Need for Evildo Expert

Chapter 995 The Soul in the Painting

Song Xiaofeng and the others were dumbfounded.

A painting can actually be painted to shine, are you sure you're not joking?
Even well-informed people like Lu Daoyuan and Mr. Junhui are stunned. This is so unscientific. Is there any other way in it? Otherwise, no matter how strong your artistic conception is, it is impossible to paint It just shines... This is a bit too exaggerated.

Bai Xiaochuan picked up the drawing paper he had drawn on, and shook it lightly, and an elegant fragrance could not help coming from the tip of everyone's noses.

This fragrance definitely did not come from the pond, but it really lingered in everyone's noses.

Muzishan was the first to question, he sneered and said, "It's just adding spices to the ink, what's so strange..."

When he said this, everyone suddenly realized that it should be like this.

Otherwise, the paintings can still emit fragrance, which is not a magical skill.

The shimmering light that just emanated from the picture was probably mixed with something in the ink to have that effect, or it was tampered with on the paper.

Song Xiaofeng's face was ugly, "Is it interesting for you to do this? Do it yourself, so what if you win?"

Bai Xiaochuan sighed, walked up to him, pulled him away and said, "You have to lose with grace, you know?"

As he spoke, he swept everything on Song Xiaofeng's table to the ground.

Pick up the pen and draw on the table.

Didn't you say we cheated?Song Xiaofeng has only used the paintbrush now, the paper has been swept up on the floor, and the ink is also polished by Song Xiaofeng himself.

Now I can't say that I have cheated.

He wrote a few strokes, and the light on the table bloomed, and another fragrance came.

Then everyone saw a delicate pink flower bud slowly emerging from the table, it seemed to be very weak, still trembling slightly.

"Look!"

"Divine skill, divine skill..." Old man Lu burst into tears when he saw this, he never thought that he would be so honored in this life, seeing such a divine skill, even if he died immediately, he would be willing.

"Amazing skills, this old man is an eye-opener..."

Mr. Junhui was rubbing his eyes, and another flower bud came out beside him, with a slight dew on it, corresponding to the flower bud on the table next to him.

Then the two buds began to relax together, and the lotus petals unfolded one by one, and it changed from a bud to a blooming lotus in an instant.

Muzishan was already dumbfounded.

There is such a thing in the world...

Someone suddenly shouted, "Look at the pool..."

Everyone couldn't help looking into the pond, only to see the lotus flowers in the pond trembling slightly, echoing the two flowers in the distance.

And those lotus flowers in the pool that are not in full bloom are all stretched petals, showing a blooming state...

Everyone was dumbfounded, this... whoever says it's fake, we don't even believe it.

But these two paintings are too exaggerated...

At this moment, Muzishan and others came up to them, stretched out their fingers, and lightly touched the flower on the table.

The petals trembled for a while, and suddenly disappeared with a "bang".

Everyone couldn't help being dumbfounded, this...how did it disappear?
Muzishan asked in confusion, "What's going on?"

Mr. Junhui said on the side: "The soul of painting, this is definitely the soul of painting. I have seen it in an ancient book. After a famous artist paints a painting, the brush is full of lotus. The painting is like a living thing, just like seeing it with your own eyes. The idea is to appeal to the sense of sight, smell, etc... I didn't believe it before, but after seeing Brother Wei's method today, I believe that someone really draws a painting with vitality..."

"Painting soul..."

Muzishan murmured, he had also heard Mr. Ziheng say about painting souls, but when he mentioned this moment, Mr. Ziheng laughed it off.

"There is a soul in the painting, and the painted painting has vitality. This is simply impossible. A dead thing is a dead thing after all...how can it be alive!"

Muzishan, who has always regarded the teacher's words as the standard, originally believed deeply, but now he looks at a loss.

There is really someone in this world who can draw a painting with life!
Not to mention Song Xiaofeng, he can also deliver food by himself.

Thinking of this, a confused look appeared in his eyes, and he stretched out his hand to touch another lotus in a daze.

Unexpectedly, just as his fingers touched another lotus flower, that flower also burst open instantly.

When I was looking at it, I saw a lotus flower that was about to bloom on the white paper, with branches spreading leaves, delicate and beautiful, as if there was still a scent that had not dissipated at the end of the nose.

But everything just now seemed to be an illusion, and it felt so unreal!

Song Xiaofeng stood beside him with a dull expression.

It took Muzishan a long while before he said dryly: "We lost!"

As soon as he said it, Song Xiaofeng spat out blood with a "wow".

The whole person seemed to have been cramped, and fell to the ground like mud.

Muzishan supported Song Xiaofeng!

His face was pale, with a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth, his fingers trembling slightly, and his whole body seemed to be in a state of collapse.

"I'm not as good as him...I'm not as good as him..."

Song Xiaofeng kept talking to himself, his eyes were full of disappointment, and after a while he suddenly burst out laughing: "What kind of painting, what kind of calligraphy do you write, I have worked so hard for decades, but it's such a disastrous failure..."

Muzishan waved to the people behind him.

Immediately someone came up, Muzishan said with a serious face: "Send him back to the guest room!"

Lu Daoyuan sighed and said: "He has lost his courage to paint. From now on, when he paints, he can only paint the shape, but not the meaning. He will not be able to make progress in this life!"

Muzishan said solemnly: "This is not thanks to the master!"

With a flick of Bai Xiaochuan's sleeve, the lotus picture on the table floated into the lotus pond.

Everyone exclaimed, the master's work, this is no longer a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation, it is a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation!
The painting fell on the blooming lotus!

The weather was cool at this time, and bees from nowhere circled half a circle in the air, and finally did not choose those lotus flowers in the pond, but landed on the painting...

Lu Daoyuan said: "Ingenious workmanship, uncanny workmanship...Brother Wei, you are already the No.1 painter and calligrapher in the spiritual realm!"

Bai Xiaochuan glanced at Muzishan and said: "Narrow-minded, he can win but not lose, and if he loses, he will squirt blood and break his guts. This kind of person has very limited achievements, and his master realm is not stable, so he rashly challenged me and dared to challenge me." Skills are not as good as people, you say you Muhuangcheng is a fart, just this kind of person is not taken seriously in our Demon Emperor's land..."

"Being virtuous and virtuous, virtue comes first, and action comes later. Without good character, how can there be good behavior, let alone a good realm..." Bai Xiaochuan said sadly: "I'm afraid you don't know, the more broad-minded you are The more successful people are, the more successful they are, whether it is business or cultivation, or painting and calligraphy..."

Muzishan has a look of being beaten by a dog, what the hell are you talking about, is it so exaggerated? Is this why I don’t believe in evil?
(End of this chapter)