Ling Daoxuan was shocked, sweat broke out on his forehead.
Qin Ying's comments were sharp and unique.
The so-called human world is complex and changeable.
In order to add vitality to the painting, he tried his best to create a scene of prosperity in the world, thus ignoring the most basic details.
As the saying goes, cleverness can lead to mistakes.
At this moment, Ling Daoxuan put away all his contempt.
He had never thought that one day he would be poked in the sore spot by a junior.
When the civil and military officials of the Han Dynasty saw this, they all breathed a sigh of relief.
Unexpectedly, Qin Ying's vision was so vicious.
Ling Daoxuan was speechless after the refutation.
At this time, an envoy of the State of Wei stood up and said loudly: "Your Highness Qin Ying, this painting contest is about painting skills, not talking!"
Wei Zhiyan also said: "That's right! Don't forget, the old man who painted blindfolded, some flaws are normal. This time it's a painting contest, and his painting skills are obvious to all!"
"Your Highness Qin Ying, if you want to win, you have to paint a picture! Don't just talk!"
"That's right! I think you just can't paint, so you deliberately find faults and try to fool us!"
The Wei envoys talked a lot.
All the ministers of the Han Dynasty were silent when they heard this.
Although Qin Ying's comments were on point, Ling Daoxuan's skill of painting with his eyes blindfolded was simply amazing, and a little flaw naturally could not be regarded as a black spot.
Qin Ying smiled calmly and said:
"It's not easy to see the painting skills?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Ying moved to the drawing board, picked up the brush and dipped it in ink. Then he thought of something and suddenly stretched out his hand to Ling Daoxuan and said: "Old sir, can you lend me the silk ribbon you just used?"
Everyone was stunned when they heard Qin Ying's words.
Wei Zhiyan frowned and said coldly: "Qin Ying, what are you doing?"
"I don't have time to do anything." Qin Ying said seriously: "Since you think that painting with your eyes blindfolded is a magical skill, then I can also show it."
Swish——
Qin Ying's words caused a commotion among everyone in the Golden Palace.
Even the Han Emperor Qin Mu couldn't help but change his face.
He also wants to paint with his eyes blindfolded?
"No!" The Grand Master was the first to stand up and object, "Painting with your eyes blindfolded is no joke. The painting saint has more than 60 years of painting skills to reach this level. The Ninth Prince should not do anything reckless."
Dean Song Henian also advised: "Your Highness Qin Ying just needs to paint normally, and must not be competitive."
The Eighth Prince frowned and said: "Ninth brother, I know you are competitive. Seeing the painting saint blindfolded, you are not willing to be outdone, but you must know that today is not a child's play, you must not do anything reckless."
Only the Eighth Prince Qin Zhou was present today, and Qin Dang was not seen.
I think he should have a wound on his hand and his appearance was not appropriate, so he did not attend, but the fundamental reason was that he did not want to see Qin Ying.
"Ying'er, don't be stubborn." The Han Emperor could not help but say something.
Seeing that everyone in the court believed in him, Qin Ying was also helpless.
He just stretched out his hand and looked at Ling Daoxuan with a smile, "Old sir, would you like to borrow this silk ribbon?"
Ling Daoxuan snorted, "It's just a silk ribbon, why do you have to borrow mine?"
Qin Ying said: "If I use my own, I will draw a shocking work later, and you Wei people will say I cheated again. It's better to use yours directly, so they won't have anything to say, right?"
While Qin Ying was speaking, his eyes glanced at the Wei State delegation, especially at Wei Zhiyan for a few seconds.
Noticing his eyes, Wei Zhiyan was immediately furious, which was obviously directed at her.
And Qin Ying's words were undoubtedly more arrogant than any of the previous ones.
Before he started to draw, he already claimed that it was a shocking work.
Instantly, it caused a wave of ridicule and disdain from the Wei people.
"Take it." Ling Daoxuan took out the silk ribbon he had just used and handed it to Qin Ying.
"I really want to see how you paint with your eyes closed!"
Ling Daoxuan became interested. Qin Ying's comments were very accurate and indeed pointed out the problem.
However, a unique vision does not mean painting skills.
This skill of painting with eyes closed is the result of his hard work day and night. From using up three cylinders of ink in a month when he was a teenager to painting 300 miles of Jiangling in his middle age, the hard work behind it,
no one can understand.
It is precisely this hard work day after day and year after year that has made him famous as a painting saint.
Painting with eyes closed is not so much a magical skill as it is the ultimate painting skill that comes from countless efforts.
He is so gifted, so what about Qin Ying?
He is just a crazy young man.
Qin Ying took the silk ribbon and thanked him, "Thank you, old man."
Ling Daoxuan snorted coldly and did not answer.
Qin Ying glanced at Ling Xiruo in the crowd and smiled gently.
This smile reminded Ling Xiruo of the time when he held her hand, and her pretty face suddenly turned red again.
Why did he smile at me?
Not to mention, he smiled so beautifully.
He was tall and handsome, and he could write poems and had literary talent.
His hands were so warm... Thinking of this, the little girl's face turned even redder, and her heart was beating fast.
"Qin Ying, stop pretending! Get started!"
Wei Zhiyan said impatiently.
Qin Ying took a deep breath, covered his eyes gently, and suddenly an extremely strong concentration burst out.
He held the pen with one hand, dotted the ink, and put down the pen... The movements of his hand were smooth and coherent, and the afterimages continued. His speed alone was far better than Ling Daoxuan. At this speed, his painting must have been completed earlier than Ling Daoxuan's "Human World".
As soon as Qin Ying started painting, Ling Daoxuan was shocked. He saw him wielding the brush and splashing ink, and his movements were smooth and smooth, just like a master.
The moment he saw Qin Ying painting, he regretted it, and his previous strong confidence was shaken.
Laymen watch the excitement, while experts watch the doorway.
He is the saint of painting, and he is an expert among experts.
Just by looking at his movements, you can see the depth of his painting skills.
Ling Daoxuan's forehead was covered with cold sweat, almost all over his face. He never thought that decades after he became a painting saint, there would still be someone who made him feel so stressed in his painting skills.
But that person was still a rookie.
Everyone was watching Qin Ying painting.
He seemed to have entered a state of selflessness.
There was silence in the scene.
It was even quieter than when Ling Daoxuan was painting, and you could even hear everyone's breathing and heartbeat.
The Wei envoys who secretly laughed at his arrogance were now shocked, so much so that they began to believe that Qin Ying was not arrogant, but really capable.
When Qin Ying was painting, even if he was blindfolded, he could probably guess what wonderful expressions everyone in the Golden Palace had.
Ling Daoxuan had reached his realm when he was fifteen years old. If he borrowed the light of ancient poets in the first literary duel, then this time, it was Qin Ying's real ability.
Finally, in the extremely strange and quiet atmosphere, Qin Ying stopped writing.
Almost at the same time, everyone hurriedly came up, scrambling to get a glimpse.