The whole empire is begging for my resurrection

Thinking of this, Xi Qingyin couldn't calm down for a long time, and under the eyes of everyone, he opened the brush box.

There are three brushes in the pen box, namely Langhao, Yanghao, and Jianhao.Langhao brush has hard bristles and strong elasticity, suitable for hooking lines.Because Xi Qingyin picked up the wolf hair first.

Before that, he had observed a fine brushwork flower and bird Chinese painting in the heritage pearl.The painting is light and clear, and the brushstrokes are lively, which once touched him a lot.At the same time, it was also the first time that Xi Qingyin discovered that what is more amazing than the similarity in appearance is the similarity in spirit.

With inspiration, Lang Hao touched the rice paper, and immediately began to write like a god.

A few strokes outlined the outline of the characters, Xi Qingyin didn't write much, and instead put down the wolf hair, picked up the sheep hair to use as a clear water brush, and the Jian hair to use as a staining brush.

The cliff that had been noisy just now was completely silent at this moment, and everyone had already put down the DSLRs in their hands before they knew it, and were staring at the scene in front of them almost obsessively.

One person, one case, and a gradually ink-stained picture scroll.The simple composition is just like Xi Qingyin's painting, with an unforgettable beauty in its purity.

No one remembered that Xi Qingyin was painting a waste painting at this time.

Even if they suddenly remembered, everyone subconsciously shut their mouths tightly, unable to bear to break the elegant and extraordinary scene in front of them.What about waste paintings?Just think that today is purely here to soak up the fairy spirit.

It wasn't until Xi Qingyin put down the paintbrush that the reporters seemed to wake up from a dream, and then they remembered their responsibilities.

The flash was turned on again, and the shutter sounded 'clicking', and everyone wanted to be the first to see the true appearance of the painting.

Xi Qingyin picked up the folding fan on the case table, unfolded the fan and slapped it lightly a few times.When the brush and ink were dry, he attached magnets to the four corners of the rice paper, and erected the entire drawing board for everyone to observe.

Aside from the blank space around, what is drawn on the rice paper is the back view of a person, with black hair reaching his waist, a thin and tall figure, wrapped in plain clothes and full of immortality.

Just looking at this back view, everyone couldn't help having countless fantasies and guesses about this person's front face. What kind of past is it for a person with such a touching back view?

Seeming to have thought of something, many people instantly looked up at Xi Qingyin.The latter was half-turning his body, looking sideways at the cliff behind him.

When the wind blows, the jade hairpin falls off, without the bondage, the black hair immediately rises with the wind as if unbound.

"This is a self-portrait!" Everyone was fascinated by Xi Qingyin's boundless beauty, and couldn't help but think endlessly.

"Uncle, why haven't I seen this type of painting?" Xiao Chen stretched his head and looked at it several times, with a curious expression on his face.

The instructor was well-informed, took a closer look, and said: "That is a kind of waste painting, called traditional Chinese painting. This kind of painting is very rare. It is said that the correct drawing process has been lost, and the existing works are all boring works later. People copied it. Painter Xi’s painting steps just now are methodical, much more detailed than what is described in the information, and I don’t know where I learned it from.”

"Great!" Xiao Chen said happily, "Then he succeeded in proving his innocence this time, so he is out of crisis?"

The instructor looked regretful, shook his head and sighed, and said, "All effective paintings rely on spiritual power to support the painting. Although this painting is skillful in writing, it has no mental fluctuations. This can only prove that Master Xi really has painting skills, not self-proof. success."

After a pause, the instructor couldn't bear to look away: "After today, I'm afraid there will be no one who can stand out from this person."

Xiao Chen was stunned, and before he had time to speak, exclamations suddenly sounded from around him.

"That's the finishing touch! What does he want to do?!"

Hearing this, not only Xiao Chen felt terrified, but even the mentor looked at Xi Qingyin in shock.

As we all know, there are two ways to paint.

One is called drawing with the brush, that is, the mental power is injected into the tip of the pen during the painting process, and every stroke of line and color is assisted by the painter's spiritual power.This method can take into account the small situation very carefully, but it is much inferior to the overall view of the painting, so the curative effect of the painting is also compromised.

Another way is to add brushes to the painting, that is, to paint directly without injecting spiritual power, and then use a colorless pen to add spiritual power from beginning to end to change the lines after the entire painting is completed.

Comparing the two methods, there is no doubt that the latter has a higher test of the painter's mental strength, and the curative effect of the finished product is also better.

No one has made a sound on the entire cliff, if the silence last time was caused by Xi Qingyin's beauty.So this time, he really shocked everyone with his courage.

Not everyone can add to the picture, nor can everyone be as bold as Xi Qingyin, who is so adventurous on such an important occasion today.

The butler turned his back and secretly wiped away his tears. He had been silent throughout the painting process before, but now he couldn't help it anymore.

Among the hundreds of people present, he was the only one who knew that the little master's headaches had become more and more serious these days, and he was shaking even when he was writing.But how can the dignity of an imperial painter tolerate being trampled on by others, the little master still chooses to add to the painting without hesitation, which makes people feel distressed.

In fact, Xi Qingyin worked harder than everyone imagined.

The Inheritance Bead couldn't be suppressed, he almost had a splitting headache, and even his hands were shaking.Only by injecting spiritual power dozens of times higher than before, can the pen and ink spread out according to his intentions.

After thinking about it, the risk of writing and painting is too great. If any stroke in the middle of the painting is destroyed, the whole painting will be directly invalidated.Xi Qingyin didn't have the time or the energy to do it all over again, he had no choice but to choose to add to the painting.

