Supreme Ares Daddy

Chapter 470: Supreme Divine Painting

When Mr. Zhang said this, Zha Liangyong became excited.

"Xiaoguan, you can't be so unqualified as a person. Mr. Zhang is a high-ranking official from the provincial capital. He can almost be called an extremely human minister. How dare you say that about him?"

"Are you really arrogant to the point of lawlessness? I think you are blind!"

The people around applauded loudly, saying that what Master Zha said was very correct.

This guy is blind!

Guan Qianjun sneered coldly: "It's not me who is blind, but you. If I say that my painting is definitely better than Zha Liangyong's, but you don't believe me, I can prove it—"

"So!!"

"You! Should you all slap yourself?"

"It means that you really have dog eyes?"

As he spoke, he looked at Mr. Zhang intentionally or unintentionally.

Mr. Zhang is simply furious!

He pointed heavily at Guan Qianjun: "Okay, I'll just say this to you! Boy, if you can really prove that your messy painting is better than Master Cha's—"

"Even if it's only one percent better than him, I'll slap myself immediately!"

"But if not, you're going to slap yourself a hundred times!"

"Even if you don't shake it off, my people will hold you down, and they will shake it off!"

The people around applauded even more, exaggerating that the old man was too wise.

Do it, absolutely! !

People like Guan Qianjun, who are truly blind, should be taught a lesson.

Guan Qianjun calmly smiled and nodded.

Then, he picked up a bottle of Nongfu Spring from the side and took a sip.

Cha Liangyong was still sneering.

"What's the matter? Panicked? You want to drink some water to calm your emotions. No matter how hard you try, it's useless. If you lose, you lose. Don't..."

Before I finished speaking, there was a sudden pop!
Guan Qianjun actually sprayed that saliva on the messy painting he just drew.

Among the crowd, someone immediately laughed.

"Did you see it? He's panicking now. When Master Zha said that, he was so angry that he spewed water!"

Zha Liangyong also sneered: "Boy, you can't help being scared, but the matter has come to this point, you should feel regret, and you have to face the reality, even if you spit more—"

"I can't wash away the humiliation you caused to yourself, so hurry up and cut off one of your hands!"

"Of course, before cutting it off, slap yourself a hundred times! Mr. Zhang, don't you think so?"

He turned his head to look at the senior official from the provincial capital next to him, but was suddenly taken aback.

I see!

Old Mr. Zhang's eyes turned into hooks, staring wide open, staring at something on the table without blinking.

He also shook his head slightly: "Impossible... How could this happen, I really don't believe it... I really can't believe what I saw, have you all seen it? How could it be like this?"

As he spoke, he took off his reading glasses and rubbed his eyes vigorously.

I took the glasses back again, but!

Continue to look carefully, still full of shock.

even!

Only more shocking! !

He also murmured: "God, I seem to feel... I... I have become... I have become that fisherman fishing in the river, there is a kind of..."

"It feels like fishing the snow in the cold river alone!"

"I have become a fisherman... Snowflakes are falling everywhere, everything is bleak, but it is fascinating..."

Saying that, he closed his eyes slightly again.

Open your hands to the left and right, with a face full of intoxication.

It almost makes people think that this old gentleman has suddenly gone crazy.

And everyone followed his gaze.

All of a sudden, everyone's faces were dull.

I saw an incredible thing appear on the desktop.

Guan Qianjun's painting was originally chaotic, like many footprints stepped on it, and it looked like a bastard tortoise crawling around. There was nothing to see at all, let alone any aesthetic feeling.

but!
His saliva spouted suddenly, and the ink melted.

It turned into deep and shallow ink marks with infinite mystery, layer upon layer, forming a very magnificent and fantastic picture.

In this picture, the dark ink forms dense jungles, but these jungles are obviously bare, obviously this is winter.

All things wither.

all of a sudden!

It gives people a sense of infinite bleakness.

And between the jungles, there is another piece of sparkling lake water, the lake water looks very clear, but also looks very deep, and the surface of the lake is still glowing with fine white light.

Clearly crushed ice.

At this time, the sky is filled with countless snowflakes, misty.

In the middle of the lake, there was a fishing boat, an old fisherman wearing a bamboo hat, who was supposed to be sitting there, and now——

Holding the fishing rod with both hands.The body also leaned forward slightly, as if about to stand up.

The fishing rod in his hand was slightly bent. Although he didn't see the fish, he vividly interpreted it!

Any fish will jump out of the water!

People can't help but feel tense.

Totally hooked.

I really want to see how big the fish jumped out of the lake.

All of this is outlined with black ink, deep and shallow.

Although the color is very dull, layers of layers form a very three-dimensional feeling.

The main thing!
It's that kind of momentum! !
When people look at it, they feel chills all over their bodies, as if the scene in the painting is about to spread from the rice paper to the surroundings.

A chilly aura swept over everyone, vaguely present.

Everyone was stunned, unable to recover for a long time.

Even including Cha Liang Yong.

Everyone didn't know how long they had been watching, all of them were dull-eyed and distracted.

They are all trapped in the situation, unable to extricate themselves.

All of them were the same as the old Mr. Zhang just now, feeling as if they had become that old fisherman.

Some who like to fish even stretch out their hands in the air, even grabbing a fishing rod and pulling it hard, as if they can dig that big fish out of the water.

This is clearly a fishing enthusiast.

There were also people who spread out their arms and kept spinning around in place.

He looked up at the sky and murmured: "What a beautiful snowflake, I have never seen such a beautiful snowflake before, so beautiful...so beautiful!"

Some people suddenly shouted hysterically, as if they were standing in an open and boundless mountain, expressing their hearts to their heart's content.

Li Quanyang was the first to wake up. He suddenly turned his head and looked at Guan Qianjun with surprise on his face!
He murmured, "This...how did this happen? Guan Ye, why did you spray a sip of water, and this messy ink turned into a..."

"Such... such a magical painting? Even I almost fell into it."

"This painting... this painting is really a magic painting!"

Guan Qianjun smiled lightly, and didn't tell the bewildered Li Quanyang that his saliva was mixed with the essence of heaven and earth!
The aura of the sun and the moon!

Contains a very mysterious skill.

Plus some special feats!
and so!
Just spraying it out produces such a wonderful effect.

In an instant, it was as if the three souls and seven souls of a person had been seduced.

Li Quanyang's words made Mr. Zhang suddenly startled.

When he turned his head violently, his cervical vertebrae clicked!
He looked at Guan Qianjun in shock! !

(End of this chapter)