Live broadcast: I set off a craze for national style

Chapter 140 The Conclusion From Ancient Times

Su Cheng ignored them, but focused on swiping the brush. The strokes of the brush changed, sometimes vigorous, sometimes ethereal, and ink patterns quickly appeared on the rice paper.

The people around were dumbfounded.

The drone hovered above everyone's heads, and the netizens in the live broadcast room saw it clearly. At this moment, they finally saw clearly how Su Cheng made the painting.

"I lost it, Brother Su actually used a piece of rice paper to draw separately? Isn't this afraid of losing coherence?"

"Nimma, is this still a human being? Even if you have a photographic memory, it's impossible, right? After all, subtle differences in movements will definitely cause changes."

"I'm convinced, this is really a beast, I believe the netizens who said so before, Nima, don't say that these gangsters are dumbfounded, I am dumbfounded too."

"..."

The audience chattered and commented in the live broadcast room, all of them were so excited that they felt like they had seen a "miracle".

Isn't this a miracle?
After drawing on a piece of paper, throw it aside immediately, and then draw the next one on another paper. The key is to be coherent.

This kind of skill...can no longer be expressed in terms of proficiency.

This is so miraculous.

Dean Li was already stunned, his expression was exactly the same as that of President Gao just now, with an unbelievable look.

"This kid really has two brushes..."

Dean Li looked at Su Cheng, then looked at the painting on the rice paper, and finally looked at Su Cheng's hand holding the pen, his eyes were changing back and forth, and he didn't know where to look.

As the dean of the Art Department of Sichuan University and a member of the Painting and Calligraphy Association, he naturally knows how rare it is to be a master.

When Kong Wei told him that Su Cheng was a master in his early twenties, he still didn't quite believe it.

That live broadcast competition made him accept Su Cheng, a "young" master.

But your master is the master, the key is what is going on now?

Is this what a master of traditional Chinese painting can do?
Are you kidding me?
Su Cheng moved quickly, and each piece of rice paper was painted with ink, and then spread out one by one in order.

A picture of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains is slowly completed in this way.

The Japanese man was speechless and could only stand aside and watch.

Especially those who clamored for Su Cheng's drug test just now, they were like quails, unable to speak a word.

"He...how...is this possible...?"

Those two good guys who compared ink painting with Su Cheng had already stopped.

No comparison, and no need.

What's more, it's meaningless.

It is simply a dimensionality reduction blow.

Even if they are given long enough rice paper, they may not be able to draw a picture of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains in such a short time, let alone draw parts on a piece of small rice paper and then piece them together.

This is not what people do.

The two looked at Su Cheng in awe.

Su Cheng was not affected, and was still painting with a brush. The movements were much faster, and the picture of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains was also rapidly becoming complete.

"Is he cheating? How could a person do this?"

Someone in the stick is still not reconciled, staring at Su Cheng with scorching eyes, still wanting to slander him for cheating.

Immediately, this statement was supported by a large number of sticks.

Some people stood up and started attacking Su Cheng.

"He must have cheated, no, it should be said...he, he can only do this painting! Yes! That's right! He must have practiced in advance! It's for today!"

"Shameless! You must have practiced painting like this for many years, trying to catch us off guard!"

"..."

Once again, the crowd became angry.

To be honest, sometimes Bangzi's brain circuit is so strange.

You have no idea what they're thinking.

Netizens in the live broadcast room were outraged and cursed one after another.

"Fuck! I've never seen such a disgusting person, and this can be called cheating? You're so fucking unassuming, aren't you?"

"Don't get excited upstairs, don't get excited. It's not worth getting angry with them. We are a small country and our minds can only be so big. The kind of person you are depends on the kind of person others are."

"It's really disgusting. To put it bluntly, so what if Brother Su has practiced in a targeted manner? Let them practice this kind of skill, can they do it?"

"..."

The audience was very angry, and many threatened to beat them.

Even locals from Sichuan and Shu couldn't bear it anymore and posted comments in the live broadcast room.

"Brother Su, wait, I'll come, Made, don't beat them to death when I get there!"

"Count me in, I'm putting on clothes, moron, if you don't beat them, they'll spit shit and they'll be tight."

Su Cheng glanced at the barrage, a little dumbfounded.

Not so much, right?

But to be honest, he was also dazzled by these sticks.

I really let you say everything.

If you co-author, you can win. If others win, they are cheating and scoundrels.

Made, the country is not big, and the mind is not big.

Su Cheng put pen to paper and drew the last stroke. So far, the picture of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains was completed.

Arranged neatly on the ground, a piece of rice paper is arranged, and the ink landscape is vivid on the paper.

When the finished product came out, everyone was shocked, whether it was the people at the scene or the audience in the live broadcast room.

half an hour.

Only then did someone applaud, and I don't know who led it. There was clapping applause at the scene.

Su Cheng put down the brush and looked at the handsome man with a faint smile on his face.

It's just that this smile looks too hateful to Ribang, it's just a mockery of them, and some people even glared at Su Cheng.

Su Cheng didn't care, Shi Shiran waved his hand, "How is it? Are you convinced?"

As soon as the words fell, a voice sounded, "I'm not convinced!"

"I don't agree!"

The crowd was pushed away, and a young man squeezed out from the stick.

"I don't agree!"

"You are so young, how can you have such advanced painting skills? Ink painting is the most difficult. How dare you say you didn't cheat?"

As he said that, this guy showed a smug expression as if he had discovered Su Cheng's secret.

Su Cheng gave him a sideways glance, but didn't look at him directly.

The jumping beam clown, the eye is not as big as the eye of a needle.

It's just that his appearance was regarded as a sign of guilty conscience, and he became even more excited immediately.

"You dare not admit it? Are you guilty? You must have cheated! You..."

Noisy, noisy, endless.

Su Cheng showed an impatient expression, raised his foot, and the stick immediately backed away in fright, for fear that Su Cheng would kick him.

The person who was kicked away just now has not recovered yet.

"What are you trying to do? Threatening me?"

Su Cheng glanced at him, sneered, and then looked at Dean Li and the others.

"Then what, Lao Li, find someone to collect the painting and give it to you, how about it, can I be kind?"

The corner of Dean Li's mouth twitched and he looked at Su Cheng with evil eyes, but he had some status here and couldn't show it.

So I can only show a stiff smile, little bastard, you wait, you will suffer later.

Kong Wei gently took the painting away.

Su Cheng then looked at the man with the stick again, "Cultural conclusions have been established since ancient times. Who is in charge and who is in second place has been arranged since ancient times."

"Don't think about what you have and what you don't have. With your three-inch radish-sized land area, can Chinese culture be bred?"

(End of this chapter)