In front of the main hall, Xiyinting couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth slightly when he heard Su Pingan's words. Then he looked at Su Pingan coldly and said, "Okay, then I'll wait for you to defeat me. Put the case..."
Following Xiyinting's order, students quickly placed two painting tables and paints in front of Xiyinting and Su Ping'an one by one in front of the hall.
The battle had begun, and the atmosphere immediately became tense.
"It's really about to begin!"
"What's the first match?"
"Looking at the posture, it might be a quick drawing!"
The people around were talking a lot, all focusing on the two people in front of the hall.
Then a Wen Gong student came forward and announced the rules, "The first session is quick painting. The time is one stick of incense, the title of the painting is fair, and we draw lots to choose!"
Speed painting not only pays attention to timing, but also to subject matter.
Some people are good at portraits, some are good at landscapes, and naturally some are good at birds, fish, insects, and shrimps... If you can choose the category you are good at, you will naturally have an advantage.
However, Xiyinting didn't care when he heard the draw. It seemed that no matter what he painted, the result would be the same. This also reflected his confidence in his own strength and his comprehensive painting skills.
"It would be great if I could draw portraits of people!"
Outside the crowd, Bai Hao was secretly cheering for Su Pingan.
Luo Feng wondered: "Why?"
"Because Ping An's sketching and figure drawings are the best!"
Luo Feng was silent, but it obviously depends on luck.
The students from the Hua Dao Branch quickly drew lots. Several paper balls were written with different themes on them. They then kneaded them into balls in public, shook them up and down in the palm of their hands to disrupt the order, and then let the two people draw lots.
Su Pingan and Xiyinting then drew lots together and waited for the note to be opened to take a look.
Xiyin Pavilion - Figure Painting.
Su Ping'an - Architectural Painting.
"Great, what Su Sheng Xiaomeng drew is an architectural painting!"
"Hahaha... Buildings are not easy to draw. They are time-consuming and labor-intensive. We will definitely win this time!"
"It seems that even God can't stand this guy. All this is God's will!"
As soon as they saw the results of the draw between the two, the surrounding students began to cheer, as if they had already won.
When Liu Qingxi, Tao Waner and others saw this result, their faces darkened, "This is not good!"
In the field, Xiyinting saw Su Pingan's lottery results and said generously: "How about... you can change it. If you are painting architectural paintings, you may not be able to finish them in one stick of incense."
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However, Su Ping'an raised the corner of his mouth and said, "No need, I can beat you just like I paint architectural paintings!"
These words made Xiyinting's mouth twitch again.
At this moment, even he wanted to hit someone!
Then Xiyinting stopped talking. He stood attentively in front of his drawing board, then closed his eyes. It seemed that he had already begun to conceive of the character he wanted to draw in his mind.
At this time, a Wen Gong student had already lit an incense stick.
The smoke curled up, and a faint scent of burning immediately filled the scene, which was quite pleasant.
The moment the incense was lit, Xiyinting seemed to have a goal, and immediately picked up the pen and began to put ink on the drawing board.
I saw that he was writing quickly. The ink on the brush fell quickly and steadily. In just a few strokes, the slender and graceful outline of a woman appeared on the paper.
The people around him couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise when they saw how quickly he struck.
"As expected of Senior Brother Xi, he moved too fast!"
"Yeah, I originally wanted to compete with them from the side, but looking at the speed, I'd better forget it!"
"Hey, why don't you start writing about Su Sheng's little dream?"
At the scene, someone soon noticed something strange about Su Pingan.
After the incense was lit, Su Pingan did not start writing immediately. He stared at the drawing board in front of him and fell into deep contemplation, as if he had not yet decided what to draw.
Among the surrounding crowd, there were students from the Painting Branch as the incense was lit, and they seemed to have the intention of competing with Su Pingan, and they also quickly started painting on the spot.
One person was followed by a second one, and in the blink of an eye dozens more people appeared in front of the hall, all painting.
Although this competition was proposed by Xi Yinting to compete with Su Pingan, they thought that if they could draw a painting better than Su Pingan at the same time, this also proved from the side that in painting,
Xiyinting is not the only one in the branch who can win against Su Pingan.
This is also the pride of the students of Hua Dao Branch.
Seeing this scene, Liu Qingxi couldn't help but secretly worry about Su Ping'an, "Why doesn't he take action yet? Has he really not thought about what to draw?!"
But think about it, if you want to draw a good architectural painting, you must first have a familiar building in your mind, but in the Wen Palace, where can you find a building that Su Pingan is familiar with.
Just when Liu Qingxi was worried about Su Pingan, Su Pingan in front of the drawing board finally made a move. Then he reached into his arms and took out a strange pen holder that was similar to a brush but without a tip.
Come on, at first glance I thought they were chopsticks.
"What is this?" Tao Waner looked curious.
Liu Qingxi's eyes lit up, "This is called a 'pencil'. He made it by himself because he was not used to using brushes for painting."
"Pencil? Can this also be used for drawing?"
"certainly!"
Then under the astonished gazes of countless people, Su Ping'an began to quickly trace on the drawing board with the pencil he made.
Others use brushes to draw, and they carefully outline the lines with the brush, for fear that the ink will accidentally spill out and ruin the entire painting. However, Su Pingan's pencil obviously does not have this worry, so he writes faster than the silver washer.
Tingdu almost made a three-pointer.
Someone came behind Su Pingan and saw that the pencil in his hand had first sketched many slight lines on the drawing board. At first glance, those lines were simply messy and nothing could be seen, but as the lines on it became more and more
The more you read, the more you can gradually see the general framework of a house, as if you have drawn the beams, pillars and other objects first, and then painted them with a fine brush.
As he painted, some of the brick and tile details of the house gradually began to appear on the drawing board.
At first glance, the picture was not vivid, but it was very real. Even the dark brown moss on some bricks and the small flaws and damage on the windows were all traced out one by one by Su Pingan with a pencil.
Liu Qingxi saw that he was painting so seriously, and then she came behind Su Pingan and looked at the drawing board. Then she immediately covered her mouth and whispered: "Isn't this the Qingfeng Restaurant?!"
