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Mao Ji and several judges discussed a few words in a low voice, and then walked to Taichung again, announcing that Su Mo would paint next, and then Li Zhaoxian would make peace with poetry. At the end of the round, there will be a half-hour break before continuing.

Everyone in the audience responded with a bang. Although they are not as extensive as the few great Confucians on the stage, they are superior in number. There are those who focus on calligraphy and painting, and there are countless who are good at poetry.

At the beginning of the first game of Su Mo and Li Zhaoxian, such amazing works appeared, which made everyone happy and admired, and they all felt that the trip was worthwhile.

Not to mention Su Gongzi's calligraphy and poetry, which made countless people obsessed with the two ways fascinated, it was Li Zhaoxian Li Gongzi's picture on the cliff, which also reflected a very high standard, and benefited many scholars who were good at painting.

Next, the two are going to switch positions and compete, and I really don't know what exciting masterpieces will appear. At this moment, all the scholars could not care about the scorching sun and heat, and they all returned to the stage with great anticipation, waiting for the feast to be delivered.

Su Mo and his friends nodded, bowed to Mao Ji again, and then walked calmly to the front of the stage.

First, he hugged his fists, received countless cries and screams, and then turned around and stood still in front of the easel.

After a brief pause, he already had a draft. Li Zhaoxian and Hua Long thought they were clever and clever, but they gave him the opportunity to completely jump out of the trap.

He had almost foreseen the miserable picture of the two guys pulling out their hair when he finished the painting.

When he leaned down to open a wooden box on the table next to him, the people in the audience didn't react because of their height. But Li Zhaoxian, who was also on the stage, was standing on his side, but his cheeks twitched fiercely as his eyes fell on the things in the wooden box. In the ugly face, a dense layer of fine sweat unconsciously appeared on his forehead.

He hadn't seen anything in the wooden box. A strange box made up of several small grids, each of which is a color;

Several pens of different lengths and sizes, but the tip of the pen is not a normal milli, but flattened, leaving only a very short square pen. Depending on the length and size, the width of the strange pen is also different.

In addition to these, there is a pen wash with water. This is the only object that Li Zhaoxian knows in the wooden box.

What the hell is this? Li Zhaoxian couldn't help but tremble in his heart. The sense of foreboding before was made a hundredfold clear at this moment.

He couldn't even recognize the pen used by the other party, so what were the chances of winning next? He was apprehensive in his heart, and when he saw Su Mo take out the largest strange pen, and then pick up the lid of the color box and hold it in his hand, he finally couldn't help it.

"Wait!" he shouted.

Everyone on and off the stage was in a row, and they didn't know what was going on. Su Mo smiled secretly in his stomach, but frowned slightly, holding the palette in one hand and the pen in the other, he stopped silently and turned his head to look at him.

Mao Ji's face was also unswerving, and his feelings for Li Zhaoxian in his heart were three points worse. Originally, when you were just painting, Su Mo didn't say a word from beginning to end, and let you play. But when the two of them switched, they were about to put pen to paper, but you took the liberty of interrupting, which is really rude.

You must know that no matter which one is the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, you are the most careful and thoughtful, and you should not disturb the most. Li Zhaoxian suddenly stopped at this moment, as if he was cheating.

"Li Gongzi, do you have anything important to say?" Mao Ji's expression was faint, and although his voice did not fluctuate, the meaning of his words could not be more obvious.

If you don't have an "important" matter, don't blame the old man for not showing you mercy.

Li Zhaoxian also came to his senses after shouting out, but he couldn't avoid it at this point. At the moment, he gritted his teeth, ignored the bursts of boos from below, bowed to Mao Ji, pointed at Su Mo and said, "Gentlemen, what I agreed with Su Mo is to compare calligraphy and painting. But now, the utensils used by Su Mo are very strange, and they are not the pen inkstones used by our scholars. Students have reason to think that this is not an unfair way, and I hope you will be aware of it. ”

Hmm? What's going on?

After Li Zhaoxian finished speaking, Mao Ji and the others couldn't help but be stunned. Several people glanced at each other, and at the same time got up tacitly and walked forward from behind to watch. As a result, I couldn't help but be stunned. Well, it's so faceless, I don't seem to know it.

"Ahem, Su Mo, who are you?" Mao Ji coughed lightly and asked Su Mo calmly.

Su Mo smiled slightly, put down the palette and paintbrush in his hand, bowed down and said, "A few gentlemen, these are just painting tools created by students. The pen is still the pen, and the ink is still the ink, which is nothing more than fine-tuning according to the needs. This ink has some dyeing, and when painting normally, it is often red with cinnabar, and the students here are just more other colors, so why do you have any weird sayings? If you don't believe it, gentlemen, and even Li Gongzi, you can come up and check it. As for fairness, hehe, I can use it, and there is no restriction that Li Gongzi can't use it. If everyone can use it, how can this unfairness begin? The students really don't know what to say, it's up to the gentlemen to decide. With that, he bowed again, and took the initiative to take a step back and remain silent.

