Lustful Auntie

Today I'm here to sell paintings. No one would have thought that someone would come to ink on the spot, so the association really didn't prepare these paper and pens. Tablet e-book

When they saw the president, they were really serious. They all stretched their necks one by one, waiting to see Ye Fan's joke.

To say that Ma Xiaobei is the most suffering on the field at the moment. He is neither walking nor not walking. Thinking of the ugly for a while, he wants to find a ground to drill down.

Soon someone prepared the four treasures of study. In fact, they are nothing more than brush, ink, rice paper and inkstone. These are necessary things for readers in ancient times. Few people still use them now.

A half filial piety is holding a super large pen holder in his hand. There are all kinds of brushes in the pen holder, and the rice paper has been paved on the table, and the ink has been polished by Ye Fan. Only Ye Fan needs to choose the pen, and the people will see how he makes a fool of himself.

"Can he use a brush?" suddenly someone couldn't help asking. The brush for painting is very different from that for calligraphy. It's many times larger than that. It's impossible to drive such a large brush without a certain book background.

Ye fanhun doesn't care. He chooses the largest brush in the brush direction. The brush holder is as thick as an arm. Ye fanhun weighs the brush in his hand and feels that the weight is just right.

In fact, this brush is similar to the weapons in the cold weapon era. How strong a person is, he will make much weapons, and the brush is actually the same truth.

Generally speaking, paintings made with the largest brush are more domineering and have a natural feeling. However, it is very exquisite about a person's brush power. If he doesn't have certain painting skills, he can't use this large brush at all.

If we say that "one inch is short and one inch is dangerous" on weapons, then "one inch is big and one inch is difficult" on brushes.

When ye fan picked up the largest brush, the layman didn't feel anything. The knowledgeable people scoffed at him. Mo Lao also snorted to Ye Fan. It seems that this boy is just a dozen fat people.

Ma Xiaobei is even more ashamed. He is thinking about whether he should pretend not to know ye fan for a while?

Ye Fan grabbed the pen in his hand, and his heart immediately entered a state of selflessness. He deeply printed the "horse riding painting" in his mind. After taking a deep breath, the large brush walked around in his hand. Then, Ye Fan suddenly inserted his pen head into the inkstone, turned the pen body rudely, and then lifted it up, and a sharpened pen head jumped into the inkstone!

Seeing this scene, Mo Lao's eyes were cold, and Ye Fan's ink splashing action was very domineering!

As we all know, the amount of cassock in painting directly determines the color and luster of the painting. Therefore, most people are careful to dip ink. They are afraid that if they are not careful, they will let the brush dip too much ink. In this way, they will not be able to draw.

Ye Fan is good. He completely goes against ordinary people. His actions are open and close. He is very overbearing, but there is not a drop of ink and wine. This can only show that he has painted countless times!

Does this boy really have two real Kung Fu? Mo Lao looks at Ye Fan with more and more dignified eyes.

Everyone was stunned by Ye Fan's exposed hand. Before he had time to cheer, he saw that ye fan had swam the large brush on the rice paper and waved his eyes like a dragon and a Phoenix. Without looking at the original painting for a minute, he moved like a cloud and water at one go!

Until ye fan finished writing, the people were still in their dreams. They were deeply shocked. They only thought of the scene when Zhou Xingxing painted chicken wings in Tang Bohu's point of autumn fragrance. They really didn't expect that the camera in the film was shown in front of them today. How can they not be shocked?

"Brother, this... This is what you drew?" Ma Xiaobei almost dropped his chin and said to Ye Fan who had to blow dry the painting.

"Did you draw it?" Ye Fan said angrily.

At this time, the female guest also asked Ye Fan blankly, "but... How so fast?" Ye Fan spent two minutes from beginning to ending. She had never heard of such a painting speed.

"It's slow this time. When I used to like painting this, this simple pattern can be made in 30 seconds."

"But..."

"Don't be, now you can." Fufan gave the dried painting to the female guest.

The as like as two peas in the female hands, the little hand trembled, and after the painting was put together with the original one, the scene of the public falling down completely appeared. Two almost identical paintings appeared before everyone.

Oh, my God! Is this an artificial painting? Why are the two paintings so similar? If the piece of paper that ye fan painted was not new, they really couldn't tell which one was the original painting!

Whether they are knowledgeable or not, when they see that Ye Fan's painting is exactly the same as the original painting, they can't help but take a breath. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't believe that there are such talents who can paint in the world!

Such a technique, such a painting speed, even a world-class painting master, is that all?

"I don't know your third problem. I can pass?" Ye Fan asked the female guest with a smile.

The female guest seemed to have recovered from her amazement and looked at Mo Lao for help, but Mo Lao nodded helplessly to her.

Others can't see anything, but Mo Lao looks very carefully. The painting made by Fan Ye is domineering and delicate. There are even many places that are not reflected in the original, which is a bit more charming than the original!

Isn't such a painting genius the most lacking in our association? Mo Lao looked at Ye Fan with burning eyes and secretly thought: no matter what price you pay today, you must keep this Fan Ye!

After seeing Mo Lao nodding, the female guest was a little flustered in her eyes. She really didn't expect that someone could answer these three problems.

However, she nodded at Ye Fan, indicating that she was willing to admit defeat.

Ye Fan smiled and stretched out his hand. At this moment, he felt thousands of pairs of eyes like knives shooting at him, and watched his every move,

When ye fan saw the absolute decision in the eyes of the female guest, he looked like he had given up his appointment. Ye Fan thought, am I so hateful?

When his hand was about to reach the female guest's face, the men around suddenly burst into a deep roar. Ye Fan heard them call the names of the goddess in their hearts.

Even Ma Xiaobei is crazy shouting Mo Ziyan. A pair of cockfighting eyes look at Ye Fanshi at the moment.