After I Died, I Was So Popular Again

"Painting Saint?"

Qi Linqing was startled.

He didn't know who the painting saint in the other party's mouth was.

But to get such praise, I think he should be a very powerful character.

Qi Linqing lowered his head and glanced at his painting, not knowing which type of brushwork the other party asked.

If it is to order noodles, isn't it something he was inspired to create when he traveled through Guilin?

Why is it related to painting saints?

At this moment, Qi Linqing remembered the doubts about the provincial game that day.

These techniques he created...No one was interested in Tang Dynasty at all, but Mr. Xu was extremely excited at that time.

Including now, the old man with silver hair in front of the judges saw his paintings behave in the same way.

Is it because the world of modern Chinese painting is so lonely?

So they are extremely thirsty for knowledge when they see the techniques created by this third-rate painter.

When Qi Linqing thinks of this, his heart feels like being grasped by a pair of invisible hands, aching.

Yan Jiade stared at him anxiously, and asked again: "Where are you from?"

"My master... has passed away a long time ago." Qi Linqing whispered, "He never left his name during his lifetime, and I don't know the specifics."

Yan Jiade automatically understood when he heard that, this young master who has passed away is probably a hidden master.

It is not allowed that the ancestors of his family have been related to Fu Yi, or he has infiltrated and researched techniques from Fu Yi's paintings.

Both of these, no matter what, interested him very much.

Yan Jiade still wanted to ask more questions.

However, at this time, other judges who did not know the truth had already stepped forward and pulled him away.

The judges pointed out in their hearts: What's the matter with you? The young man is just a little better! You don't even care about your old face and come forward to strike up a conversation.

Especially one of the judges who looked 70 or 80 years old, leaning on crutches, looked at Yan Jiade with a complicated expression.

He is Mo Mingxuan, recognized by China as the top master of Chinese painting.

Masters are also divided into three, six or nine grades. Mo Mingxuan's status and status, it can be said that he is currently the only famous Chinese painter who can be recognized in the Chinese painting industry and can be admired by foreigners.

And the Yu Jinghuan mentioned before is nothing more than his apprentice.

This time, Mo Mingxuan was repeatedly invited by Yan Jiade and finally took the time to come over and give advice to the juniors.

Who would have thought of breaking this embarrassing situation of old cows eating tender grass? !

Mo Mingxuan couldn't bear to stare, if he didn't care about his face, he was afraid that he would wave his sleeves and leave on the spot.

"Professor Yan! Have you forgotten the rules? You can't talk to the players casually during the game... You will be misjudged for cheating instead."

The judge Wu Zhen sighed helplessly.

Yan Jiade reluctantly glanced at the young man behind him, and muttered: "I am, I can't hold it back for a while."

Yan Jiade thought to himself, when the game is over, he must hold the teenager to ask.

The other judges didn't figure out the situation, and mistakenly thought that Yan Jiade was talking to the young boy because of his good looks.

Not to blame them for thinking too much, but because similar rumors in the circle are not uncommon recently.

Some elders of traditional Chinese painting, look serious, but they also support female college students behind their backs.

They are quite speechless.

I can't see that Professor Yan is so old and his private style is so evil.

But Wu Zhen did not. He and Yan Jiade got closer, but it was a little strange that Yan Jiade was devoting his heart to Fu Yi's academic research, not like someone who would easily talk to a beautiful teenager...There must be something tricky in it.

"Do you know that contestant?" Wu Zhen asked.

Yan Jiade shook his head and said, "I don't know."

He quickly added: "But you must know each other in the future."

Wu Zhen: "???"

Don't say such a misunderstanding, Professor Yan, it's terrible.

Wu Zhen's expression is subtle.

Several contestants close to Qi Linqing heard what Yan Jiade had just said.

They looked shocked.

What exactly did Qi Linqing drew? The judges couldn’t help but ask their ancestors on the spot...

Yu Lai was even more stunned, and the hand holding the pen holder trembled slightly.

【competition is over】

The mechanical female voice sounded, Yan Jiade couldn't help but stood up first with excitement.

Judges:? ? ?

Yan Jiade felt something was wrong, and coughed slightly, pretending to be calm and said:

"Let's go down and look at the painting."

The judges didn't think much, and stood up and walked down.

Yan Jiade took a detour, deliberately next to Mo Mingxuan, and whispered:

"Master Mo, you can pay special attention to that student later."

Mo Mingxuan looked in the direction that Yan Jiade pointed out, and saw the conspicuous handsome young man not far away, his face suddenly sinking.

What kind of system! Is he trying to disrupt justice because of his own desires?

Yan Jiade hadn't noticed the bad mood of Master Mo's black face. He was still immersed in the excitement of discovering the successor of Fu Yi 2.0.

the other side.

The judges are scoring the contestants in order.

The evaluation and review of the national competition are more stringent, and the judges shall conduct three rounds of selection from the divisions of lines, colors, and overall feeling of the picture before obtaining the average score.

The total score is still one hundred.

However, this time the elites of the provinces gathered, and the level of everyone was actually almost the same.

"Liu Shang, sixty-seven points."

"Wang Lin, seventy minutes."

