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Chapter 91 The structure is all wrong

Looking at the picture of roaring tigers and mountains and forests on the desk, everyone praised it.

Shen He had a smile on his face. Even he nodded with satisfaction from time to time when looking at the painting he had just completed.

"It's ridiculous to praise me, I just learned a little bit from my father. I don't deserve to be called the number one painter in southern Xinjiang."

He cupped his fists in salute and said this, but his face could not hide the arrogant look.

Of course, the seven or eight talented players on the field were not dissatisfied because of this.

Each one had flowers on their lips, surrounding Shen He like stars holding the moon.

There is no way, the Shen family can be called a well-known aristocracy in Dayun.

His great-grandfather was a master of painting, and he was favored just because he once went to the palace to paint a portrait for the old emperor, and he made a difference in one stroke.

From then on, the ancestor of the Shen family ascended to heaven in one step.

Not only was he awarded the title of Royal Painter, but he was also given the title of "The Stroke of God".

For hundreds of years, painting skills have been passed down. Even though future generations can no longer surpass the glory of the Shen family ancestors, the Shen family is still thriving in Dayun.

But although Shen He has some talent among the younger members of the Shen family, he is not the best.

Really compared to the brothers and sisters above, their skills are quite inferior.

Besides, there are so many talented people in Kyoto that it would be extremely difficult for him to get ahead.

It just so happened that Du Yuanjia's friend invited him to come to Southern Xinjiang for a performance show this time. If nothing else, what kind of young talent could there be in this small Southern Xinjiang?

Aren’t they all a bunch of self-righteous people?

So here he is.

However, in just a few days, he enjoyed all the romance in this world. Not only that, he also gained a group of die-hard fans along the way.

Even if I have to return to Beijing in a few days, I can still leave some of my masterpieces for others to circulate.

Killing three birds with one stone, why not?

The more I think about it, the more awesome I feel.

Shen He held his head high, and the corners of his mouth almost cracked to the base of his ears.

But while he was still immersed in the words full of praise, an extremely discordant voice suddenly popped out in his ears.

"The painting is good, but the brushwork is a bit rusty, the brushstrokes are insufficient, and it lacks some momentum."

Damn it!

who?

Chen He suddenly felt a lump in his heart, and the smile that was originally blooming instantly shrank into a flower.

He frowned and then looked at the sound.

Everyone also turned around, and happened to meet King Jiang's eyes.

When Li Chengjiu saw everyone looking at him, he knew that his voice was a little loud just now, so he smiled awkwardly and said: "Yes, the painting is really good."

As he spoke, he extended a thumbs up.

Shen He narrowed his eyes.

He is not a native of southern Xinjiang, but he is also from Kyoto.

Although I have never seen the legendary abandoned son of the royal family, I have heard rumors about the ninth prince.

Of course, with so many of the emperor's sons living in Kyoto, he was also familiar with the fourth prince Li Chengtian and the seventh prince Li Chengzheng.

Not only that, the third prince Li Chengan and his elder brother are also excellent brothers.

For this reason, he would not take the King of Southern Xinjiang seriously at all.

But after all, he is the master of Southern Xinjiang, so when he comes to his territory, he has to keep a low profile.

Therefore, it was just the proper etiquette to follow everyone up to meet him.

And now you actually come out to question my painting skills?

How can one be so virtuous?

Why!

A ball of anger suddenly arose in Shen He's heart, and he raised his brows undisguisedly on his face. He clasped his fists reluctantly and said, "I've made the prince laugh. I'm a young man with no talent and poor technique. If you can give me some advice, please give me some advice." Clearly stated.”

The words were very polite, but anyone could hear the resentment in his words.

Li Chengjiu raised his eyebrows.

Hey, I just kept my mouth shut, and now I'm starting to be unrelenting?

I didn’t say anything, but why is it so popular?

He snorted subconsciously, but before he could speak, Jia Youcai behind him stopped. The boy raised his feet and was about to step forward, but he still reached out to stop him.

Shaking his head behind him, Li Chengjiu turned around and smiled:

"This is a serious statement, and I can't give you any advice. But since you are so shameless to ask, I will talk to you."

Damn it!

Hearing these words, Shen He was so stunned that a mouthful of blood spurted out.

I’ll give you a step and you’ll just get off it?

Do you know what painting skills are? I’m not ashamed to ask.

