When Shen Fei opened his eyes again, the aura around him was quite different.
Those heroic eyes were full of confidence, and Cai Zhongmou's heart was lifted when he saw it.
But he forced himself to comfort himself: the other party is a young man in his early twenties, even if he is a genius, how can he really draw a masterpiece without a long time of training?
"I know how to pretend to be a ghost, so just be a magic stick and jump to the gods."
Land Yan Yunxiang also mocked in a strange voice.
The spectators around had split into two factions, some supported Shen Fei, and wanted to see what masterpiece he could draw.
Others, as Cai Zhongmou's diehard fans, gritted their teeth and thought that Shen Fei had no strength, so they gossiped casually and waited to see Shen Fei's jokes.
However, whether it is praise or ridicule, it has been automatically filtered in front of Shen Fei.
Just as he said just now, if you want to draw a masterpiece, you must work hard.
At this time, Shen Fei was highly concentrated and reached the legendary state of ecstasy.
That ordinary writing brush seemed to have a soul ever since it was held by Shen Fei.
Every time I write a brush, it is like a god's help. With the flamboyant brush, more and more elements are piled up on the paper.
Passers-by watching have also undergone tremendous changes.
In the beginning, everyone was still watching the excitement, but gradually, whether it was sincere admiration or doubt deliberately finding fault, everyone's expressions became colorful.
Especially at the end, when Shen Fei lifted his brush lightly, raised a dazzling arc in the air, and completed the last magical stroke, everyone's mouths became unable to close.
Hiss
Accompanied by gasps of air-conditioning, Shen Fei slowly put down the brush in his hand.
After the pen swayed slightly on the stand for a few times, it began to emit bursts of heat miraculously!
After careful study by passers-by, they realized that it was not a supernatural phenomenon, but caused by the overheating of the pen barrel.
God knows how much strength Shen Fei used when holding the pen, and he was able to rub the barrel of the pen to heat it up, so that it could finally condense when it met the air?
The pen holder is just a small episode, and the one that is serious about everyone is the Chinese painting that has just been created.
Everyone looked straight at the rice paper on the table, and no one said a word of nonsense.
Everyone seemed to be possessed by a collective demon, staring at the thin layer of rice paper. After a long time, some people slowly came back to their senses.
Deafening applause soon followed in the hall.
In addition to praise, almost everyone applauded spontaneously. The applause became louder and denser, and it lasted for several minutes.
It is enough to show everyone's affirmation of Shen Fei's painting!
This is a genuine on-site painting, and the harsh conditions Shen Fei faces, I believe everyone can see it.
In less than an hour, it was a noisy exhibition hall environment, surrounded by countless people watching and making fun of it, and the most common pens, inks, papers and inkstones were used
With so many unfavorable factors added up, it is unbelievable that Shen Fei can still draw this almost perfect work.
On the rice paper, the ink on the picture of the maid that Shen Fei had just drawn was still quietly waiting for the appreciation of passers-by.
The woman in the painting is smiling sweetly, playing with a butterfly in a bamboo forest.
The overall style is just like what Shen Fei said, with only a few strokes, without spending too much ink at all.
It's full of tricks and calculations, but a few green bamboos, two butterflies, and a pure girl in tulle. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com