Magical skills, picture in picture

After being slapped in the face for the first time, Wei Zhiyan learned a lot.

"Yes."

Wei Chen quickly shut up.

Qin Ying pulled out the cork, and a clear and mellow aroma of wine spread out. He walked to the painting and smiled mysteriously:

"Next, it's time to witness a miracle!"

He raised his head and took a gulp, then sprayed it hard on the top of the drawing board, and the strong wine turned into fine mist and scattered in the air.

Under this golden sunlight, it was like a shower of divine water from heaven, with a radiance that made people tremble.

Everyone was confused by Qin Ying's strange behavior.

But, the next moment.

"Ah! Look at that painting!"

A scream made countless eyes gather on the painting again, and then, faces solidified like petrified, men and women, young and old, with different personalities and genders, but at this moment, their expressions were truly completely consistent.

Not only them, but even the usually majestic Han Emperor seemed to have seen the most shocking scene in his life. The darkness in his deep eyes disappeared, and an emotion called ecstasy completely occupied his eyes, and he kept jumping in joy.

"Oh my God..." Wei Zhiyan was dumbfounded.

Her eyes were completely sluggish the moment she touched the painting.

Ling Daoxuan, who was always serious, was also completely distracted. After a brief shock, his eyes began to become more and more lonely. He slowly lowered his head and said no more words.

He knew that he had lost.

In front of this painting, he completely lost.

...

In the sun, the aroma of wine filled the air, and the crude work that was sneered at by everyone had undergone incredible changes.

The originally rough

lines actually began to become smooth and perfect like a miracle, making the beauty in the painting flesh and blood.

After that, the colors slowly appeared, like a magic trick. At the same time as the colors appeared, other scenes in the painting began to appear in order.

The ancient alley, the drizzle, the lilac, and the beauty holding a red oil-paper umbrella in one hand, the white jade-like palm gently stretched out to catch a piece of lilac flowers that were blown away by the wind and wet by the rain, and also caught the raindrops that naturally slid down the edge of the umbrella.

And in the raindrops, the woman and all the surrounding scenery were reflected, making people feel for a moment that this was not a painting, but a real beauty walking through the rain alley.

Everyone in the painting world knows that reflections have always been the most common, but also the most difficult to depict clearly. At this time, the details of this painting are amazing.

What makes people most addicted is the half face exposed under the umbrella.

Not bad!

Qin Ying did not paint the facial features at all, but covered most of her face with an umbrella, revealing only the delicate white neck and chin, and only cherry-like lips can be seen a little higher.

The lips were particularly attractive, as if the woman was half-smiling, about to speak but not quite. Unconsciously, a faint sadness was brewing.

Everyone knew that this must be a very beautiful woman.

But she couldn't see her true face, which made people imagine endlessly and itchy in their hearts.

Rain alley, red umbrella, flying flowers, beauty's sorrow.

Such a mood simply sublimated the whole painting, making people calm down and fall into the beauty of the painting, unable to extricate themselves for a long time.

Is this really a painting?

They would rather believe that this is a beautiful woman they saw with their own eyes, she was walking through the rain alley with sorrow in her heart.

No one knew what she was worried about, and no one knew where she was going. Everyone's eyes were only fixed on the figure holding an umbrella and catching flowers in the drizzle.

She was hesitant and mysterious, sad and beautiful.

This mood has even affected everyone's thoughts.

Even they seemed to be in the rain, and a long loneliness inexplicably surged in their hearts.

Qin Ying silently drank a mouthful of strong liquor, and the strong liquor went down his throat, and he was the only one who was not affected by the artistic conception of the painting.

The changes in the painting were all within his expectations.

The principle is very simple.

It is similar to the wordless book.

The hidden mystery can only be seen under certain conditions.

Sunlight and strong liquor are the two major conditions.

Cai Jingzhong's special ink, coupled with his extraordinary painting skills, presents this kind of magical visual impact.

Ling Daoxuan also used this kind of ink.

Unfortunately, he never thought that ink could be used in this way.

However, the most amazing thing is not just that.

Qin Ying took out another pot of clear water, held it in his mouth and sprayed it on the painting.

The next moment, the rain alley was blurred.

The magical scene once again attracted countless eyes.

The deep rain alley of sorrow began to melt, and was replaced by another scene.

Sunshine, white clouds, clear riverside, there is a beautiful woman standing in the wind, the breeze blows her hair, and the river water ripples countlessly.

This woman is completely different from the girl in the rain alley before. She is only about fifteen or sixteen years old, but her facial features are clearly displayed in front of everyone. Her eyes are as clear as the clear spring in the mountain stream, conveying emotions, and her slightly pursed light red lips are delicate and charming.

"Ah... this, isn't this me?" Ling Xiruo covered her face shyly.

The girl was panicked when she suddenly saw herself appear in the painting.

She never thought that Qin Ying would actually draw her in.

Qin Ying clapped his hands vigorously, pulling everyone's thoughts back, and said with a smile: "This is a painting within a painting. The first painting is a rain alley. The color ink reacts to the strong liquor and shows its true appearance, but it will disappear again after it touches the water."

"And the second painting uses another kind of ink, which will only show up after it touches the water and has no reaction to the strong liquor. Therefore, everyone can see that although it is the same piece of paper, it can draw two completely different paintings."

Hearing Qin Ying's explanation, the whole audience burst into an uproar.

"There is a painting within a painting. This kind of painting method has never been seen before, it is simply unheard of! It is really eye-opening."

This time, the one who praised it was the Han Emperor Qin Mu.

The powerful voice fully represents the mood at the moment.

"There is such a painting method in the world? I have lived for most of my life, but I have only seen the world from a narrow perspective."

"It is unbelievable. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have believed that there is such a painting in the world."

"One piece of paper, two paintings... and it can be presented in such an extremely magical way, heaven! Only heaven can do it!"

"I am the fool... Alas, if I had known that the Ninth Prince had such a magical skill, what else would I compete with? I would have humiliated myself."

Half of those generous praises came from the Wei State delegation.

The old minister of the Wei State who had mocked Qin Ying the most fiercely before was now ashamed of himself, his old face blushed, and he wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Wei Zhiyan was in a very complicated mood, and her beautiful eyes stared deeply at Qin Ying. Unconsciously, her palm was too hard, and her nails pierced the flesh, bleeding.