Supreme Ares Daddy

Chapter 469 Who do you say is inferior to others?

Everyone couldn't believe their ears when they said this.

Mr. Zhang was always sitting on a chair, watching all this intently, and even wanted to see Guan Qianjun's jokes.

Who made this kid so arrogant!
Hearing this, he gasped and stood up abruptly!
Pointing at Guan Qianjun fiercely!
Shout out! !
"Are you kidding me? Do you know that the splashing of ink is not just casually? It also pays attention to art. If you splash it casually, if you splash it too much, or too little, the direction of the splashing is wrong!"

"It will affect the painting and affect the color matching!"

"Affects everything!!"

Guan Qianjun shook his head, and said lazily: "It's useless to tell you too much, if you don't want to come and help me splash ink, then I'll find someone else, who will?"

Everyone looked at each other.

What Mr. Zhang said just now is indeed very correct.

Whether it is brewing ink into a painting or brewing ink into characters, splashing ink is a key part.

Especially the ink into a painting!
A little bit wrong, what is drawn is a mess.

Even Zha Liangyong carefully looked left and right when he was splashing ink, he dared not to spill the ink, this guy!

To make people splash casually?
Old Mr. Zhang became angry, pointed at him and said, "Okay, you boy! I'll see how capable you are, I can do it if I want, and I can do whatever I want, but if you lose—"

"Don't blame me for splashing the wrong ink!"

He strode over, picked up the ink fountain, and splashed it on the big rice paper a few times.

this splash...

It's almost as if a mouse was covered in ink and rolled a few times on it, which is very ugly.

Obviously, if you want to start, no matter the composition or coloring, it will be a mess.

Mr. Zhang looked at Guan Qianjun coldly, and said loudly: "Really! If you have the ability to draw a decent picture in my splashed ink—"

"I'll sweep the floor for you! I'll mop the floor for you! I'll clean the windows for you!!"

The boss from this provincial capital spoke very seriously without any ambiguity.

Obviously true!
It's still the kind of truth that promises everything!

Guan Qianjun nodded: "Okay, I will prepare brooms, mops, rags and so on for you."

These words made Mr. Zhang so angry that he burned more than half of his soul and seven souls.

He turned around and looked at Cha Liangyong!

"Master Zha! Come on! I am optimistic about you! You will definitely be able to do it!!"

Zha Liangyong took a deep breath and silently recited more than ten lines of Amitabha, finally calming down a little.

He spilled the ink carefully.

For this comparison, Mr. Zhang laughed and said: "From the way Master Zha splashes ink, we know that he is an expert in the middle. This splash is just right, and it will definitely produce a peerless painting!"

"And you!"

"Just wait for failure, wait for a hand to be cut off!"

As he spoke, he pointed at Guan Qianjun.

This time, Guan Tianjun and Zha Liang never hid in the small room to paint, but in front of everyone.

quickly!

Most people were attracted by Zha Liangyong's paintings.

Especially Mr. Zhang, who watched and applauded.

"Okay! As expected, I am the Master Zha I admire the most. The ink marks that were originally ordinary, after being tickled by you a few times, suddenly turned into a three-dimensional green mountain..."

"A few more strokes of this pen, and a stream of water will emerge..."

"It's amazing! This is simply a magic pen!"

Everyone looked at and nodded, praising endlessly.

Master Zha is indeed very capable, and the ink that he seems to throw out casually has a lot of meaning.

Where he splashed more, he outlined green hills or dense jungles.

The ones that are splashed less become rivers, grasslands and weeping willows...

There are still a few small dots, only the size of ants. He changed to a very thin brush, and after a few touches, he turned into a woodcutter on the mountain, a fisherman on the water, and a child grazing on the bank...

Everyone was full of praise.

suddenly!

Old Mr. Zhang laughed out loud.

The laughter was also full of sarcasm.

Cha Liangyong, who was originally concentrating on painting, couldn't help turning his head to look over.

Immediately, I almost sprayed my saliva on the rice paper.

I see!

Guan Qianjun was just scribbling there.

The ink Mr. Zhang spilled on it casually just now, he seems to have wiped it even more casually, until it is out of shape.

If that barely looks like anything.

It must be the dark clouds accumulated in the sky, the dark clouds that are about to rain.

"This kid, he's a lunatic. He can't draw at all. I suspect that he didn't draw the second character. Maybe he used a trick of stealing! Stealing the sky!"

"Yes! I seriously doubt that he can't draw. Children are better than him. How could he splash ink like this? He thought he was sweeping the floor?"

"Haha! This description is too appropriate. I feel that this guy is just sweeping the floor on rice paper. What kind of mess is this drawn!"

"He's lost! In the end, there's still no way to compare with Master Zha!"

……

Mr. Zhang shook his head again and again, his sarcasm was beyond words.

"Boy, you are either a fool or a lunatic. Look at what you draw. If I just dip some ink on the sole of my shoe or step on the paper a few times, it is better than your drawing!"

The people around even roared with laughter.

Cha Liangyong also completely calmed down, feeling that he was sure to win.

After 10 minutes, draw, draw.

This is a "Mountain Fun Picture", which not only has the mystery of "horizontally viewed as mountains and sideways as peaks, with different heights from near and far", but also has the magnificence of seeing all the small mountains at a glance, which makes people feel refreshed and happy.

Mr. Zhang clapped his hands again and again: "Good! That's great! Looking at this painting, I seem to see a vast world slowly unfolding in front of me. The mountains and rivers are wonderful!"

Then, everyone looked at Guan Qianjun again.

He seems to have finished painting, just standing there, admiring his painting with his hands behind his back.

The paintings he draws are similar to what Mr. Zhang said just now——

His shoes are stained with ink, and even a few steps on the rice paper look better than this.

Someone used these words to mock Guan Qianjun, causing everyone around to laugh.

Zha Liangyong smiled even more sinisterly, staring at Guan Tianjun very maliciously.

"You said that if you lose two matches, even if you only lose one match, you will be considered as a loser. So, do you want to chop off your right hand now?"

talking!

There was also infinite evil spirit on his face.

Guan Qianjun was a little surprised: "Did I lose? Where did I lose?"

Say it!
The people around pointed at him even more fiercely, and some people simply cursed, scolding Guan Qianjun is completely trying to renege on his debt, he obviously lost, how could he not lose?

Compare these two paintings!

Even a three-year-old can tell which picture is completely dominant!
Which painting is simply a child's graffiti, not even a child's graffiti.

Guan Qianjun shook his head and chuckled: "If you have eyes, you don't see gold and jade, if you have eyes, you don't see Mount Tai, you see people as inferior!"

Mr. Zhang suddenly slapped the table and scolded loudly!

"What did you say? You said that whoever sees people as inferior, are you looking for death?"

(End of this chapter)