Chapter 154: A series of questions, Yang Xiuwen’s paintings are useless

"What do you mean?" After hearing Wang Kang's words, Yang Xiuwen's face looked even more ugly.

Is this a problem with his paintings?

It's really ridiculous!

"Do you know where your ridiculous place is?" Wang Kang asked coldly.

Before Yang Xiuwen answered, Wang Kang shook his head and said, "How can a person who has never seen the hardships of life and has never experienced it? He can draw the essence of it, and it is called the Purgatory of the World!"

"You have the nerve to say the exit!"

Wang Kang's words made Yang Xiuwen feel a little tooth-ache. I don't understand. You, a prodigal son, understand? Say I am rich and well-off? You are even better than me!

"I know what you want to say?" Wang Kang saw what Yang Xiuwen meant.

"To be honest, I haven't experienced these things," Wang Kang said in a deep voice: "But one thing I know is that is logic!"

"The purgatory picture on earth you have drawn is divided into four parts. The first one is the people under the war. Looking at your paintings, you use a lot of brush and ink to draw the cruelty of war, but there are very few descriptions of the people!"

"And there is one thing, the look and expression! What you are drawing is even more wrong!"

"You're talking nonsense!" Yang Xiuwen shouted immediately after hearing this: "What is not despair when a person encounters a war?"

"It's not despair but fear!"

Wang Kang said in a deep voice: "War is coming, war is in chaos, and there is no place to live. At that time, I was more afraid, fear of being killed without any reckless disasters, fear of being killed!"

"And the emotion that should have been despair was in the second painting, but you used it as fear!"

"The second pair is that you have painted in the year of severe drought. The crops are not harvested. The land is dry and the crops are dry. The villagers are lying on the ground, holding the loess... with fear in their eyes?"

"What the hell are you?"

After hearing Wang Kang's words, Yang Xiuwen was stunned. He turned to look at what he had drawn...

"Stop looking, your expression is clearly fear, so despair here should be!"

Wang Kang said disdainfully: "Farmers worked hard for a year, but encountered a severe drought. There was no rain and the crops died. This is the real despair, because they had no way to do it!"

"And your third pair..." Wang Kang continued to comment: "The most ridiculous thing is your fourth pair, hungry and cold, and the wandering people are homeless... The painting is indeed miserable, but you have committed a serious logical problem!"

"One of the people you drew was a fat man!" Wang Kang sneered.

"this……"

The two talked loudly, and the others were taken in by Wang Kang. They looked over carefully. Yang Xiuwen was indeed a fat man.

"What's the problem with fat guys?" Dong Hui said in confusion: "This Wang Kang is picking the bones in the eggs!"

The other people also looked at each other, not knowing what the meaning was.

Only Dong Yiwu's face looked a little ugly.

"So what?" Yang Xiu wén asked in a qin voice.

"It seems you really don't understand!" Wang Kang shook his head and said, "How can a wanderer who is hungry and cold and cannot eat, be a fat man!"

"There are many such people, and I didn't know about it before, but you can go to the western suburbs to have a look!" Wang Kang stepped forward and said coldly.

"They should have a pale complexion and skinny face. Why are they fat people? Have you ever seen fat people who have been unable to eat for a long time?"

"You...you are completely unreasonable!" Yang Xiuwen's face became even more ugly, but when he was saying this, he felt a little guilty.

Because what Wang Kang said is all about the point, you can understand it by thinking about it carefully.

"Is it because I am trying to make a mistake, or do you don't understand common sense?" Wang Kang took another step forward, only a few steps away from Yang Xiuwen.

He asked coldly: "Printing is to record the people around you, things around you, and scenery around you. The paintings are divided into various, realistic and metaphorical!"

"And your picture of purgatory on earth is realistic and unreal, and the meaning is unclear!"

"You..." Under Wang Kang's questioning, Yang Xiuwen felt guilty and took a step back!

At this time, Wang Kang took another step forward, "Although painting is a painting object, one should draw the heart more often, using the heart as the brush and the emotion as the paper, so that one can draw the best works!"

"And you, a heartless and ruthless person, can't talk about painting!"

Wang Kang asked loudly, "The sharp knife penetrated people's hearts." Yang Xiuwen wanted to refute it, but he couldn't speak at all, and his whole mind was blank!

"You dare to be a little painting saint with such a level and a kind of mind? You are simply insulting the word "Paint saint"!"

Wang Kang took another step forward. Looking at Wang Kang who was so close to him, Yang Xiuwen felt that this was a spiritual question!

And he was hit, and in a panic, he took another step back.

Behind him was the painting case. This retreat shocked the painting case, causing the paint to overturn, just to be placed on the picture of purgatory on earth he drew!

The original painting was directly contaminated and covered with colorful paint!

"My painting!" Yang Xiuwen exclaimed immediately, picked it up and looked...

"Haha!" Seeing this scene, Wang Kang laughed and said, "This is the real Purgatory Picture of the World!"

"You are all you prodigal son who ruined my paintings!" Yang Xiuwen's face was extremely difficult to see.

"Destroy your painting?" Wang Kang unveiled his hands innocently and said, "What does it have to do with me? You touched the painting case yourself, you knocked over the paint yourself, and you still want to rely on my head?"

"Besides, the kind of garbage you painted will be ruined if it is destroyed. What's the point of feeling sorry for you!"

This is what really hurt Yang Xiuwen. His careful paintings were so belittled by Wang Kang. The key is that he still couldn't find any reason to refute them!

"I'll tell you!"

Wang Kang suddenly came to Yang Xiuwen's ear and said coldly: "This is just the beginning, I will make you pay a little bit!"

"you……"

This cold voice made Yang Xiuwen feel numb from his scalp. When he looked back, he happened to meet Wang Kang's cold eyes, which made him shudder!

He knew what Wang Kang was talking about, it was his cousin Su Zhe, and he wanted to avenge him!

After saying that, Wang Kang retreated back to his position.

Everyone who saw this scene was stunned. Yang Xiuwen, known as the little painting saint, was confused by the repeated questioning and accidentally polluted his paintings...

Dong Yiwu couldn't calm down anymore, so he stood up and pointed at Wang Kang. He wanted to say something, but couldn't speak at all.

The Master of Master Zhen shook his head and said, "I don't need to say more about this. The ratio of painting has been concluded. Do you have any opinions?"

"I have no objection!" Li Jitong agreed.

"What about you? Lord Luo!"

"I..." Luo Chuannan also looked ugly. The game that he had to win was now so unexpected.

This prodigal son was in a picture of a lotus blooming, and even he could not find out the problem. Seeing Yang Xiuwen's distracted look at his current moment, he became even more angry and snorted coldly and stopped talking.

"Since that's the case, I will announce it again. The comparison between paintings, Wang Kang of the Earl's Mansion won!" The main text announced directly.

In an instant, the people on Dong Yiwu's side suddenly turned gloomy.

At this time, Wang Kang suddenly spoke. He looked at Dong Hui on the observation stage and smiled and said, "Young Ershu, I heard it very clearly just now. If you say I can make a painting, you will eat all the paint!"

"Now I not only did it, but also won. What should you do?"
Chapter completed!