"It seems that my preparations were not in vain."
Qin Ying said to himself.
Ling Daoxuan's painting skills and the use of colors have reached the level of magic. It is difficult to find a few people in this world who can match him - of course, not including Qin Ying.
He is a variable.
In the era of his previous life, he looked at the world's masterpieces and browsed countless paintings by ancient and modern masters. In terms of knowledge, he is definitely higher than Ling Daoxuan.
Although Ling Daoxuan is old, what he has seen and heard is only one era, while Qin Ying can observe five thousand years in detail.
In the field of painting skills, he has imitated countless works since he was a child. When he was fifteen years old, he could imitate Tang Yin's works so well that they were indistinguishable from the real ones. Since then, he has improved year by year. Qin Ying also has extraordinary confidence in painting that is not inferior to anyone.
At this time.
Ling Daoxuan's magical skill of painting with his eyes blindfolded has already stunned everyone, and all eyes are focused on the drawing paper.
Ling Daoxuan was getting better and better, reaching a strange state, as if he had abandoned all external distractions, and his hand was moving faster and faster.
Time passed little by little, and Qin Ying still did not pick up the brush. Instead, he leaned forward with curiosity to watch Ling Daoxuan paint.
On Ling Daoxuan's drawing paper, a magnificent landscape had already appeared faintly, seemingly a place with excellent scenery, as well as cities and human figures...
It seemed that this was a picture of various scenes.
And the most important thing for this kind of painting is the details.
Seeing that Qin Ying was obsessed with watching the painting saint paint, but he did not move a single stroke, the eyes of the Han emperor on the dragon throne clearly flashed with anxiety.
Could it be that he was shocked by the painting saint's skills?
No wonder, Ling Daoxuan was indeed as
rumored, no, even better than the rumors, with superb painting skills.
Less than one tenth of an hour had passed, and he had already drawn the outline. Looking at his appearance, when he stops writing, he will surely produce a masterpiece that will shock the world.
Facing such a strange man, it is normal to be helpless, right?
As soon as the Han Emperor thought of this, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
"It should take him about twenty minutes to finish the painting."
Qin Ying silently estimated in his heart.
One hour limit is two hours.
For a qualified painter, this is undoubtedly enough.
For the painting saint, it seems redundant.
As Qin Ying expected, when the time came to about twenty-five minutes, Ling Daoxuan stopped writing, he took off the silk band covering his eyes, and a smile slowly rose on his old face as serious as a mountain.
Obviously, he was very satisfied with his painting.
Qin Ying smiled softly... twenty-five minutes.
Five minutes longer than he estimated.
Qin Ying knew that Ling Daoxuan had real skills and was worthy of the title of the Saint of Painting, but he really overestimated him.
"Let me see what Ling Daoxuan painted."
In the Golden Palace, there were waves of suppressed exclamations.
Under the blue sky and white clouds, a magnificent city stood on the earth, and then surrounded by mountains. People on the land were in a hurry, with children chasing and playing, farmers carrying grains on their shoulders, and merchants bargaining. It was a very lively scene of human life.
Each of their faces was filled with different smiles, as if they were glowing with vitality.
In the sky far to the north, there seemed to be wild geese calling.
Occasionally, autumn leaves were seen on the ground, turning yellow and withering.
A picture of human life that can be seen in every street and alley, but the details in it are so perfect, coupled with Ling Daoxuan's previous painting skills that can be called a divine skill, it simply sublimated the whole picture.
"Princess, isn't this the Fengtian City of our Great Wei?"
Behind Wei Zhiyan, a Wei official exclaimed.
"That's right! This is the Fengtian City of our Great Wei, as if it were right in front of us, vivid and alive!" Wei Zhiyan praised loudly, her eyes full of admiration.
Ling Daoxuan had been to Fengtian City in the territory of Wei once, but he didn't expect to paint everything he saw and heard on paper today.
"This painting is impeccable in both technique and detail."
Even Han Dynasty civil officials such as Chen Songtai and Song Henian couldn't help but marvel. Even if the painting saint stood on the opposite side of them, they had to admit that he was unrivaled in the world in terms of painting skills.
