Fang Yu was not affected by the outside world and concentrated on painting his paintings. Bainian and others came to Fang Yu and did not make a sound, but just watched quietly.
Others also noticed what was going on here and turned their gazes over. Suddenly, they discovered that Lin Ruoshuang was still here and had not left, and her eyes were still fixed on Fang Yu's scroll.
"Who is he?"
"I don't know him, he seems to be a friend of Mr. Bai Mansion."
"What friend? That's Mr. Bai's eldest brother."
"What?! Big brother? You're not joking, he is Mr. Bai's eldest brother?"
"Of course I'm not joking. Many people know about this. Something happened this afternoon. You must not know about it."
"What's going on?"
"Brother, please tell me quickly, don't make everyone excited."
"Brother, let's go drink together later. I'll invite you."
"Oh, how embarrassing. This afternoon Mr. Bai hosted a banquet for his eldest brother, but when he went to Qinguo Inn, he found that the room he booked had been robbed. The person who robbed his room was Yunjie, the eldest son of Prince Ankang.
You should all know that the prince of Ankang County and the young master of Bai Mansion have had a feud since childhood. Now that Mr. Bai's room has been robbed by his enemy, do you think he will make a fuss?
As a result, the quarrel was brought to the attention of the Holy One, who sent people to take them all back to the palace to reprimand them. I didn't know the specific situation, so they went home separately.
Unexpectedly, the two of them bumped into each other again tonight. Is this the legendary saying that enemies never get together?"
"Oh, that's it. But what's the grudge between the two of them? It hasn't been solved yet. Their fathers are both pillars of the Qin State. It wouldn't be good if they turned against each other."
"I don't know about that. Who knows what they think. I'm not saying that they, children from rich families, sometimes develop into life-and-death enemies over trivial matters. Let's just live an honest life. If future generations come up with something,
It is not impossible for one or two geniuses to become a wealthy family." M.caset
"Brother is right. If you become disabled, you cannot let your descendants become disabled too. Today, when I go back, I will teach that bastard of mine a lesson and let him know what a father's love is like a mountain."
"Brother, as a child, you need to educate him more and don't cripple him."
"..."
Just when everyone was waiting impatiently, Fang Yu put down the pen in his hand. Looking at his painting, Fang Yu gently touched the people in the painting.
"Tsk, tsk, Master Bai, can you admit defeat now?" Yun Jie said proudly.
"What's the rush?"
"Oh."
Others also had a blank expression and looked at other works with some disappointment. Many people even started to curse. If the formation hadn't come with its own sound insulation effect, I'm afraid the noise would have been louder.
Lin Ruoshuang glanced around the crowd with disdain and shook her head disdainfully. Arguing with these ignorant people would make her angry to death, so she turned around and continued to admire Fang Yu's paintings.
Fang Yu's paintings were not like traditional paintings, but more like a new way of painting, which made Lin Ruoshuang's heart tremble slightly. Lin Ruoshuang knew very well what the new school of painting meant.
At this time, Fang Yu's scroll began to tremble slightly, and then, colorful brilliance flew out of the scroll and flew into the sky. Golden lotus flowers appeared in the entire formation, and the lotus covered the entire formation.
After the lotus bloomed, bursts of strange fragrance floated out from the lotus, lingering around everyone. Then, the golden lotus gradually integrated into the bodies of the people around them. Some integrated more, some only one or two, but
Most of them were absorbed by Fang Yu's paintings.
The people who stayed in the formation suddenly had a new understanding of painting. When they looked at Fang Yu's paintings again, they also knew the name of this painting method - sketch. The appearance of sketch means another step.
The birth of this school of painting.
"Sketch, it turns out that he created a genre himself. This painting method is simple and more suitable for people to learn, and it also has some similarities with the painting method I learned." Yun Qing murmured to himself, wishing he could learn more from Fang Yu.
Communicate and communicate.
"My painting skills have improved."
"Me too."
"Me too."
People who were still shocked just now are now wrapped in great joy.
"Thank you, sir."
"Thank you, sir."
I don't know how many people bowed to Fang Yu, because they received Fang Yu's favor, just like the teacher taught them.
"Well, there's no need for this, I didn't do anything." Fang Yu said awkwardly.
"Young master, there is no need to say this. It may not mean anything to you, but for those of us who make a living by painting, your kindness is already as heavy as a mountain." A middle-aged man came out and said.
"Yes, Young Master. If it weren't for you, I might not have any hope of getting rid of this bottleneck that has been stuck for so many years. Your kindness is too great."
"Yes, Young Master. If you start a sect in the future, as long as you say a word, we will definitely come."
"He's right, sir."
Fang Yu really couldn't stand people's enthusiasm and quickly asked them to stop boasting.
Some people outside the formation even regretted grabbing the ground with their heads and slapped themselves hard. Many people were frightened by their actions and stayed away from them.
Some people have popularized it because of the frightened people. What just appeared is the Golden Lotus of Painting, which can help people who practice Painting practice and improve their understanding of Painting.
They would definitely regret it if they abandoned something like this that could change their destiny.
Fang Yu didn't want to continue to receive such attention from people, so he said: "Well, tomorrow I will hold a special lecture to popularize what sketching is. Can you please stop bothering me now?"
"Okay, let's leave now."
The onlookers returned to their seats one after another, but they still glanced at Fang Yu from time to time.
Lin Ruoshuang walked to Fang Yu's scroll and wanted to take it in her hand and take a look.
Lin Ruoshuang took it gently with both hands, but found that the scroll in her hand was as heavy as a thousand catties and could not be lifted at all. Then she performed the exercise again, and her hands became as white as snow, and then she applied force again, but the scroll still did not move.
"Don't waste your efforts. You can't lift this scroll." Yun Qing's voice suddenly sounded, startling Lin Ruoshuang and causing her to subconsciously let go of her hand.
"This scroll has been recognized by the will of heaven and earth. Its owner can only be this young man, and no one else can touch it." Yun Qing explained.
Lin Ruoshuang nodded a little disappointedly, but quickly collected herself.
"Moon Appreciation Poetry Contest, first round, winner, Fang Yu!"