Zhenguan Leisurely King

Chapter 42

Wang Pingan came back to his senses, looked at Qingyun Academy's proud face, and Yunshan students' nervous face, and asked blankly, "Excuse me, did you talk just now? I was distracted."

puff~
Internally injured, internally injured, everyone vomited blood and injured, Nima, we are worried about you.

Hao Wenwen vomited more blood, and all the verbal blows he gave were like hitting cotton, which made him suffocate.

Hao Wenwen said angrily: "Let's start soon."

"You draw first, I need to prepare." Wang Pingan said as a matter of course.

"You still have to prepare something? You have to delay again."

"What's the delay? It's good for you. I have ready-made pens, inks, papers and inkstones. What do I have? Just a piece of paper. If you have the ability to use a piece of paper to draw a picture for me, you don't need to write a word for me." Wang Pingan said loudly.

"You, okay, you go get ready, I'll wait for you." Hao Wenwen was also annoyed.

After Wang Pingan snorted through his nostrils, he said to Wang Liang, "Brother Wang, please help me find a knife and some charcoal."

"Okay." I Liang responded and left. The image of Wang Ping'an is very high in Wang Liang's heart now. Not only Wang Liang, but also many students now regard Wang Ping'an as their idol.

Soon, Wang Liang came to the scene with a delicate knife and three sticks of charcoal, handed the things to Wang Pingan, and stepped aside.

Wang Pingan held the knife and said, "It's so delicate, it's even inlaid with gems. Brother Wang, this should be the dagger you carry with you."

"It's for my brother. If you need it safely, just use it." Wang Liang said generously.

"Then thank you, Brother Wang." Wang Ping'an was talking, but his hands kept moving. Soon Wang Ping'an made a few charcoal pencils, which were enough for sketching.

Hao Wenwen saw that Wang Ping'an was busy with this and that, and kept talking, and his mood was very impetuous. He finally saw that Wang Ping'an had finished the work in hand, so he said: "You are finally done, you can start."

Upon hearing this, Wang Pingan said, "I'm done. Do you know what I'm doing? I don't know what I'm doing. It's sad and scary."

Wang Pingan took a moderately sized wooden board as a drawing board, put the drawing paper in the drawing board, and said, "Now that we are done with work, we can start."

Hao Wenwen snorted, picked up the brush in his hand and said, "It's hard work Mr. Li Shan, please don't move, the students will finish this painting as soon as possible."

Wang Pingan picked up the painting comparison and said directly: "Dean Zhao, please don't move, the painting will be finished soon."

Wang Ping'an wanted sketches, while Hao Wenwen painted ink paintings.

Wang Ping'an's sketches are an epoch-making style of painting. No one knows what he is doing, including Li Yi, Zhao Qingyun and Xing Chi. They saw Wang Ping'an's hands were dyed black, and the students of Yunshan Academy behind them began to discuss .

"What is Wang Pingan doing?"

"Look, his hands have turned black, how can he still draw?"

"Yes, you can draw pictures just by relying on carbon. Wang Ping'an is just joking."

"I think Wang Ping'an must not know what painting is, otherwise he wouldn't be like this."

"Yeah, what you said is very likely. How can he say that he is still young, even if he started learning from the womb, it would be too late."

"Yes, there are many geniuses in this world, but I have never heard of all-rounders."

Seeing Wang Pingan's strange behavior, Zhang Ziyu and the others from Qingyun Academy immediately felt relieved, especially Hao Wenwen, seeing Wang Pingan like this, swept away his impetuous mood, and his hands became faster.

Almost everyone thinks that Wang Ping'an doesn't know how to paint, and now he is giving up on himself. Only one person doesn't think so, he is an idiot.

The speed of Hao Wenwen's hands is getting faster and faster, and Li Yi's facial features can already be distinguished, which makes him draw four or five points of temperament.

In the end, Hao Wenwen tapped lightly on the painting with a pen, which became the final finishing touch.

Wang Ping'an ignored the surrounding discussions and devoted himself to the sketch. Soon Zhao Qingyun's facial features appeared piercing and his eyes did not look old at all. In the end, Wang Ping'an lightly stroked it, which was also the final finishing touch. .

