Body maid is very enchanting
Chapter 1059 Divine Bird Phoenix
w This is a feeling of loneliness when you step on the top and look down on all living beings.
Nan Gongtao sighed, it's ridiculous that he is serious about such a perfect opponent...
How do you say it?If you're serious, you've already lost...
Thinking about it now, this sentence really makes sense!
Nan Gongtao secretly laughed at himself, looking at Wang Dong with a little more pity in his eyes, Xiao Mian, grabbing a woman with brother, are you worthy?The use of force is the worst way, only barbarians will use such courtship methods, hum!The latest novel Baidu search ""
The people on the sidelines should not hold on to their identities. When they saw Wang Dong's chicken pecking rice map, they burst out laughing, as if they had seen the funniest thing in the world. Not everyone was leaning forward and backward with laughter. They all thought it was funny, some of them just wanted to please the Nangong family through their actions.
Even Sun Xingwen felt a little speechless. This is a matter of wealth, how could he be so perfunctory?Return chicken pecking rice map...
However, the interests of the Sun family are already firmly tied to a chariot with Wang Dong at this time, not to mention that Wang Dong drew a picture of a chicken pecking rice, even if Wang Dong didn't draw anything, Sun Everyone must also boast him as a flower... The latest novel Baidu search ""
Sun Xingwen looked at it carefully, nodded and said: "It's still very interesting to write, and it shows everyone's demeanor!"
Having said that, even Sun Xingwen felt that his old face was a little red, but there was nothing he could do about it. Could it be that Wang Dong's paintings were terrible?Wouldn't that be giving up the benefits in vain?
As soon as the words finished, Murong Batian also nodded, and said with a smile: "Indeed, judging from this style of painting, it's not something ordinary people can do."
Many of the onlookers, including the judges, suddenly stopped laughing. Why did the Murong family and the Sun family agree?Could it be that this painting still has a mystery?The laughter of these people suddenly fell silent. They calmed down and looked at the painting carefully, but no matter how they looked at it, the chicken was still a chicken, and the rice was still rice. There was nothing unique about it... …
On the other hand, Nangong Zhenguang took a closer look, shook his head and said: "I have heard that the Sun family has a good relationship with Wang Dong. I saw it today, and it is indeed so. Even such a painting can be called a masterpiece, man, It’s better to be honest.”
Murong Batian smiled and said nothing, but Sun Xingwen echoed, "That's right, it's better to be honest."
With that appearance, it seemed that Nangong Zhenguang was an opportunist, and he almost pissed Nangong Zhenguang to death.
Even though the people next to him were arguing, Wang Dongwu stretched his legs and bent over, while Chen Jingqi was beside him with an affectionate attitude, which made Nan Gongtao very angry, but there was nothing he could do.
After exercising for a while, Wang Dong also took out an inkstone, and said with a smile: "Everyone has been waiting for a long time, this painting is only a first draft, and when I finish it, everyone will come to comment."
Only then did Sun Xingwen breathe a sigh of relief. What are you doing? It turned out to be the first draft. I was so frightened that I just spoke nonsense out of conscience. Otherwise, it would be impossible to do this, right?
Murong Batian frowned, although he had already made up his mind to help Wang Dong, but could Wang Dong really turn around?It has long been made clear in the information that this Wang Dong is just superb in strength. When it comes to piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, can he still perform well?
As for Nan Gongtao, he was secretly delighted. It would be even better if Wang Dongken made another move. He would only make a bigger embarrassment. When he won, he must be humiliated. How dare he do it? Dying struggle?
No matter what others think, Wang Dong is not worried about himself. Wang Dong found some interesting things from Amaterasu's space ring. The monk who was killed by Amaterasu got into Taoism through painting. , After that, he also had some great opportunities, so he stepped into the Nascent Soul Stage cultivation base.
Out of his persistence in the way of painting, this monk also refined some powerful magic weapons. Among them is a sky-tracing pen, which can be regarded as the highest achievement in his works. As long as he has this sky-tracing pen, even It's because you don't know the way of painting at all, yet you can draw an excellent work!
