Praises and exclamations could be heard from all directions. Although Lin Xiao's expression was calm, there was still a hint of smugness between his brows. He did not hold back in the slightest and went all out. One must know that the simpler a painting was, the more it tested and reflected a person's painting skills.
Long Yin kept nodding and asked, "Yeh family's Wuchen, what do you think of this painting?"
The scene quietened down and everyone's gazes were focused on him, waiting for him to "concede defeat".
Ye Wuchen calmly glanced at the "Lakeside of Qingshui" and said, "It's not bad … but if Young Master Lin is only at this level, then I don't care to compare myself to it."
As soon as these extremely arrogant words were spoken, everyone present was dumbfounded. Even Long Yin's face showed a rather long time of astonishment. The voices of the crowd once again became chaotic. There were those who ridiculed, those who disdained, and those who sneered, but no one put on a face of anticipation. In their minds, Ye Wuchen's words were undoubtedly arrogant and pretending to be disdainful to protect his face. A person dressed like a scholar even stood up and shouted, "How dare you insult such a stunning work of art, you really shouldn't!!"
Ye Wuchen glanced at that person and said, "If this painting is a so-called stunning work of art in your eyes, then it only means that you've never seen a truly good painting. In my eyes, whether it's the painting skills or the painting, this painting is only worthy of being called a crude work of art! "
These words were undoubtedly much more arrogant than before, and they mercilessly ridiculed Lin Xiao. Lin Xiao's face turned green, but he instantly regained his composure and said indifferently, "My painting naturally can't catch Ye Gongzi's eye, so I hope that Ye Gongzi will not be stingy with your guidance."
"Sure, sure. Since Young Master Lin is so sincere in seeking guidance, then I will give you some guidance."
The muscles on Lin Xiao's face twitched. Everyone's eyes widened, waiting to see how this arrogant Ye Gongzi was going to teach them.
Ye Wuchen walked to the drawing board of Qingshui Lakeside, squinted his eyes and asked, "May I ask if Young Master Lin has ever been to Qingshui Lakeside?"
"Of course I have."
"So this painting is depicting the scenery of Qingshui Lake that season?"
"Autumn."
"Really? Then … what about Qiu Feng?"
"… Autumn Wind?"
Ye Wuchen shook his head in disappointment. "The scenery in your painting is not bad, but the whole painting looks lifeless and dull without any sense of liveliness. The painting is a terrible mess. You must know that the willows by the lake are windless. A lake without wind is stagnant water, and a willow without wind is a dead willow. The most beautiful breeze by the lake is not reflected in this painting at all. Therefore, this can only be a crude work. "
Before Lin Xiao could reply, the scholar from before shouted again, "Easy for you to say! The gentle autumn wind is not visible, and it is even more elusive. How can you paint it? If you have the ability, show us! "
Lin Xiao nodded and smiled. "If that's the case, Ye Gongzi, please show us what the breeze by the lake is."
Ye Wuchen smiled faintly and said, "Watch carefully then!"
Ye Wuchen scooped up his brush and lightly dipped it in ink. He traced the slanted willow branches on the willow tree and randomly decorated it with dancing willow leaves …
"As the saying goes, 'Willow branches in the west, leaves in the east'. This is not a painting of a willow, but a painting style. The wind has no substance, so it is difficult for it to be on paper. This is a painting of a willow. Although the wind itself is not visible, everyone can see it when the wind blows against the willow! "
(Note: This seven-word quatrain comes from Jiang Yan's Yan Chong's Willow Swallow.)
He started to polish it again and the point of the brush also changed. On the surface of the lake, faint ripples appeared and disappeared.
"This is a painting of a wind by water. There is no wind, and there are no ripples. Using the ripples, one can describe the direction and strength of the breeze. Young Master Lin doesn't even know such simple common sense?"
Lin Xiao, "…"
Finally, Ye Wuchen's brush landed on the woman under the tree. The brush swayed lightly and a few strands of hair flew in the air. Then he stopped his brush and turned around.
"Hair and willow are the same, and both can be used to describe the breeze. There are so many things that describe the breeze, but Young Master Lin has painted it in such a lifeless manner. This is really not right. "He shook his head lightly and sighed.
