The whole empire is begging for my resurrection

It can be seen with the naked eye that the brushwork of the four hands is more proficient than that of Huang Liang. Both of them adopted the painting method of random brushwork, but it is obvious that the four hands are much smoother.

The butler finally shifted his attention away from the iron cage, and someone beside him was discussing softly.

"Huang Liang's painting should be a battlefield. I feel that the colors used are so dull. This oil painting looks very depressing."

"Didn't he say that he had participated in the war? War is cruel. As an imperial painter, the embarrassment of the imperial painter on the battlefield is not unusual. Thinking about it this way, I feel sympathetic to him."

"What is the four-handed painting? The color is so warm, I can't tell it at all..."

"Come on, one draws the battlefield and the other draws daily life. Obviously, the intention of painting the battlefield is much deeper!"

The butler looked at the paintings of the two, and suddenly frowned.

"No, what he drew was also a battlefield."

The bystanders were so surprised that they couldn't believe it. They glanced at him several times, thinking that they had heard it wrong.

**

The game time is more than half, and it is coming to an end.

Huang Liang put down the oil paintbrush, and the whole painting was completed.Looking back at the four hands, he looked focused, and the movements of his hands never stopped.

Everyone felt more and more restless, and at the same time felt that something was wrong.

What to draw...does it take so long?

Shui Rui stepped onto the stage to hold Huang Liang's finished painting "War" and showed it to everyone.

The tone of this work is dull, and it depicts a scrawny child lying on the ground, rummaging through the ruins of the battlefield for food.Not far away, you can see piles of corpses piled up one after another, which is amazing to look at.

Many people looked at the painting and fell into silence.

They knew that war was cruel, but they really didn't know that it would be so cruel.

"Excluding the extra points that can improve the mental power and the concept of the painting, the mental power fluctuation of this work should be around 110," said an A-level imperial painter present: "If I remember correctly, the highest level of four-handed live painting It’s in the early 100s, there are no more points for bad intentions, and the chance of winning with four hands is very slim.”

There are still many people who are willing to trust the words of the boss.

Everyone shook their heads and sighed: "It would be great if the four-handed painting is a traditional Chinese painting!"

The waiting time was extremely long.

When Xi Qingyin's first draft was completed, someone suddenly said in amazement: "Why do I feel that what he drew is also a battlefield!"

Slowly, this statement was recognized by more and more people.

"Is it really okay to use such a warm battlefield? Does he think of war too simply?"

"Those who did not participate in the war and those who participated in the war really cannot be compared together."

Huang Liang had nothing to do and stood aside to observe.

Seeing that what Xi Qingyin drew was also a battlefield, he immediately taunted: "I draw a battlefield and you also draw a battlefield. Do you want to make the imitation more obvious? Fakes can never beat genuine ones, and imitations will only stay where they are."

Xi Qingyin stopped holding the pen.

Before, Huang Liang was chattering a lot at the side, and he didn't give the other party a look. Now when he heard this sentence, he suddenly turned his head.

After a pause, he said with a strange tone: "Really?"

Huang Liang was taken aback for a moment, he didn't know what he thought of, his face suddenly turned blue and purple.

When she wanted to say something, Xi Qingyin turned her head away and continued painting.

As a result, Huang Liang held his breath in his heart, and immediately went up and down, and finally he could only snort coldly, and turned his head away to stop looking.

Another hour passed.

Everyone's anxiety has almost reached its peak.

"Isn't it finished yet?!"

"I'm waiting to go to the bathroom."

Tao Xiaoxiao stood up all of a sudden, folded his arms and sarcastically said: "Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up, don't you know that good works need to be precipitated? I understand it as a soldier, and you royal painters have the nerve to push a lot .”

Some people are not afraid of things, and immediately retorted: "There is nothing wrong, good works need precipitation. But do you think his paintings are good works? The current situation is bound to lose, so there is no need to struggle."

Tao Xiaoxiao raised his eyebrows, and when he really wanted to roll up his sleeves and make friendly physical contact, there was a sudden 'click' from the stage.

The paintbrush was forcefully placed next to the easel, and the sound was a bit loud, as if reminding everyone of something.

Xi Qingyin took the rag beside her and wiped her hands, then said calmly, "The painting is finished."

"..." There was silence.

With a smile on Shui Rui's face, she quickened her pace and walked over, picked up Xi Qingyin's painting, and walked along the route just arrived.

Just now Xi Qingyin blocked the easel with half of his body, and everyone waited impatiently, and only looked carefully after he finished.

At a glance, the sound of gasping for air continued to sound.

