Ling Chen's current work was a copy of the Art Saint Wu Dao Zi's work-the 87 Gods Scroll?
For a moment, many people were shocked.
Some netizens who reacted quickly searched for relevant information on the Internet. After a moment, they became even more excited and started a heated discussion in the live broadcast room.
"The Eighty-Seven Immortals Scroll has an important role in inheriting the aesthetic ideas of traditional Chinese painting. Such a great work is amazing.”
"It's lively and has the same origin as painting. This is the unique art of Chinese traditional painting! How would Ling Chen show it?”
"Are you trying to show off in front of an expert? I'm an art major, but I dare say that in the current Chinese art world, there are many masters who don't choose to copy the Art Saint Wu Daozi's Eighty-Seven Immortals Scroll because it's a blasphemy to a great work!”
"Is Ling Chen worthy? I don't remember anyone like him in the Chinese arts world. What right does he have?”
All kinds of controversy caused an uproar on the internet.
In reality, everyone had mixed feelings.
On the side of Fusang, Bunnikun Koizumi's light flickered.
He did not expect that the young man from the Dragon Country would choose to create such a work.
The Tiger Pouncing Painting he had drawn previously was incomparable to the magnificent Eighty-Seven Immortals Scroll.
The next moment, Bunkun Koizumi took a deep breath and looked at Yue Nishang.
"Miss Yue, please prepare a four-meter-long table for me as well.”
He said sincerely.
Yue Nishang was stunned for a moment. She seemed to have understood something and looked at Zhang Han and the other masters.
Zhang Han nodded after pondering.
Soon, another four-meter-long table was brought in.
Upon seeing this scene, the live broadcast room was filled with heated discussions.
"What is this Fusang person doing?"
"F * ck, it can't be. He wants to…"
Without much ink, once the table was set up, Bunkun Koizumi stepped forward, spread out the drawing paper, and also leaned in front of the table to start drawing.
Shua shua shua…
The moment he put down his pen, the crowd was shocked again.
However, due to their good manners, everyone suppressed their emotions and did not make any noise to disturb the two creators.
Meanwhile, the internet was in an uproar.
"F * ck, this Bunnikun Koizumi is also drawing the 87 Immortal Scrolls!”
Meanwhile, in Fusang.
"Haha, Koizumi is indeed the pride of our Fusang people!”
"Wen Junsang is the number one contemporary artist. With him around, the Dragon Country can't be proud!”
"Wen Junsang is proficient in painting. Let's see how he will teach the people of the Dragon Country a lesson and let them know that we Fusang people are the most cultured people in the world!”
…………
Rong City.
In the police station, the surroundings were completely silent.
Ling Chen started to paint. Right now, it was as if he had blocked out his senses and did not have any reaction to the outside world, entering a "mysterious" state.
Swoosh swoosh.
He picked up his paintbrush.
Ling Chen's expression was calm as he continued to draw.
One character after another jumped out from the drawing paper.
"What terrifying speed."
Some of the famous figures who were proficient in Chinese arts saw Ling Chen draw out the image of a god with just a few strokes, and they were instantly moved.
Then, he looked at the Fusang people.
Bunkun Koizumi also entered a strange state. His eyes sparkled and his brush danced in the air.
"The two of them are showing off their skills and have entered a realm that many people of our generation can't reach in their entire lives.”
"The people in the art world pay attention to the unity of Heaven and man.”
"Bunnikun Koizumi is a great master of Fusang, so it's understandable that he could do this. However, what I didn't expect was that Ling Chen, this young man, actually did it as well!”
Heaven Man Unity!
The people present were instantly shocked.
Not only those who studied painting, but anyone who was in the art industry knew how great this idea was!
Only a small number of people could reach such heights in their own industry.
"I didn't expect that we had underestimated this young man.”
Thinking of the previous evaluation of Ling Chen, all the famous people present blushed slightly.
Then, they looked over excitedly.
Ten minutes later.
Half an hour later.
An hour later.
In the quiet tea room, only the sounds of Ling Chen and Bunki-kun Koizumi drawing could be heard.
Many people were tired and their necks were sore, but they still gritted their teeth and stared at the scene of the two painting.
On the Internet, there was another round of discussion.
"F * ck, it's already been an hour, and you're still not done drawing?”
" Hehe, the person above is too naive. The Eighty-Seven Immortals Scroll is a magnificent work of art. It's said that Daoist Wu spent several months to create this painting. It's impossible for an ordinary person to finish it in a day or even a few days!”
