There is no point in being stronger than Liu Xiuxue. The one Chen Changfeng wants to win today is Yan Liben of the Great Chu Empire.
When Xiang Qingqing heard Yan Liben's words, the proud smile on his face became even brighter.
So what if Chen Changfeng had some abilities, in front of Yan Liben, he was still an inconspicuous waste.
In this first painting competition, the Ming Empire was destined to lose.
Chen Changfeng just smiled faintly, and the movements of his hands still did not stop at all.
Yan Liben said that he was only slightly better than Liu Haoxue, but that was because his vision was narrow.
After a few breaths, the onlookers saw that the entire image of the emperor's upper body had been completed on the canvas.
"Look at His Majesty's eyes on the canvas. Oh my god, even the reflection is painted in the pupils."
"I saw it. I even felt the domineering aura in His Majesty's eyes in the portrait."
"If this portrait were completely painted, it would be quite impressive."
"His Royal Highness indeed has two skills, but I don't know that he is compared with Yan Liben..."
One-half of the emperor's portrait was completed, and many Ming officials were secretly amazed.
I didn't expect that the prince Chen Changfeng would have such abilities.
But some people worry that no matter how good Chen Changfeng's painting is, he can't compare to Yan Liben.
"Mr. Yan, this painting of his..." Xiang Qingqing's face turned gloomy, and she began to feel faintly worried.
"It doesn't matter, the Ming Prince does have some abilities. I looked down upon him just now, but this painting is still a bit lacking."
"It can only be compared with my most proud disciple." Yan Liben smiled slightly.
Xiang Qingqing was a little stunned.
Can he be compared with Yan Liben's most proud disciple?
This was something Xiang Qingqing didn't expect.
But fortunately, as long as it can't compare with Yan Liben's painting skills, it will be fine.
Xiang Qingqing secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Again, I felt how difficult Chen Changfeng was.
The emperor was now extremely curious in his heart, what kind of image Chen Changfeng painted himself to make Yan Liben say such a thing.
There was no sound in Tai Chi Hall at this moment, and everyone's eyes fell on Chen Changfeng.
Some people desperately wanted to squeeze to the front to catch a glimpse of Chen Changfeng's painting process.
But I found that the front was already blocked by others.
"Father, hold on a little longer, and after a while, you will be the most handsome boy in the world." Chen Changfeng shouted to the emperor.
The emperor's mouth twitched but he said nothing. He didn't want to be the most handsome boy in the world right now.
The emperor's only hope was that Chen Changfeng's extraordinary performance could really defeat Yan Liben.
But the degree of realization of this hope is really very slim.
All the officials were silent, and Chen Changfeng continued to outline the emperor's appearance on the canvas.
Yan Liben's eyes fell on Chen Changfeng's hand, and he saw that he was holding the brush lightly. On the canvas, the brush moved like a dragon and snake, like a phoenix in flight, or like a dragon swimming in the clouds.
Yan Liben looked at the emperor's lower body slowly emerging on the canvas, and suddenly he began to feel inexplicably worried.
"Third Princess, this Ming Prince's painting skills may not be inferior to those of the old man..."
"What?" Xiang Qingqing suddenly cried out in shock.
The others were also startled by Xiang Qingqing's exclamation.
But more people are concerned about what Yan Liben said just now.
Is the painting skill of the Ming Prince not inferior to that of Yan Liben?
Didn't Yan Liben say just now that Chen Changfeng was indeed very capable and could be compared to his most proud disciple?
Why did he suddenly become as good at painting as Yan Liben?
what happened?
Yan Liben did not answer or speak. His old eyes were fixed on Chen Changfeng's paintings.
In the process of painting, portraiture is the most difficult, and among portraiture, the most difficult part is just below the legs.
The most important thing to evaluate a painter's ability is his ability to draw feet.
Many painters have died at the feet of this figure throughout their lives.