"This painting is called "Human World". I have seen and heard everything I have seen and heard in the folk. In this picture, all kinds of human life are shown."
After Ling Daoxuan finished speaking, he put away his pen in a chic manner.
"The painting saint Ling Daoxuan is indeed extraordinary."
The Han emperor couldn't help but praise him at this moment, and his majestic voice was extremely heavy.
"Even the Han Emperor has admitted it himself. It seems that there is no need to say more about the result of the painting contest."
"When the painting saint takes action, it is naturally shocking. Is there any need to compete?"
"The painting saint's magic brush is simply the only one I have ever seen in my life!"
A burst of fervent praise broke out in the Wei State delegation.
Facing the praises from all directions, Ling Daoxuan's face was calm and his heart was calm. He had already been indifferent to these praises in his early years.
There was also a burst of uproar on the Han side, but after all, it was the enemy camp. Even if they wanted to, they could not praise, and could only admire silently in their hearts.
Looking at the one-sided situation, the Han Emperor's face looked a little ugly. He turned his eyes to Qin Ying and asked, "Ying'er, what do you think?"
The scene became quiet and everyone looked at Qin Ying.
Qin Ying glanced at it calmly and said, "It's not bad, but today my Han Dynasty still won."
As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned. He didn't draw a single stroke, but directly announced the victory?
Qin Ying's performance even made the Han Emperor look incredulous. So arrogant?
He couldn't help but think, could it be that my ninth son has gone crazy?
In the Jinluan Palace, laughter broke out.
The ministers of the Wei Kingdom laughed so hard that their stomachs ached.
"I've seen people who are stubborn but not this stubborn. Ninth Prince, you didn't paint a single stroke. What were you thinking?"
"The Ninth Prince is probably still sleepwalking. He won in his dream. Hahahaha..."
Wei Zhiyan looked at him with disdain and laughed, "Qin Ying, you disappoint me so much! You are only good at sensationalism. You will never be able to catch up with the masterpiece of the painting saint. You are just a clown now."
Qin Ying glanced at Wei Zhiyan and said, "Can this level be called a masterpiece? It can only mean that the people of Wei are not only not good at writing, but also have problems with aesthetics."
This statement undoubtedly completely tensed the atmosphere. It was arrogant and boundless. It was directly aimed at Ling Daoxuan's work and ridiculed it severely.
"You are not allowed to say that about my grandfather!" Seeing someone mocking Ling Daoxuan, the little girl Ling Xiruo could not sit still and shouted: "Even if you send me a poem, I will not allow you to laugh at my grandfather." Ling Daoxuan's old face trembled, and he instantly regained his composure. He glanced at Qin Ying and said, "Boy, you seem to have a lot of opinions about my painting." "Not very much, but quite a lot." Qin Ying said bluntly. Ling Daoxuan narrowed his eyes and his face suddenly turned cold. Over the years, he has heard a lot of praise, but rarely heard criticism. He really wants to see what this young man has to say. Qin Ying walked up to Ling Daoxuan, pointed at the painting and asked him, "May I ask, senior, what is the human world?" "The human world is naturally sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty." Ling Daoxuan said without hesitation. People live their lives in this sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty world. This is the human world, and there is nothing wrong with it. Qin Ying asked again: "Then what are the hundred states?"
"Joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, fear." Ling Daoxuan answered.
"Then why is this painting called the human world, but only sweetness is seen? Since it contains a hundred states, why is there only happiness?"
"This..." Ling Daoxuan was suddenly shocked.
Qin Ying's face was full of disappointment, and he shook his head and said: "What you painted is the hundred states of the human world, but you can see that in the painting, whether it is children, old people, middle-aged people, women, merchants, or hawkers, they are all smiling. In order to add vitality to the painting, you only highlight the cheerfulness of the characters, which makes the characters monotonous and without any agility."
"You said it yourself that the human world is sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty, and the hundred states are happiness, anger, sorrow, happiness, fear, but in this painting, where has it ever been shown?"
"If you can't show it, why is it called the hundred states of the human world? I think it's better to call it inappropriate."
Ling Daoxuan: "..."