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 seemed 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 somewhat 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 somewhat 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 comments.
Bai Shutong was gradually growing impatient.
"My grandfather is a famous calligrapher and painter who has taught me to paint since I was little. I’ve even won a provincial first prize. What do you know as a medical student?"
"If you’re so talkative, you try."
Bai Shutong pushed the drawing board toward Zhang Xiaoshan.
She meant 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.
"You don’t even know how to hold a brush, and you dare to criticize me?"
Bai Shutong laughed as she watched Zhang Xiaoshan’s movements with the brush.
"I just posture," Zhang Xiaoshan retorted.
"What if I draw something now and it turns out better than yours? What then?"
"What do you say then?"
Zhang Xiaoshan’s gaze swept over Bai Shutong’s charming figure, finally settling on her proud chest.
"Then you let me have a feel."
Accustomed 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.
Bai Shutong’s eyes flickered, and she said conceitedly,
"I think you just can’t paint, so you came up with this shameless proposition hoping to bluff your way through. But you won’t fool me. 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 me."
"Deal," Zhang Xiaoshan said eagerly, afraid Bai Shutong might change her mind.
He immediately 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 measure.
By now, the scope of Zhang Xiaoshan’s painting had surpassed hers. She had spent half an hour, while Zhang Xiaoshan only two minutes?
Zhang Xiaoshan finished his painting and stood up.
Taking a deep breath,
"Isn’t this just a matter of grasping the essentials? Come on, take a look."
He shoved the drawing board in front of Bai Shutong. Content orıginally comes from 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚⚫𝙣𝙚𝙩
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 seemed 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.