WebNovel Chapter 407 The finishing touch
Chapter 407 The finishing touch
"Sorry, give me a moment, give me a moment." Lu Tao left the crowd and walked to the front to see what kind of dragon Chen Mu could draw.
Don't worry, when the time comes, your skills will not be good enough, and you will not be able to draw a dragon. Instead, you will turn into a snake and make people laugh.
Even though the topic selection was not as good as Chen Mu's, Lu Tao was still confident that he could surpass Chen Mu by relying on his talent for painting since childhood.
In Lu Tao's eyes, this is a sure-win situation!
But gradually, as Chen Mu moved his pen and ink, more details of the dragon were added.
The corners of Lu Tao's proud mouth slowly dropped.
In fact, with just the first few strokes, Lu Tao concluded that there was a huge gap between his and Chen Mu's painting skills.
Precisely because Lu Tao's skill in painting is high enough, it is easier for him to see the depth of Chen Mu's skills than other people who join in the fun!
When Zhao Wen and the others saw this, they couldn't sit still.
Realizing that if this continues, the reputation that the Four Talents have finally accumulated will be destroyed sooner or later.
Thanks to the big shots, women approach them because they are interested in the title of Four Talents.
If they lose this title, they will become useless scholars in the eyes of everyone.
Thinking of this, Zhao Wen picked up a small flowerpot, trying to sneak into the crowd and splash water to destroy Chen Mu's painting.
However, it is easy to get out but difficult to get in.
After squeezing for a long time, I just couldn't squeeze in.
"It's done." Chen Mu also put away his pen.
"Good! What a powerful and domineering dragon!"
"This dragon looks like it has come alive."
"Yes, these scales, this dragon head, these sharp claws, just looking at them makes people's hearts tremble!"
"Compared with the four talented people, in terms of talent, they are completely beaten."
"..." After hearing the word "Wanshu" and seeing what Chen Mu said, even Lu Tao, who was the leader of the Four Talents, lost the confidence to refute.
At this time, the more you refute, the more it looks like a joke.
"What's the point of not adding the finishing touch?" Zhao Wen saw that his plan didn't work, so he had to put down the vase, drive with all his strength, and finally squeezed in.
"Is it possible that you want to admit defeat in this way? Do you know that your painting skills are not as good as ours, Mr. Lu?"
Hearing this, Lu Tao, as the master himself, couldn't help but blush, and wanted to catch Zhao Wen and tell him to stop talking.
"Click your eyes. What if the dragon comes to life and scares you to death?" Chen Mu asked seriously.
"..." Zhao Wen was stunned.
Immediately, he couldn't help but laugh out loud, "When someone compliments you, you still take it seriously. It's just a painting. If you put some eyes on it, the dragon can come back to life? What a fool's errand."
"In my opinion, this person is probably a lunatic." Zhao Wen frantically threw dirty water on Chen Mu.
The idea is simple, 'Since I can't win you, then I will destroy you with my own hands in front of everyone!Let you end up defeated! '
Zhao Wen knew very well how to shake Chen Mu's image among everyone.
"It's really too exaggerated. No matter how similar it is, it's just a painting after all."
"He concentrated on studying poetry and painting. He has got rid of his own inner demons!"
"Poor, poor man."
"Hey..." Chen Mu sighed, speechless.
'To tell the truth these days, why doesn't anyone believe it? '
"Are you sure you want me to click on your eyes?" he asked again and again.
"If you click, if you don't click, you will be a broken dragon. You have to lose!" Zhao Wen said forcefully.
Ye Qingcheng couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to rush up and slap this shameless villain Zhao Wen away.
Chen Mu raised his hand and blocked Ye Qingcheng.
He didn't want her to lower her status by attacking Zhao Wen.
Chen Mu picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and with a few easy strokes, added eyes to the dragon in the painting.
Immediately, he put the picture facing outside the ship and hung it up.
"So, why isn't your dragon alive yet?" Zhao Wen couldn't wait to see Chen Mu get into trouble.
Everyone also stared with wide eyes, thinking of a miracle.
Just when Zhao Wen wanted to continue to mock Chen Mu.
There was a roar of a dragon, and the sound waves rolled in, causing people to fall back one after another and the ship to shake violently.
"What's going on? Is this roaring sound a dragon?"
"Could it be that the dragon in the painting is really resurrected?"
"Who are you going to see?"
"Whoever wants to go, I don't believe it."
As soon as these words were spoken, a dragon as black as ink rushed out from the rice paper.
The body is getting bigger at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it keeps getting bigger!
Finally, it transformed into a thousand-foot giant dragon, hovering above the ships.
It was so powerful that all the ships were shaken and swayed, as if they might capsize at any time.
"Dragon! Really, there really is a dragon running out of the flower!"
"Incredible! It's incredible!"
"Is there such a thing in the world?"
"Impossible! You must be playing some trick. How can you draw a real dragon with a pen? A dragon is a sacred beast, a semi-god!" Zhao Wen climbed up from the ground with difficulty, his legs trembling.
Despite this, he still insisted, "A blind trick! It must be a blind trick. Everyone, please clean your eyes with water."
After listening to Zhao Wen's words, everyone also felt that the possibility of a deception was very high.
A real dragon can emerge from a painting, which is strange no matter how you think about it.
Take out the kettle, pour the water into the palm of your hand, and wash your eyes constantly.
Didn't work once?Then wash it twice.
Didn't work twice?Then wash it three times!
If it doesn’t work three times, then...
Finally, everyone clearly discovered that no matter how many times they were washed, the picture in front of them was always the same.
The Molong was still entrenched in the sky above his head, and countless people knelt on the ground, begging for the Dragon God's blessing.
Mo Long slowly moved towards the boat where Chen Mu was, lowered his head and looked at Chen Mu.
Although he didn't speak, the sound reached everyone's ears on the lake.
"Xiaolong pays homage to the master." Molong said in a surrendering manner.
"Lord, Master?!"
"Did I hear wrongly? The dragon actually called him master."
"You just heard it wrong, but we can't all hear it wrong, right?"
"Using a pen to draw a holy beast and making it come alive on the drawing paper. What kind of secret technique is this!"
"Could he be a god from heaven? Apart from gods, I really can't think of anyone else who can do such a thing."
"Lord Dragon God, please accept my worship!"
……
Zhao Wen, who had bitten him to death earlier, could not draw a real dragon and everything was an illusion. After sitting on a nail tree, the pain was so intense that he no longer doubted what he saw.
Accepting reality, the dragon painted by Chen Mu really came to life.
"Why did the majestic Holy Dragon succumb to a small human race?" Zhao Wen whispered.
Hearing this, Mo Long stretched out a beard and wrapped it tightly around Zhao Wen.
"Ah! Save me! Save me! Don't, don't kill me!"
"You will be killed without mercy for insulting my lord!" Mo Long's stance was very firm.
He opened the dragon's mouth and threw Zhao Wen in as a filling.
"You guys have lost!" Ye Qingcheng stood up, no longer hiding his strength, and unleashed his imperial power.
'Great, Great Emperor? ! '
Everyone quickly knelt down and saluted.