The whole empire is begging for my resurrection

For a moment, everyone looked moved.

Many people remembered the inexplicable change of seats by His Royal Highness just now, and looked at Xi Qingyin with a bit of surprise and contemplation.

Here, Rong Yunjing pressed his fingers on Xi Qingyin's hand, barely maintaining his composure on the face, but his heart was churning like a monstrous wave.

It was as if two villains arguing with each other suddenly appeared in front of them.

The little man in white said earnestly: "You haven't confirmed whether the person in front of you is Master Xi. Maybe it's just your imagination to cover the scar with makeup. If you recognize the wrong person, it will be bad for him, you, and Master Xi. "

The villain in black rolled his eyes violently: "Why do you care so much, our goal is not to miss any chance to gain favorability!"

After arguing in his mind for a long time, Rong Yunjing still smiled lightly, put down his hands and said, "You inspect this painting at will, and I, the 'master', will never have any objections."

Xi Qingyin glanced at him silently, swallowed the words 'don't pretend, silly bird', and turned her head to inspect the painting carefully as she said.

"..." Rong Yunjing suppressed the excitement in his eyes.

This person just looked at him for a few seconds without blinking his eyes, which means that he has succeeded in gaining favorability!

The villain in white was punched and knocked down by the villain in black, and he couldn't get up after crying for a long time.

the other side.

Xi Qingyin touched the surface of the painting with her knuckles, but she couldn't see anything wrong with the painting.

Is it true that there are still people who can paint oil paintings that enhance spiritual power?It shouldn't be...

His eyes subconsciously glanced at the man with the scar, originally he just glanced at him casually, but when he touched the man's eyes, Xi Qingyin was suddenly taken aback.

The other party frowned, and his eyes were fixed on Xi Qingyin's fingers.

The man with the scar didn't react too much when his fingers slid across the paint and the frame.But only the entire palm covered the canvas, and his brows were furrowed even more fiercely, with a hint of anxiety in his brows.

There is a problem with the canvas.Xi Qingyin immediately thought of this.

He immediately opened his palm, pressed his five fingers on the canvas, and his palm fully touched it.

The spiritual power of the works under the palm is surging, and it does have the effect of improving spiritual power.

Rong Yunjing said, "What's unusual?"

Xi Qingyin said: "The brushes and colors used in this oil painting are very precise, and the infusion of spiritual power is also very successful. I just tested it, and it has the effect of repairing damaged mental power and improving mental power. It is a low-level mistake. The mental disorder often committed by imperial painters, and the rest are in line with the value assessed by the black market auction."

Rong Yunjing grasped the key point precisely, and said, "You mean there is no abnormality?"

Xi Qingyin was silent for a while. He himself felt that there was something wrong with the canvas of this oil painting, but this was only a guess based on the reaction of the man with the scar, and there was no evidence to confirm this guess.

After thinking about it, he could only nod helplessly: "Yes."

Out of sight of everyone, the man with the scar exhaled, and a trace of happiness flashed in his lowered eyes.

The conversation between the two did not deliberately reduce the volume, so many people present heard it and frowned all of a sudden.

"What's the situation? Tsk, I thought there was something wrong."

"Actually, I was more inclined towards Xi Qingyin in my heart. After all, he really doesn't look like... that kind of person. But these days, he has been eating melons one after another, and all the public opinion is against him, which makes me a little suspicious of him now. .”

"There is no problem with the painting, so the one with the problem is Xi Qingyin, can I understand it this way?"

Among the discussion voices, a soft and slow female voice sounded.

"Since it has been confirmed that there is no problem with the works of painter Huang Liang, I have a small request."

'Huang Liang' should be referring to the man with the scar. Xi Qingyin has no impression of the man with the scar, but the name seems familiar.

After thinking about it for a few seconds, Xi Qingyin could only nod her head and say, "Please tell me."

Yu Tingyu said: "I desecrate the painting against the wishes of the imperial painter. I hope you apologize to Huangliang painter."

"..." The crowd had the word 'stimulating' written all over their faces.