Where is the face?

Okay, since you insist on throwing this person away, I would like to listen carefully to how you utter such arrogant words.

I cursed again in my heart, but my body naturally gave way.

"Your Majesty, please."

Li Chengjiu nodded and then walked up to the table.

Xiaowan, Xiaozhu and others behind them also looked at each other when they saw this, especially Jia Youcai, whose face was full of anger just now, but now he looked really confused.

When did Li Jiudan learn to draw? Why didn’t I know?

Of course, he would not be stupid enough to expose his good brother on the spot. Even if Li Jiudan was really embarrassed in the end, he would not hesitate to go up and beat this blind thing.

However, Li Chengjiu didn't know what the kid behind him was thinking, so he just came to the desk and looked at the picture of Tiger Roaring Mountain and Forest again carefully.

It was a little far away just now, so I couldn't see clearly.

Upon closer inspection, it turns out that it's really all wrong.

But there is an old saying that goes well: When you are a person, leave a little bit of a secluded edge so that we can meet each other in the future.

In this case, let's just say seventy or eighty things, at least to save this guy some face.

After thinking about it, he simply organized his language and then said:

"The tiger is the king of the forest. It uses pounce, slap, and bite as its main means of attack. Not to mention its speed, the flapping power of its front paws, the kicking power of its hind legs, and the bite force of its mouth are all extremely powerful. For this reason, it can become the king of the beast world, do you understand this?"

Shen He and others frowned slightly.

I asked you to teach me painting techniques. What are you talking about?

What pedaling force? Bite force?

What does it have to do with my painting skills?

Looking at everyone's expressions, Li Chengjiu smiled and shook his head and continued:

“If you want to truly describe something, you need to have a basic understanding of it.”

Having said this, he raised his finger and pointed at the hind legs of the tiger in the painting and said:

"Tiger legs are different from human legs. They are composed of hip bones, femurs and tibias. Therefore, when it roars, its hind legs are tense and must bend forward and backward, so that it can have a posture of strength. The momentum is ready to go, but if you draw the two legs of this tiger so straight, the structure is wrong. No matter how thick you draw it, what's the use? It will only look clumsy."

The story was so reasonable that everyone looked at each other, with questions in their minds.

Is that so?

The same was true for Shen He, who didn't understand what the prince was talking about at all.

However, Li Chengjiu did not end it. He pointed at the tiger's bloody mouth again and said:

"Furthermore, the tiger's lower jaw, the real jawbone connection is on a line with its ears, but because it is wrapped in muscle tissue and skin, it looks like it is only connected to the eye socket, but your mouth is drawn It's so small, but it closes its pen as soon as it reaches the corner of its eye, so how can it bite off the neck of its prey?"

Another structural error.

There is another big question mark in everyone's mind.

But Shen He had already heard sweat on his forehead.

He has also seen real tigers a few times, and that was in the royal animal palace, but he never thought that he would need to know so much about painting?

Isn’t it enough to just draw the appearance of things?

I understand how many bones it has but it’s useless?

The more he listened, the stronger the anger in his heart became, but Li Chengjiu didn't give him any chance to think at all.

Several structural problems were pointed out in succession. For example, the proportion of the tiger's front chest to the entire waist was too large, causing the rear buttocks to be pushed forward and the lower abdomen to be missing.

Also, the tail length is the same as the length of the hind legs when upright. The tiger's tail in the painting is too long and looks extremely abrupt.

There are more than ten structural errors in a row.

There is no mention of the painting skills, but this painting has been reduced to worthless.

Chen He felt his heart tremble when he heard this.

Damn it, I have been painting tigers for so many years, what qualifications do you, an idle and rogue king, have to judge me?

This is not right, and that is not right either.

You can do it. If you can draw, just draw one and let me see it.

Don't talk about being invincible, but don't act like you are invincible.

The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he became, so much so that his face turned red and looked like a monkey's butt.

Li Chengjiu saw it in his eyes, but he sneered in his heart.

However, when Shen He was choked to silence and his lips were trembling, not knowing what to say, someone suddenly jumped out from beside him.

This man was young and his face was as heavy as water. He just cupped his fists and said sternly:

"Since Your Majesty is so good at painting, why not open our eyes and let us know what a masterpiece is?"

Yo?

Before the master could say anything, the bitch ran out and shouted.

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