The color of the painting is high-profile, with orange and yellow as a whole, and the painting is a battlefield under the setting sun.

By this time the war should have ended, and one after another small graves had been torn up on the battlefield. There was no stele on each grave, only a small four-leaf clover.

People walk together and lay flowers in front of the grave.Some are a family of three, which seem to be very harmonious.Some are veterans of the battlefield, standing in front of the grave bag to salute, without moving for a long time.There are also affectionate couples with a big pregnant belly, in which new hope is brewing.

"I don't know why, but when I saw this work, I thought of someone."

"Ah, we should be thinking of the same person."

The two people who spoke looked at each other, and said the same name at the same time: "Xi Qingyin!"

"He participated in the war and returned with honor after fighting for several years. And those of us who accepted his protection returned him with countless slanders... Suddenly I hope Huang Liang said that the matter of stealing military exploits is true, otherwise I think I feel so guilty, I feel like a white-eyed wolf."

As soon as these words came out, everyone fell into silence in embarrassment.

the other side.

The atmosphere on the auction stage was not so peaceful.

Huang Liang looked at the painting next to Xi Qingyin with a gloomy expression, especially when he saw him title the painting 'War and Peace', Huang Liang's throat sweetened and he almost spat out blood.

War, war and peace are two completely different concepts.

The former is just cruel, and thinking about it on a deeper level, there is nothing.But the latter represents a more far-reaching meaning. The reason why we live a happy and happy life now is that someone has already carried the burden for us and forged ahead.

In this work by Sishou, the graves on the battlefield reflect the cruelty of war, but what the painting emphasizes more is the afterglow of the setting sun and the "peace" in front of the graves.

In this way, the superiority and inferiority stand out.

In terms of conception, he directly lost!

Yu Tingyu's voice sounded beside her.

"Aren't you really going to lose to him?"

Huang Liang's complexion changed several times, and finally he exhaled lightly from his throat, and looked vaguely at someone on the field.

"No, the master told us not to mess up. Besides, even if we lose our intention, don't forget that our canvas still has that thing that can improve spiritual power. How could he win with this alone? pass me!"

Yu Tingyu followed his gaze, and when she saw the man's back, her scalp tingled.

She comforted herself silently in her heart: "We are all fighting with our backs, there is no way we can lose!"

**

The two paintings were loaded into the star network to test their mental strength.

At the same time, the number of people watching the live broadcast has reached an unprecedented peak.

Huang Liang's oil painting was detected first, and the mental power fluctuation of "War" was even higher than the previous A-level royal painter predicted, reaching as much as 120!

In this way, everyone's eyes on "War and Peace" became more intense.

For this work with a higher intention, how much will his spiritual power fluctuate?

Seeing the numbers jumping up little by little, everyone's hearts gradually jumped to their throats.

When breaking through 100, the housekeeper and Tao Xiaoxiao stood up involuntarily, their eyes very anxious.

When breaking through 110, the smile on Rong Yunjing's face couldn't hold back anymore. He didn't believe in gods and Buddhas, and he actually started praying in his heart, praying that that person could win the battle.

Bit by bit, the faces of countless people present became more and more red. When the 120 level was broken, the A-level royal painter who predicted that Xi Qingyin would lose before touched his beard and lowered his head in embarrassment.

It hasn't stopped yet!

130...140...

The more numbers there were, the worse Huangliang's complexion was.

When he was almost fainting on the spot, the increase in this number finally slowed down, and his mental strength stopped at 152.

There are nearly 30 more!

There was an uproar in the venue, and Xi Qingyin also breathed a sigh of relief, and subconsciously turned her head to look at the VIP seller area.

There was a person looking at him, there was light in his eyes, bright as if there were stars shining, extremely dazzling.

Xi Qingyin paused.

Regardless of whether he was covered by a mask or not, he subconsciously showed a faint smile, as if to say: "Look, I have lived up to it."

Rong Yunjing covered the beating heart of 'Putong Putong', and didn't know what expression to return. In the end, he could only stare at Xi Qingyin stiffly, not moving for a long time.

Seeing this, Xi Qingyin laughed again.

**

"Let's win with four hands. The fluctuation of mental power has increased by almost 30. You still think that Huang Liang won. Could it be that he is blind?!"

"Huang Liang's paintings can increase spiritual power. If the four hands are painting Chinese paintings, I have no opinion. In this world, the painting that can increase spiritual power is Dad. If you don't even understand this, are you a fool?"

Shui Rui looked at the two paintings in trouble, left and right, not knowing what to do.

