The miracle doctor came down from the mountain and opened a restaurant to raise his daughter

Zhuang Dian was also annoyed by Chen Ning's attitude.

Since you want to lose even more ugly, don't blame me!

"Then let's copy this picture of a bustling city in the Later Tang Dynasty. This is the work of Ding Chunqiu, the master of Late Tang painting. However, this is his work when he was a master. It is the pinnacle of the master's work. You should have seen it."

Zhuang Dian took out his mobile phone and called up a picture for Chen Ning to watch.

"I haven't seen it, and I don't know who Ding Chunqiu is, but I'll just draw it."

Chen Ning stared at the picture for about five seconds and then said.

"You don't even know Ding Chunqiu, yet you dare to call yourself a master of painting?"

When Zhuang Dian heard that Chen Ning didn't even know Ding Chunqiu, his expression turned extremely ugly.

"You don't care if I'm a master or not. As long as I can draw, I don't need to compete. There's so much nonsense."

Chen Ning was a little impatient. This guy was also very verbose.

"Okay, okay, later I will see that you have become the sinner of your painting and calligraphy studio, and let's see how arrogant you are!"

Zhuang Dian was extremely angry with Chen Ning.

The content of the competition was finally determined and the competition officially began.

The original painting of this busy city is also a horizontal drawing. The real thing is one meter long, so it must be much smaller when taken with a mobile phone.

Normally Zhuang Dian should let Chen Ning take a closer look. After all, the painting itself is quite complicated.

But angry at Chen Ning's behavior, Zhuang Dian threw his cell phone in the middle of the case. He estimated that Chen Ning might not be able to see the content of the painting clearly from such a distance. If he wanted to see the painting clearly, he would run over to look at it. .

And he himself has copied the original painting countless times, and he can restore everything in the original painting with his eyes closed.

However, when he started painting next, Zhuang Dian was a little confused.

He found that Chen Ning didn't look at his cell phone at all.

After being stunned for a moment, Zhuang Dian looked down upon him again: "You said you don't know if you haven't seen it yet. How can you still remember it?"

Chen Ning just glanced at Zhuang Dian lightly, and then continued to immerse himself in painting.

The content of this picture of a busy city in the Later Tang Dynasty is indeed a bit complicated. It is a corner of a busy city in the Imperial City of the Later Tang Dynasty. There are teahouses and restaurants on both sides of the street, as well as vendors and pedestrians on the street.

There are more than fifty characters in the overall painting, some of which are even relatively hidden. Coupled with the background buildings, it would take an average artist less than an hour to complete such a painting.

Even Zhuang Dian didn't dare to waste too much time. The best time he could copy this painting by himself was forty minutes.

When the two officially started painting, the scene became quiet.

Even Chu Debo and Du Gui stopped talking and divided into two parts to watch their creations.

Yu Gang was always there, but he was like a transparent person. He didn't seem to care about the results of the competition between the two. When the time was almost up, he quietly got up and left the calligraphy and painting studio.

At this time, everyone in the calligraphy and painting hall was focused on the case, and did not notice that more than a dozen city guards came outside the calligraphy and painting hall, and the leader turned out to be Zhao Gang, the chief of the city guards.

Fortunately, not many people knew Zhao Gang, otherwise they would have thought that some major case had happened here.

The competition in the calligraphy and painting hall continued, and the crowd divided into two parts to observe the painting process of the two people.

Chu Debo started next to Zhuang Dian, watching his skillful sketching, and then characters appeared one by one, and then the streets and surrounding buildings were painted very naturally and smoothly.

Seeing this, the smile on Chu Debo's face became more and more obvious, and he couldn't help but look to the other side.

I saw everyone around Chen Ning frowning, which made Chu Debo smile again.

Just looking at the expressions of these people, you can tell that this arrogant young man is very poor at painting.

He also paid attention to Chen Ning's movements and found that Chen Ning was using a brush to point randomly on a piece of paper, clicking here and outlining there, as if a ghost was drawing a talisman.

Chu Debo felt completely at ease and no longer paid attention to Chen Ning. He focused on Zhuang Dian painting.

Du Gui, Cheng Long and others behind Chen Ning really didn't understand what Chen Ning's painting was.

There are dots and some irregular lines all over the paper.

Ten minutes have passed, and one-third of Zhuang Dian's painting has been completed, and the rough frame is almost ready.

At this time, Chen Ning finally stopped dotting the ink randomly, and started to use a finer brush to outline and connect the chaotic ink dots, and his movements were also fast.

Following Chen Ning's actions, the expressions of Du Gui and others gradually began to change.

Gradually, the eyes of these people gradually widened, and their faces showed incredible expressions.

Unfortunately, Chu Debo and others next to Zhuang Dian were all attracted by Zhuang Dian's flowing painting skills. Anyway, the people in the calligraphy and painting studio must have been scribbling randomly, and there was nothing to see. They just waited for the joke at the end. .

"This, this is amazing, Mr. Chen is really amazing!"

"I feel...Mr. Chen's painting skills may have reached the level of a master."

"Uncle Chen is always the strongest!"

Hong Tugui and Cheng Long couldn't help but exclaimed in low voices.

The two masters Huang and Peng, who were originally a little suspicious of Chen Ning's identity as a calligraphy master, now had their eyes widened with shock.

Looking at the drawing paper in front of Chen Ning, the originally chaotic ink dots and lines were quickly connected under Chen Ning's quick sketches. As long as they were connected, a vivid picture would appear.

Restaurants, tea shops, stalls on the street, and then characters appear one after another. If you look closely, you can clearly see the faces and expressions of these people.

And some tiny ink dots that they didn't pay much attention to before have become the eyes of these close-up figures.

Without drawing the dragon, the eyes have already been added!

When the time reached twenty minutes, Chen Ning suddenly stopped moving and put the brush on the pen holder aside.

Chen Ning's movements stopped, while Du Gui and others were still in a daze.

Including all the members of the calligraphy and painting studio behind him, their eyes were widened and their breathing was getting heavier.

Du Gui suddenly reacted.

He quickly took a meter-long piece of rice paper and carefully covered Chen Ning's painting.

When Hong Tu and others wanted to express their dissatisfaction, Du Gui said directly to Chu Debo on the other side: "You bastard, our Master Chen has already finished painting, why are you so slow!"