Chapter Ten: Divine Skill

  However, the threat behind Chen Pingting made Yan Feng very dissatisfied. If Yan Feng really didn't know anything about painting techniques and just boasted, that would be fine. But he had just inadvertently told the truth. Since you're forcing me like this, I can only show some real skills!

  Yan Feng thought for a moment and looked at Chen Pei Ting, saying: "I'm just telling the truth."

  Yan Feng said, taking a few steps forward, and directly picked up a blank painting paper from Zhao An's desk. Then he looked at Chen Pei Ting and said: "These paintings, choose one."

  Having heard Yan Feng's words, Chen Pingting's disdainful expression became even more apparent. She said: "You want to compare with our teacher? Fine! I'll give you this opportunity. If you lose, immediately kowtow and apologize to my teacher!"

  Yan Feng listened and said lightly, "Okay, but what if I win?" Chen Pei Ting heard this and directly said, "That's impossible! But if you win, I'll kowtow to apologize to you!"

  Yan Feng listened and directly said: "Good!"

  Chen Pei-ting, on the other hand, chose a painting of a majestic tiger from Zhao An's collection. The original work was by Master He Xiangning, and Zhao An had copied it, capturing about 30% of its essence. It gave people a slight sense of the tiger's majesty.

  Yan Feng had just looked at these pictures, and the artistic conception could infer nine points of the original painting's artistic conception. The remaining one point was He Xiangning's own emotions, which Yan Feng couldn't infer, but he could fully express this nine-point artistic conception, and even improve it by another point.

  But that would lose a bit of the original flavor, and such a painting could only be created by someone truly worthy of being called an artist. Although it's not entirely clear, Yang Feng knew that if he painted like that, it would shock the world, so he decided to paint a nine-out-of-ten atmosphere picture instead.

  Yan Feng immediately began to paint, and Master Zhao An had a broad mind. Even if Yan Feng evaluated his painting like that, he didn't have any dissatisfaction. On the contrary, he was somewhat dissatisfied with his own disciple's performance. However, he was very curious about Yan Feng and wanted to see what kind of painting Yan Feng could produce, so he didn't stop him. Yan Feng started painting using Master Zhao An's brush and his own imagination of the "Roaring Tiger" painting. Yan Feng's brushstrokes were very fast.

  Four disciples had a hint of disdain in their eyes, and at the beginning, Zhao An's eyes also had a hint of confusion. Chinese painting is generally created with a calm and peaceful mind, slowly bringing out the desired effect. Painting so quickly, can you really bring out what needs to be expressed?

  However, as Yan Feng painted, the five of them quieted down, and their original disdain also disappeared. At this moment, what the four of them were thinking about was the feeling of Yan Feng's current painting, just like their teacher.

  And their teacher, Master Zhao An, was thinking the same way. The feeling that Yan Feng gave people when he painted was very similar to his master, the real painter He Xiangning. Had this young man in his early twenties already reached that level? Master Zhao looked at Yan Feng painting with incredulity.

  Ten minutes later, the tiger was almost complete, only missing a pair of eyes. Next, Yanfeng swung his hands and the brush in his hand fell, as the ancient saying goes "painting a dragon and dotting its eyes", today it was painting a tiger and dotting its eyes. The moment the tiger's eyes were painted by Yanfeng, the big lion felt a sense of threat and barked loudly at the portrait.

  Zhao An, Chen Pinting, Yao Yao and others clearly heard the fierce and powerful tiger's roar by their ears, and the old tiger on the painting seemed to be about to pounce out. The five people involuntarily took a step back, it was just a painting, but it was like a real tiger had arrived, such painting skills are unparalleled!

  At this time, the large lion dog seemed to be furious with the painting. It jumped up and pounced on the wall, directly tearing apart the tiger's roar picture that Yan Feng had just painted! Although it was only a painting torn into pieces, if there were professional dog breeders here, they would probably exclaim in surprise. Because Yan Feng's painting completely captured the aura and roar of the tiger, which is not much different from having a real tiger placed there. An ordinary fierce dog would probably run away with its tail between its legs, but this large lion dog dared to charge forward, showing just how powerful it was!

  Master Zhao An and others were one by one angrily looking at the big lion dog, what they regretted was the artistic value of this painting. As soon as it was finished, they heard the tiger's roar and felt the momentum of the fierce tiger. It is absolutely a role that can be called a master of the painting world that can paint such a picture!

  But such a masterpiece was actually torn to shreds by a dog, and the five of them, being fans of traditional Chinese painting, were naturally very dissatisfied with the big lion dog. The big lion dog saw this and also lowered its head, but the eyes of these five people seemed to be staring at it as if they wanted to eat it, which was even more terrifying than that old tiger!

  Yan Feng saw it and stroked his large lion dog, then said: "My painting was torn to shreds by it, how about we call our bet a draw?"

  Upon hearing Yan Feng's words, Chen Pingting's face turned slightly red. Although she was the mayor's daughter and had been dissatisfied with Yao Yao, who had always suppressed her.

  However, she was not an unreasonable person. After seeing Yan Feng's paintings and her teacher's expression, she had already determined that Yan Feng's painting skills were above her own teacher's. So when he said his teacher's works were ordinary, it was completely reasonable, but for herself to speak out of turn like this was simply unreasonable and brainless.

  Now, Yan Feng has directly turned the must-win game into a draw, it can be seen that his mind is broad-minded. In front of him, he looks like a young man who is not much younger than himself, whether it's painting skills or character, they are all at the master level. At this moment, Chen Pinting was convinced and bowed slightly, saying: "Master, I'm sorry for my mistake, I apologize to you."

  Although he didn't kneel down, being able to bow was already not bad. Zhao An looked at Yan Feng with excitement and asked: "May I ask who your master is? Which family or sect are you a high-ranking member of?" Yan Feng listened and slightly shook his head, saying: "There is no sect."

  Upon hearing Yan Feng's words, Zhao An's eyes revealed a hint of disappointment and he said: "If the master won't tell us, then forget it."

  Yan Feng felt uncomfortable all over, being called "master" by an elderly person and still being so respectful, yet he couldn't even answer one of his questions, it was really a bit inhumane.

  Yao Yao also said discontentedly: "My master asked you, how dare you not answer?"

  Yan Feng listened, picked up the brush again, and casually painted two small birds. However, these two small birds gave people a completely different feeling and style. One small bird was warm and gentle, with smooth brushstrokes, while the other small bird was rustic and vivid. Yao Yao became even more dissatisfied, saying: "My master asked you a question, what do you mean by painting two birds?"