Chapter 162 This Is What I Drew

Now the whole auditorium is blown up, and no one understands what this young man is going to do? I just dropped a Jade Buddha, and now I've pulled the real work of Wu Daozi from others, so is there a way to survive?

"The surname is Qin, I'll fight with you!"

At this time, Lin Pingchao's heart collapsed. The 12 million jade Buddha was just smashed. Who let it be suet and blood jade, but now this authentic Wu Daozi painting, which was bought for 20 million, has just been smashed. How can he not feel bad.

The strong anger made him lose his mind for a short time, and he was about to rush towards Qin Haodong, but he was stopped by Lin Zhigao and Lin Zhiyuan by his side.

Lin Xiaotian's face darkened again, and he also felt that Qin Haodong had done a bit too much. The key point is that this is the real work of Wu Daozi. He has been searching for many years and can't find it. Now his grandson sent it up, but he saw that it was torn in half.

Guo Feng looked at Qin Haodong in surprise and asked, "Doctor Qin, what does this mean? Is there something wrong with this painting?"

Qin Haodong said calmly: "The problem is not a big problem, it's just a fake painting. It's disrespectful to give it to the old man as a birthday gift today, so I pulled it up."

"Fake painting? Impossible! I have already identified it, and this is indeed a hundred lotus painting left by Wu Daozi himself." Guo Feng said in disbelief.

Lin Pingchao calmed down a bit, but still shouted angrily: "Qin Haodong, don't talk nonsense, this is definitely the real work of Wu Daozi, you must pay for my painting today."

Qin Haodong said disapprovingly: "I said it's fake, it's fake."

Lin Pingchao exclaimed, "Why? Are you more accurate than Director Guo's appraisal?"

Guo Feng also said: "Mr. Qin, you are indeed a little too reckless. I have identified it, and it is definitely the real thing. And even if it is a fake painting, it has reached the realm of being fake and real, and its value is definitely more than ten million."

After listening to Guo Feng's words, Lin Pingchao suddenly became more confident and said, "That's right, this painting of mine cost 20 million to buy, and you must pay it to me."

Qian Duoduo looked at Qin Haodong and said, "Mr. Qin, do you have any basis for saying this painting is fake?"

"No basis."

As soon as he said his words, the auditorium exploded again. Without any basis, he casually ripped off an ancient painting worth 20 million yuan. Is this person crazy?

Lin Pingchao's lungs were about to explode with anger. The surnamed Qin was clearly trying to fix himself, but before he could speak, Qin Haodong said lightly, "Because this is what I drew."

Although Qin Haodong's tone was calm and his voice was not too loud, almost every sentence he said today was a bomb, causing an uproar in the auditorium again.

"Who is this young man? There must be a limit to bragging. He even said that Wu Daozi's original work was painted by him..."

"Director Guo has said that the painting is genuine, but he actually said that he painted it. Do you think he is the painting saint Wu Daozi?"

"Arrogant, too arrogant, I heard that he is the new boyfriend that the eldest young lady found, Momo is really too hasty, you can't just look at the face when looking for someone..."

Not only other people didn't believe it, but even Guo Feng said with a look of surprise: "What? Mr. Qin, you said you painted this? Impossible! This is not only Wu Daozi's style, but it is obviously an ancient painting. And you're only in your twenties, how could you draw it?"

"Those surnamed Qin, you have to have a limit for bragging. If you painted this painting, not only will I not have to pay you, but I will give you an additional 20 million."

The reason why Lin Pingchao said such words was that Qin Haodong was mad with anger, and secondly, he wanted to stomp Qin Haodong's face under his feet, and now hitting Qin Haodong is equivalent to hitting Lin Momo.

Qin Haodong said, "If you don't believe it, then I'll prove it to you now."

He turned his head again and said to Lin Xiaotian, "Father, can I do a painting on the spot? It can be considered as a birthday wish for you."

Lin Pingchao said, "What are you kidding me? It will take a day or two for a master to make such a painting. Can you afford to delay grandpa's birthday?"

Qin Haodong said, "It's not that troublesome. To draw such a painting is five to eight."

"What? This... how is this possible?"

Although Guo Feng and Qian Duoduo knew that Qin Haodong was an expert, they both opened their mouths in surprise. They couldn't believe what he said was true. It takes two or three hours for everyone to paint a painting, right?

Lin Xiaotian glanced at Qin Haodong with great interest, then waved his hand and said to the family next to him, "Bring me the pen and ink from my study."

He likes calligraphy and painting, and he often paints one on weekdays, so the tools for painting at home are readily available. Soon, the family brought over the painting paper, pens, ink and other tools used for painting and placed them on the table.

While everyone was watching, Qin Haodong came to the table. He first took out a brush from the pen holder, looked at it, nodded with satisfaction, and then took out another pen and squeezed it in the palm of his left hand. full of ink.

"What is he going to do? Do you want to use two pens to draw together?"

Lin Pingchao said directly with disdain: "It looks like a mallet. You can't draw well with one pen, and you even take two. Isn't it shameful enough?"

Qin Haodong ignored him at all. After taking a deep breath, he stretched out his hands. The two brushes seemed to be alive. They kept flying on the drawing paper in front of him, and the blank white paper that was originally empty began to slowly appear ink marks.