"I'm done." The two said loudly at the same time.

The two said "hmm" at the same time and looked at each other.

"Oh, this old man, I haven't been drawn for a long time. If I don't move for a while, my hands and feet are numb." Zhao Qingyun said.

"Mr. Zhao is old at heart." Li Yi said, he stood up and moved his hands and feet, twisted his waist, and sat for half an hour, can he not be tired?

"The two benefactors have worked hard, let's go and see the paintings they drew for you." Xing Chi said.

As soon as they heard that they wanted to see their own portraits, the two ran to get their own paintings at the same time.

Li Yi took Hao Wenwen's painting of his appearance, nodded and said, "Not bad, not bad, it looks like an old man."

As we all know, most of the ancient ink paintings are mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, because mountains, rivers and lakes express the broad-mindedness and artistic conception of the world, or express the vastness of mountains and rivers or the turbulence of the sea.

Compared with figure ink paintings, the number is very small.

That is, ink painting still has many shortcomings in the painting of figures.If the characters being painted have no special temperament, then the painting itself will also be affected.

However, Hao Wenwen was able to draw a little bit of Li Yi's demeanor, which is already considered rare, and it is only a matter of time before he enters the master level.

When Li Yi nodded his head in satisfaction, Zhao Qingyun also picked up the painting that Wang Pingan made for himself.

Zhao Qingyun was amazed by Wang Ping'an's painting. The appearance on the painting was exactly the same as his own, and he thought to himself: "How can there be such a perfect painting in this world? There are a few wrinkles around the corners of the eyes, which can be seen clearly." He is even more amazed by Wang Pingan's novel style of painting.

Wang Pingan looked at Zhao Qingyun's expression with satisfaction. This is what he wanted. He knew that his painting level was at the level of high school students. If it was ink painting, you would not even be at the level of kindergarten.

It was Zhao Qingyun's first contact with realistic sketching, so he was particularly amazed at this kind of realistic style.

"I said Mr. Zhao, shouldn't we exchange and take a look at each other?" Li Yi looked at Zhao Qingyun with a strange expression, wondering whether Wang Ping'an's paintings for him were good or not, which made him feel itchy and could not bear it. Can't stop asking.

"Well, this old man wants to keep this painting, can you?" Zhao Qingyun cheekily asked Wang Pingan for it.

What's the situation, Zhao Qingyun asked Wang Pingan for a painting, what kind of style did he play, Li Yi didn't understand, Qingyun's students didn't understand, even if he was an idiot, he didn't understand.

But Wang Pingan understood, so he said generously: "Of course, I can draw another one if necessary."

"Then thank you, little friend. Here, be careful, don't damage it." Zhao Qingyun got Wang Ping'an's approval, so he carefully handed over the painting to Li Yi.

After Li Yi got the painting, Xingchi also came over. The two of them looked at the painting together.

After they took a look at the painting, they looked up at Zhao Qingyun, then at Zhao Qingyun, then looked down at the painting, muttering to themselves, "The same, the same, exactly the same." It seemed that they had got a demonic disease.

"Okay, I've seen enough, you can return the painting to me." Zhao Qingyun said impatiently.

"Dean Zhao, since the two paintings have already been drawn, can we let everyone appreciate them? Don't just look at you." Someone from Qingyun student said, ink painting, they know, but Wang Pingan's painting, he If he didn't see it with his own eyes, he couldn't agree with it.

"That's right, please let the head of the mountain show the painting for us to appreciate."

"Please let the mountain grow up to perfection."

Everyone started clamoring again, one sentence at a time.

Li Yi and Xing Chi heard the student's request, came back to their senses, looked at each other and smiled.

Xingchi clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, the poor monk has a picture."

Li Yi turned the painting around to face everyone, and said, "At your request, I will show the painting for you to appreciate."

hiss~
All the students gasped, and there was only one question in their minds, and that was: Impossible, how is it possible, what the hell.

That is to say, no one has ever seen a realistic sketch. If modern people can see that painting, it will be good. (unfinished...)
(End of this chapter)