Lin Zhuifeng has always had a carefree personality, and everyone in the Lin family is used to it, but with her roar...

For a time, all the painters in Tianbo Waterside Pavilion looked up in astonishment with strange expressions on their faces.

What kind of tiger and wolf words is this?!

Is there such a thing as humiliating someone?

Master Liu Qingyan's face turned red, and the hand holding the pen was shaking uncontrollably.

Lin Qingyin was also howled by the howl. She recovered from the shock of Anle's painting and quickly glared at Lin Zhuifeng.

"Master Liu, don't be angry, this girl is talking nonsense."

Lin Qingyin apologized softly.

Liu Qingyan's expression softened a lot now, but his lips were still trembling. His paintings were admired by countless courtesans, and this was the first time that he was evaluated in this way.

Like shit? This woman is so vulgar!

Anle also came back to his senses at this time, looked at Lin Qingyin and Lin Zhuifeng beside him, clasped his fists and bowed.

"Keep on painting, your painting will be really good!"

Lin Zhuifeng became excited at this time and urged Anle to continue painting.

Of course she knew she said the wrong thing, but...does it matter?

Then Liu Qingyan gets angry when she is angry. What is wrong with her telling the truth?

Lin Zhuifeng's status in the Lin Mansion is different. Although she is a maid and has no father or mother since she was a child, she was admitted to the Lin Mansion because of her talent for cultivation. She grew up with several young masters and nine sisters, and was regarded as a maid by the ladies.

She was born, practiced together, and had a very high status, so no one regarded her as a maid.

This also gave Lin Zhuifeng a lot of confidence. Of course, the greater confidence was her cultivation and the fire stick in her hand.

Lin Qingyin also ignored Liu Qingyan, because she also believed that Anle was better in painting.

She looked at Anle with shining eyes, a look of surprise in her eyes.

Anle's paintings are so real.

If it weren't for the black and white colors, Lin Qingyin would almost think like Lin Zhuifeng that Mrs. Hua was pinned in the painting.

Especially that look in Lin Qingyin's eyes that I remember deeply!

During those days when the uncle went off to war, the eldest lady's eyes were like this, full of sadness and melancholy. Her eyes expressed all the worries and sadness of sending her husband off to war.

At this moment, this look in his eyes vividly reflected on the paper, arousing Lin Qingyin's memory of that time.

"The painting is really good."

Lin Qingyin murmured softly.

In the distance, Liu Qingyan felt that these words were beating him repeatedly, and his face became increasingly ugly.

However, he really didn't believe that An Le, a young painter who used charcoal blocks to paint, could surpass the fine brushwork he had been immersed in for decades.

"This painter was originally invited by Miss Lin, so Miss Lin naturally spoke for him."

Liu Qingyan snorted coldly, but started painting the painting in his hand more seriously.

Anle also immersed himself in painting again. The most important thing in realistic sketching is truth, which is likeness. The form must be like, and the spirit must be like.

The eyes are the windows to the soul. Once the outline is in place, the highlights, lines, etc. are mastered, the charm will be there. Basically, it can be said that it is a black and white photo.

Pick up a steamed bun and use it as an eraser to erase excess lines, rub it gently with your fingertips, and the lines will be rubbed open to form a gradient of light color.

An Le took a step back and took his mind away from the scene of observing the energy of the years. He was actually a little tired, but there was excitement in his eyes.

In this life, this is his most proud work.

On the paper, Mrs. Hua is sitting upright on the imperial chair, dressed in rich clothes, holding tea in her palms, her eyebrows are full of sadness, her eyes seem to have a story, looking at each other, she seems to vaguely see the ancient road under the deep rain.

The back view of a man riding a horse and playing the flute as he slowly leaves.

The painting is outlined with lines, not messy, and is even clear enough to capture a teardrop hanging on the eyelashes that is about to stop talking.

Madam Hua didn't know when she had appeared behind An Le.

The lady looked at the painting blankly.

The self in this painting reminded her of her melancholy self during the time when she was bidding farewell to her husband.

"This is me..."

Mrs. Hua whispered.

After a long time, Mrs. Hua withdrew her eyes and took a deep look at Anle. How could this young painter seem to have seen herself in extreme sadness when she said goodbye to her husband?

But this is obviously impossible.

