Emperor Qiangu is in Huadu

Chapter 98

Xin Zhilong still had a smile on his face, waiting for Yin Zheng's answer.

Hearing this, the people beside them also nodded.

"Yeah, you've been blowing it up for a long time, but you drew it out and opened our eyes."

"This pair of foreign garbage is worth tens of millions. I don't know, is the one you drew worth the price?"

In fact, many paintings are worthless in themselves.

It's just that, under some people's deliberate hype, even a piece of blank paper can be fired to a price of tens of millions.

Long Yuan frowned and lowered his voice, "If you don't know how to draw, forget it."

Yin Zheng is proficient in calligraphy, he knows this.

But I have never seen that Yin Zheng can also draw.

Calligraphy and painting are connected together, and they have something in common, but they are fundamentally two different concepts.

Yin Zheng ignored him, but looked at Xin Zhilong, and said indifferently: "Although your aggressive method is stupid, I don't mind, it will open your eyes."

"China's 5000-year-old culture is not comparable to these foreign garbage!"

Such a clumsy work can be praised as a masterpiece by these people. Yin Zheng doesn't understand why people in the country are so inferior nowadays?

Abandoning the 5000-year history and culture as dross, but treating these foreign garbage without historical background as treasures?

"it is good!"

Xin Zhilong laughed suddenly, "I don't know Mr. Yin, what do you want to draw?"

"Huaxia traditional Chinese painting, landscape painting!"

"Okay, I will serve you with pen and ink!"

Xin Zhilong snapped his fingers, the place was well prepared, and after a while, several waiters came in pushing two carts.

In one of the cars, a piece of rice paper measuring two meters in length and width was placed on the table.

The other one is filled with ready-made pens and inks, and it is known from the aroma that it is not ordinary.

The pen is Shanlianhu pen, and the ink is Qinghu graphite.

The people next to them were discussing a lot, and seeing Yin Zheng's calm expression, they were looking forward to it at this moment.

Not to mention them, even Long Yuan has a strange face.

He knows Chinese medicine, is good at calligraphy, and is proficient in Qin Dynasty Xiaozhuan. If he can paint landscape paintings, he is simply inhuman!

Huaxia traditional Chinese painting, landscape painting!

Subdivided paintings of traditional Chinese painting can be divided into figures, landscapes, boundary paintings, flowers, fruits, feathers, animals, insects and fish.

But if you want to come up with a representative painting, it must be a landscape painting!

There are countless strange mountains and rivers in China.

Jiuqu Yellow River is full of angry waves, rushing to the sea and never returning to the Yellow River.

Or it is the Yangtze River where thousands of miles of rivers and tombs are returned in one day among the colorful clouds of Emperor Ci Baidi.

There is also the majestic Lushan Waterfall, the unique three mountains and five mountains, which one is not the pride of the Chinese people?

Landscape painting is easy to learn, but it is extremely difficult to master.

Yin Zheng is only 17 years old this year, will he really?
"Hehe, although this is a bit inappropriate, I still want to remind you. There is still an hour, and the auction will start."

"If you can't finish it, I can only feel deeply sorry."

"Three and 10 minutes is enough."

"Mr. Yin!"

Long Yuan was in a hurry, he drew a landscape painting in three to ten minutes, isn't this a dream?

"Okay! Once a word is spoken, it is hard to follow!"

Xin Zhilong laughed strangely, "If Mr. Yin can really draw a landscape painting that is not inferior to this piece of foreign garbage in 10 minutes, I am willing to pay for it, and hang it in the middle of this big theater !"

Undoubtedly, these words were just mocking Yin Zheng.

"You can't afford it."

Yin Zheng didn't say much, he didn't even look at him, and spoke calmly.

Xin Zhilong was so angry that he felt like a clown. Although he was extremely angry, he couldn't get angry easily.

He could only grit his teeth and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, I really can't afford it. But, Mr. Yin, I wonder if you can draw it?"

Yin Zheng ignored him, but the more he ignored him, the more upset Xin Zhilong felt.

"here we go!"

As a master of appreciating treasures, Li Fu also dabbled in traditional Chinese painting and understood the difficulty of landscape painting.

Three 10 minutes, draw a landscape painting?

If it is said that this painting is small, then he believes it.

But if it is a large-scale landscape painting, even if it takes a few days, it is normal.

Because of his status, Li Fu also knew many masters of Chinese painting, and they all agreed that Chinese painting is the most difficult of all!
If someone else said this, Li Fu turned around and left without saying a word.

However, when Yin Zheng said this, he was quite looking forward to it.

Just because he has created too many miracles.

Yin Zheng calmly mentioned Shanlian Hubi and nodded in approval.

Stained with black ink, holding a pen in one hand, slightly attached to the body, and slammed Fang Qiu!
The movements were smooth and smooth, without the slightest delay, and the fine rice paper slowly bloomed under the embellishment of ink.

The mountains and rivers are far away and the ink is left behind.

The speed is not fast, but it seems to contain a unique rhythm. Except for dyeing ink, Yin Zheng didn't stop at all.

One stroke at a time, like an eagle's hook on an iron painting, the demeanor displayed instantly made those who laughed at him feel ashamed.

"Look, this, isn't this Huangshan?"

"Then this... this is Mount Tai?!"

"My God, he can draw so vividly!"

Yin Zheng didn't pay attention to what these people said, and concentrated on tracing dots on the drawing paper, splashing ink, every stroke contained passion, and every stroke had vitality.

"If there really is a genius in this world, then he is."

As the head of the Leng family, Leng Hanqiu is usually reticent, let alone speak out on his own initiative.

And from his mouth, it is very rare to hear such Liao Zan.

With the passage of time, Yin Zheng is getting better and better, and the speed in his hands is getting faster and faster.

The majestic Yellow River and Yangtze River are vividly drawn by him.

There are also the majestic three mountains and five mountains, which appeared in front of everyone one by one.

There are many forests on both sides, which look quite vivid.

"You're done."

Yin Zheng put down his pen, as if he had done a trivial thing, "Swallowing mountains and rivers with anger, I don't know, how does it compare to your foreign trash?"

The sound fell, and the audience became a sensation!
Everyone spontaneously burst into thunderous applause.

"Chinese painting is expected to revive!"

Leng Hanqiu's eyes are full of horror, Yin Zheng is only over seventeen, this painting is enough to compare with the paintings of today's Chinese landscape masters!
Three 10 minutes, just arrived.

Xin Zhilong's complexion at this time was wonderful, turning livid for a while, and turning red for a while.

"I am a huge country in China, and the culture is extensive and profound. How can a mere barbarian like you understand it?"

"There are people beyond people, and there is a sky beyond the sky. I don't even bother to compare with this piece of foreign garbage."

(End of this chapter)