There is spiritual power emerging from the tip of Jianhao's pen, and every time a stroke is drawn, the inheritance beads in the brain will shake, and the suction will become stronger and stronger.In order to prevent people from turning into a living person under the watchful eyes of everyone, Xi Qingyin's subordinates moved faster and faster, and almost left afterimages in the end.

Everyone was dumbfounded, and only raised their cameras to take pictures.

Xiao Chen smacked his tongue: "With this hand speed and mental strength, coupled with his painting skills, I don't seem to be someone who would go to a gunman to write for him."

The instructor patted Xiao Chen on the head and scolded: "What do you care about so much? Look, Illustrator Xi finished the painting and is about to stamp it. Quickly zoom in and take a picture!"

Xiao Chen gave a sullen 'oh', raised the camera and kept adjusting the focus, zooming in and out until the ink painting of the figure was fixed in focus.

Xiao Chen was taken aback when he saw the contents of the scroll.

This painting... seems to be much more vivid than before?

It was at most an ornamental painting before, but now with Xi Qingyin's spiritual power injected, the painting came alive immediately.It is no exaggeration to say that the figure in the painting seems to turn his head in the next second and smile slightly at the viewer.

Will it be curative if the waste painting is injected with spiritual power?

——This is a question that many people are thinking about at this time.

Ignoring the amazed crowd, Xi Qingyin forcibly held back the trembling of her hands while taking the seal box from the case table. The seal representing his identity was lying quietly inside.

This seal was made by himself after he detected the talent of the imperial painter when he was six years old, and he poured all his efforts and love for the imperial painter into every engraving.After all, the seal has been with him for nearly 20 years, and it has almost become a habit after such a long time. If it is gone in the future...

A flash of disappointment flashed in Xi Qingyin's eyes, he quickly recovered his mood, held the seal with both hands seriously, and pressed a bright red square seal heavily on the lower right corner of the scroll.

The frequency of the flash became faster at this moment, and everyone frantically pushed forward, obviously wanting to occupy a good position to take pictures of this painting.

Seeing the reporters swarming in front of her, perhaps because of the surge of anxiety, Xi Qingyin's headache became even worse.This time the pain was completely different from the usual one. It was barely suppressable before, but this time it was like a bursting flood, completely unable to resist.

With her mental power completely collapsed, Xi Qingyin endured the pain, wrote the last line on the scroll, turned around and ran towards the cliff like a moth to a flame.

Baizhang Peak is steep and dangerous.

Without hesitation, Xi Qingyin closed her eyes and jumped down.

From the perspective of others, the lights dazzled the entire cliff, Xi Qingyin was like a fairy who finally couldn't bear the filth of the world, she resolutely abandoned the fame and wealth behind her, and walked towards the light without hesitation.

At this moment, everyone was stunned.

Reporters, photographers, stenographers, butlers, Xiao Chen, and mentors, hundreds of people present were stunned at the same time. They seemed to be unaware of what happened just now, and they were comically maintaining Xi Qingyin's posture before falling off the cliff .

The strong wind whizzed past, and the rice paper made a 'Gada Gada' sound when it was slapped by the wind.On the paper, the line that Xi Qingyin signed with red pen at the last moment was shocking.

—— Prove the Tao through death, voiceless posthumous work.

After a moment of silence, the atmosphere on the cliff exploded in an instant.The housekeeper collapsed and collapsed on the ground, crying until he passed out holding the scroll.All the photographers rushed to the edge of the cliff at the same time, risking to hang half of their body, and the camera was facing the bottom of the cliff to shoot.

Xiao Chen looked at the video of the camera, turned his head and said to the instructor stupidly: "It seems that he jumped off..."

Xi Qingyin is an important figure among the royal painters, if the outside world finds out that he fell off the cliff, it will be a disaster.

Looking at the chaos in front of him, the instructor turned pale and murmured: "The world of royal painters... will soon change."

At 10 o'clock in the morning, it was the end of Xi Qingyin's press conference. However, the time was up, and the news had not been released for a long time.

Xi Qingyin is very popular among the girls, and his paintings are also well-known among the soldiers. Many people squatted in front of the computer early, looking forward to it.Seeing that the national media suddenly fell silent at the same time as if they were gagged, people were full of anxiety and curiosity.

Everyone wanted to know whether Xi Qingyin was really academically fraudulent, but after waiting for an extra hour, what they waited for was a message posted on the official Weibo account of the Imperial Painters Association.

[Royal Painters Association V: A-level royal painter Xi Qingyin fell off the cliff at 9:37 this morning, and his life and death are unknown. Huaguo has dispatched a special team to Songxi Cliff to search and rescue.His posthumous work "Chinese Painting" has been collected by the Association of Royal Painters, and the seven elders of the Royal Painters will participate in the rating of paintings and will be exhibited in the near future. 】

As soon as the official Weibo came out, everyone was instantly dumbfounded.

Pine Rest Cliff, it is notorious for going and never returning, how can there be life back where it falls? !

The little fans who liked Xi Qingyin broke down immediately.They believed that it was impossible for Xi Qingyin to cheat academically, so they waited all morning for this. They didn't get the clarification news, but they waited for the death news. Who can bear this kind of blow.

Some media have already begun to sort out Xi Qingyin's paintings from childhood to adulthood, and there are thousands of them in total.Looking at those paintings with a very obvious personal style, the fans in front of the computer screen couldn't help covering their faces, crying until they trembled.

"I will regret it...those who slander male gods will definitely regret it!"

Amidst the commotion on the Internet, a short video played by Black Tudou Station quietly spread on the Internet...