Before Xi Qingyin had time to react, Rong Yunjing frowned and glanced at Yu Tingyu silently.

Yu Tingyu acted vigorously, and said with a smile: "I remember His Royal Highness once publicly said in front of the media that royal painters are rare and precious resources of the empire, and ordinary people should respect them more. This is what you said yourself, could it be It can be applied to Master Xi, but it cannot be applied to other painters?"

Rong Yunjing: "..."

The offensive and directional meaning of these words was too strong, and many people's eyes turned back and forth between Rong Yunjing and Yu Tingyu.

Someone voiced dissatisfaction: "Isn't the Yu family the closest to the royal family? What's the matter with this Yu Tingyu?"

Someone replied with a mysterious face: "The one who is close to the royal family is Yu Manxiang, the patriarch of the Yu family. This Yu Tingyu is Yu Manxiang's younger sister, who manages the side branch."

In this way, everyone knows it immediately.

The tragedy ten years ago killed many bloodlines of the main line of the family, and now the remaining ones are like Tao Xiaoxiao, who were not cultivated as the head of the family at all in the first place.Or, like the fish hibiscus, the weak and sick will not live long.

If things go on like this, ghosts, ghosts and snake gods from the collateral lines of various families gather together, all staring at the main line with covetous eyes.

Seeing that Rong Yunjing was silent, Yu Tingyu aimed at Xi Qingyin and said slowly: "Aren't you going to apologize?"

Xi Qingyin pursed her lips.

If he really made a mistake, he would apologize without hesitation.But the current situation... There is clearly something wrong with this painting, and the other party is still trying to slander and pretend to be the gunman. He is already very angry, and it is impossible to ask him to apologize.

Huang Liang casually threw the seal on the ground, and said with a weird smile, "It's fine if you don't want to apologize, and I'm not such a generous person..."

Xi Qingyin said, "You can apologize."

Huang Liang stopped talking halfway: "..."

Rong Yunjing turned his head and glanced at Xi Qingyin, as if he wanted to say something.The latter gave him a comforting look, and his voice was extremely calm: "If you are better than me, of course I can apologize. But if you are not as strong as me, the apology will naturally not be valid."

Huang Liang sneered: "If you don't want to apologize, you can just say it directly. The profession of imperial painter is inherently low in force. If you compete with me in fighting, how can I beat a warrior."

Everyone nodded and looked at Xi Qingyin condemningly.

Xi Qingyin said: "I'm also an imperial painter, so if you want to compare, it's natural to compare painting."

Compared to painting? !

The faces of everyone changed immediately.

Until this time, no one noticed the badge on Xi Qingyin's chest.

The top is shimmering, and the portrait of the small brush is very eye-catching.

"He's also a Royal Painter?!"

"No problem. When His Highness said to respect imperial painters at the beginning, he meant that ordinary professions should respect imperial painters. Even if it is extended, low-level imperial painters should respect high-level imperial painters. If this person is really better than gunners, don't say Touching the painting, even if you step on it a few times, you can only consider yourself unlucky."

"The gunman's oil painting can improve mental strength. Even Xi Qingyin himself may not be able to compare with him. This person... I don't know whether it is better to say that a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, or that he has eaten the heart of a bear and the guts of a leopard."

Most of the discussion voices were not optimistic about Xi Qingyin, and only one person raised his hand silently.

"By the way, when I just entered the door, I seemed to see the painter in black robe..."

The speaker struggled for a while, and added in a low voice: "It seems like I have four hands."

Everyone who was still discussing eagerly paused, stopped talking in surprise, and didn't react for a long time.

After they reacted, they turned their heads violently, and looked at Xi Qingyin with a kind of enthusiasm that made people feel hair-raising.

traditional Chinese painting!

Everyone thought of these two words.

Didn't you see that the notorious Xi Qingyin was directly promoted to S-rank Royal Painter by virtue of her title of 'Chinese Painting No.1'?In today's world, it is awesome to have Chinese painting, and it is even more awesome to be able to paint Chinese painting. Even if someone calls him dad, it will not be ambiguous.

Discussion voices became more eager than before.