And what Wang Dong holds in his hand is this Sky Tracing Pen!
I saw that it was white all over. It looked like an ordinary paintbrush, but it exuded a strong aura. As soon as it was taken out, everyone around felt refreshed. Every cell seemed to open its mouth wide and absorbed a lot of energy Fan, that kind of comfort is like drinking a glass of cold beer in the dog days.
Holding the sky tracing pen, Wang Dong showed a unique charm, and some of the faces of the painters suddenly became a little more interested. With such an aura, could it be possible that this person is really a master?
Wang Dong dipped his pen into the ink, and used a few pens to outline the prototype of a tree. He didn't use any background color or layout, and he just sketched the model of the tree. What he did was either a lunatic or a genius, and Wang Dong most likely belonged to the former...
Wang Dong continued to write the dragon and snake, with a concentrated expression on his face. He didn't care whether the people next to him were nervous or shook their heads, and devoted themselves to the painting. He used the concentration of ink to separate the layers of trees. Something stood out from the mess.
The people next to him gave mixed reviews, and some people have already seen a clue. This painting gives people a unique feeling, as if it combines the characteristics of previous painters. The places that should be delicate are delicate, and the places that should be extensive are extensive. There is a stream of air flowing in the picture, it feels as if a gust of wind blows, the leaves will tremble slightly.
"it is good!"
An old man next to him couldn't help cheering and said, Sun Xingwen recognized him. He is Qi Wansen, a master of traditional Chinese painting, and his ink painting is second to none in China. He applauded. Does that mean that Wang Dong's paintings are really good?
Sun Xingwen looked at it carefully, but he didn't see much cleverness. The only thing he felt was that Wang Dong's writing was very smooth, without the slightest sense of jerkyness. But can he judge it?
Sun Xingwen has self-knowledge, he knows that he is a layman, so he can only support him spiritually.
Sweat dripped from Wang Dong's forehead, but Wang Dong didn't seem to notice it. Chen Jingqi wanted to go forward to help Wang Dong wipe it off, but she was worried that it would interrupt Wang Dong's current state, so she could only watch the sweat fall on the ground. , splashed to the ground and turned into countless fragments.
Wang Dong didn't hear Qi Wansen's applause. He focused on the sky-tracing pen. This thing is a magic weapon. With Wang Dong's strength, he couldn't exert the power of the magic weapon at all, but only followed the magic weapon's instinct. It's just doing things, even if it is like this, this thing has consumed too much energy of Wang Dong...
The paintbrush continued to pick and draw, and the layers of leaves had already revealed their shapes. They were sycamore leaves. Those rice grains had long been covered by sycamore leaves, but at this moment, Wang Dong's brush was penning for the little chicken.
Dip the sky-tracing pen heavily, the appearance of the chick changed greatly, and the whole body became plump. With the outline of the sky-tracing pen, the chick became more and more agile, and the people around were quite dazzled. Dong's strokes jumped very fast, and after a while, the little chicken had completely changed, it was still the gray rice pecking chicken, it was clearly a phoenix looking down on it!
Wang Dong's feet were already covered with sweat. At this time, he had to forcibly separate a ray of consciousness to prevent the sweat from falling on the scroll. His movements became faster and faster, as if all the paintings had been printed on him. In his mind, all he needed was to figure this out...
Swipe ink, outline, write, light and thick are appropriate...
Everyone was fascinated by it, they had already forgotten about the competition, and comparing Nan Gongtao's painting with this painting, it would simply tarnish a masterpiece!
After the last stroke was drawn, an arc fell on the rice paper, forming mountains in the distance. The divine bird phoenix hovered on the plane tree, looking down at all living beings with sharp eyes...
Wang Dong's face was heavy, and he directly took out a bowl of water from his arms, put it in his mouth, and sprayed it on the drawing paper with a puff. Suddenly, the divine bird Phoenix became more and more agile. The flame-flaming phoenix seems to rush out of the paper and rush toward us... m
Nan Gongtao sighed, it's ridiculous that he is serious about such a perfect opponent...
