There were sounds of admiration everywhere, and they were heard everywhere. Although Lin Xiao's face was calm, there was still a little bit of color between his eyebrows. He did not reserve the slightest reservations in this work, and he tried his best. It should be noted that the simpler a painting is, the more it could test and reflect a person's painting skills.

Long Yin kept nodding, then asked, "Ye Jia Wuchen, what do you think of this painting?"

The scene became quiet and his eyes were focused on him, waiting for his words of "please give up on the disadvantage".

Ye Wuchen glanced at the "Barrien of Qingshui Lake" with a plain look and said, "It's not bad... But if Mr. Lin is only at this level, I don't mind comparing it."

The extremely arrogant words made the scene shocked, and even Long Yin's face was shocked for a long time. Everyone's voices became chaotic again, and some ridiculed, some disdainful, and some sneered, but no one showed expectations. According to what they thought, Ye Wuchen's words were undoubtedly protecting his face with arrogance and pretending to be disdainful. A man dressed in a bachelor even stood up and shouted: "It's really not good that you dare to insult such amazing works!!"

Ye Wuchen glanced at the man and said, "If this painting is a so-called amazing work in your eyes, it only means that you have never seen a truly good painting. In my eyes, this painting is only worthy of being called a rough work, whether it is a painting skill or a painting environment!"

This was undoubtedly much more arrogant than before, and he even mocked Lin Xiao without any mercy. Lin Xiao's face turned blue and he immediately returned to calm. He said calmly: "My painting is naturally hard to catch the eyes of Mr. Ye. Please give me some advice."

"It's easy to say. Since Mr. Lin is so sincere in asking for advice, I'll give you some advice."

The muscles on Lin Xiao's face twitched, and everyone opened their eyes wide to see how the arrogant Young Master Ye would give advice.

Ye Wuchen walked to the drawing board of "The Border of Qingshui Lake" and asked with a squinted look: "Dare you ask if Mr. Lin has ever been to Qingshui Lake?"

"Of course I've been there."

"So what this paints is the scenery of the shore of Qingshui Lake?"

"autumn."

"Is that true, then... Where is the autumn wind?"

“…Autumn wind?”

Ye Wuchen shook his head in disappointment: "The scenery you painted is not counted, but the whole painting looks lifeless, dull and without any sense of freshness, and the painting environment is a mess. It is important to know that the willow wind by the lake, the windless lake is stagnant water, and the windless willow is stagnant willow. The most beautiful breeze by the lake does not reflect the slightest reflection of this painting, so this can only be a rough work."

Before Lin Xiao answered, the previous scholar shouted again: "You are so light! The swaying autumn wind is invisible, and even more unpredictable. How can you draw it? If you have the ability, you can draw it for us!"

Lin Xiao also nodded and smiled, "Since that's the case, please show us what is the breeze by the lake."

Ye Wuchen smiled indifferently and said, "Then you think about it!"

Ye Wuchen scooped up his brush, lightly drew the ink, and drew the tilted willow branches on the willow tree, and casually embellished the dancing willow leaves...

"The so-called 'the willow branches come from the west and the leaves are facing east, this is not the true style of painting willows. The wind comes without quality and is difficult to put on paper. It is described by the willow branches. This is the style of painting. Although the wind itself cannot be seen, the wind blows the willows but everyone can see it!"

(Note: This seven-character quatrain is from Jiang Xi's "Yanchong Painting Liu Yan".)

After re-stripping, the landing point of the brush began to change, and shallow ripples appeared and faintly appeared on the lake surface.

"This is the style of water painting, without wind or waves. Using microwaves, you can tell the direction and wind power of the clear wind. Mr. Lin doesn't even know such simple common sense?"

Lin Xiao: “…”

Finally, Ye Wuchen's brush fell on the woman under the tree, and the pen swayed lightly, curling a few flying hair. Then he stopped the brush and turned around.

