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Chapter 810 Xiaoxiu Sketch

There were people coming and going in the painting fair, and there was a lot of noise.

Su Ping'an brought Wang Shaotong, Xiao Fuzi, Wen Liang and others to the venue, and then took out a desk filled with various brushes, paints, inks, rice paper and even a jar with a large mouth.

After everything was ready, he was ready to start.

Wen Liang saw Su Ping'an's posture and looked around again. There was no list in front of him. He couldn't help but asked strangely: "Old Su, what are you painting here? Painting people? Painting objects?

?Or painting a scene? You have to pick a list to paint."

Su Ping'an had already taken out his homemade charcoal. After cutting it and using it, he laughed and said, "It doesn't matter. We'll see what I think of later, what I draw, and which painting list it can be put on. Then

Just compete for whichever painting list you want, don’t stick to one format. Today’s painting, what we pay attention to is a random one.”

After saying that, Su Pingan immediately began to draw on the drawing paper with the charcoal pen in his hand. The pen moved according to his heart. At this moment, Liu Qingxi's figure could not help but appear in his mind. He raised the corners of his mouth and smiled at the corners of his eyes.

, and then unconsciously painted Liu Qingxi's voice and smile on the paper.

The painting table set up by Su Ping'an was on an avenue at the painting fair venue. There were many people walking around. When they saw someone painting here and using strange things, some people couldn't help but stop and watch.

I learned about Su Ping'an's paintings, and the more I looked at them, the more novel they became.

"Look, isn't this Chief Su Ping'an? He can actually draw?"

"Hey, this Su Kuaishou's brush is so special. I've never seen it before."

"He seems to be painting a woman, but this technique is completely unheard of."

Gradually, more and more people were watching around, gradually starting to block a road. In the end, everyone in the venue got the news, and it suddenly became more lively.

"Have you heard that Su Ping'an, the former leader of Daxuan Chess, is also painting in the painting field, and now everyone has gone to watch it."

"What's so interesting about a chess master's painting? Is he so excited?"

"You don't know, Su Kuishou's painting technique is very special, and the effect of the painting is very good, just like a real person. Now almost everyone in the audience has gathered around."

"What?"

The news was like a whirlwind, spreading throughout the venue in the blink of an eye, making the crowded streets more and more crowded, and even finally alerted the management staff of the venue.

There was a responsible team leader standing outside the crowd. Looking at Su Ping'an who was still painting, he couldn't help but frown and said: "In the painting competition, except for speed drawing, everything else has to be anonymous, but now this guy is painting in public.

What’s the difference between this and not being anonymous?”

The people around me said: "Then captain, what should we do now?"

Just when the team in charge of the venue couldn't make up their mind for a moment, an old man with gray beard and hair came over. The latter smoothed his long beard and looked through the crowd to see Su Ping'an inside. His face was filled with confusion.

He showed an interesting smile, and then said: "Simple, since this guy has already painted in public, let him paint directly, but then other Three Kingdoms painting cultivators will also need to make the whole process public, and then their paintings will be

list, if they can surpass the current paintings on the painting list, then use a telescope to compare them. If they can't even surpass the paintings on the list, it only means that they are just a bunch of losers!

"

Seeing the old man coming forward, the faces of the team immediately changed, and then they all hurriedly bowed and saluted: "Mr. Weng, the rules of the venue have suddenly changed, are they..."

If Su Pingan saw this scene now, he would definitely be shocked, because this old man was the same old man he compared his middle fingers to when he signed up for the painting competition.

And now people in these venues actually call each other 'Old Marquis'. This is a title that cannot be obtained by anyone who is not a literary cultivator at the level of King Wen.

And this old man is not a mortal, he is a legendary figure from the Great Zhan Kingdom. He has been waiting for a minute in Zhenhai. Even though he is only in his fifties or sixties now, his actual age is nearly two hundred years old. His own cultivation level

He is a well-known strong man in Da Zhan who has reached the sixth realm of King Wen, comparable to the status of Zi Yihou in Da Xuan.

Weng Yizhong knew what the people in the team were worried about, so before the team leader finished speaking, he waved his hand and said: "It doesn't matter, rules are dead, people are alive. Besides, now Daxuan is already here

It’s so eye-catching, even if we don’t change the rules, it won’t work, otherwise it will be unfair to other literary cultivators. You go ahead, just do what I say, and inform them that none of the four countries have taken action today.

The whole process of repairing and painting must be made public. As long as they have real ability, I will give them fairness."

"yes!"

After hearing these instructions, the team immediately divided into two groups. One group was responsible for maintaining order on Su Ping'an's side to avoid chaos, while the other group began to go to the four-nation mission to convey the new rules.

Upon receiving this rule, the four countries responded differently.

"What, the whole competition is going to be open to the public, why did the rules suddenly change?"

"It is said that it is because Su Ping'an from Daxuan Kingdom is currently painting in public at the Painting Dao Conference, so it is no longer useful to obscure his name."

"This guy is causing trouble again, but he's not the leader of chess, so why is he getting involved in the painting thing again?"

"Come on, let's go take a look too."

So in an instant, all the participating writers from four countries crowded over to watch Su Pingan paint.

There were crowds of people and loud noises all around, but this did not disturb Su Ping'an from painting.

Su Ping'an was fully focused at this time, immersed in the painting in front of him, and Liu Qingxi's figure was all in his mind.

Some people have different habits in sketching. Some people like to draw an outline first and then slowly fill in the details. Some people like to start from top to bottom, or from left to right. Some people like to start from a certain part.

However, the habits are different.

But as long as the strength is in place, the final result of the painting will not disappoint. Sometimes when you look at the portrait, you will feel like it is a photo, which is stunning.

Moreover, sketching has another characteristic, that is, it is fast.

It didn't take long for Su Pingan to stop writing, and Xiao Fuzi's exclamation could be heard next to him, "Wow, isn't this the eldest lady? She looks exactly like a real person!"

Attracted by the exclamations, Wen Liang, Feng Shaoyang, and Wang Shaotong also turned around and looked at the drawing paper. Then their pupils shrank violently unconsciously.

On the painting paper, I saw Liu Qingxi sitting under a pavilion, stroking the strings of the piano and playing music. Her long hair was floating, and the wind blew past her ears and stirred her hair, making the painting more vivid;

If you look carefully, you can clearly see a warm smile on Liu Qingxi's face. She is sunny, cheerful and touching. Even the smile in her eyes has been outlined by Su Pingan with charcoal. It is simply wonderful.

, lifelike.

When people around saw Su Ping'an's handiwork, some couldn't bear their curiosity and rushed over to take a look at the painting, followed by exclamations of exclamation.

"Wow, this painting is so realistic, as if a real person is standing in front of you."

"The brushwork of this painting is so amazing. It's not ink, right?"

"What kind of painting method is this? It's really unheard of!"

"Isn't this guy named Su the leader of chess? How can he be so good at painting? Does he want to snatch the leader of painting?!"

Everyone around was shocked by Su Pingan's hand.


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