How do you say it?If you're serious, you've already lost...
Thinking about it now, this sentence really makes sense!
Nan Gongtao secretly laughed at himself, looking at Wang Dong with a little more pity in his eyes, Xiao Mian, grabbing a woman with brother, are you worthy?The use of force is the worst way, only barbarians will use such courtship methods, hum!The latest novel Baidu search ""
The people on the sidelines should not hold on to their identities. When they saw Wang Dong's chicken pecking rice map, they burst out laughing, as if they had seen the funniest thing in the world. Not everyone was leaning forward and backward with laughter. They all thought it was funny, some of them just wanted to please the Nangong family through their actions.
Even Sun Xingwen felt a little speechless. This is a matter of wealth, how could he be so perfunctory?Return chicken pecking rice map...
However, the interests of the Sun family are already firmly tied to a chariot with Wang Dong at this time, not to mention that Wang Dong drew a picture of a chicken pecking rice, even if Wang Dong didn't draw anything, Sun Everyone must also boast him as a flower... The latest novel Baidu search ""
Sun Xingwen looked at it carefully, nodded and said: "It's still very interesting to write, and it shows everyone's demeanor!"
Having said that, even Sun Xingwen felt that his old face was a little red, but there was nothing he could do about it. Could it be that Wang Dong's paintings were terrible?Wouldn't that be giving up the benefits in vain?
As soon as the words finished, Murong Batian also nodded, and said with a smile: "Indeed, judging from this style of painting, it's not something ordinary people can do."
Many of the onlookers, including the judges, suddenly stopped laughing. Why did the Murong family and the Sun family agree?Could it be that this painting still has a mystery?The laughter of these people suddenly fell silent. They calmed down and looked at the painting carefully, but no matter how they looked at it, the chicken was still a chicken, and the rice was still rice. There was nothing unique about it... …
On the other hand, Nangong Zhenguang took a closer look, shook his head and said: "I have heard that the Sun family has a good relationship with Wang Dong. I saw it today, and it is indeed so. Even such a painting can be called a masterpiece, man, It’s better to be honest.”
Murong Batian smiled and said nothing, but Sun Xingwen echoed, "That's right, it's better to be honest."
With that appearance, it seemed that Nangong Zhenguang was an opportunist, and he almost pissed Nangong Zhenguang to death.
Even though the people next to him were arguing, Wang Dongwu stretched his legs and bent over, while Chen Jingqi was beside him with an affectionate attitude, which made Nan Gongtao very angry, but there was nothing he could do.
After exercising for a while, Wang Dong also took out an inkstone, and said with a smile: "Everyone has been waiting for a long time, this painting is only a first draft, and when I finish it, everyone will come to comment."
Only then did Sun Xingwen breathe a sigh of relief. What are you doing? It turned out to be the first draft. I was so frightened that I just spoke nonsense out of conscience. Otherwise, it would be impossible to do this, right?
Murong Batian frowned, although he had already made up his mind to help Wang Dong, but could Wang Dong really turn around?It has long been made clear in the information that this Wang Dong is just superb in strength. When it comes to piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, can he still perform well?
As for Nan Gongtao, he was secretly delighted. It would be even better if Wang Dongken made another move. He would only make a bigger embarrassment. When he won, he must be humiliated. How dare he do it? Dying struggle?
No matter what others think, Wang Dong is not worried about himself. Wang Dong found some interesting things from Amaterasu's space ring. The monk who was killed by Amaterasu got into Taoism through painting. , After that, he also had some great opportunities, so he stepped into the Nascent Soul Stage cultivation base.
Out of his persistence in the way of painting, this monk also refined some powerful magic weapons. Among them is a sky-tracing pen, which can be regarded as the highest achievement in his works. As long as he has this sky-tracing pen, even It's because you don't know the way of painting at all, yet you can draw an excellent work!
