun Picture"!"
An Qing's beautiful eyes flashed with excitement as she looked at "The Rising Sun", then at Yan Qi Lang's elegant cheeks and those focused eyes.
For some reason, she now particularly longs to cuddle up in Yan Qi's arms, do whatever she wants, and have some intimacy with Yan Qi.
This is the man I like.
Beneath the bohemian exterior lies a miraculous knowledge.
Seventh Brother, a mysterious man.
His mystery is fascinating.
You never know how many trump cards he has. His knowledge is unpredictable and unfathomable, like the boundless sea.
Leng Youxue excitedly surrounded Yan Qi and chirped: "Bad guy, where did you learn hand painting? Bad guy, I asked you something, why didn't you say it? Bad guy, you are so bad."
Although she muttered that Yan Qi was a bad person, there was a slight smile on the corner of Hongyan's mouth, her beautiful eyes were shining, and she was very happy.
The scene was silent.
After a stick of incense, Yan Qi's "The Rising Sun" was finally completed.
Yan Qi shook off the dye on his hand, let out a sigh of relief, and then asked Leng Youxue: "What were you whispering to me just now?"
Leng Youxue said angrily: "I don't want to tell you, bad guy."
He said he disliked Yan Qi as a bad guy, but quickly took the handkerchief and threw it to Yan Qi: "Wipe your hands clean. This dye is not very friendly and will corrode the skin."
Yan Qi winked: "Xiaoxue cares about me very much."
"Tch, I don't care about you."
Leng Youxue curled up her red lips and refused to admit it, but seeing that Yan Qi's hands were not very clean after wiping them, she sent someone to get a basin of water for Yan Qi to wash well.
Buxiao Yan Qiduo said that everyone gathered around the "Rising Sun Picture", looking left and right, amazed.
"It's really incredible. This kind of painting technique is unheard of and unseen. It really creates a precedent for the style of painting."
"Yes, this painting "The Rising Sun in the East" can no longer limit the beauty of the painting by the six painting methods. It is different from traditional painting, which emphasizes artistic conception and emphasizes on realism. This painting "The Rising Sun in the East" is colorful, dazzling, but also It’s very real, and the majestic sea and sky are all in sight.”
"Yan Qi is really powerful. This painting created a precedent for hand painting. Yan Qi should be the pioneer of hand painting. This painting is well-deserved in terms of artistic conception, artistic value, and painting style. It is second to none. Even compared with "Half Moon Picture", both have their own merits and are evenly matched."
There were many celebrities at the scene, and everyone felt that although "Half Moon Picture" is a unique painting, "Rising Sun Picture" is completely comparable to it.
An Tian and Di Renfeng nodded frequently.
With this "Rising Sun Picture", Yan Qi can compete with the "Half Moon Picture". Although he may not win, he will never lose.
Ding Song felt nervous and ran over to find fault with "The Rising Sun": "What the hell is this painting? The colors here are too heavy, the descriptions here are blurry, this is even worse, and here..."
Yan Qi looked at Ding Song with a smile and said, "Isn't it interesting to call a deer a horse?"
"I……"
Ding Song looked embarrassed and could no longer slander him.
Yan Qi looked at Jia De and said: "If you want to talk about authority, it must belong to Mr. Fu Yin. Mr. Fu Yin is not only a civil servant, but also a good painter. He is also well-informed and has a sharp eye. Please comment on Mr. Fu Yin. , must be fair and just, and win the hearts of the people. Isn’t that right, Mr. Fu Yin?”
