Weng and Sun left everyone and walked to the side to discuss their results, Shen Boyong wanted to come over, but saw Zhou Dingcheng looking at him with fierce eyes, meaning that he didn't want him to stand in the wrong line, Shen Boyong had a stalk in his neck, and he didn't follow him, but he didn't want to deal with Zhou Dingcheng.

At this time, Qiu Xiang, Pomegranate and others all retreated to a corner and got together with Wen Bin, Wen Zhengming, Shen Yue and others, which can be regarded as a small group of young people.

Qiu Xiang only reacted at this time, and almost killed her voice just now, so she said to Pomegranate embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, Sister Pomegranate, I don't know what happened just now, I don't seem to be able to control myself, I won't cause big trouble, right?"

Qiu Xiang is now familiar with the situation, and she is no longer called a son.

Pomegranate laughed, "No, but your voice really almost scared a bunch of people to death." ”

Xiao Nier smiled: "I still wondered, I really thought he was nervous." Do you really feel the pain of a needle?

Qiu Xiang looked at the portrait not far away, Wu Zi had palpitations, and said with some embarrassment: "I don't understand what's going on, anyway, I feel like there are many needles piercing my body in an instant, and I can't help but cry out if it's uncomfortable." Isn't it embarrassing, it's too embarrassing. ”

Wen Zhengming didn't care about the impact of this incident, he couldn't understand why such a strange thing happened, painting and writing for so many years was unheard of. Wen Zhengming turned his head and asked Shen Yue: "Old Shen, I'm not too good at painting, but tell me, what is the reason?"

Shen Yue smiled bitterly: "Calligraphy and painting are a family, regardless of each other, the principle is the same, you should understand this." You can't understand it, and I can't figure it out either, I think, this matter can only be asked later. ”

Since Wen Zhengming and Shen Yue are both falling into a five-mile fog, the others can imagine that none of them can explain everything that happened just now. At this time, Xiao Nier was the most proud, and said with a smile: "I told you before that the paintings he painted can fly away by themselves, and none of you believe me, have you seen it with your own eyes this time?"

Pomegranate smiled: "Yes, I'm sorry, we have wronged you before." Nill never tells lies, and we will believe your every word in the future. ”

Xiao Nier patted Qiu Xiang on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Sister Qiu Xiang, don't think about it, he won't blame you." The painting was painted by him, and the needle on the painting was also pierced by him, so he naturally understood why you called it. ”

Qiu Xiang's heart hanging in the air finally let go.

At this time, Wen Zhengming was the most distressed, he had already seen it, and this time it was a win, just with the many incredible phenomena of this painting, it was beyond the scope of a painting, and it was also incomparable to any painting, even he admitted it, and he won.

However, if he won, his 10,000 taels of silver will be gone, and he jumped into the pit by himself, complaining about others. Besides, in a word, he was exempted from gambling debts, but he couldn't afford to lose this person, and he was still thinking about how to raise this silver and how many words he needed to sell, and it seemed that he had to work hard for ten or eight years to plug this hole.

Shen Yue saw Wen Zhengming's thoughts, and said with a smile: "Don't panic, it's not decided yet, looking at Weng Lao and Sun Lao, it seems that they are very prejudiced about the situation, and the final result will definitely be unfavorable to the situation, maybe it will be beneficial to you." ”

Wen Zhengming looked at the corner of the opposite corner, at this time, Weng and Sun had already discussed, and took the initiative to call Zhou Dingcheng and Shen Boyong over, and the four judges finally discussed how to give a verdict.

Zhou Dingcheng was the loudest, and he could be heard muttering from a distance, he insisted that he had won, and was confident that most of the people in the hall agreed with him.

Shen Boyong was a little uncertain, his attitude wavered, and he was reluctant to express his opinion. Weng Yanling and Sun Guangshao insisted that besides, the painting was doubtful, and it was difficult to conclude whether it was a normal painting or a demon painting. Then, in this situation, the two sides should be considered a draw, and this game is decided as a draw.

"Tie? Which of your eyes can tell it's a tie? Ask the people in this room, and how many of them will agree with you. Zhou Dingcheng said angrily, and the blue tendons on his forehead were exposed.

Weng Yanling said lightly: "Why ask others, what we say will work, otherwise, please ask us to be the judges to do something, let everyone choose who wins." ”

Zhou Ding was speechless, knowing that these two old guys were deliberately squeezing each other, but he also had to respect the rules of the game. Although it's unfair, there is no way, after all, the judges are recognized, and the final verdict really has to be made by these people.

"Then tell me why you think it's a tie?" Zhou Dingcheng asked.

"Besides, there are indeed many magical and even strange things about this painting, but these are beyond the scope of painting, so they are not within the scope of our evaluation, and within the scope of our evaluation, they are actually inferior to Bohu. But considering that those magical, or rather weird places, can also confuse the eyes of many people, if you don't take it into account at all, I'm afraid that many people will not be convinced, but they will not be able to score normally, so we think this game is the most suitable for a draw. ”

Weng Yanling talked eloquently, he focused on the word "weird", just to plug Zhou Dingcheng's mouth.

