Two tables have been vacated, and the battlefield has been set up.

"That's it, right?"

Huang Yongqiang pointed to a picture of a hundred flowers hanging in the hall.

This is the work that the two of them are going to copy.

Huang Yongqiang emphasized.

"For half an hour, whoever paints more content and more expressive image, I will accept whoever is a disciple, and the other person will climb out from here and withdraw from the world of painting and calligraphy forever. ”

"Let's get started. ”

After Huang Yongqiang gave the order, Yang Tianxian sneered at Han Dong.

"Boy, today I'm going to let you know what it means to be a ghost drawing wizard. ”

Immediately, he began to write.

Take a look at the huge picture of a hundred flowers hanging on the wall, and then put it down.

A hundred flowers bloom, the most obvious and magnificent one is the peony in the center, Yang Tian started from this peony.

The white-haired old man of the Calligraphy and Painting Association pointed to the country and said.

"As soon as the connoisseur makes a move, he knows if there is any, this hundred flowers are too big and cumbersome, there are no more than ten hours, it is impossible to copy them all, Yang Tian is very smart, he chose the most critical peony, as long as he paints the peony completely, as long as it is lifelike, it looks like eight points, then he wins. ”

"Yang Tian is worthy of being a genius in ghost painting, amazing. ”

After listening to the white-haired old man's analysis, everyone cast adoring and flattering glances towards Yang Tian.

"Oh, this Han Dong is too impulsive, even if Principal Huang takes a fancy to him and wants to accept him as a closed disciple, but he is a beginner, on the other hand, Yang Tian, that is a famous ghost painting wizard, this is trouble. ”

Xu Xiaomi's brows were tightly knit and her face was pale.

Xu Shengchang saw it in his eyes and said with a sigh.

"Xiaomi, don't worry, maybe I misunderstood this kid, he is not an arrogant kid with high eyes, but because he has real talent and learning, if he loses, it can be regarded as a lesson for him, we will watch quietly." ”

"Master, where did this kid come from, why doesn't he use his pen?"

Su Meiling, the second apprentice with a hot figure and coquettish demeanor, asked Huang Yongqiang in a low voice.

A discerning person can see at a glance that the relationship between the two of them is not a simple master-apprentice relationship.

"Just wait and see. ”

"Among my disciples, he is the most talented, and in the end, he is the one who will truly inherit my mantle. ”

Huang Yongqiang looked at Han Dong, who had not yet started writing, and his eyes were full of appreciation and pride.

Han Dong is looking at this picture of a hundred flowers blooming, and he knows it in his heart.

When Han Dong put down his pen, there would not be the slightest pause at all.

Huang Yongqiang had already learned this when he was in the basement of the museum, so he was not in a hurry at the moment.

"Is this kid that good?"

The three female disciples behind Huang Yongqiang looked at each other, and their eyes were a little unconvinced.

"Han Dong, you have to come on. ”

Chu Manli, who was standing on the side, always thought that the old man wanted to block Han Dong's mouth and prevent Han Dong from publicizing his stealing of paintings and calligraphy from the museum, so she accepted Han Dong as an apprentice.

At this time, seven or eight minutes had passed in the game, and Han Dong was still staring at the picture of a hundred flowers in a daze, she couldn't help but clench her hands, her forehead was full of cold sweat, and she was worried about Han Dong.

Mu Wanqiu was not in a hurry.

Han Dong can make a fake of Tang Bohu's fishing song night picture in one night, how can this small picture of a hundred flowers blooming be difficult for Han Dong.

She was a little curious now, what did Han Dong want to do after waiting for so long?

By this time, ten minutes had passed.

That is, a third of the way has passed.

"It's done, Yang Tian's first peony has been painted. ”

Everyone looked at the peony that jumped on the paper, and their eyes were full of surprise and excitement.

"He is worthy of being a genius in ghost painting, Yang Tian is too powerful. ”

Quite a few people were cheering.

Of course, there are also some old people in the calligraphy and painting world who frown slightly.

"Yang Tian is in a hurry, this peony seems to have eight points, and it seems to have six points, but it only took ten minutes, which is not simple. ”

Several people also cast admiring glances at Yang Tian.

