Mao Erduo on the side pointed at the painting and said in surprise, "Oh my goodness, this scene is so alive! Look at those street shops, each one has a signature trick, and even each shop has different tricks. The shape, even the clerk Wen, drew it perfectly."
Having said this, Mao Er stared at Wen Xiaoyun and couldn't help but take a few steps forward and asked: "Shu Li Wen, have you really just come to our Yanzhou Mansion not long ago? I look at you as if you have grown up in our Yanzhou Mansion. ah."
Since he had been a first-rate snitch, Mao Erduo was very familiar with the busiest streets in Yanzhou Prefecture.
He has particularly remembered whose sign, appearance, and boss.
But now when he looked at Wen Xiaoyun's painting, Mao Er realized that his memory was not accurate in some places.
And his level is already beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Ordinary people may recognize the various shops on the streets they walk on, but it is absolutely impossible to memorize even the fonts and shapes of the signboards exactly.
However, his questions were not answered promptly.
Wen Xiaojun's painting action on this side has not ended yet.
She painted on other pieces of paper with more concise strokes.
The difference is that this time Wen Xiaoyun now drew many horizontal and vertical line segments on the paper. Then I draw in the small space separated by different line segments.
Wen Xiaoyun frowned more and more as she drew more and more.
This time, she chose to use comic storyboards to make the entire murder move.
In human terms, she turned the murder case into a short comic.
From her and Yinnuo's perspective, all the details they saw were faithfully restored.
Considering that the people in this room are all ancient people, the storyboard should not be too fragmented or scattered. Her method of dividing the frame is also relatively ancient, similar to the style of father and son.
Only the characters, the street background, and the sudden appearance of the flying dragon are all displayed using realistic sketching techniques.
Yinnuo's eyes seemed to be glued to the tip of Wen Xiaoyun's pen, moving rapidly with her strokes.
Although he had long known that Wen Xiaoyun was a master of painting, but now that he saw these paintings that were almost real people, he still opened his mouth in shock.
Wen Xiaoyun's paintings this time are different from all the genres he has seen before.
Any other painting school emphasizes freehand brushwork, which is somewhat similar in spirit but not in form.
But the paintings painted by Wen Xiaoyun are clearly similar in spirit and form.
Yinnuo was so shocked that his hands clenched into fists.
No, it's not a similarity. The pictures in these paintings are exactly the same as the prototypes in the real world.
The houses and streets she painted are at different heights and have overlapping shadows. Every detail is extremely realistic.
It is just an ordinary piece of white paper, but it is as if Wen Xiaoyun has opened up another real world. When people look at it, all the buildings will even stand up and stand straight on the paper.
The characters she painted were even more lifelike than ever before. Yinnuo had an impression of many of them. No matter their appearance, height or clothing, they were exactly the same as what Yinnuo remembered.
Even far more comprehensive and real than what he remembered.
Yin Nuo unconsciously raised his eyes and looked at Wen Xiaoyun.
Her eyes are bright, her expression is serious, her movements are quick and elegant, and all her attention is completely immersed in the painting, to the point where she forgets both things and myself.
Yinnuo was not only surprised by her unique and rare painting skills, but also admired her strong brain power that can capture almost all the details of everything in the world.
It was only now that Yinnuo was truly impressed by her, so convinced that he supported her without any help from the wall.
Even the title of Fengming's most talented young man is not enough to reflect all her strength.
On this side, Yinnuo was deeply shocked by Wen Xiaoyun's paintings, while on the other side, everyone in the room was completely dumbfounded.
Even Yin Qianhua, who has always been very familiar with Wen Zhuyun's strength, felt a little stupid when he saw Wen Xiaoyun's paintings in succession.
In addition to the lifelikeness of the first general drawing, the grid paintings that followed were even more unbelievable to him.
What kind of painting is that? It simply restores all the images that happened in reality.
Such scary water, such beautiful dragons.
Yin Qianhua never knew that just an ordinary little wolf hair would turn into the finishing touch of the divine creation rafter in Wen Xiaoyun's case.
"Oh my God," the prefect Wang couldn't help but exclaimed, "This is the first time in my life that I have seen such a magical painting."
He couldn't help but stepped forward, stretched out his hand to touch it in disbelief, and looked at the ink on his fingertips that had not yet completely dried. Only then did he truly believe that it was just a flat piece of white paper, with no three-dimensional building at all.
He hurriedly walked to the grid paintings. Although his subordinates had already roughly told the story of the case and all the details, after all, it was first-hand information. In fact, Prefect Wang still had a lot to say about the process of the murder. do not know much.
But looking at this picture with clear patterns and real activities, he actually understood the whole process clearly.
