Chapter 407

Chapter 407 The finishing touch

"Excuse me, please make way." Lv Tao walked away from the crowd and walked to the front, wanting to see what kind of dragon Chen Mu could draw.

Don't let his skills fail and he draw a snake instead of a dragon, which would make people laugh at him.

Even if his subject selection is not as good as Chen Mu's, Lv Tao is still confident that he can crush Chen Mu with his talent for painting since childhood.

In Lv Tao's eyes, it is a sure win situation at the moment!

But gradually, as Chen Mu wielded his brush and added more details to the dragon.

The corners of Lv Tao's proud mouth slowly drooped.

In fact, with only the first few strokes, Lv Tao determined that his painting skills were far, far behind Chen Mu's.

It is precisely because Lv Tao's painting skills are high enough that he can more easily see the depth of Chen Mu's skills than other people who join in the fun!

Seeing this, Zhao Wen and others were a little restless.

Realizing that if this continues, the reputation that the Four Talents have accumulated with great difficulty will be destroyed sooner or later.

Many big men and women approached them because of the title of the Four Talents.

If they lose this title, they will become useless and stinky scholars in the eyes of everyone.

Thinking of this, Zhao Wen picked up a small flower pot and wanted to mix into the crowd and splash water to destroy Chen Mu's painting.

However, it is easy to get out, but difficult to get in.

After squeezing for a long time, he just couldn't squeeze in.

"Finished." Chen Mu also put down his pen.

"Good! What a mighty and domineering dragon!"

"This dragon looks like it's alive."

"Yes, these scales! This dragon head! These claws! Just looking at it makes people palpitate!"

"Compared with them, the Four Talents are completely defeated in terms of talent."

"..." Hearing the word "completely defeated", after seeing Chen Mu's work, even Lu Tao, the leader of the Four Talents, lost the confidence to refute.

At this time, the more you refute, the more it looks like a joke.

"What's the point of painting a dragon without adding the eyes?" Zhao Wen saw that his plan didn't work, so he had to put down the vase and used all his skills to finally squeeze in.

"Could it be that you want to admit defeat in this way? You know that your painting skills are not as good as our Lu Caizi?"

Hearing this, Lu Tao, the original master, couldn't help but blush and wanted to grab Zhao Wen to stop him.

"If you add the eyes, what if the dragon comes alive and scares you to death?" Chen Mu asked seriously.

"..." Zhao Wen was stunned.

Then he couldn't help laughing, "You took others' praises seriously. It's just a painting. If you add the eyes, can the dragon come alive? It's really a foolish dream!"

"In my opinion, this man is probably a lunatic." Zhao Wen threw dirty water on Chen Mu crazily.

The idea was simple, 'Since I can't beat you, then I will destroy you in front of everyone! Let you end up with an unfair victory! '

Zhao Wen knew very well how to shake Chen Mu's image among the people.

"It's really too exaggerated. No matter how similar it is, it's just a painting after all."

"He has been studying poetry and painting all his life. He has brought himself to a state of mental disorder!"

"Poor, poor man."

"Ah..." Chen Mu sighed, speechless.

'How come no one believes the truth these days? '

"Are you sure you want me to add the eyes?" He asked again and again to confirm.

"If you don't add the eyes, it will be a broken dragon. It's considered as giving up!" Zhao Wen said forcefully.

Ye Qingcheng couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to rush up and slap Zhao Wen, the shameless villain.

Chen Mu raised his hand to block Ye Qingcheng.

He didn't want her to lower her status by attacking Zhao Wen.

Chen Mu picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and with a few strokes, he added eyes to the dragon in the painting.

Then, he hung the painting facing the window.

"So, why hasn't your dragon come to life yet?" Zhao Wen couldn't wait to see Chen Mu's embarrassment.

Everyone also widened their eyes, wanting to see the miracle.

Just when Zhao Wen wanted to continue to taunt Chen Mu.

A dragon roared, and the sound waves rolled, shaking people back one after another, and the boat shook violently.

"What's going on? This roar is a dragon?!"

"Could it be that the dragon in the painting has really come back to life!"

"Who of you will go and see it?"

"Whoever wants to go can go, anyway, I don't believe it."

As soon as these words came out, a black dragon rushed out from the rice paper.

The body grew larger at a speed visible to the naked eye, and continued to grow larger!

Finally, it turned into a thousand-foot-long dragon, hovering above the boats.

The momentum alone caused all the boats to shake and sway, and they could capsize at any time.

"Dragon! Really, there really is a dragon running out of the painting!"

"Incredible! Really incredible!"

"How could such a thing happen in the world?"

"Impossible! You must have played some tricks. How could you draw a real dragon with just a pen? Dragons are sacred beasts, demigod-level!" Zhao Wen struggled to get up from the ground, his legs trembling.

Despite this, he still insisted, "It's a trick! It must be a trick. Everyone, use water to clean your eyes."

After listening to Zhao Wen's words, everyone also felt that the possibility of a trick was very high.

It was strange that a real dragon could rush out of a painting.

Take out the kettle, pour the water in it on your palm, and keep washing your eyes.

It didn't work once? Then wash it twice.

It didn't work twice? Then wash it three times!

It didn't work three times, then...

Finally, everyone clearly discovered that no matter how many times they washed, the picture in front of them remained the same.

The black dragon still hovered in the sky above, and countless people knelt on the ground, praying for the protection of the Dragon God.

The black dragon slowly bowed his head towards the boat where Chen Mu was, looking at Chen Mu.

Although he didn't speak, his voice reached everyone on the lake.

"Little Dragon pays homage to the master." The black dragon said in a submissive manner.

"Master, master?!"

"Did I hear it wrong? The dragon actually called him master!"

"You heard it wrong, but we can't all hear it wrong?"

"Drawing the sacred beast with a pen, and making it come alive on the drawing paper, what kind of secret technique is this!"

"Is he a god from heaven? Apart from gods, I really can't think of anyone else who can do such a thing."

"Lord Dragon, please accept my worship!"

...

Zhao Wen, who had previously bitten his tongue and was sure that Chen Mu could not draw a real dragon and everything was an illusion.

"Hiss!!"

After sitting on a nail, the pain was so deep that he no longer doubted what he saw.

Accepting the reality, the dragon painted by Chen Mu really came to life!

"Why would a dignified holy dragon succumb to a small human race?" Zhao Wen whispered.

Hearing this, Mo Long stretched out a beard and tightly wrapped around Zhao Wen.

"Ah! Save me! Save me! Don't, don't kill me!"

"Those who insult my master will be killed without mercy!" Mo Long's position was very firm.

He opened his dragon mouth and threw Zhao Wen in to fill his stomach.

"You, lost!" Ye Qingcheng stood up, no longer hiding his strength, and released his imperial power.

'Great, great emperor? ! '

Everyone knelt down and saluted.