Han Dong, on the other hand, has not written at this moment.

The white-haired old man of the Calligraphy and Painting Association took the opportunity to say to Huang Yongqiang.

"Vice President Huang, you have also seen the gap between the two of them, and it is most appropriate to accept Yang Tian as a disciple. ”

Huang Yongqiang smiled.

"Lao Zhou, what are you anxious about, wait and see. ”

The white-haired old man shook his head helplessly, and said secretly in his heart, since you are not dead to the Yellow River, then we will wait and see, and I will see how you refuse in a while.

Twelve minutes passed.

Yang Tian's second flower was about to be completed, and Han Dong was still standing stupidly.

Of course, others don't know that his so-called stupid standing is actually analyzing the picture of a hundred flowers blooming in front of him.

All the petals, stamens, and leaves seemed to have been broken down and combined countless times in his mind at this moment.

Everything is already clear.

"Han Dong, haven't you given up completely? Everyone, I didn't lie to you, I said it all, he can't paint at all, he's just a complete liar. ”

Feng Lili stepped forward and pointed at Han Dong, revealing a hideous and ugly face.

"Han Dong, you're finished, you're completely finished. ”

"Don't think about holding Principal Huang's thigh, flying on the branches and becoming a phoenix, in the future, you will be your poor man honestly. ”

"Hahaha. ”

The rest of the people were also dumbfounded at the moment.

"At this moment, there are only fifteen minutes left, Yang Tiandu has already begun to paint the third flower, and he has not started his pen yet, which is ridiculous. ”

In the face of everyone's doubts, Han Dong was silent.

Actions are always stronger than words.

Han Dong finally picked up the brush that was placed on the table.

"Look at the gesture of his pen, hahaha. ”

Seeing Han Dong holding a paintbrush like a pencil, everyone in the audience laughed directly.

"He doesn't even know how to hold a pen?"

Yang Tian said with a sneer.

"You dare to compete with me like this?"

"Alas. ”

The grandfathers and grandchildren of the Xu family all sighed.

Originally, they were counting on Han Dong to create some miracle at the last moment, but now they can't even hold a paintbrush.

Su Meiling, the second disciple who had the best relationship with Huang Yongqiang, said to Huang Yongqiang sourly.

"Teacher, he can't even hold a pen, but you say he's better than the three of us?"

Huang Yongqiang just smiled mysteriously and did not answer.

When I saw Han Dong painting for the first time, I thought the same as them, I couldn't even hold a pen, how could I draw?

But the truth was a slap in the face.

Now looking at the faces of others, he actually has a little mockery.

"Han Dong, he ......"

Mu Wanqiu's delicate body trembled, and secretly thought in her heart that if Han Dong really lost this game and couldn't worship Huang Yongqiang as a teacher, she would grit her teeth and really divorce Huang Yongqiang, and use this as a condition to prompt Huang Yongqiang to accept Han Dong's apprentice.

In the mocking eyes of everyone, the pen in Han Dong's hand finally fell on the paper.

"Look what stinky shit he can draw. ”

"I'm embarrassed to look at it. ”

Han Dong's pen fell, and he basically never left the paper again.

The speed of the pen in his hand is no less than that of writing cursive calligraphy, and the pen is a dragon and a snake.

A minute later.

An extremely delicate peony flower appeared in everyone's sight.

Eight points are similar, nine points are similar.

He could draw ten, but he didn't want to be too exposed, and it was already terrifying.

"What?"

Looking at the delicate peony flower on the paper, the people who were still laughing at Han Dong just now opened their mouths, their eyes widened, and they looked at the peony flower, their eyes were full of incredulity.

"Oh my God, how did he do it?"

Several old people in the calligraphy and painting world almost had their backs.

"What?"

Yang Tian, who was painting, turned his head sideways to look at the delicate peony, and his hand holding the pen was trembling.

And Han Dong's hand did not pause in the slightest.

Peony flowers are just the beginning.

The second one.

The third flower

Fourth.

……

One flower after another was born under Han Dong's pen and bloomed in front of people's eyes.

"Smack. ”

Yang Tian finally couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart, and even said that he was frightened.

The brush in his hand fell directly to the ground.

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