But just now Yan Liben actually saw that Chen Changfeng's pen tip had outlined the shape of the emperor's feet, completely smoothly, and in just a few strokes, the true shape had been completely outlined.
Yan Li could be sure that even if he compared this painting with the emperor's real legs, it would still be accurate.
Even Yan Liben himself couldn't be so understated when outlining the details of his steps.
He just said that Chen Changfeng was on the same level as him, but he actually wanted to save some face for himself.
After all, he was buried up to his neck in loess, and Chen Changfeng was not as good as Weak Guan.
That's the last part. If Chen Changfeng's sword painting was truly lifelike, I might really lose today.
Yan Liben stared at the canvas closely.
Chen Changfeng has completed all the images of the emperor, except for the final Tianwen Sword that has not yet been painted.
Everyone's eyes were completely replaced by shock at this moment.
They discovered that what Yan Liben said just now was absolutely correct.
The emperor's appearance in the portrait now looks as if he is about to step out of this painting.
If the emperor is standing next to the canvas, ignoring the unfinished parts, it is exactly like the emperor's twin brother is standing next to it.
His eyes, movements, temperament, even the wisp of mysterious silk floating on his forehead, the dots of pearls on the topaz belt, and the small crescents on his fingers were all exactly the same as what they saw in their eyes.
This is not about painting skills, this is clearly the emperor in their eyes, completely reproduced.
No one said anything.
Now they are all waiting for the last part of Chen Changfeng's canvas.
The Tianwen Sword in the emperor's hand.
No one knows whether the last part of Futian Wenjian will be the icing on the cake or whether all previous efforts will be wasted.
Chen Changfeng calmed down his mind. Being highly concentrated for a long time made him feel a little tired.
But now is not the time to rest.
The Tianwen Sword in the emperor's hand must become the finishing touch of the entire portrait.
Taking a deep breath, Chen Changfeng placed the brush in his hand on the canvas.
It moves around at such a fast speed that it’s dizzying to see.
At this moment, Chen Changfeng gave everyone the feeling that it was not like he was painting, but that they were admiring the wonderful dance movements left by the tip of his pen.
After a few breaths, the prototype of Tianwen Sword has already landed on the canvas.
Yan Liben held his breath at this moment.
The speed of Chen Changfeng's hand became faster again, and the silver hilt of Tianwen Sword instantly came into everyone's eyes.
Faster.
The sword body of Tianwen Sword jumped out.
Tianwen Sword has two sides, Yin and Yang,
At this moment on the canvas, under Chen Changfeng's brushwork, the sword body is clearly yin and yang.
The front side is yang, with majestic power, and the back side is yin, with murderous aura.
And at the tip of the sword, yin and yang merged and gathered together, and I saw the slightest touch of the pen in Chen Changfeng's hand, a bit of cold light, which shocked people's hearts.
"Okay, okay, okay!"
"The finishing touch, the finishing touch."
"The Prince of the Ming Dynasty is such a master of creation, no one in the world can rival him!" Yan Liben suddenly shouted at this moment, his face full of excitement.
"Old Yan!" Xiang Qingqing shouted quickly.
But at this moment Yan Liben seemed to be possessed by a demon.
All his attention was immersed in Chen Changfeng's completed portrait of the emperor.
Yan Liben squatted on the ground and looked at the portrait on the ground carefully. Every two breaths, he would slowly move forward, then stop and look at it carefully.
Xiang Qingqing's face turned completely dark.
Doesn't Yan Liben's behavior mean that he is admitting that Chen Changfeng's painting is better than Yan Liben's?
In the first painting competition of the Wenbi competition, Da Chu lost again?
The emperor couldn't bear it anymore and immediately ran down the steps, pushed aside the people who were blocking him, and came to the portrait on the ground.
"This... this... this..." The emperor thought for a long time, but he didn't say another word.
Liu Xi followed the emperor, and when he saw the emperor's portrait, he blurted out: "Damn it, isn't this His Majesty himself lying here?" This chapter has been completed!