Zhou Dingcheng pointed to the painting with his finger and said, "Isn't it still weird now? Isn't it back to normal?"

"Is it normal? That little girl screamed just now, didn't Lord Zhou hear it? Isn't it weird that a living person can feel the pain of the person on the painting?" Weng Yanling asked rhetorically.

Zhou Dingcheng was also a little unable to answer. Who let this kid play tricks? This is called being clever and being mistaken by cleverness. Isn't it better to be better than painting? Why do you have to stick a needle, who doesn't know that you are a medical family? You just love to show off, and a good winning game is messed up.

Although Zhou Dingcheng didn't think that there was any possibility of winning from the beginning, the moment he saw the painting about to fly away, he decided that he would win, not to mention that compared with Tang Bohu, even a famous painter of the dynasty, it was impossible for anyone's painting to achieve this effect. Unexpectedly, the miraculous things happened one after another, not to mention others, he felt a little creepy, so Weng Yanling said the word "weird", and he really couldn't refute it.

Especially when Shicai Qiuxiang made such a fuss, even Zhou Dingcheng was scared into a cold sweat, not because he was afraid of anything, but because he didn't know what else would happen. It is conceivable that if something goes wrong again, it will not be as simple as losing the painting, and the whole life will be lost.

The situation is a bit stalemate, both sides have reasons, but they can't completely gain the upper hand.

Sun Guangshao felt that what Weng Yanling said was not in place, so he added: "In fact, the value of a painting should also consider its commercial value, for example, the added value of the painter's fame and talent. After all, he is a fledgling, he is still young, and he has just become famous, and he is still incomparable with a talent like Bohu who has been famous for more than ten years, and his fame is all over the world. ”

Zhou Dingcheng sneered: "Didn't we say that we would draw and talk about the painting when we were ready, and not talk about anything else? Besides, you said that you want to add the commercial value of the painting, then it is easy to say, just now those adults have already set a painting for a few years, a painting of 10,000 taels of silver, can you tell me which painting of Bohu can be worth 10,000 taels of silver? Let's just say that this one in the competition is his breakthrough work, are you willing to buy 10,000 taels of silver? If you want to talk about commercial value, this is the embodiment of commercial value. ”

Weng and Sun shook their heads, they didn't dare to agree, no matter how they stood up for Tang Bohu, it was just to fight the situation, and they would never spend 10,000 taels of silver to buy a painting back. Their abacus, that is an iron abacus, will never do business without half a profit.

"That's not the case, those adults bought the paintings at a high price, just because of the weirdness of his paintings, and besides, he said that he couldn't paint this kind of painting often, and he would only have one in a few years. Bohu's painting can be painted in a few days and months. There is no comparison between the two, so it can be seen that Bohu's paintings are more in line with the market. ”

Zhou Dingcheng is one against the other, and Weng and Sun are arguing endlessly, both sides are the authority of this industry, and they also have various theories of the normative system, and no one can convince anyone when arguing, in fact, many times it is just a sophistry.

Chen Musa and the others were impatient, and walked over and said with a smile: "Several, I have heard a few words of your high opinion, although I am a layman, I should not interject, but I think your draw theory is very fair, two talents fighting, in fact, it is a competition, and it will definitely form a mustard if the winner is divided, which will be difficult to eliminate in the future, but it is not conducive to their future interactions." ”

Weng Yanling was overjoyed and said: "Yes, that's the reason, I can't express it, or Zhengjun stands tall and sees far." ”

He is now guarding a bottom line, and he must not let the situation win, otherwise how can he swallow this breath?

Zhou Dingcheng was also tired, tired of it, and didn't want to continue arguing, he didn't favor anyone between him and Tang Bohu, but he felt that he was indeed a little wronged if he didn't win, and he couldn't get used to the faces of Weng and Sun, and wanted to take this opportunity to slap them in the face.

"Well, since the old master has spoken, I don't think it should be judged by winning or losing, Bo Yong, you have no opinion. Zhou Dingcheng turned around and asked Shen Boyong.

Shen Boyong hurriedly said: "This is good, a draw, it shows that our Wuzhong people are peaceful, and we are waiting for talents to come out." ”

Chen Musa smiled: "I just suggest, thank you for giving me face, even if this game is a draw, you can announce the results to everyone." ”

The four judges announced the results of Weng Trillium, which is the oldest and oldest in respect.

As soon as the results were announced, there was a commotion in the hall, and everyone was extremely stunned, originally thinking that there was no suspense about winning, why did there be a draw now, what is the reason?

Wen Zhengming, Shen Yue and Zhou Wenbin immediately quarreled there. Pomegranate, Sisi and Xiao Nier were also chattering, but Qiu Xiang was stunned and didn't say a word.

Only Tang Bohu ignored the noise in the hall and was alone, still there stupidly looking at the autumn fragrance on the painting.

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