If I am not a Confucian saint, I will set off a revolution

Chapter 136 "Sunrise"

"Oil painting is indeed not yet recognized by the painting circle."

Lin Ke smiled: "That's because I haven't drawn him yet."

As soon as the words fell, the drunken scholar in the auditorium immediately laughed: "Are you a master of painting?"

He laughed out loud, and his laughter seemed to have some kind of magic power, which caused many people around him to laugh too.

However, Lin Ke chuckled lightly, and there was a hint of power in his voice:

"Not yet."

Not currently?

When this statement came out, everyone was shocked.

Lin Ke smiled and continued, "Of course I will..."

"Arrogance! You..." The drunken scholar narrowed his eyes and interrupted Lin Ke.

However, when he wanted to say something more, he was interrupted by a cold snort.

Interrupt × 2!

"Hmph!" At this moment, Dean Wu turned his head to look at the drunken scholar, his eyes sparkled with white light: "A mere child with a yellow mouth dares to interrupt my apprentice, do you want to fight with me!"

Lit and tongue, this is an attack method that can only be carried out by existences above the three realms.

The drunken scholar was not weak, but squinted his eyes and said with a sneer: "I am a disciple of Lin Shangshu, Your Excellency, don't bully the small with the big."

"You don't dare to fight me, but my apprentice dares to fight you, believe it or not?" Dean Wu frowned.

Lin Ke:?
Brother, I dare not!
That's the three-level scholarly environment, I'm only one-level!

However, Lin Ke also knew that because of the existence of the holy rod, firewood chopping method, changer, and the comic book "Pokémon", he couldn't use common sense to calculate.

"And Lin Ke?" The drunken scholar said disdainfully, "If he doesn't use the holy rod, I'll just kill him."

"Don't use the holy rod?" Dean Wu smiled: "Why don't he use all his hands, feet and mouth? You can also kill him with just one word."

"The holy rod is not his own power." The drunken scholar shook his head: "The two are different."

"I mean, isn't the staff of Shengzhun condensed from "The Thatched House Is Broken by the Autumn Wind"? The poems created by myself are not counted as my own strength. Is it true that Confucius is without the power of spring and autumn?"

Dean Wu scoffed at the drunken scholar's words, and raised his sleeves after speaking: "No need to say more, then shut up, or I will tell you to shut up."

The drunken scholar stopped talking and continued to drink after sitting down.

At this time, Lin Ke also looked at Qi Ye again: "Whether it is a new painting, Qi Ye, you can tell by yourself."

Who knew that Lin Ke's words caused another explosion on the other side.

The followers who were ashen-faced just now, now heard Lin Ke directly call Qi Ye's order, one by one exploded.

"Qi Ye? How dare you call Brother Qi 'Qi Ye'?!"

"How can a mere prostitute come from a lowly status and say his honorable name?!"

"Amitabha, Donor Lin is really lawless, lawless!"

In the eyes of those people, Lin Ke, as a lowly citizen, casually called out Qi Ye's full name, which is simply an insult!
Seeing this scene, Lin Ke couldn't help being stunned for a moment: "What's his name if he isn't Qi Ye? I remember Qi Shangshu named him Qi Ye?"

Everyone was speechless for a while.

Yes, according to the rules and etiquette, there is indeed no problem calling Qi Ye.

But the problem is that now, people on Qiye's side subconsciously think that the status of a lowly family is not as good as a respectable one.

Just like what Lin Ke called "teacher teacher" at any time in his previous life, it was not a matter of rules and systems, but a name brought about by his own cognition.

However, Lin Ke was too lazy to spoil these people, and took the drawing board and easel handed over by the matchmaker on his own.

The most important things in oil painting are paper and pen, and the other is paint.

Many Chinese-style paintings in ancient times were limited by cognition and materials, which made the colors relatively scarce.

However, through searching, Lin Ke still found some substitutes for oil painting raw materials, and made them into oil paintings.

However, Lin Ke looked at the darkened sky and felt a little regretful: "It would be great if it was daytime."

However, most people have to work during the day, working at sunrise and resting at sunset.

Therefore, their competition is at night when the most attention is paid.

Otherwise, he would definitely choose to compete during the day.

After hearing Lin Ke's words, everyone didn't care, but they did know why.

Because Lin Ke's paintings do seem to need enough light to appreciate them better.

However, it doesn't really affect much.

Lin Ke took out the paint and started painting.

"That's... what color is that?!"

"Why is it so colorful and bright?!"

"It's not Dao, it's not Dao! Manga is also Dao, but this..."

"No, this is the way of painting, this is indeed the way of painting!"

In the eyes of everyone, the colors in Lin Ke's paints are different from the traditional gray and black.

Yellow, red, brown, green, blue, white...

Even mixed with each other, there are light yellow, dark yellow, bright yellow, red red, light red, orange red...

Various colors and shapes appear on the drawing paper of Lin Ke's drawing board.

It is not the first time that human eyes come into contact with these colors.

However, it was the first time they encountered these colors in paintings.

"Shhh-"

Lin Ke holds ball-tip pens, flat-tip pens, fan-shaped pens, and row pens, etc. specially designed for oil painting, and paints with kneading, line, and frustrating methods.

In the eyes of the onlookers, Lin Ke's paintings gradually changed from chaotic colors to orderly ones.

And in this order, the whole painting becomes a well-organized picture.

In Lin Ke's painting, a flourishing tree occupies three quarters of the painting.

Above the trees are red and white plum blossoms, dotted with brown trunks and green leaves.

And under the tree, there is the back of a child.

The child was sitting on the bench, with his chin in his hands, staring at the tree in a daze.

At the same time, there is a bright, eye-catching, fiery red sun in the corner of the painting that is about to rise.

"This is an oil painting, titled: "Sunrise"."

After Lin Ke finished drawing, he let out a slow breath.

Fortunately, his hands are fast, and he already has a composition in mind, coupled with the use of the power of change, this allowed him to finish the picture in just over 20 minutes.

If it was placed in the previous life, it would probably not be possible to draw it within two hours.

But at this time, after Lin Ke finished speaking, everyone felt that they had recovered from the shock of the painting.

This is a collision between different civilizations and different arts!

There is no distinction between high and low in art.

But there is a difference in art.

And the paintings that Lin Ke drew at this time are different from the paintings of the Great Wei Dynasty!
The paintings of the Great Wei Dynasty, whether they are realistic paintings or freehand paintings, do not focus on color.

And now?

In the painting "Sunrise", the clusters of bright pink flowers, the green leaves, the day of finishing touch...

Shocked!

It’s too shocking!

And just when Lin Ke finished painting, there was a sudden wave of literary energy in the sky.

A bit of red that seems to be absent is scattered in the capital.

Before it's too late, the sun rises...

(End of this chapter)