Chapter 1831

"He Is he crazy? "

"Even if you know that you are not our master's opponent, you don't have to admit defeat in this way?"

"Ha ha ha This guy must be very angry. He thinks he has no hope, so he broke the pot I really want to see what his painting, which is full of ink, looks like

After being stunned, all the people in the square began to laugh, pointing to Lin Chengfei and taunting him.

Is this the celebrity of China?

This is Lin Chengfei, who is known as unparalleled in painting and calligraphy, and has unparalleled medical skills?

I Pooh!

I said that when we challenged masters from all over the world before, why didn't Lin Chengfei do it all the time? It turns out that Is the level is too bad, no face to fight!

"Ha ha ha..." Cui Zhengxiang couldn't help laughing: "win, win. This time, we'll win. Mr. Wen, I don't think Lin Chengfei is as powerful as you said."

Puchong is also overjoyed: "so it seems that the next competition I will win is a sure win."

Wen Zaiqing ignores their impatience and stares at Lin Chengfei's direction. He doesn't dare blink.

He wants to see what Lin Chengfei is going to do.

Lin Chengfei's face with a faint smile, a wave, those ink spots, all in accordance with his wishes, fell on the corresponding position on the white paper.

Then, the dots of ink turned into branches.

He reached out again, took the whole inkstone in his hand, and poured the ink directly into the paper.

It's not all of a sudden, but a little bit, like a thin line, constantly let the ink fall on the paper.

In the blink of an eye, the ink ran out.

Lin Chengfei did some research, dipped his pen again, gently shook his wrist, then picked up the pen and wrote on the paper.

No one saw what was painted on his paper.

At this time, the inscriptions on Jin Qingyang's paintings were only half written.

The next second, Lin Chengfei straightened up, put his pen on the inkstone, and turned to Jin Qingyang and said, "I've finished painting and I've finished writing Master, how are you? How long do I need you? "

Jin Qingyang's whole body was shocked, and his words almost changed.

"Lin Chengfei, you should know that today's competition is related to your honor in China." He couldn't help reminding, "are you sure you finished?"

"Of course!"

"Nonsense!" Jin Qingyang rebuked: "I really doubt that you are the undercover sent to China by Korea. Otherwise, how can you lose to me in this way?"

Lin Chengfei shook his head and said, "you think too much Who said I would lose to you? "

Jin Qingyang sneers and doesn't believe it even if he kills him. Lin Chengfei just made a few random moves, but what else can he do.

Guess it's just a mess of ink, right?

He no longer paid attention to Lin Chengfei, bent down and continued to finish the writing.

After about 30 seconds, he let out a long breath. After putting down his pen, he put his fist in his arms and said to the Korean people, "you guys, I won the contest today It turns out that Chinese painting and calligraphy, compared with our Koryo, are really just a joke. "

"Ah Win! If I really win, I feel like a dream. "

"Master, I love you, I want to give you a baby!"

"Ha ha ha We Koryo are the most powerful. The origin of painting and calligraphy will be rightful. It belongs to Koryo. This glory will always belong to us! "

Tens of thousands of people at the scene, like crazy, were jumping and jumping in the same place, frantically expressing their joy to the people around them.

Jin Qingyang is very high spirited. He turns to Lin Chengfei and asks, "Lin Chengfei, I ask you, are you satisfied or not?"

"What's the suit?" Lin Chengfei is puzzled to ask a way: "take what?"

"It's no use trying to be reasonable. It will only make you more shameful. It's your best choice to admit defeat." Jin Qingyang seems to be very kind to remind.

Lin Chengfei laughs: "you haven't seen my paintings. Why are you so happy so early? The happier you are now, the more desperate you will be later. "

"I don't know. You have the strength to say that." Jin Qingyang disdains to smile. He reaches out his hand and pats it on the table: "do you think my paintings are just ordinary paintings?"

"Oh?" Lin Chengfei said: "what's the difference? Let me have a look first."

"Good!" Jin Qingyang said, "I will help you today and let you die clearly."

With that, he picked up the microphone beside him and said to the people under the stage, "everyone, do you want to know what my painting is like?"

"Yes Tens of thousands of people spoke with one voice almost at the same time.

"Good!" Jin Qingyang flatly drank: "then you will stare big eyes and show me carefully."With that, he fumbled on his sleeve and took out a small bottle.

Opening the cap, he pointed the bottle at the picture and slowly poured out some liquid.

The liquid crawls slowly on the painting.

And then, next, the golden light.

A small stream suddenly appeared above the huge square. The stream was flowing slowly, and even the sound of running water could be heard.

Then, pedestrians, children, as well as cottages, jungles, pines and cypresses, appeared in the air one by one.

It's like a mirage, standing there in the air.

However, the picture is more illusory, looming, as if it will disappear at any time.

A group of people screamed again.

"My God What's going on? Isn't our master an old fairy? "

"Is this the master's painting? I Am I dreaming? "

And Lin Chengfei, expressionless, thought he had a deep look at Jin Qingyang.

Sure enough!

This guy has really understood a little of the true meaning of painting. However, he has not yet cultivated his true Qi, and even without the help of shushengmen's skill, he can only use external objects to create the scene in front of him.

The most important thing is that small bottle of things.

However, Lin Chengfei did not dare to speculate about what it was.

As soon as Feng Qingyang patted the table, he looked excited and cried out: "this It's my painting. Who can make such a scene except me in the world? If I still can't win, what qualifications can Chinese people have to let me lose? "

"Roar!"

A group of Korean people, screamed, could not suppress the surge of excitement.

Qi Shanmin's face is like ashes.

This

It was totally beyond his imagination.

If the Korean's opponent is him, he has no idea how to deal with this situation.

If he can create such an earth shaking scene, no matter how amazing his paintings are, they will be eclipsed.