It's just that this time it's not one-sided. With their admiration and admiration for Chinese paintings, many people vaguely feel that there is really no certain number for this competition.

Huang Liang also heard the discussion, he frowned and said, "Are you the one who sells Chinese paintings online?"

Xi Qingyin didn't answer directly: "Compare?"

Huang Liang: "..."

Xi Qingyin: "Why, can't you compare?"

The low-level provocative method will also work, especially with so many eyes watching, Huang Liang hesitated for a while, then nodded vigorously: "Competition, you lose and apologize to me!"

Xi Qingyin hooked her lips: "Okay."

Excited for a while.

Oil paintings that can enhance spiritual power compete with traditional Chinese paintings... so exciting? !

The black market auction quickly prepared the painting tools out of enthusiasm. Huang Liang used the brushes and canvases he brought, but Xi Qingyin didn't pay much attention and used the ones from the black market auction.

Everything on the auction platform has been removed, and there are two brackets on the left and right.There is a flying camera robot on the bracket, which is projected onto the screens of the whole series in real time, and everyone present can clearly see the details of the painting, and because of the live broadcast by some good people, many people continue to pay attention on the Internet.

"Let's make a bet, buy it and leave~~"

"I bet on oil painting to win! Since Huang Liang is Xi Qingyin's shooter, his ability must have reached the level of an A-level imperial painter. I have four hands and I am only an online painter after all, so it must not be comparable."

"Let's not talk nonsense, Chinese painting is awesome, Chinese painting will definitely win!"

With all eyes on this match, when Huang Liang passed by Xi Qingyin, he suddenly looked sideways at him and sneered.

"You are bound to lose. Instead of being ridiculed by the whole empire later, it is better to admit defeat as soon as possible."

Xi Qingyin carefully adjusted the easel, as if she had never heard of it.

Huang Liang snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves, and walked away.

When both of them were in their positions, everyone held their breath, not even daring to let out a sound, for fear of disturbing the two who were preparing with their eyes closed.

After about a quarter of an hour.

Huang Liang opened his eyes, picked up the oil paintbrush abruptly, and wrote without stopping. A layer of background color had been laid in a short time, and he seemed to have thought of what to paint.

However, at this moment, Xi Qingyin still did not open her eyes.

If it hadn't been for someone pointing out his identity just now, it is estimated that many people present would be able to think that he was panicked on the spot.

After Huang Liang laid the second layer of background color, Xi Qingyin slowly opened her eyes.He was already too slow, but he didn't pick up the paintbrush immediately, but waved at Shui Rui.

"Excuse me, change to oil painting materials."

Shui Rui was stunned, blinked her eyes and said in disbelief, "Don't you paint traditional Chinese paintings?"

Xi Qingyin nodded: "No painting."

The conversation between the two was very quiet, and it wasn't until Shui Rui asked someone to change the painting tools with a puzzled face, that everyone understood what happened, and they suddenly looked bewildered and bewildered.

"What's the situation? Isn't Sishou's famous work a Chinese painting? If he paints oil paintings and compares them with Huang Liang, isn't that using his own shortcomings to compete with the other's strengths?"

Someone sat in the seat and sighed in disappointment.

"Hey, I thought I could see the battle of the century between traditional Chinese painting and new oil painting. In the end, Sishou dug his own grave. He lost this game... It's a pity. If he painted Chinese painting, he might really win today .”

During the discussion, Huang Liang turned his head to look at Xi Qingyin.

As soon as he saw the oil paintbrush in his hand, Huang Liang's eyes flashed with joy.

——Now the winning rate is even greater!

Sighing and feeling unimpressed, Xi Qingyin dipped in the paint without changing his face and began to paint.

As time progressed, many people's expressions gradually changed from pity to stupefaction, with a hint of self-doubt.

I thought that the defeat was already settled, but the more the game progressed, the more people felt that something was wrong.

I have four hands. Is it not because of the monopoly of Chinese painting that I am famous? Who can tell them...why his oil paintings are so good!

The author has something to say: Miaomiao's ability is beyond the imagination of ordinary people, hum! (≧ω≦)/