"Even if you can do it, can it still be called the Eighty-Seven Immortals Scroll? At most, it was just a crude and ordinary knockoff work.”
"Yeah, from the looks of it, it can't really be a few days and nights, right?”
" A few days and nights? How is that possible?"
Many netizens were stunned.
At the scene.
Zhang Han pondered for a moment and said,"You can leave today."”
The group of famous experts looked at each other and could not help but smile bitterly.
They were all masters, so they naturally knew that it was impossible for anyone in this world to copy the great work of the Eighty-Seven Immortals Codex in just one day.
Zhang Han looked at the Fusang people.
"Wada Masao, I think they will need at least two days to compose this piece.”
"Not bad."
Masao Kazuda was also well-versed in Chinese culture. He immediately sneered and said,"However, if Wen Junsang can do it, this young man from your Dragon Country might not be able to!”
"Not necessarily."
"We'll leave a few people on each side to be the judges. How about that?" Zhang Han said indifferently.”
"Yes!"
Wada Masao said.
However, after the two of them finished their discussion, they turned around and spoke to their own people, but no one was willing to leave.
"Elder Zhang, this is a grand event that only happens once in a hundred years!" So what if it takes a little longer?"
"That's right. Old Zhang, you're not kind. You chased us out so that you could observe by yourself.”
Everyone laughed.
" Alright," Zhang Han smiled." Since no one is willing to quit, we'll stay here and accompany this young man."”
As he spoke, this famous Chinese artist stared at Ling Chen with a burning gaze.
Over at Fusang.
Wada Masao and the rest did not retreat.
Everyone sat quietly in their original positions and looked at the two deep figures on the stage. They raised their brushes calmly and held them in their hands to draw.
……
Five hours later.
In the live broadcast room.
A netizen had just gotten off work. When he opened his live broadcast room, he was instantly stunned.
"F * ck, it's already been a few hours, and these two are still drawing?”
"Awesome!"
Ten hours later.
Some netizens knelt down.
"F * ck, this Ling Chen is simply too awesome. It's been more than ten hours, and his figure hasn't moved a single step from the drawing table! Oh my god, this is too long!”
"Ling Chen is so handsome! Sisters, look at his expression!”
It was said that a focused man was the most handsome.
At this moment, in the live broadcast room, Ling Chen's eyes were deep, and he calmly focused on the scene of painting. He instantly won over countless female netizens on the internet, and gained a large group of fangirls.
"Damn, that old man Fusang is also powerful! He actually persevered!"
The netizens also found out that Fusang's Bunkikun Koizumi had also persevered.
"These two are awesome. They're too terrifying!”
Many netizens exclaimed.
Very quickly.
The official media broadcast this report that night.
The eyes of the global media were also cast over.
Twenty hours later.
It was already the evening of the second day.
In the tea room of Suqiu Pavilion, there were very few people who could hold on at this time. Most of them had already retreated to rest.
Masters like Yang Peiyuan and Zhang Han were all old people. Naturally, their physical strength was not enough to support them. After staying up all night, they could not hold on any longer. They went home to rest.
Then, when it was almost the evening of the second day, everyone rushed over impatiently.
"I wonder how the situation is?"
The moment they stepped into the tea room, Yang Peiyuan and the others were excited and nervous.
On Fusang's side, Wada Zhengxiong and the others also arrived at the scene at the same time.
Everyone was nervous, excited, and excited.
Not to mention the internet.
Many netizens clicked on the live broadcast room and followed the live broadcast for more than 20 hours!
At this moment.
In the live broadcast room, Ling Chen suddenly made a move.
He suddenly stopped drawing and narrowed his eyes slightly. The next moment, he opened his eyes and they sparkled.
Finally, he lifted the brush and drew on the painting in a natural and flowing manner. Sign it!
At this moment, Yang Peiyuan, Zhang Han, Tian Zhengxiong and the others arrived at the same time, and saw Ling Chen signing his name.
Boom!
Everyone's mind went blank.
"That's it?"
Everyone was instantly excited and rushed forward one by one.
Ling Chen turned his head and smiled.
He didn't look tired at all.
"Everyone, I'm glad I didn't fail you."
He said indifferently.
Yang Peiyuan and the others looked over anxiously.
He entered his sight.
It was gorgeous!
In an instant!
Everyone was silent!
Yang Peiyuan, Zhang Han, and the other famous figures of the Dragon Country instantly widened their pupils.
There were only four words left in his mind.
"The Art Saint is reborn!"
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