The two gradually entered the peak period, and the pen was superb, and the pen was a dragon and snake.

Qin Fengru's flowers and birds have been formed, lifelike on the paper, what he turned into is a picture of a hundred birds towards the phoenix, the most famous phoenix picture since ancient times is from the pen of Tang Bohu.

His paintings are three points into wood, and he has seven points of outline and three points of charm, which is the best in the world.

The ancients are different from modern people, they do not have so much glitz and glamour of modern life, and it takes decades to study a skill, and they have the spirit of craftsmanship.

But Qin Fengru's paintings are comparable to those of the ancients, and he has only been immersed in it for a few years, and he has such achievements, which makes Tang Tianshan simply amazing.

"The ink pen Danqing, like flowing clouds and flowing water, Qin Fengru deserves to be called the first person in Longyang University, such a talent, only seen in life!"

Tang Tianshan's evaluation is very high, and it seems that even the victory has been determined.

Cen Yao was determined on the side, if Ye Bei lost, she should not be entangled with her, not only could she hit Ye Bei's arrogant personality and make him restrain himself, but also return himself to a clean house.

"However, Ye Bei is too capable of dying, and fighting with Qin Fengru is much better, so he has to dance and write, and fight the weak against the strong. ”

"I'll just say, how can Ye Bei be Qin Fengru's opponent, it's just grandstanding and clowning. ”

"I really laughed at it, what kind of gibberish it was drawn, not as beautiful as the bedwetting when I was a child. ”

"The sky is flying, could it be that Ye Bei is blowing?"

……

Countless ridicule and sarcasm were noisy, but they couldn't reach Ye Bei's ears.

Ye Bei gradually entered the state, although he painted figures, but they were characters of Jin Ge Iron Horse and 10,000 people fighting on the battlefield.

Back then, the ninth king of soldiers, with millions of people living and dying, swore to protect the territory.

One stroke, it is 800 miles under the command, 50 strings to turn the outside sound, and the courage of the autumn soldiers on the battlefield.

The second stroke is the determination of Huangsha to wear gold armor in a hundred battles, and not to break Loulan and never return it.

The three strokes are the regrets of the drunken and lying on the battlefield Jun Mo Xiao, and the return of a few people to fight in ancient times.

The four strokes are the worries of lying down at night listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacial river falling into a dream.

The pen dragon flies and the phoenix dances, and the world is full of ups and downs.

I haven't experienced the battlefield, after all, I don't understand the spectacle of thousands of people spilling blood, and I can't see the sorrow of eternal separation of relatives.

"Cen Yao, bring water!"

Ye Bei suddenly shouted, startling Cen Yao.

How dare you command me?

Cen Yao looked reluctant, but still gave him a glass of water, after all, Ye Bei had saved her.

"Ink and blue, how can there be no water without ink!"

Ye Bei took a sip of water and spit on the whole painting with a pop.

"Mom, Ye Bei is crazy, I feel that I can't draw well, and I want to destroy it?"

"Hurry up and stop him, what if he doesn't admit that he lost?"

"It's shameless, I guess he will ask for a new painting and a new competition. ”

……

Even Tang Tianshan had a trace of anger on his face, you can not paint well, but don't destroy the painting, every painting is the author's hard work, even if you make it yourself.

"Ye Bei, what are you doing? If you destroy the painting, I will immediately sentence you to lose. ”

There was a hint of pride at the corner of Qin Fengru's mouth, his paintings were not masterpieces, but they were also considered to be leaders, even if it was a hundred times, he would not have the slightest pressure to win Ye Bei. It's just that I didn't expect that Ye Bei was blowing loudly just now, but now he can't stand the comparison and wants to destroy the painting.

This time, he not only lost the competition, but also lost his character, lost his wife and lost his soldiers.

Ye Bei seemed to be immersed in the painting, unmoved.

I am free and supreme, immortal, reincarnation of the ninth generation, who understands me?

Black clouds overwhelm the city, and corpses are everywhere;

Millions of iron riders, no one survived;

wives are separated, families are ruined;

War is cruel, bloody, and bleak...... Who wins? Who loses?

At the end of the painting, water penetrated the rice paper, and the whole painting changed dramatically.

"What? What is this, and why have I never seen it?"

Tang Tianshan exclaimed in surprise, staring at the painting to see the clues, and the pictures seemed to be poured directly into everyone's minds.

The soldier and the iron cavalry showed melancholy, looking at their hometown from afar, and they were the first to defend the country and protect their hometown.

The picture is changing, Jin Ge Iron Horse, fighting on the battlefield, killing thousands of enemies, and moving forward bravely.

Again, the country is broken, the banner of victory has been planted in the enemy's territory, but the banner is broken, there are no comrades around, a tragic victory, a tragic victory!

Everyone was shocked by the painting in front of them, looking at the painting, it was as if they were there, hundreds of people had a hundred feelings, some people gradually shed tears, some people smiled sadly, and some people sighed silently......

No one was free from the slightest hint of ridicule, but with awe.

This painting is a masterpiece, Ye Bei's pen is also a magic pen!

"Ye Bei, may I ask what is this painting called, and what kind of painting method is used?" Tang Tianshan's eyes were bright, and he was deeply attracted by the painting, and he believed that once this painting was published, it would cause a violent sensation, and everyone would look up to it.

What Qingming Shanghe map, Fuchun Mountain Residence map, Luo Shen Futu their peak will become history.

And Ye Bei's attainments in painting have far surpassed him, and he is not even qualified to judge, only worthy of consultation.

"The name of this painting is 'One Will Achieve Ten Thousand Bones', and as for the painting method, it is created by myself, called 'Ink Painting'. ”

In fact, there is no detailed introduction to the origin of ink painting in Chinese history, but the first time ink painting really appeared was when Ye Bei, the Supreme of Freedom, spontaneously taught it to a genius of the pre-Qin Dynasty, who passed on the ink painting, but was burned by books and ruined.

And the method used by Ye Bei is the real painting method, and it is also the most primitive painting method.

"What a 'ink', I don't agree with the same name as 'ink painting'. Tang Tianshan had no intention of judging at all, he was so absorbed in the painting at this time that he couldn't extricate himself at all.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

The classroom erupted in applause, and at this moment, there was no more sarcasm, it all turned into appreciation.

Everyone appreciates talent, and Cen Yao is no different.

Her gaze was a little more shining: "Ye Bei really surprised me, his painting attainments are so high, looking at Professor Tang Tianshan's expression, I'm afraid Ye Bei has surpassed him fiercely." Ye Bei may be called the first person in Huaxia, he is really unseemly!"

Unconsciously, Cen Yao's gaze was a little more appreciative.

Bang dang!

Qin Fengru's brush fell to the ground suddenly, and even he was deeply attracted by 'one will succeed in ten thousand bones', this painting does not need to be judged by others, he lost, completely lost.

Qin Fengru was a little depressed, his eyes were blank, and his self-esteem as a Tianjiao was ruthlessly trampled on by Ye Bei.

At this time, my trembling hands are afraid that I will not be able to hold a pen in this life.

The pride and indulgence just now were all dispersed with the wind, and at this time, he felt that the eyes of the classmates around him had turned into deep disdain.

"Ah......h

Qin Fengru roared in his heart, no, I can't lose to Ye Bei.

His face was hideous, and the hatred in his heart was deeply hidden, he hadn't completely lost, and there were two more, as long as he won, he could still return to the top.

What about being able to draw?

He chose the second test of ancient medicine, because they were different from each other, and the painter's hand was only for the brush, how could he allow it to be contaminated with the smell of bitter medicine?

He wants to defeat Ye Bei in ancient medicine!