The Interstellar Male God

“This last painting, Xiao Luo, you just need to pretend to be like it, and then there will be a replacement to complete.” Yang Chuanzhi said to Luo Lingxing.

Generally, scenes that require skills such as writing brush strokes or painting Chinese paintings will be assisted by Wen Tie or Paint Tie. After all, actors are not omnipotent.

“Yang Dao’s last painting needs something to draw, I can try it first.” Luo Lingxing asked with a smile, he can do things by himself, generally do not like to trouble others, let alone just draw a picture.

Yang Chuanzhi heard the words, revealing a slightly surprised expression, apparently did not expect Luo Lingxing to say this, casually asked: “Will you paint? That is the kind of ancient needs to be drawn with a brush.”

Because of the rapid development of science and technology, many ancient inheritances have been interrupted or lost. It is difficult to find someone who can really write Chinese characters or paint Chinese paintings. Even if there is a corresponding system blessing, the drawn things are often Unsatisfactory, but at this level, the major crews are still rushing to get it. After all, the others are only worse than this.

Yang Chuanzhi’s painting replacement this time is well-known to everyone in the calligraphy and painting industry. Generally, such people’s appearance fees are relatively high, and it is difficult to obtain it due to the arrogance of the literati. He arrived, so he felt that even if Luo Lingxing could paint, his level would certainly not be comparable to this one.

Luo Lingxing smiled, not opening his mouth, but motioned to Chen Hongliang to take a brush and a piece of paper, which was more convincing than what he said, wasn’t it?

Everyone looked at the posture of Luo Lingxing and knew that he must be painting on the spot. They stopped their work and gathered around, but most people came to watch the fun.

“Isn’t anyone who can paint Chinese paintings casually? If a few strokes are considered Chinese paintings, wouldn’t it be too insulting to Chinese paintings?” Su Lingping’s voice was passed on with great irony .

It was easy to catch the opportunity to satirize Luo Lingxing, how could Su Lingping let it go.

Although others did not speak, they were obviously not optimistic about Luo Lingxing. After all, this skill is regarded as a relatively advanced skill in China. After all, there are very few people who will know it, and it is the essence of the country. I am embarrassed to take my hand, but how old is Luo Lingxing now? I was just nineteen years old, and even if I practiced from birth, that level would certainly not be visible.

Among the crowd on the scene, Zhao Zhuowen was also among them. He was Yang Chuanzhi ’s painting replacement for Luo Xiaoqi ’s last scene. This year it has been more than sixty. If it is not on the face of friends, he also He would n’t put down the shelf, and when he heard a kid saying that he did n’t need a replacement, he could come by himself, and he felt very funny, so he came to see which kid was so arrogant.

However, when he saw Luo Lingxing draw a stroke on Xuan paper, his expression became more serious. His eyes stared at Xuan paper without moving, lest he miss any small action.

As the number of pens dropped, a simple outline of a villain quickly appeared on the rice paper. Although there were only lines, the vivid expressions and movements of the villain could also be seen. The cleanness and simplicity revealed in his eyes, and the elegant Chinese clothes on his body are very clear.

For those who don’t know how to do this, this may only be regarded as a thick line of graffiti, but it is very shocking for those who really understand.