Seeing Ye Qingyang standing up, everyone was stunned.
Even Ji Wen did not expect that Ye Qingyang would take the initiative to challenge at this time.
"Brother Qingyang, what are you doing?" Ji Wen's beautiful eyes were filled with surprise and uncertainty.
"Oh, let's compete. Since foreign friends have invited us, we can't refuse to accept the challenge!" Ye Qingyang said carelessly.
When everyone took a look, they saw that this guy was still wearing loose pajamas and his disheveled hair looked like he hadn't woken up yet.
Suddenly, I felt quite disappointed.
I'm afraid he's not an inexperienced sand painting enthusiast, right?
The other party is at the master level. Are you going to challenge me? Don’t you think it’s embarrassing enough?
Okamoto Kumamaru burst out laughing when he saw this scene.
"good very good!"
He just saw Ji Wen looking in the direction of Ye Qingyang, and he felt quite unhappy, and he was also full of hostility towards Ye Qingyang.
Unexpectedly, this kid actually came to my door to paint sand pictures with me.
Haha, you are welcome to humiliate yourself!
If you use your clumsiness to set off my grace, I don't believe that Miss Ji will still have a soft spot for you!
Okamoto Kumumaru smiled and said: "Since you want to compete with me, then please do it!"
Ye Qingyang came to the sand table, straightened his sleeves, and started painting without any awkwardness.
His movements looked clumsy, not like someone who could draw with sand at all.
Everyone was speechless for a moment.
Just look at it and you'll know he's a fool.
Ji Wen also shook her head and sighed. Just now she had expectations, but now that she thinks about it, her own thoughts are really ridiculous.
"Brother Qingyang, this is enough!"
Ji Wen said.
She just didn't want Ye Qingyang to be too embarrassed.
"Okay, I will try to only use half of my abilities!" Ye Qingyang said.
"What?"
Everyone almost burst into laughter.
Sir, we have already been embarrassed today, please stop making fun of us.
However, the next second, the sand drawing pattern on Ye Qingyang's hand changed clearly.
This is a lush mountain forest.
It seems to be in the depths of a primeval forest, with bamboo groves and winding paths leading to secluded areas. A winding path leads upwards, and at the end is an antique Taoist temple.
Everyone was immediately attracted by this picture.
They were surprised to find that the painting was so delicate that every bamboo leaf seemed to be clearly visible.
"Fuck!"
"Are you so naughty?"
Everyone was immediately amazed and put away their previous contempt for Ye Qingyang.
Ji Wen and Okamoto Kumamaru on the side also looked at this scene in surprise.
No wonder Ye Qingyang's movements just now seemed clumsy. It turned out that he was deliberately carving out details, which made it look slow.
Of course, what they don't know is that their interpretation is completely wrong.
Ye Qingyang didn't need to put much effort into painting the details. He moved slowly and was just warming up.
I haven’t drawn in a long time, so I need to warm up my hands at the beginning.
Next, Ye Qingyang began to enter the state.
I saw the sand paintings changing rapidly, including the magnificent Cangshan Mountains with a sea of clouds, the quiet gurgling water, the thrilling waterfalls at the bottom of the valley, and the predatory mountain beasts.
This is a scene that everyone expects but cannot imagine.
Everyone was looking at the sand paintings on the projection attentively. No one was talking about anything. They all had expressions of surprise and yearning on their faces.
Even the performers from the island countries were talking in amazement.
It was as if they had never seen such a magnificent scenery in their own country.
Next, Ye Qingyang's paintings began to become more and more urban.
At this time, everyone realized that Ye Qingyang's set of sand paintings was about a man who lived in seclusion in the mountains and what he saw and heard when he came down the mountain.
I have to say, this sense of déjà vu from the first perspective is really great.
Everyone seems to be the protagonist, enjoying the majestic scenery along the way.
"This kid turns out to be really good at sand painting!"
“Not only can it be done, but it’s also very powerful!”
"I think the skills are as good as Okamoto Kumamaru's!"
...
The audience in Qingzhou started talking excitedly, and they seemed to feel a glimmer of hope.
Okamoto Kumamaru's expression began to become serious.
At this time, Ye Qingyang's scroll finally entered the metropolis.
At this stage, his sand painting expression is very similar to Okamoto Kumamaru.
Tall buildings stand tall and traffic is busy.
The picture changed several times, and finally it came to the final painting. Everyone held their breath and stared at the big screen intently.
The last painting is the essence and the key to victory or defeat.
Ye Qingyang's fingers were like ink, and as he waved it around, a magnificent building came into view.
It’s actually Qingzhou Art Museum!
"Hey, can you come up with something new?!"
"Although the painting is very good, it is a bit old-fashioned! It was painted by Okamoto just now!"
"Although he is not far behind in comparison with Okamoto, Okamoto's preconceptions make this guy's last painting look particularly ordinary!"
...
Everyone was talking a lot.
Although, they all hope that Ye Qingyang can defeat Okamoto and regain face.
Only when I had high hopes did I feel very disappointed with Ye Qingyang's last painting.
Ji Wen also shook her head secretly.
The entire process is not inferior to Okamoto's, and is even more artistic than Okamoto's paintings.
However, this last one is really a failure!
Okamoto was also surprised before. Now he recovered and said with a confident smile: "Qingzhou is really full of talents and the paintings are very good. However, the finishing painting is the essence of a painting. It has to withstand
It’s a matter of careful consideration, but it’s obvious that this gentleman’s final painting has nothing new!”
Ye Qingyang said: "What do you know? I haven't finished the painting yet!"
As he spoke, he used the last handful of sand to make a sun in the sky, and then sprinkled some fine sand to make it feel like the sun was in the misty clouds.
The whole scene feels extremely real, as if it were the gray weather today.
This casual move added a lot of color to the painting, and everyone admired it.
"Temporarily, freestyle, it's amazing!"
Sand painting performers basically design their performances in advance and practice them many times.
It's rare for people like Ye Qingyang to be able to express themselves freely on a temporary basis.
In particular, this painting looks lifelike, which makes Ye Qingyang's skills even more superb.
"This guy is definitely a master!"
"He is not beneath Okamoto!"
"We are full of talents in Qingzhou. Look, there are people who will stand up and set an example for us!"
Audiences in Qingzhou finally found some solace because of Ye Qingyang's exquisite paintings.
However, Okamoto squinted his eyes and smiled and said: "What's the difference between the temporary performance and my painting? It's just an extra thin cloud. The whole painting is still a copy of my painting, so this is a very beautiful painting."
It’s just an ordinary copy!”
What he said makes sense, it's just an extra touch, nothing special.
However, Ye Qingyang said with a smile: "You think my painting is ordinary, don't you? It's so good, please enlarge it ten times to view it!"