Qin Haitian took in all the gazes of the people. Some were watching coldly, some were expectant, and some were disappointed. In short, it seemed as if he could see all kinds of life at a glance.
"If it takes too long to paint, just do it another day!" City Lord Xu sighed and said.
Poetry without painting would be somewhat incomplete.
"Perhaps, he didn't draw the paintings, and he learned the poems from others. After all, how long does it take to paint a painting? One or two hours?" Someone muttered in a low voice.
"I feel like that's right! I've never heard of Master Qin being able to recite poetry or paint before!"
This is the disadvantage of only writing poetry and not painting, it cannot really convince people.
At this time, Qin Haitian smiled and said, "Since City Lord Xu wants to see me paint, I can't let you down. Today, let me show you a different kind of painting technique! This technique is faster, but it's not mature yet. I hope the final painting won't disappoint the City Lord."
"Alternative painting skills?" When these words came out, many people present showed surprised expressions.
"Oh? Different from the previous paintings with slightly monotonous colors?" City Lord Xu was surprised, then smiled and said, "Then I'll wait and see."
"The painting you gave me before was a sketch. The painting skill I'm going to show you next is called ink splashing!" Qin Haitian stood up and said with a smile.
"Splashing ink?"
"What kind of painting technique is this?"
"I've never heard of that. Could it be that you just splashed the ink and paint onto the paper?"
"......"
At this moment, whether it was Xu Zhiqing who was prejudiced against Qin Haitian, or Luo Yufei who held a grudge against Qin Haitian, their beautiful eyes could not help but flash, staring at Qin Haitian closely.
"This bad guy is quite manly." Xu Zhiqing looked at Qin Haitian and muttered. Suddenly, she thought of something and blushed. She spat in her heart: "Bah! What am I thinking about? What manly? This guy is not a good guy. He even hooked up with the disciples of the sect."
Well, good news doesn’t travel far, but bad news travels far and wide. The affair between Qin Haitian and Liu Ruoxian eventually spread.
City Lord Xu arranged for someone to prepare a large table, and soon a large table was moved out. The next moment, Qin Haitian opened his hand, and a blank scroll appeared in his hand. With a slight shake of his hand, the scroll unfolded and spread flat on the table. Then Qin Haitian took out paints, brushes and other tools.
Qin Haitian was seen grabbing the opened ink bottle and splashing it out. The ink bottle fell steadily to the ground, and Qin Haitian's figure also disappeared from the spot. Then he had already flown over the rice paper, kicking with his feet and wiping with his hands, holding a brush in his mouth to smear, or waving or sweeping, or light or thick, dotted around, all in one go, taking the shape of stone, cloud, water, person, table, wine..., he drew clouds and dyed them into wind and rain at will, as if by magic, and there was no trace of ink when looking down.
I don’t know how much time had passed, but a beautiful picture came into view.
The sunset glowed in the sky, the clouds and mists were lingering, the mountains and rocks stood in a forest, and a Yellow River seemed to come from the sky and cross the earth. During the banquet, the guests were in high spirits, toasting each other, and they were so happy...
At this time, everyone was shocked and felt that this beautiful painting seemed to have some flaws. It was not perfect because there was too much blank space on the right. But at this moment, Qin Haitian looked at City Lord Xu and shouted:
"City Lord Xu, please bring some wine!"
"Okay!" City Lord Xu laughed and waved his hand. A jar of wine flew towards Qin Haitian and landed steadily in Qin Haitian's hand.
Qin Haitian was seen writing freely in the blank space while drinking and singing unrestrainedly. When he was drunk, he turned around and invited City Lord Xu and Dan Qiusheng to drink:
“Have you not seen that the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns?
Don’t you see, the white hair in the mirror in the hall, which was black in the morning and turned into white in the evening?
When life is good, enjoy it to the fullest; don’t leave your golden cup facing the moon empty.
I was born to be useful, even if I lose all my money I will get it back.
Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle is fun, and at the party you must drink three hundred cups.
Lord Xu, Mr. Danqiu, let’s drink, don’t stop.
I will sing a song for you, please listen attentively.
Bells, drums, delicacies and jades are not expensive, I just wish to be drunk forever and never wake up.
Since ancient times, all saints and wise men have been lonely, only drinkers leave their names.
In the past, King Chen held a banquet in Pingle, and he drank ten thousand cups of wine and had a lot of fun.
Why does the host say that he has little money? I must buy some wine to drink with you.
I will call my son to exchange the five-colored horse and the fur worth thousands of gold for the fine wine, so that we can share the eternal sorrow together. "
As the voice fell, a mouthful of wine spurted out, and the wine turned into raindrops that sprinkled on the poem and painting. Wow, suddenly the poem and painting looked like a field after a spring rain. It seemed that all things were reviving and thriving, as if they were alive.
Then, Qin Haitian drank the wine in the jug and laughed: "Good wine!"
"This poem, this painting... it's absolutely amazing!"
“I’ve never seen such a painting before!”
"How can Sect Master Qin have such painting skills? This is simply a divine skill!"
"That's right. There's no doubt about the so-called sketches before. They must be his painting skills, not borrowed from others!"
"Don't you realize that this poem is even more amazing than the painting? It's so damn heroic!"
"Is the Yellow River the muddy river that is one of the three major rivers that runs through our Qingzhou?"
"Yes! Many people call that river the Yellow River."
"In that case, King Chen should be the deposed King Chen of Qinghe State, the former first empire of our Qingzhou."
"Yes, after King Chen was deposed, he often drank expensive wine and indulged himself in joy, and finally died of depression. Not long after King Chen's death, the Qinghe Kingdom fell apart and fell apart. It's a pity."
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