The scene suddenly became completely silent. Because they were so shocked that they couldn't speak. Ye Wuchen's painting speed was so fast that it was not inferior to Lin Xiao's. Moreover, with just a few strokes and a few seconds of sketching, the artistic conception of the painting had undergone a huge change. At this moment, looking at the painting, they actually had the subtle feeling of being there. They were like Buddha seeing willows brushing by the wind, water ripples, and even felt a cool breeze brushing against their faces, bringing with it bursts of coolness.
Shock, they were extremely shocked. Those few strokes had raised a peerless painting in their eyes to a higher level. From this "By Qingshui Lakeside", they began to vaguely realize what the "artistic realm" Ye Wuchen had mentioned was.
The middle-aged scholar stared at the painting for a long time before a look of shame appeared on his face. He cupped his fists and bowed. "I'm ashamed, I'm impressed!"
"Good! Although it's just a few simple strokes, it's a real stroke of genius. I really didn't expect that your attainments in painting had already reached such a level. I'm really relieved! "Long Yin exclaimed excitedly.
It wasn't just the others. Everyone in the Yeh family, except for Ye Shuiyao, Ye Nu, Ye Wei, and Wang Wenshu were all surprised. They didn't expect Ye Wuchen to give them such a big surprise again. Ye Wei whispered to himself, "Could it be that Senior God of Sword is not only skilled in swordsmanship, but also in painting?"
Long Yin continued, "I've decided to keep this' By Qingshui Lakeside ', which was completed by the two of them, as my private collection. Although Lin Xiao couldn't depict the breeze due to his negligence, his painting skills can be said to have reached perfection, and everyone can see it. And Wuchen was able to greatly improve the artistic realm of this painting, which is even more amazing! "
"Your Majesty!" Ye Wuchen turned around and looked at Lin Xiao, who had a complicated expression on his face, and said, "Your Majesty, Wuchen doesn't dare to agree with your words. Although Young Master Lin's painting skills are exquisite, it's still too far away from perfection. "
"This …" Long Yin frowned, and was speechless for a moment.
"May I ask Young Master Lin, what's the pinnacle of painting skills?" Ye Wuchen asked.
"The pinnacle of painting skills is naturally to be able to depict the object in the painting exactly as it is in the real thing, without any difference!" Lin Xiao answered.
"Oh …" Ye Wuchen walked in front of the painting, and after looking at it for a while, he pointed at a green insect on a willow branch, "Then may I ask if Young Master Lin is satisfied with your painting of this little insect?"
Lin Xiao swept his gaze across, and said arrogantly, "Although I'm not talented, I have the right to be arrogant in painting skills. Although this is just a green insect used for decoration, Lin Xiao feels that there's no difference between it and the real thing. "
"Oh, is that so?" Ye Wuchen smiled disapprovingly, and then used his brush to touch some green ink. The tip of the brush moved, and he had already drawn a green insect of the same size on another willow branch. Then, he moved aside with a smile on his face, and didn't say a word.
Because the green insect was newly drawn, the ink on the brush hadn't dried yet, and it reflected the sunlight slightly. From afar, it looked like it was wriggling. Just as everyone was wondering what was going on, the sound of a bird suddenly rang out, followed by the melodious voice of a young girl, "Xiao Qing!"
A green shadow quickly flew over, and flew all the way to the center of the painting. Then, it swooped down from the sky, and its long, sharp beak landed heavily on the "By Qingshui Lakeside" painting.
A soft sound rang out, and the painting shook a few times. The Green Silk Bird, which had used too much force, directly fell to the ground, and struggled to flap its wings. Ye Wuchen picked it up, and secretly infused a bit of Wuchen's power into it, easily repairing the little injury it had just suffered.
A small hole had been pecked out of the "By Qingshui Lakeside" painting, and the location of the hole was exactly where the green insect Ye Wuchen had drawn was. As he stroked the abnormally docile Green Silk Bird in his hand, he said slowly, "If Young Master Lin's painting skills have already reached a level comparable to the real thing, then what about this one of mine?"
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