And what Wang Dong holds in his hand is this Sky Tracing Pen!
I saw that it was white all over. It looked like an ordinary paintbrush, but it exuded a strong aura. As soon as it was taken out, everyone around felt refreshed. Every cell seemed to open its mouth wide and absorbed a lot of energy Fan, that kind of comfort is like drinking a glass of cold beer in the dog days.
Holding the sky tracing pen, Wang Dong showed a unique charm, and some of the faces of the painters suddenly became a little more interested. With such an aura, could it be possible that this person is really a master?
Wang Dong dipped his pen into the ink, and used a few pens to outline the prototype of a tree. He didn't use any background color or layout, and he just sketched the model of the tree. What he did was either a lunatic or a genius, and Wang Dong most likely belonged to the former...
Wang Dong continued to write the dragon and snake, with a concentrated expression on his face. He didn't care whether the people next to him were nervous or shook their heads, and devoted themselves to the painting. He used the concentration of ink to separate the layers of trees. Something stood out from the mess.
The people next to him gave mixed reviews, and some people have already seen a clue. This painting gives people a unique feeling, as if it combines the characteristics of previous painters. The places that should be delicate are delicate, and the places that should be extensive are extensive. There is a stream of air flowing in the picture, it feels as if a gust of wind blows, the leaves will tremble slightly.
"it is good!"
An old man next to him couldn't help cheering and said, Sun Xingwen recognized him. He is Qi Wansen, a master of traditional Chinese painting, and his ink painting is second to none in China. He applauded. Does that mean that Wang Dong's paintings are really good?
Sun Xingwen looked at it carefully, but he didn't see much cleverness. The only thing he felt was that Wang Dong's writing was very smooth, without the slightest sense of jerkyness. But can he judge it?
Sun Xingwen has self-knowledge, he knows that he is a layman, so he can only support him spiritually.
Sweat dripped from Wang Dong's forehead, but Wang Dong didn't seem to notice it. Chen Jingqi wanted to go forward to help Wang Dong wipe it off, but she was worried that it would interrupt Wang Dong's current state, so she could only watch the sweat fall on the ground. , splashed to the ground and turned into countless fragments.
Wang Dong didn't hear Qi Wansen's applause. He focused on the sky-tracing pen. This thing is a magic weapon. With Wang Dong's strength, he couldn't exert the power of the magic weapon at all, but only followed the magic weapon's instinct. It's just doing things, even if it is like this, this thing has consumed too much energy of Wang Dong...
The paintbrush continued to pick and draw, and the layers of leaves had already revealed their shapes. They were sycamore leaves. Those rice grains had long been covered by sycamore leaves, but at this moment, Wang Dong's brush was penning for the little chicken.
Dip the sky-tracing pen heavily, the appearance of the chick changed greatly, and the whole body became plump. With the outline of the sky-tracing pen, the chick became more and more agile, and the people around were quite dazzled. Dong's strokes jumped very fast, and after a while, the little chicken had completely changed, it was still the gray rice pecking chicken, it was clearly a phoenix looking down on it!
Wang Dong's feet were already covered with sweat. At this time, he had to forcibly separate a ray of consciousness to prevent the sweat from falling on the scroll. His movements became faster and faster, as if all the paintings had been printed on him. In his mind, all he needed was to figure this out...
Swipe ink, outline, write, light and thick are appropriate...
Everyone was fascinated by it, they had already forgotten about the competition, and comparing Nan Gongtao's painting with this painting, it would simply tarnish a masterpiece!
After the last stroke was drawn, an arc fell on the rice paper, forming mountains in the distance. The divine bird phoenix hovered on the plane tree, looking down at all living beings with sharp eyes...
Wang Dong's face was heavy, and he directly took out a bowl of water from his arms, put it in his mouth, and sprayed it on the drawing paper with a puff. Suddenly, the divine bird Phoenix became more and more agile. The flame-flaming phoenix seems to rush out of the paper and rush toward us... m
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