"Gan Yishan, seventy-one points."

"..."

When Qi Linqing heard "Gan Yishan", he subconsciously raised his head and looked ahead.

The name is familiar, he remembers appearing in the novel.

Currently, Gan Yishan is the highest score of the game.

She has a beautiful appearance, has won the Ink Cup the year before, was in the newspaper, and then went to the entertainment industry to film.

She is one of the female partners in the original text.

"Yu Lai, seventy-three points."

"Gao Taiqing. Seventy-four points."

Gao Taiqing, a Chinese American, is the first?

Everyone cast envy and admiration on his side one after another.

Gao Taiqing himself was also very pleased when he heard it, and subconsciously straightened his back, with an arrogant posture.

He didn't shame his grandfather Gao Liangji.

The 200,000 bonus is also a lot of money for him.

At this moment, Gao Taiqing was full of honor, fame and fortune in his mind.

When Qi Linqing heard this, he was startled.

A little bit lost in my heart.

He just painted according to Yu Lai's standards, but Yu Lai only took second place.

In other words, there is a high probability that he only has a chance to be third.

He still missed that prize old brush.

At this time, the judges came over and stood in front of Qi Linqing's painting.

Because of the foresight, several judges at first saw his paintings somewhat casually.

In the next second, they suddenly widened their eyes, slightly stunned.

This boy's painting is actually far above the horizontal line.

Although (under Qi Linqing's deliberate suppression) some places are not too perfect, but the pen is more mature and mature than Gao Taiqing.

It turns out that they misunderstood.

Yan Jiade didn't try to look good as a young man, but his eyes were on the strength of the opponent.

The judges looked at each other and felt very embarrassed.

As for Yan Jiade, his expression suffocated when he saw this complete landscape ink painting with a small part of it unpainted.

Why is this young man able to use Fu Yi's hooking method so skillfully, but he hasn't finished painting it?

It's like seeing the meteors passing by in the sky, bright and bright but flashed by...

This kind of regret made Yan Jiade feel very depressed in his heart.

Obviously there is no time limit for the competition, but the other party did not finish the painting and said that he had finished painting.

Yan Jiade said he could not understand.

but.

He raised his head and looked at the young boy's face full of collagen for a moment. It is estimated that he is not more than 18 years old?

Also normal.

After all, they are still young and the future can be expected.

Yan Jiade patted Qi Linqing on the shoulder and said, "Young man, you are very talented."

Qi Linqing was also a little nervous. He really estimated that the appointment was not good enough to play, and in the end he simply vacated a small piece of color and left it unfilled, and he didn't know whether he could pass the level smoothly.

Mo Mingxuan looked at the painting in front of him, and his eyes flashed with surprise.

He glanced at Yan Jiade beside him, and he was ashamed.

I actually wanted to crooked...

"You painted really well." Mo Mingxuan praised.

Especially the dot and line technique used in the painting made Mo Mingxuan nod to himself in his heart. He remembered that this was where he was good at painting Saint Fu Yi.

The painting style of the boy in front of him is similar to that of Fu Yi Yin, no wonder Yan Jiade was only agitated for a while.

In response, Qi Linqing responded uniformly: "Thank you."

Mo Mingxuan: "And your brushwork is quite like a saint..."

It is a painting saint again.

How can Qi Linqing dare to compare with such a brilliant figure, and hurriedly said modestly: "Don't dare to be."

Mo Mingxuan hadn't finished speaking, "...Painting Saint Fu Yi."

Qi Linqing: "???"

Wait, isn't his name in the last life also Fu Yi...

There was a big crack in his always calm expression.

In the scoring session, several judges rushed to point out the uniqueness of this painting.

"The use of dot and line techniques is very novel."

"The close-up scenery of the landscape is very prominent, supplemented by the black and blue color processing, has become the most important part of the picture, and it is also the most exciting part. The distant view is lighter, but the line and surface with higher speed and higher pressure are used extremely vigorously. The composition, therefore, makes the painting feel particularly sharp, bright and subtle."

"Unique and creative."

"Hey, it's a pity that the coloring has not been completed. This is the biggest failure of this painting."

"If the colors can keep up, the dot-and-line technique will be a magical touch."

"For this kid's age, it's pretty good."

In the end, the score they discussed was ninety points.

Mo Mingxuan opened the mouth and said, "Add another five points, ninety-five."

Yan Jiade also nodded. Qi Linqing really deserves this score.

He even wanted to give him full marks for Fu Yi's face.

"Z province Qi Linqing, ninety-five points!"

As soon as the score came out, it caused an uproar in the audience.

Gao Taiqing, Wang Lin, Yu Lai and others were in a trance.

This guy who was ignored by them from beginning to end turned out to be the biggest black horse.

The internet reviews misunderstood me.

Isn't Qi Linqing planning to enter the entertainment industry in the future? Why is his painting skills so great...

Everyone is incredible.

Good-looking and so talented!

Netizens are afraid that they are all blind, so he was so black before!

The author has something to say: If there is no accident in the future, it will resume at 9pm and update the TVT.

Thank you reader Luo Ye Qingcheng for throwing a mine~~~