Finally, she raised her voice: "Everyone, the paintings of the two adults have their own advantages and disadvantages. I think...it is better to draw?"

As soon as the words came out, everyone was restless.

Yu Tingyu was the first to dissatisfy and said: "Why is it a draw? "War" can increase spiritual power! "War and Peace" is not without paintings with high pure spiritual power. In terms of rarity, "War" surpasses it. Several steps!"

Shui Rui looked troubled: "Then what do you think?"

Yu Tingyu: "Of course it is a victory for a work that can improve spiritual power!"

Shui Rui was dumb.

Everyone present looked at each other in blank dismay, also stumbled by this difficult assessment.

"Paintings that can improve spiritual power are rare among the rare. If the concept and spiritual power exceed it, so what, I think Huang Liang wins... Hey, why did the four hands paint oil paintings? If you paint Chinese paintings, you should be sure to win .”

More and more people nodded.

Although they agree with the painting skills of the four hands, it is like the children of the family with the same education and ordinary people applying together. Even if the diploma of the children of the family is inferior, there is a high probability that the employer will choose to apply for the children of the family in the end.

Because of what, because the starting point is different!

Shui Rui braced herself, and when she was about to announce Huang Liang's victory, something happened suddenly.

The cage covered with black cloth under the table suddenly swayed violently, as if someone inside was trying to hit the cage with all his might.

Although the cage couldn't be opened, perhaps because of the violent shaking, the black cloth on it slowly slipped off.

The butler stood up instantly, his eyes were red, and he was about to run over there.Halfway through the run, Tao Xiaoxiao stopped him. The latter, who was often irritable and irritable, looked very calm at this moment, shaking his head slightly at the butler, and pointing at someone in the arena.

If you noticed Huang Liang talking with Yu Tingyu before, you might be horrified to find that the person Tao Xiaoxiao pointed at was the master Huang Liang was talking about.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

The woman in ragged clothes made a teeth-piercing voice. She didn't have an inch of intact skin on her whole body, her face was completely disfigured by ironing iron, her legs were broken by someone, and there seemed to be something wrong with her throat, so she couldn't speak.

The most important thing is that the mental power in her body is leaking seriously, and it can be seen that she has suffered serious damage.

Xi Qingyin was taken aback.

This is... the person the butler wants to save?

The woman lost all five senses, leaving only a pair of bloodshot eyes, which were red and swollen from crying.She didn't ask anyone for help, but reached out to Xi Qingyin in despair, trembling.

Shui Rui panicked and shouted loudly: "Come quickly, put the black cloth back on. Oops... She just hit the iron cage and her injuries have worsened again. Why didn't she move? She shouldn't be dead, bad luck!"

In the confusion, Xi Qingyin shifted his eyes and looked at the woman's hand.

It was also covered in scars, but most notably the dislocation of the knuckles.

This is a very rare physical feature. Xi Qingyin froze for a few seconds, and then her brain froze.

is her!

His legs suddenly went limp and he almost fell to the ground.

Rong Yunjing immediately realized that something was wrong, quickly went to Xi Qingyin's side, struggled for a few seconds and stretched out his hand to support him, concerned: "What's wrong?"

"Quick, quick..." Xi Qingyin's voice trembled slightly.

Seeing his sweetheart like this, Rong Yunjing was more anxious than anyone else, and also stuttered: "What, what's wrong?"

Xi Qingyin took a deep breath: "Hurry up and take the oil painting I just painted, and go rescue the man in the iron cage."

Huang Liang's lukewarm voice came: "It can't be saved, the repair of the oil painting damages the mental power, and her mental power is almost lost. The container is leaking, and it will leak no matter how repaired it is."

He suddenly started to laugh strangely: "Unless you save it with a painting that improves your spiritual power, or you beg me, I can..."

Before he could finish his words, Rong Yunjing's figure brushed past him in an instant, knocking him almost to the ground.

Huang Liang: "..."

Everyone in the venue also heard what Huang Liang said, so they kindly persuaded him.

"Your Highness, this woman is a war criminal and there is nothing to save. Moreover, the failure point of this oil painting just now is that it cannot improve the spiritual power, and it cannot be saved."

Seeing that Rong Yunjing turned a deaf ear to it, the group of people around wanted to persuade him again.But suddenly, everyone closed their mouths tacitly, and looked at everything in front of them almost dully.

The woman's vital signs are recovering, not only her mental power has been repaired, but her upper limit is also...increased.

Hastily hastily!How is this going? !

Aren't Xi Qingyin and Huang Liang the only ones who can improve their mental strength? How could there be one more person!