"The hair is the same as willow silk, and they can be used to make a clever example of Qingfeng. There are so many things that make the wind, but Mr. Lin is so dead-stricken that he shouldn't have painted this painting." He shook his head gently, with a sigh on his face.

The scene became completely quiet for a moment. Because they were shocked and could not speak. Ye Wuchen's writing speed was so fast that he was not inferior to Lin Xiao at all. Moreover, he had just outlined it for more than ten seconds, and the artistic conception of the painting changed dramatically in an instant. Looking at the painting, they had a subtle feeling of being there. They saw the willows whirling the wind, the water waves rippling, and even felt a breeze blowing on his face, bringing a burst of coolness.

Shocked, extremely shocked. Those few strokes actually raised a peerless painting in their eyes to a higher level. From the current painting "Barrien of Qingshui Lake", they began to vaguely realize what the "painting environment" mentioned by Ye Wuchen before was.

The middle-aged scholar was stunned at the painting, then he looked ashamed and clasped his fists and said, "Shame, admire!"

"Okay! Although it's just a few simple strokes, it's a real stroke of magic. I really didn't expect that your attainment in painting has reached such a level. I am really comforted in my heart!!" Long Yin sighed excitedly.

Not only others, but also the Ye family, except Ye Shuiyao, Ye Nu, Ye Wei, and Wang Wenshu were all surprised. They never expected Ye Wuchen to give them such a big surprise without warning. Ye Wei whispered to himself: "Is the Sword God Senior not only superb sword skills, but also the painting skills?"

Long Yin continued: "I have decided to take this painting of "Barrien of Qingshui Lake" jointly completed by two heroes as a private collection. Although Lin Xiao was unable to paint the breeze due to negligence, his painting skills can be said to have reached a state of transformation and can be seen by everyone. Wuchen made the understatement greatly improve the painting environment of this painting, which is even more amazing!"

"Your Majesty!" Ye Wuchen turned around, then looked at Lin Xiao with a complicated expression, and said, "Your Majesty's words Wuchen dared not agree with. Although Mr. Lin's painting skills are superb, he has reached the level of transformation, which is really too far away."

"This..." Long Yin frowned, speechless for a moment.

"I dare to ask Mr. Lin, what is the peak of his painting skills?" Ye Wuchen asked.

"The peak of painting skills is naturally the ability to depict the objects in the paintings from the real objects, and they are not bad at all!" Lin Xiao replied.

"Oh..." Ye Wuchen walked to the painting, looked at it for a while, and then pointed the pen to a green worm on the willow branch: "Why, do you think this little worm Mr. Lin feels that he is satisfied with the painting?"

Lin Xiao glanced at him, then said arrogantly: "Although he is not talented, he is also qualified to be arrogant in painting skills. Although this is just a blue worm used to embellish, Lin Xiao realized that even if it is compared with the actual object, he felt that there was no difference."

"Oh, is that?" Ye Wuchen smiled disapprovingly, then lit some green ink with a paintbrush. When the tip of the pen moved, he had drawn a green worm of the same size on another willow branch. Then he moved his body away, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and said nothing.

Because the green insects' new paintings were not dry, the brush and ink reflected slightly in the sunlight, and it looked like it was squirming from afar. Just when everyone was confused, a bird crow suddenly sounded, and then a girl's pleasant call sounded: "Xiaoqing!"

A blue shadow flew quickly to the middle, then quickly dived down in the air, and the pointed beak fell heavily on the "Barrien Lake".

With a light sound, the drawing board shook a few times, and the black-haired bird with excessive force was directly shocked to the ground, struggling to flap its wings. Ye Wuchen picked it up, quietly inputting a little Wuchen's power, easily repairing the little bit of trauma it had just suffered.

A small hole was pecked out of the "Bay of Qingshui Lake". The location of the small hole happened to be the position of the green insect painted by Ye Wuchen. While stroking the extremely docile blue-haired bird in his hand, he said slowly: "If Mr. Lin's painting skills have reached a level comparable to that of a real thing, what about my one?"

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