Xin Zhilong still had a smile on his face, waiting for Qin Jun's answer.

Hearing this, the people next to him nodded.

"Yes, you blew for a long time, but you drew a pair to open our eyes."

"This pair of foreign garbage is worth tens of millions. I wonder if what you drew it is worth the price?"

In fact, many paintings are worthless.

However, some people deliberately hype it up, even a piece of white paper can be hyped up to a price of tens of millions.

Luo Chen frowned and lowered his voice, "If you can't draw, then forget it."

He knew that Qin Jun was proficient in calligraphy.

But I have never seen Qin Jun can paint.

Although calligraphy and painting are connected, they have similarities between them, but they are simply two different concepts.

Qin Jun ignored him and just looked at Xin Zhilong and said calmly: "Although your provocation is stupid, I don't mind, so I will open your eyes."

"The five thousand years of Chinese culture is not comparable to these foreign garbage!"

Such a clumsy work can be praised as a famous work by these people. Qin Jun doesn’t understand why the Chinese people are so inferior now?

Abandon Yangyang’s five thousand years of history and culture as dregs, but regards these foreign garbage without historical background as treasures?

"good!"

Xin Zhilong immediately laughed, "I don't know what Mr. Qin, what are you going to draw?"

"Chinese Chinese painting, figure painting!"

"Okay, please serve me!"

Xin Zhilong snapped his fingers, and there were all preparations here. After a moment, several waiters pushed two cars and walked in.

One of the cars was placed with a piece of rice paper that was two meters long and wide, and they placed it flat on the table.

The other one car has prepared pens and ink, and from the fragrance it emits, you know it is not an ordinary product.

The pen is Shanlian Lake pen, and the ink is Qinghu graphite.

The people next to him were talking, looking at Qin Jun's calm face, he was quite looking forward to it at this time.

Not to mention them, even Luo Chen has a weird face.

He is good at traditional Chinese medicine, and is good at calligraphy, and is proficient in small seal script of the Qin Dynasty. If he can also draw figure paintings, he is simply not human!

Chinese Chinese painting, figure painting!

If you divide Chinese paintings into subdivided, they can be divided into characters, landscapes, boundary paintings, flowers, fruits, feathers, animals, insects and fishes and other paintings.

But if you want to come up with a representative painting, it must be a figure painting!

Chinese culture is profound and profound, with countless paintings, among which figure painting is the most difficult one.

Figure painting is easy to learn, but it is extremely difficult to be precise.

Strive to portray the characters' personalities in a realistic and vivid way, with both form and spirit. How easy is it to convey the characters?

Qin Jun is only seventeen years old this year. Do you really know?

"Haha, although this is a bit inappropriate, I still want to remind you. There is still an hour left, and the auction is about to begin."

"If you can't complete it, I can only feel deeply sorry."

"Thirty minutes are enough."

"Mr. Qin!"

Luo Chen was anxious and drew a character in thirty minutes. Isn’t this a dream?

"Okay! Once a word is spoken, it is hard to catch up!"

Xin Zhilong laughed strangely, "If Mr. Qin could really draw a figure painting that is not inferior to this foreign garbage in thirty minutes, I would like to pay for it and hang it in the middle of this grand theater!"

There is no doubt that this is just a satirizing King Qin.

"You can't afford it!"

Qin Jun did not say much, and didn't even look at him, and spoke indifferently.

Xin Zhilong felt angry in his heart, and felt like he was like a clown jumping. Although he was extremely angry, it was difficult to get angry.

He had to grit his teeth and smile and said, "Yes, yes, I really can't afford it. But I don't know if you can draw it Mr. Qin?"

Qin Jun ignored him, but the more he ignored him, the more he felt unhappy Xin Zhilong felt.

"here we go!"

As a treasure appraiser, Li Fu has also been involved in Chinese painting and understands the difficulty of figure painting.

Thirty minutes to draw a figure painting?

If the painting is small, he believes it.

But if it is a large figure painting, it is normal to spend a few days.

Because of his identity, Li Fu also knows many masters of Chinese painting, and they all agree that Chinese painting is the most difficult thing to be a character!

If someone else said this, Li Fu turned around and left without saying a word.

However, Qin Jun said this, which made him quite expectant.

Just because he created too many miracles.

Qin Jun was calm and calm, picked up Shanlian Lake pen and nodded in approval.

Dyeed with black ink, a single hand pen, slightly possessed, and swung the slightest moment!

The movements were flowing without any delay. The best rice paper slowly bloomed under the embellishment of ink.

The mountains and rivers are far away and the ink is left behind, and the writing is written and written ink is passed down.

The speed is not fast, but it seems to contain a unique rhythm. Apart from dyeing ink, Qin Jun did not stop at all.

The style of the strokes and strokes, like an iron eagle hook, instantly made the person who laughed at him before feel ashamed of himself.

"Look, this painting seems to be an ancient palace?"

“Glorious and dazzling!”

"My God, he actually painted it so vividly!"

Qin Jun ignored the intentions of these people, and focused on drawing the dots on the drawing paper, splashing ink. Every stroke contains passion and every stroke has vitality.

"If there is really a genius in this world, then he is."

As the head of the Leng family, Leng Hanqiu is usually taciturn, let alone speak actively.

And from his mouth, there were even a few people who heard this.

As time goes by, Qin Jun is getting better and better, and his hands are getting faster and faster.

However, he looked at Luo Xian'er from time to time, but his hands did not stop.

A scroll is about to be completed in an instant.

But at this time, the audience was almost suffocated!

"It's done."

Qin Jun put down his pen, as if he had done something insignificant, "I don't know, how about the picture of Goddess's Dance, compared to your foreign garbage?"

"This... is the fairy in this painting?"

"My God, so beautiful!"

In fact, it was not Luo Xian'er, but his fairy concubine!

The Qin King played the piano and the goddess sacrificed the dance, which caused a sensation.

The dance of the fairy concubine is so beautiful that it is rare in the world.

And when everyone showed it, it was like a real person swaying the dance posture that was enough to upside down in front of his eyes.

After seeing this painting, Luo Xian'er's pretty face turned even more blushing...

What does his painting mean?

...

The sound fell and the audience was sensational!

Everyone spontaneously burst into thunderous applause.

"Chinese painting is expected to be revitalized!"

Leng Hanqiu's eyes were filled with horror. Qin Jun was only more than seventeen years old. This painting was enough to compare to any master today!

Thirty minutes, just arrived...

Xin Zhilong's face was so wonderful at this moment, sometimes ashen, sometimes ashen and sometimes ashen.

"I am a great country in China, with profound culture. How can you, a barbarian, understand it?"

"There are people outside of people, and there is a sky outside of the sky. I still don't want to compare this piece of foreign garbage."
Chapter completed!