From this angle on the hillside, one can take in the entire panorama of White Dragon Village at a glance.
Bai Shutong was in the midst of painting White Dragon Village and had completed about half its scale at this point.
Bai Shutong’s painting skills were indeed quite remarkable.
However, what astonished Zhang Xiaoshan wasn’t how intricate the painting was, but rather that in his eyes, it seed like it had been dissected. Zhang Xiaoshan could even deduce how Bai Shutong had made each stroke, where the first and second strokes were placed.
He could even decipher every line.
"Does the Heavenly Dragon Divine Eye have this ability?"
Zhang Xiaoshan was sowhat surprised. If he could magnify this ability, could he deconstruct his opponent’s martial arts?
"You’re pressing down too hard with your brush—the lines are sowhat stiff, and your technique doesn’t vary. It’s like printwork. If it were softer, it would probably be more flavorful."
Zhang Xiaoshan squatted next to Bai Shutong, watching and offering his comnts.
Bai Shutong was gradually growing impatient.
"My grandfather is a famous calligrapher and painter who has taught to paint since I was little. I’ve even won a provincial first prize. What do you know as a dical student?"
"If you’re so talkative, you try."
Bai Shutong pushed the drawing board toward Zhang Xiaoshan.
She ant to deliberately make things difficult for Zhang Xiaoshan, to deflate his ego.
But Zhang Xiaoshan actually took the drawing board and casually picked up a brush from nearby.
"Giggle."
"You don’t even know how to hold a brush, and you dare to criticize ?"
Bai Shutong laughed as she watched Zhang Xiaoshan’s movents with the brush.
"I just like this posture," Zhang Xiaoshan retorted.
"What if I draw sothing now and it turns out better than yours? What then?"
"What do you say then?"
"Well, I say..."
Zhang Xiaoshan’s gaze swept over Bai Shutong’s charming figure, finally settling on her proud chest.
"Then you let have a feel."
"Have you no sha?"
Accustod to interaction with well-dressed urban youths, Bai Shutong was having her first in-depth encounter with a young man of Zhang Xiaoshan’s ruffian style and found herself completely unguarded.
"Afraid? Never mind then. I won’t paint."
Zhang Xiaoshan placed the drawing board on the ground.
"Oh..."
Bai Shutong’s eyes flickered, and she said conceitedly,
"I think you just can’t paint, so you ca up with this shaless proposition hoping to bluff your way through. But you won’t fool . Alright, I accept your condition. If your painting is better than mine, I’ll let you touch, but if you can’t paint, then you must apologize sincerely to ."
"Deal," Zhang Xiaoshan said eagerly, afraid Bai Shutong might change her mind.
He imdiately picked up the tools and started creating with vigorous flourishes.
He worked so swiftly that Bai Shutong could not even discern the specific lines Zhang Xiaoshan was drawing.
One minute later, Bai Shutong was completely dumbfounded.
Her face rigid, her breathing stalled, her gaze filled with shock.
Two minutes later, sweat trickled down her forehead. Her enchanting body trembled slightly, and her chest rose and fell intensely, her shock was beyond asure.
By now, the scope of Zhang Xiaoshan’s painting had surpassed hers. She had spent half an hour, while Zhang Xiaoshan only two minutes?
Five minutes later.
Zhang Xiaoshan finished his painting and stood up.
Taking a deep breath,
"Isn’t this just a matter of grasping the essentials? Co on, take a look."
He shoved the drawing board in front of Bai Shutong.
Bai Shutong was utterly stunned.
The landscape of the village half painted by both artists reflected that Bai Shutong’s rendition was accurate but stiff. Zhang Xiaoshan’s version, however, was much more lifelike.
Especially the White Dragon River in front of the village.
In the scroll, the river seed to flow, even the splashes on the surface were vividly depicted.
Seeing this painting, her half felt rigid and lifeless, while Zhang Xiaoshan’s strokes were so vivid that it made one feel as if they were actually there.
"This, this is impossible."
"Even my grandfather can’t paint to this level."
Bai Shutong held the painting, her eyes filled with disbelief.
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