"This... is this the left and right Youlong?"

Although Lin Xiaotian is not as good as everyone in painting and calligraphy, he is also quite accomplished and immediately recognized Qin Haodong's technique.

Qian Duoduo couldn't help but ask, "Old man, what is left and right Youlong?"

Lin Xiaotian said: "Ordinary people paint with a brush, first outline the general appearance, and then fill in the details in detail. This is the same as building a house, first build the frame, and then little by little master , but this also has drawbacks, although the foundation is solid, it is not fast enough in terms of speed."

Guo Feng also dabbled in painting, nodded and said, "That's true."

Lin Xiaotian continued: "In order to increase the speed of painting, some powerful calligraphy and painting masters have created this painting method of wandering around the dragon.

As the name suggests, the left and right dragons are divided into two parts of the heart. The left and right bows are used to draw with both hands at the same time, starting from the two ends of the drawing paper respectively. There is no need to conceive a frame, nor any embellishment and polish. The whole painting completely exists in the artist. In my heart, I kept pushing towards the middle, and when the two strokes collided, the painting was done.

In this way, the efficiency of painting can be more than doubled, but it is extremely difficult. First of all, the whole painting must be clearly understood, secondly, the mind must be divided into two uses, so that there can be no problems. Finally, the color and tone must be used very skillfully, so that there will be no mistakes when the two sides of the picture are connected.

This is a very clever way of painting, I have only heard of it before, but I have never seen such a master. "

Having said that, Lin Xiaotian shook his head with a look of disbelief.

Guo Feng said: "I have also heard of You Long, but this method of painting requires absolute confidence in the painting, and it is impossible to do it without decades of painting and calligraphy skills."

Lin Pingchao was dumbfounded. He didn't know anything about painting. He didn't expect that Qin Haodong, who he had just laughed at, used such an awesome painting method, and his face became hot.

However, he still did not believe that Qin Haodong could draw Wu Daozi's paintings. If anyone could imitate them, then the painter would not be a painter.

Guo Feng added: "The dragons on the left and right are really powerful, but the two sides are so well drawn, if they can't be perfectly connected, it's nonsense. It's the same as building a house, both sides use superb technology, no matter how strong you build, but in the end the connection It's not a waste."

After the two masters finished explaining, everyone's attention was focused on Qin Haodong, looking forward to the moment when he finally connected.

Qin Haodong's technique was extremely fast. His two hands kept walking on the drawing paper as if he didn't need to think. After three or four minutes, the paintings on both sides were almost finished, and he saw that the two pens started to touch each other. "

The eyes of the people around were staring at Qin Haodong's two hands, especially Lin Pingchao.

But in the end, he was disappointed. Qin Haodong's two brushes were skillfully combined, and a picture of a hundred lotus was perfectly presented in front of everyone's eyes. And the moment he threw out the brush, exactly five minutes passed.

"It's amazing, it's really amazing, I drew a picture of a hundred lotus in such a short time."

"Who is this young man? He turned out to be a master at painting. Could it be that he really painted the painting just now?"

"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible, even if the painting is new, how can it become an ancient painting?"

In the midst of everyone's discussion, Guo Feng and Qian Duoduo took the picture of a hundred lotus that had just been torn up and compared it with the picture Qin Haodong had just drawn.

After a full five minutes, the two raised their heads again.

"Perfect, it's so perfect." Qian Duoduo said to Qin Haodong, "Brother Qin, the person I admire most in my life is you, I really don't know what else you can't do. Draw a picture of a hundred lotus, and it is exactly the same as the original, without any difference."

Guo Feng also said: "Indeed, the painting is so perfect, so perfect that there are no flaws."

Lin Pingchao exclaimed, "Even if he paints well, his painting is not an ancient painting. The painting I just now is an authentic painting by Wu Daozi. The two paintings cannot be compared at all."

Guo Feng sighed and said, "Yes, Mr. Qin, although your painting skills impress me, it does not prove that you painted that painting. If nothing else, look at the difference between these two paintings. At least thousands of years, and the color of this ink, the painting just painted is completely different from the ancient painting..."

Qin Haodong smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, there is still one last procedure."

In order to cultivate the mind and play games in the world of self-cultivation, he has worked as a painter, a physicist, and even a beggar, so he is extremely proficient in these three and nine-rate techniques.

Moreover, his method of making old paintings is not comparable to ordinary people. Emperor Aoki can control all things with wood properties.

I saw Qin Haodong rolling up the painting he just painted and holding it in his hand, stroking his right hand from top to bottom, and the Aoki in his palm was full of anger, instantly changing the color of the painting paper and the color of the ink.

After more than ten seconds, he spread the painting on the table again like a conjuration, and said to Guo Feng, "Director Guo, look at it again this time."

Guo Feng was already dumbfounded standing there. The hundred lotus picture in front of him was exactly the same as the one just torn off. From the oldness of the drawing paper to the color of the ink, there was no difference at all. Putting it next to him, he almost thought it was a dream.

After calming down for a while, he took out the magnifying glass to observe carefully, but as time passed, his hands began to tremble slowly. No matter how you look at this painting, it is an ancient painting of more than a thousand years, and there is really no flaw or loophole. .