Chapter 763

There was a sound of discussion.

A lot of people are disappointed.

They have long heard of Lin Chengfei's various magical methods, and they have no more admiration for him. But now, he has even given up before the competition begins.

It's more than disappointment.

It's a great disappointment.

Even if you are not so fast, even if you know you can't win.

But at least we have to struggle, right?

What's the situation now?

It's over before it starts.

A generation of scholars are so spineless.

Lin Chengfei's face was expressionless, but there was no anger.

He just looked at Duan Tian's action.

Duan Tian's action is really fast.

After drawing the big tree, he turned his pen, and a fast flowing river appeared on the paper.

The whole process, not even ten seconds.

A landscape painting has been vaguely displayed in front of their eyes.

At this time, Lin Chengfei began to write.

No.

He didn't write.

He just picked up the pen, put it aside, and then picked up the whole inkstone.

"What is he going to do?"

"Do you want to pour the ink on the paper

At this time, those who came to yixinyuan to attend the exchange meeting no longer respected Lin Chengfei so much, and their words were a bit ironic.

As for the people Duan Tian brought, they did not hide their contempt.

"Ha ha The elder martial brother is almost finished. How could this boy be so stupid that he didn't write? "

"Can't you have an empty head and don't know what to draw like an idiot?"

"I don't think he knows how to paint at all!"

Huang Dong heart elated looking at Lin Chengfei: "boy, this time you lose."

Lin Chengfei is still silent.

Thirty seconds passed.

Duan Tian's painting is half finished.

Several high mountains rise one after another, with dense forests.

With a few more strokes, the painting will be finished.

And Lin Chengfei really began to pour ink on the paper.

I'm sure I'll lose.

Everyone thinks that Lin Chengfei will lose.

Even Duan Tian could not help but smile at this time.

This smile is a bit ironic, mocking Lin Chengfei's fishing for fame.

More complacent.

When he first came out of the world, he won Lin Chengfei, who is known as the best calligrapher and painter, which is of great benefit to his fame in the future.

Who can stop him from dominating the world of painting and calligraphy?

Thinking about this, his hands move faster, it is a bit invincible.

Although Lin Chengfei is pouring ink, he is not pouring it all on the paper in one breath.

He doesn't pour fast, but it's not slow either.

Now there is a thin line.

Then a thick line is poured out.

Then there was a big pool of black ink.

A group of people frowned.

"Nonsense, it's nonsense!" Huang Dongxin directly scolded: "do you paint like this?"

Luo Yuan frowned and said, "Doctor Lin, what are you doing?"

In his opinion, Lin Chengfei is better to admit defeat than to be so mischievous.

Now he's on the hook.

But what's the use of procrastination?

Fifty seconds have passed.

Duan Tian's painting is coming to an end.

With the last stroke, his landscape painting can be completed.

And Lin Chengfei's ink had been poured out by this time.

On the white paper, at this moment, it's all ink. Here and there, it's a mess.

What is this?

Can this also be called painting?

Not to mention elegant and beautiful landscape painting?

Doctor Lin?

Pooh!

Painting and calligraphy?

Even worse.

This product has no real ability.

I don't even have the basic skill of painting.

No one spoke.

There's only one idea in everyone's mind.

After half of my life, I will never step into yixinyuan teahouse again!

To Lin Chengfei, turn black, and want to black him all his life.

Duan Tian has begun to make his last move.

Lin Chengfei put down the inkstone.

Duan Tian's pen began to move.As long as the line is drawn to the end and depicts the shore of the painting, it means that the painting is completely completed.

Victory is in sight.

Soon it was half done.

Lin Chengfei clapped his hands, relaxed and leisurely.

Then he leaned over and looked at the messy picture Or it can't be called a picture, it's just a piece of waste paper.

Lin Chengfei takes a deep breath.

Then, he breathed heavily at the waste paper.

Duan Tian's pen has gone more than half.

That line is about to finish.

Everyone's heart sank.

Even if they thought that Lin would lose, they still found it hard to accept when he did.

They felt as if they had pressed a big stone.

They don't like Duan Tian, because Huang Dongxin and Duan Tian are so annoying.

However, when they were all disappointed in Lin Chengfei.

The painting before Lin Cheng's flying body suddenly changed.

This change began after Lin Chengfei blew that breath on the waste paper.

Almost in an instant, the messy ink on the painting seemed to have spirituality, and moved strangely on the paper.

That big pool of ink has become a towering mountain.

That small thin line became a dark cloud in the sky. Tqr1

and then the small dots become the birds in the sky.

Big trees, saplings, running water, fish in the water, flash one by one.

A beautiful and profound traditional Chinese landscape painting is displayed in front of a group of people.

It's just a blink of an eye.

Lin Chengfei finished painting.

Duan Tian is still writing hard.

His last line, too, has to close right away.

He didn't look at Lin Chengfei's situation. There was only one word in his mind.

Win win!

Only half a second, you can win the so-called doctor Lin.

This guy who has overwhelmed half of the masters of calligraphy and painting in Beijing will soon be defeated by him.

The corners of his mouth were higher and higher, and his pride and excitement were heavier and heavier.

But at this time, Lin Chengfei's voice suddenly sounded in his ear: "I finished painting."

Duan Tian didn't even raise his head. He sneered in his heart.

You finished?

What about spoofing ghosts?

You didn't write half the time.

He still insisted on finishing his last stroke.

After the painting, he looked up happily: "you lost."

Lin Chengfei said strangely, "anyone with eyes can see it. Did I finish it first? Why did I lose? "

"You call that painting?" A period of disdain.

He is a little far away from Lin Chengfei. He can't see what Lin Chengfei painted.

After all, he didn't have the eyes of Lin Chengfei.

However, after Duan Tian finished this sentence, he was stunned.

Because people around him are looking at him with strange eyes.