Shi Qing and the others wished that what Zhao Mu painted was not bullshit, and then compared with Kong Ming's works, it seemed that Zhao Mu's technical waste wood had arrived at home, and then a few of them could take this opportunity to ridicule Zhao Mu again.

Unlike Shi Qing's bad intentions, several elders still hoped that Zhao Mu would be able to come up with good works.

These elders don't care about the conflicts between a few young people, they just hope that there will be more outstanding young people who can inherit the traditional Chinese culture.

One horizontal, one horizontal, one horizontal...... One arc, one arc...... Zhao Mu was painting quickly, painting something that a group of people couldn't understand.

has always been played with in Zhao Mu's hands, and he can actually draw lines of the same thickness, and the thickness of the horizontal arc is different.

The horizontal lines are straight at all roots, and the width left between lines of the same thickness is the same.

The angles between the arcs are the same, and each end converges at an intersection point.

"Wocao, how did this guy do it? This is a brush, not a pencil ballpoint pen?

Shi Qing and the others said that they were seriously frightened, their eyes widened more and more, and they no longer had the leisurely expression of watching a good show before.

Zhao Mu is a brush in his hand, and it has always been thick, it is completely different from the pencil ballpoint pen, the pencil ballpoint pen can easily draw straight lines of the same thickness for the brush is as difficult as the sky.

"It's amazing, how did you get it?"

A group of people looked at Zhao Mu's movements with horror on their faces, and they didn't know how Zhao Mu did all this.

After a pause, Zhao Mu looked at Kong Ming, who was picking up the pen and starting to paint next to him, and put down the brush in his hand.

"Hey, it's done? It's not like it, why did you stop all of a sudden?"

Several people looked at Zhao Mu's movements and didn't know why. Zhao Mu ignored them, put down the pen and sat down easily to watch Kong Ming start painting.

"What's the situation? It can't be that this guy doesn't know how to draw it later, right?"

"No, it's not like it, he just stopped too suddenly, and there is no need to stop directly. ”

Looking at Kong Ming's painting, a group of people suddenly felt a lot more comfortable.

This is the way Chinese painting should be, every stroke has a unique charm, which is pleasing to the eye, what did Zhao Mu paint just now?

This wait was more than an hour, and Zhao Mu and the others almost fell asleep, but others watched it with relish.

Zhao Mu, who was bored, even took out his mobile phone directly to play, making the others frown, if Shi Qing and the others were not afraid of affecting Kong Ming's painting, they would have already scolded him.

Finally, Kong Ming stopped his pen, looked at the picture of the pen and nodded slightly with satisfaction, and put down the pen in his hand.

"Ah, is it finally done?"

Seeing that Zhao Mu looked finally relieved, Shi Qing and the others couldn't wait to beat him up, but he was too annoying to look like that.

Zhao Mu stood up and looked at Kong Ming's work.

"Good, yes, this is a lady painting in the style of the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, with picturesque eyebrows, light body, and fluttering like a fairy. ”

"It's so beautiful, Brother Kong's craftsmanship is simply amazing, the woman in this painting is light and pretty, and it even seems that the woman's unknown sorrow can be seen from the woman's frowning slightly. ”

"Okay, Brother Kong's hand-painting technique is really beyond our reach......

……

Several elders kept nodding their heads and praising the pictures, and Shi Qing and the others made no secret of their praise for Kong Ming.

Listening to everyone's praise, Kong Ming smiled lightly and looked at Zhao Mu.

"Brother Zhao Mu, what about your works, why don't you let everyone enjoy them together?"

"Hah, his work? He's scrap, right? I watched him paint for a long time and didn't understand what he was drawing. ”

"No, Mr. Wang Bo is a master of calligraphy and painting, how can Brother Zhao Mu, as his apprentice, ......?"

Kong Ming looked very surprised, and seemed to not believe that Zhao Mu would actually draw a work that was invalid.

Zhao Mu smiled, it's all at this time, why bother pretending anymore? Don't you just want to say that you have lost the face of your master and master?

"Oh, my painting is still almost finished, and it's normal that you don't understand it, so wait a minute. ”

Pick up the pen again on his painting and continue to paint, the pen between the dragon and the snake, the lines of the pen are exactly the same thickness, so that Kong Ming's face suddenly became solemn.

"Okay, now the painting is finished, let's see how it goes. ”

"What is this?"

Looking at the ink on the table that had not dried, Shi Qing and the others hesitated for a while and did not dare to determine their judgment, and their faces were a little strange.

"Hehe, Brother Kong, can you see what is in the painting?"

Kong Ming looked at it seriously for a few seconds, and then said with a somewhat strange face: "Is this no wonder it's a ball?"

The faces of the others suddenly became very strange, a ball?

Zhao Mu laughed, "Yes, this is a ball, a basketball." ”

Kong Ming's face was weird, and he held back for a long time, not knowing what kind of evaluation to make. In the end, a sentence popped out of his mouth, "Well, Brother Zhao Mu drew very well, this ball is very good." ”

Although a group of people were speechless, but from their own eyes, they had to admit that Zhao Mu's painting was indeed a good painting.

Next, it completely became a stage for Zhao Mu and Kong Ming to compete, and all kinds of talents took turns, and Shi Qing and others completely became salted fish who could only shout "666".

At this time, Zhao Mu was fiddling with a guqin in his hand.

"Zhao Mu, do you know how to play the guqin?"

Shi Qing and the others were already numb, and the talent they were proud of was completely crushed in front of Zhao Mu and Kong Ming, and they couldn't do it at all.

Zhao Mu smiled and didn't speak, his fingers were lightly picked, and the guqin made a pleasant sound and began to tune.

"Zheng ......"

A piano sounds, and with the plucking of the fingers, a tune unfolds.

Jin Ge Iron Horse, swords and guns contend...... A killing breath came to his face.

Green forests, streams, small bridges, pavilions, and a few people under the pavilion, one person plays the piano, and the rest close their eyes and listen.

Soon, several people showed doubts on their faces, and then listened attentively......

A startle, "How is that possible?"

With the shocking sound, Kong Ming opened his eyes in shock, and several elders also opened their eyes in shock.

"That's right, Guangling San, the "Guangling San" that has been lost in the Jin Dynasty. ”

"Guangling San", also known as "Guangling Stop", is also the ancient "Nie Zheng Assassination Han Puppet Song", one of the top ten guqin songs in China, and is the only existing guqin song in China with the atmosphere of fighting with a spear. ”

"How is it possible, "Guangling San" is one of the top ten guqin songs in China, and in the whole of China, there are not many people who can play this piece independently. ”

(End of chapter)