Mao Ji and the others were stunned, looked at each other, and didn't know what to say. It was Hu Guangjian, who first lowered his head to look at the various brushes and inks on the case, and even dipped his hands in some colored ink during the period, and rubbed a few times with two fingers, and finally straightened up, nodded at everyone and said: "It's not weird, it's really as Su Xiaoyou said, but it's just some dyeing." ”

Mao Ji's face was slightly relaxed, nodded and turned to Li Zhaoxian, and said indifferently: "Li Gongzi, what else do you have to say?" As Su Mo just said, if you want to use it, no one will stop you. ”

Li Zhaoxian almost didn't spurt out a mouthful of old blood. Nima, can I use it? I have to know how to use it. Isn't this overt bullying?

That's right, it's bullying! It's still the kind of bad behavior of bullying countrymen who have never seen the world.

Su Mo's bullying behavior is effective but very subtle. If you don't really understand the differences, as he himself said, they are no different from Chinese paintings.

The use of color in Chinese painting has existed since the Han Dynasty. The colors used in Chinese painting are divided into two types: "stone color" and "water color".

Stone color is a mixture of minerals and metallic substances. The water color, on the other hand, is made of plant-based substances.

Different from the oil painting techniques that Su Mo is currently preparing to display, the coloring of Chinese paintings pays attention to "coloring with kinds", that is, focusing on artistic conception rather than reality. Although there are many colors used, there is still a big gap compared to oil paintings, which focus on realistic effects.

It's not that Chinese people don't know how to mix colors, but they really don't feel the need. For example, for example, flowers do not have black, but Chinese paintings can be rendered with ink, and bamboos do not have red, but Chinese paintings use cinnabar as red bamboo.

Among them, Chinese painting writers focus on reflecting the author's painting intentions and conveying their thoughts and feelings, while oil painting is different, oil painting usually pays more attention to realism and strives for true reproduction.

So, if you compare the two, you can say that one focuses on the soul and the other focuses on the outside. In fact, these two painting techniques are not superior or inferior, they are just a form of artistic expression.

But in this Gu Daming, who has never seen Western painting skills, Su Mo suddenly came up with this thing, then it was really a bully. Well, to be exact, it's to fool people.

After all, the unknown always gives people the illusion that they are not aware of it. Anything new is more eye-catching, and first of all, it takes advantage of the impact.

Think about it, everyone has never seen an oil painting, so how can we comment on the merits of oil painting and Chinese painting? At most, each of them will play 50 boards, which can be regarded as a draw. But in this way, wouldn't Su Mo be invincible without a fight?

This product is indeed too lacking in morality, and it is bad!

Poor Li Zhaoxian really wants to talk at this time, wants to cry without tears, and has no place to talk about reason. After hearing Mao Ji's cold words, he opened his mouth and stammered for a while, but he couldn't answer it.

Su Mo was so treacherous, seeing that Li Zhaoxian was completely suppressed, his eyes moved, he stepped forward and waved at Mao Ji and the others, and said angrily: "Gentlemen, Li Gongzi is rare...... Ahem, I've never seen this kind of painting technique, and I can understand that I'm apprehensive. Now that he has brought it up, and he is tired of a few gentlemen to inspect it personally, the student is willing to take a step back and allow Li Gongzi's friends to refer to it together. The so-called one person counts the shortness and the two counts the long, so it can be regarded as making up for this shortcoming. As the students said before the competition, friendship comes first, competition comes second. The two sides are not competing for superiority, but for their own improvement. Therefore, I would like to ask all of you gentlemen to be students. After speaking, he took a deep look.

The celebrities sighed. What a good child, reasonable, broad-minded, open-minded, and so knowledgeable about advance and retreat, and respectful of virtue. Well, also, don't value false fame, just seek progress, it's rare to be so honest, so cultivated, and kind at a young age!

So, including Mao Ji, several celebrities nodded frequently, looking at this humble little boy's eyes, full of appreciation and admiration.

Li Zhaoxian was going crazy. This bastard is hypocritical, how can he be so kind-hearted? Let Hualong and them help me, and it will spread in the future, won't it mean that he is alone against a group of us? The son of a dignified cabinet scholar and a top talent in the capital, wouldn't it make people laugh to death if he wants to win with more? I'm afraid that even my father will be embarrassed.

But he didn't have the courage to refuse this proposal. At the moment, it is clear that he alone is afraid that it will be really difficult to deal with the next situation. If you really lose this competition, how can there be less ridicule than more to win?

Let's go, the husband can bend and stretch, and now it is difficult to ride a tiger, and there is only one way to the end. Don't pay attention to anything else, win it first and then talk about the rest. It's just hateful to let this bastard take advantage of this to invite fame, it's really embarrassing!

He gritted his teeth, wanted to rise up several times, and rejected this trap with righteous words, but in the end, his heart was empty, and he finally did not open his mouth and acquiesced.