Ye Han saw that she had everything she needed. She slowly picked up the brush in her hand, then fiddled with the drawing paper, and prepared to draw on the spot.
It could be said that everyone present did not believe that Ye Han could draw anything.
Everyone knew that when a painter was drawing, they had to be very quiet. This was one thing. Secondly, it had to be in a very good environment.
For example, you could go to a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters, or you could go to a place with no one around.
There were thousands of people in the audience, and there were also occasional exchanges. Even a master would not dare to say that he could draw a good piece of work in this environment.
As for painting a national treasure, it was simply a fool's dream and a joke.
Therefore, everyone looked at Ye Han's actions as if they were watching a joke.
At this moment, Ye Han made her move. The brush in her hand was lightly stained with ink. Then, she shook the brush. In an instant, many ink dots appeared on the originally white painting paper.
When the first action appeared, some people couldn't help but laugh. In their eyes, drawing was a very serious matter.
Ye Han's drawing was like that of a kindergarten child. It was a complete joke.
However, when nearly 30 old artists saw this scene, they immediately exclaimed.
"The 12 Drawing Techniques of Heavenly Works-Swinging Style"
Yes, the sharp-eyed Chinese painting master immediately saw that the drawing technique Ye Han used was a secret technique.
Drawing was a precious skill that had been passed down in China for five thousand years.
However, as time passed, as history shifted, and as war broke out. Many famous painting skills were lost and disappeared in the long river of history.
For example, the one Ye Han was using was one of the 12 Painting Techniques of Heavenly Works.
The 12 Drawing Skills of Heavenly Works was the most powerful drawing skill recorded in the history of China. The only thing was that his painting skills had disappeared during the Qing Dynasty and could only be found in ancient records.
Some of them could only be seen in some precious paintings.
Now, Ye Han seemed to be casually throwing it, but in fact, every part of it was paving the way for a painting.
People from different industries were like mountains. Those who didn't understand naturally thought that Ye Han was joking. As for the old artists, they were already shocked beyond words!!
This was something that could only be seen in ancient books and paintings. He did not expect to see it with his own eyes today.
If it wasn't for Ye Han's painting, they would probably rush over to ask who taught them this painting skill.
The moment Ye Han picked up the brush, she had already entered his painting. At this moment, there was only the painting on the table in his eyes. Other than that, there was nothing else.
"Flowing clouds and flowing water!!”
At this moment, an old artist standing outside said excitedly.
The reporters who smelled the news carefully ran to the old artist and asked.
"Master, what is flowing water?”
Grandmaster was in a very agitated state. He, who usually hated reporters, directly opened his mouth to explain.
"Flowing Flowing Clouds and Flowing Clouds refers to the foundation of an artist. Once a person reaches this realm, his heart will be free of anything else and form a world of its own. Unless the painting was interrupted or finished, no one could affect him. Moreover, the things he drew would not stop or break. He would draw until the last moment!! There were no more than three people in China who could reach this level!”
The old man said excitedly.
Hearing this, the reporter was shocked. He didn't know much about Ye Han and thought that she wasn't that powerful. But now, he realized that the man who was drawing with his head lowered was actually so powerful.
When the surrounding audience heard this, they all revealed shocked expressions and threw away their previous prejudices.
An hour later, during lunch time, Ye Han was still drawing. The onlookers stood in the distance for a long time without moving.
Two hours later, Ye Han was still painting. It was still one o'clock in the afternoon, but no one had left!
Three hours later, Ye Han's painting was done. All that was left was to fill in the colors.
Four hours later, at three o'clock in the afternoon, Ye Han's painting was almost done. The venue had a thousand people in the beginning, but now it had more than four thousand people. Countless people who wanted to enter were waiting anxiously outside the door.
In such a crowded place, only Huaxia exhibition site, empty a place.
"Phew!"
While everyone was watching attentively, Ye Han stopped writing and exhaled heavily.
Then, he looked at the painting in front of him with satisfaction. This time, he did not paint a landscape, but a scenery.
On the painting, there were a hundred different kinds of birds spreading their wings happily. All of them were surrounding a Phoenix King.
For some reason, all the masters frowned when they saw this painting. It wasn't that the painting was bad, but that it didn't give them a sense of amazement.
At this moment, Ye Han ordered a staff member to bring a bottle of white wine over.
Not long after, the staff took out a bottle of white wine worth 1,000 yuan from the warehouse. Ye Han opened the bottle and took a big gulp before spitting it out!
When the white wine sprayed out from Ye Han's mouth, the alcohol mist fell on the painting.
Immediately after, the originally plain painting of a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix instantly exploded in color. It was demonic and colorful.
In an instant, 30 old artists ran over in shock and stared at the painting with their mouths agape!
"The inheritance of Phantom Valley, the inheritance of Phantom Valley!! Master! Master!"
"This! This…"
"The heavens have eyes, the heavens have eyes!! This old man will die without regrets if I can see this painting in my life!!”
"Master, Master, it was all my fault just now. I hope Master won't blame me!”
More than 30 artists carefully looked at the painting. Some of them were in high spirits and started crying. Some of them even ran to Ye Han and knelt down on the spot to apologize for what had happened.
Ye Han only wanted to tell them not to look at people with their eyes, but she didn't want the other party to be like this. She immediately helped him up. Facing an old man in his sixties or seventies kneeling in front of her, no one could stand it!
(It's already the fifth watch!!!!) I only want fresh flowers! I hope everyone can support me!!!!）
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