Judging from this young man's age, he had not yet been reincarnated at that time.

In other words, the boy found this emotion between her eyebrows and painted it?

"This kind of painting can be fake and real. It's very rare and not bad."

Mrs. Hua did not hesitate to praise.

As soon as this compliment came out, Tianbo Waterside Pavilion was in an uproar, and many painters showed disbelief on their faces. If Mrs. Hua could praise her, then this painting must be good.

Many painters walked out from behind the case and moved behind Anle, their eyes falling on the painting.

Seeing this, all the painters were silent.

Because...this painting looks so similar!

It's almost like a real person is printed on paper. This style has never been seen before.

Many painters shook their heads and sighed, feeling ashamed.

The Lin Mansion invited painters this time to paint paintings for the young men who were about to go on an expedition. The purpose was to leave behind scrolls that could be taken out to see and miss the people in the future. What they wanted was a portrait and a photo.

Anle's paintings achieve this perfectly. In comparison, many painters feel that their paintings are incomparable.

Master Liu Qingyan finally finished the painting.

He walked over unbelievingly and his eyes fell on An Le's painting.

At this sight, his eyes suddenly shrank.

Like other painters, after a long silence, Master Liu silently rolled up his masterpiece.

"Painting with a brush is my traditional painting method in Da Zhao."

Master Liu said harshly.

"You old man, you have the toughest tongue in your body. Isn't painting just about painting on paper? Who stipulates that you must have a brush?" Lin Zhuifeng was not used to his bad habits, so he started to criticize him directly.

Master Liu paused for a moment. When he saw Lin Zhuifeng, he remembered that this girl said before that his paintings looked like shit.

"It's just a strange and obscene skill, it's hard to reach the level of elegance."

Master Liu was full of dissatisfaction and sighed.

Then, he said goodbye to Mrs. Hua. Mrs. Hua glanced at Master Liu lightly. When other painters saw that Master Liu was leaving, they also followed her. Mrs. Hua did not persuade her to stay, and asked her servants to pay the carriage expenses for the painters before sending them away from the Lin Mansion.

After a while, all the painters left on the Tianbo Waterside Pavilion, and everyone knew who the final candidate was.

Anle's lifelike painting gave them self-awareness.

Of course, many painters who think highly of themselves do not admit that Anle's paintings are good. It's just that Anle used other methods to meet the requirements of the Lin family.

As Master Liu said, painting with a brush is the only way to be orthodox and to convince the public.

"What do you call the young master?" Mrs. Hua looked at Anle and said gently.

"Anle, a young man from Chongzhou, came to Anle to attend the Spring Festival." Anle handed over his hand and introduced himself.

When Mrs. Hua heard this, she was suddenly surprised: "It turns out that he is still a young man. No wonder his painting skills are so good. The people in the painting almost seem to be alive."

"Mr. An, in this case, I may have to trouble you to paint paintings for my young masters in the Lin family."

An Le cupped his fists: "Young students must try their best."

Mrs. Hua continued to appreciate the painting and said softly: "This painting is very good. I like it very much. Give it to me. I can give Mr. An a gift in return."

"This is not the labor fee for painting for the young masters, it is an exchange between me and Mr. An alone."

An Le was startled when he heard this: "Mrs. Hua, there is no need to do this. This painting was originally painted for me. If she likes it, I will accept it."

Mrs. Hua waved her hand: "Mr. An, don't be pretentious. I don't receive benefits for nothing. This is the rule of the Lin family."

"You can get both silver and gold. If I think this painting is worth it, then it's worth it."

Hearing this, Anle's eyes lit up and he no longer pretended to be pretentious.

He thought for a while, clasped his fists again, and said seriously: "Mrs. Hua, Xiaosheng was lucky enough to start practicing yesterday, but because he missed the basic training, he had no place to obtain profound classics, and his future cultivation path will be difficult to continue. Today, Xiaosheng is bold and wants to exchange this painting for

If the painting is not worth the price of a passable spiritual classic, the labor costs of painting for the princes in the future can also be included in the price."

After An Le's words fell, everyone in the Tianbo Waterside Pavilion was quite surprised.

Lin Zhuifeng and Lin Qingyin couldn't help but glance at Anle, but they didn't expect that this young man wanted to continue on the path of cultivation.
To be continued...