Chapter 279

without waiting for Zhen zining to agree, he began to draw with cinnabar. As the pen in Qin's hands moves on the spiritual paper, she doesn't have to wait for her to finish the painting to inspire her soul. Just looking at the artistic conception of the painting, Zhen zining's heart is full of grand, bloody, fear, shock and other emotions. Zhen zining's body began to tremble slightly, and her eyes were dazed with two sparks, which instantly formed a prairie fire, and her eyes became lively.

The hearts of Wen tianqiang and Luo Xiaofei are constantly trembling, as if the painting in Qin Shuang's pen is about to come alive, and they will come out of the painting without the power of soul.

At this time, the pictures in Qin Shuang's pen are spreading out quickly. They seem to hear the sound of weapons pounding like a storm. They seem to hear the bugles constantly ringing on the battlefield. They seem to hear the wailing on the battlefield

As if to see the tide of the general enemy toward them, let their breath is one of stagnation.

At this time, Qin Shuang was painting a warrior's face. Everyone was attracted by the warrior's eyes. What kind of eyes they were!

The despair in those eyes makes Zhen zining, Wen tianqiang and Luo Xiaofei despair.

With the movement of the spiritual pen in Qin's hands, scenes and faces constantly appear in their eyes. Everyone's look is different, one by one formed a grand scene.

In this cruel war, in the face of despair and death, some people collapse, while others are fighting firmly and fighting bravely. The whole picture seems to be alive with Qin Shuang's tattoo pen. It makes people nervous. The alliance of the two empires seems to be two super monsters facing each other and roaring each other in the boundless space. All over the bloody plain, there was blood splashing all over the place, and the ground was full of broken limbs and meat. One by one, the square arrays collided with each other, and the sky was covered with arrows, making a sharp whistling sound.

Poop, poop

As if there is a sound in the ear, a soldier fell down, but the soldiers behind bravely on top.

Such a shocking scene makes Wen tianqiang and Luo Xiaofei almost lose their hearts. Wen tianqiang suddenly closes his eyes. He is afraid that he will lose his heart if he looks at it again. He turns his head to Qin Shuang and opens his eyes. Qin Shuang's side face comes into his eyes.

At this time, Qin Shuang's face was already sweating, and beads of sweat slipped from her face, which made Wen tianqiang's excited heart calm down.

Qin Shuang's hands are steady, still drawing.

Gradually, Qin Shuang's paintings began to merge into a kind of temperament. Once this temperament is formed, it is no longer a combination of scattered pictures, but a truly complete picture.

That is a kind of unyielding!

No matter how great the danger, it was the soldiers who supported the two empires. Every soldier has a belief in his heart, that is to advance!

As long as there is one more person, their mission is to move forward.

The shock from the picture makes Zhen's whole body tremble. He seems to see more and more fierce war, which is a struggle against fate.

If you win, you will be born.

If you can't fight, you'll die.

Fight! It's not a fight!

This picture is no longer a picture of war, but a torture to Zhen zining's soul. Zhen zining's rickety back is gradually straightened.

No one can beat me!

Baoziqing can't do it!

Myself No way!

Zhen zining's eyes flashed a firm light!

At this time, qinshuang also fell into her own state of mind, and the scenes she experienced flashed in her mind like pictures.

Diligence before the age of seven!

Self abandonment after seven years old!

When she was 13 years old, she was rushed to tianqin town. No one respected her, and even her subjects dared to bully her.

Wang Tianning, Wang Youwei

I don't have enough to eat every day, I find Taoist art, I face the threat of wuzongdian, I face the threat of my brothers and sisters

I'm not going to give in, I'm going to see the scenery of the peak world!

As long as I don't die, as long as I have a breath, I will fight, I will struggle, my destiny should be in my own hands!

The picture in Qin Shuang's works is more and more perfect, and her artistic conception is growing rapidly and gradually reaching a perfect state. The unyielding artistic conception, the artistic conception of fighting, and the artistic conception of holding the destiny firmly in the hand are born from the works of Lingwen.

Wonderful writing makes flowers!

Zhen zining's eyes suddenly radiated light.

So it is!

Zhen zining breathed a long sigh of relief. At this time, she finally understood the real artistic conception of Lingwen painting. It's not a simple combination of pictures, but a fusion of the spirit in the pictures. As long as you understand this spirit, you can forget the sixteen paintings and draw your own bloody plain battle spirit prints.

Zhen zining's eyes seem to show a statue of a woman, her fists tightly together. His face was flushed with excitement.At this time, every stroke of qinshuang has reached a perfect state. With each stroke, the hearts of a few people seem to hear the huge roar and the sound of the horn on the battlefield. Zhen zining, Luo Xiaofei and Wen tianqiang are all immersed in the painting. At this time, there was no excitement or fear in their hearts, but only unyielding and fighting.

Luo Xiaofei's eyes become complicated, with hesitation, loss, unwilling to fight.

As the daughter of an aristocrat, her fate is uncertain and in the hands of others. She is a political means of the family, an object of marriage. As long as it is beneficial to the family, the family will give her to another noble, no matter how miserable the noble is, no matter how old the noble is. He even gave her to a bigger nobleman as a concubine.

There is no happiness in her future, only praying that her future can be relatively decent. As for happiness, I dare not expect too much.

However, today from this painting to bring her a huge shock, her heart for the first time unwilling and struggle to occupy the upper hand.

"I want to be a great master. As long as I can be a great master in the world of painters, I will be able to grasp my own destiny and find my own happiness. Instead of being given to others by the family like a puppet and becoming a plaything of others. "

Her heart gradually became firm, and her eyes were full of strange colors.

Wen tianqiang's eyes become red, this red is not crazy, but sad.

He was a nobleman, but he was not the eldest son of the family and could not inherit the title. Although he is very beautiful now, he lives a noble life. But he knew that the future waiting for him was so dark.

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