Qin Xianger was so happy that she said this, but she lowered her voice and said, "Eunuch Li, are you so poor in your self-control?"

Eunuch Li was Baoshu and they gave Li Shaodian nicknames because Li Shaodian only looked at him and didn't eat him. They all suspected that Li Shaodian was an eunuch.

Xie Fu said: "People, I may be able to resist for a while. I can't help facing Sister Xiang'er."

"Okay, draw it for me quickly."

Xie Fu said: "I really don't feel it, why don't you scream."

Qin Xiang'er was stunned for a moment and roared lowly.

Xie Fu said with a funny look: "I'm not a dog, why are you barking? Be gentle, like a cat at midnight."

Qin Xiang'er glared at Xie Fu when she heard this, but Xie Fu looked very serious.

In the silent contest, Qin Xianger finally compromised and cried in Xie Fu's ear.

Xie Fu immediately had weak legs, but his heart was full of energy. Yes, he wanted the mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River to be gentle, and the spring rain was affectionate, so he immediately started writing in his hands.

Du Chuan has never been in a hurry to start writing. He has to think about painting first. On-site painting is not a simple thing, and there are subject matter restrictions. A good poem requires inspiration, and a good painting is even worse.

When the conception becomes a scene, immediately use the pen to fly, and the ink falls vigorously, and suddenly time passes.

The onlookers opened their eyes and immersed themselves in Du Chuan's brushstrokes, and no one made any sound.

Finally, a picture of the misty rain in the mountains was finished. Du Chuan was sweating profusely and sweating heavily. He felt a little weak and sighed, but his eyes were excited to look at his work.

The green mountains lie in hazy smoke, the spring rain conveys thoughts, the river bank is green, the swallows return in spring, the scene is overview, the composition is magnificent and the connotation is profound.

The onlookers cheered.

"God made!"

"Mr. Changyou is such a magic trick!"

...

Du Chuan smiled and said that he wanted this effect and never tired of it. Why is talented? It is to get others praise it.

I don’t know who said, “I don’t know where the book boy has painted it.”

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone turned their attention to Xie Fu.

But Xie Fu rolled up his sleeves, drank with a wine pot in one hand, and painted with a pen in the other, which was extremely free and wild.

If Li Shaodian was this attitude, it would naturally make people admire him. What a romantic guest, Li Shaodian.

But when it appears on a book boy, it seems a bit nonsense.

Only Du Chuan's expression was condensed, his eyes were like torches, and his ink was like silk, and his continuous and dense. The book boy actually finished painting the spring rain in one breath.

When I heard Mo Luo silent again, I felt that it was not good. He was also a person with superb painting skills, so how could he not know the mystery?

When he just painted the spring rain, the ink fell like a stone, slightly heavier. Halfway through the raindrops, it was exhausted because of the thick ink. He needed to dip ink again. After stopping and dipping, the raindrops would be different and the artistic conception changed.

I can't see it briefly, but if I tell it carefully, I can still see the clues...

Du Chuan immediately fell into deep thought, maybe I heard it wrong.

Xie Fuhao drank a sip of wine, then put down his pen and smiled: "Okay."

Du Chuan came back to his senses and walked quickly. The moment he saw Xie Fu's painting, his face showed a look of shock and fell into the painting.

The green mountains are towering, and the spring rain covers the river surface. The river waves are filled with smoke, and the painting is graceful and graceful. It makes people feel refreshed when they look at it, as if they are in the scene.

Look at the long spring rain, and the rain is made in one stroke, and the meaning is distant. This person really has such real talent and knowledge. If the composition is inconsistent, he loses in the technique of spring rain and blurts out: "Who are you?"

So everyone looked at Xie Fu with a surprised expression, and Xie Li was even more unbelievable. Did my cousin really draw this painting? When did he have such superb painting skills?

Xie Li couldn't see through this cousin who was squinting and drunk for a while. Is this still his stupid brother? It's just a different person.

Quiet!

Very quiet!

Because Xie Fu's performance was so shocking!

This is a painting on the spot! I never return to the pen!

If Du Chuan painted this painting, they would not be surprised, but they were just a book boy.

I am far from being ashamed of a book boy, and I feel ashamed!

Du Chuan asked again: "Who are you?"

Xie Fu narrowed his eyes slightly: "Shutong Shixi." He said with a smile: "The old man kept asking me who I am, are you afraid of losing to a Shutong?"

Du Chuan snorted coldly: "Just! At most, it's equal."

Du Chuan knew in his heart that he had lost, but it was impossible for him to admit defeat to a book boy. If this matter spread, Du Chuan's reputation would be ruined.

Equalizing the beauty is already the minimum he can accept.

I originally wanted to show off my skills, but I didn't expect that I would shoot myself in the foot. It's a hell.

Xie Fu opened his eyes and glanced at Du Chuan, saying a joke? If Du Chuan was more humble, he would not have made any progress. But Du Chuan's arrogance once again aroused his displeasure. He said with a bold attitude: "Since it is a painting fight, we must naturally divide it into different levels!"

Chen An, the flatterer, immediately interrupted and said, "Of course Mr. Changyou is slightly better." He said and looked at everyone.

To be honest, everyone can't tell the difference. After all, Du Chuan has a reputation and is more inclined to Du Chuan. If this book boy was replaced by Li Shaodian, they would naturally stand on Li Shaodian's side.

It is sparse, and some people say that Du Chuan is slightly better.

Xie Fu looked at Du Chuan and asked, "Old sir, what do you think?"

Du Chuan smiled faintly: "I believe others' eyes are sharp." This old face must be kept no matter what.

Seeing that Du Chuan is so confident, several people think Du Chuan is slightly better.

I don’t know who suggested: “It’s better to judge everyone Baoshu and Keqin.”

Du Chuan felt something was wrong when he heard this. The famous actors' eyesight was not comparable to those of these young men. He just didn't know what reason to refute this suggestion.

Xie Fu asked: "Old sir, what do you think?"

"Okay." Du Chuan felt a little lucky in his heart. Maybe the two women couldn't see the slight difference.

Qin Xiang'er sneered in her heart, she really fell into the trap. Baoshu and others were familiar with Li Shaodian's techniques. Even if Li Shaodian painted shit, they all said it was OK.

Two paintings were sent to treasure books, but after reading the piano, they came out soon. Both girls thought that Xie Fu's paintings were slightly better in technique.

In order to convince the public, both women accurately explained the difference in raindrops. Perhaps they could not compare with these two masters of painting in terms of technique, but they still have this appreciation and vision.

After listening to it, everyone looked at the two paintings carefully and thought it was really reasonable.

The raindrops of the book boy's paintings are like silk, made of one stroke, like real rain. Mr. Du Chuan's raindrops can be seen in detail. Not only does this artistic conception change, but it also makes people feel that this is just a painting.

The technique is actually above Mr. Changyou!

Many eyes fell on Xie Fu, who was drunk and awake, and he really praised him and cheered him, but the other party was just a book boy.

This inappropriate dress and the identity of this book boy were slapped in their faces all the time, but they made them praise them. Suddenly they turned their eyes to Xie Li.

This book is unpleasant, but the young master is successful. It can represent the image of their Yangzhou students and serve as the face of Yangzhou students.

Many people immediately surrounded Xie Li, respecting and admiring: "Young Master Xie, how talented you are, can you teach such a book boy."

"Young Master Xie, you are so low-key!"
Chapter completed!