"I don't agree with a direct victory, but we still have to discuss the gains and losses. Weng Yanling said suddenly.

"Tell me why you want to. When Chen Musa heard this, he forcibly suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart and said indifferently.

"There's no particular reason, I haven't seen what a real psychic work looks like, and there is no legal standard for that. Weng Yanling was originally opposed for the sake of opposition, and he couldn't find enough reasons for a while, so he had to argue strongly.

"That's a really good reason for a connoisseur to say something like that. Lian Daning laughed, and the laughter was very sarcastic.

Sun Guangshao secretly tugged at the corner of Weng Yanling's clothes, and he felt blushing.

Zhou Dingcheng roared and laughed: "I think it's very simple, Bohu's painting is basically evaluated, wait for half an hour, let's evaluate this painting, if there is no vision, it will be lost." If there is an anomaly, everyone will score it again, so that they won't even be able to score. ”

Zhou Dingcheng's words were thorny, but everyone couldn't mention any disagreement.

The official of the Ministry of Rites, who had always been upright, said with a smile: "Lord Zhou's words are reasonable, I think it should be done like this, wait for half an hour, there is nothing to do anyway." ”

So, the people in the room chatted in groups of three, and several officials divided Tang Bohu and the six officials, and every three people grabbed one and began to talk about the west.

There is no prejudice among these two groups, and the one who pulled Tang Bohu is not particularly good to Tang Bohu, but worse, on the contrary, these people are invited by Lian Daning to help the situation and support the scene, if it weren't for the face of this upstart in Nanjing officialdom, they really wouldn't necessarily come to join in the fun.

The official who grabbed Tang Bohu was already familiar with him, and asked him if there were any particularly outstanding Qing people in Suzhou City recently, whether Tang Bohu had drawn a new series of pictures of the Spring Palace, and so on.

There are a lot of people who ask about it, because I didn't notice that there is such a talent in Suzhou before, so I ask everything from his family background to his growth experience, and I have to answer them patiently one by one.

Chen Musa and Lian Daning accompanied Weng Yanling and Sun Guangshao to talk, no matter what they thought in their hearts, this matter had to be done successfully, and the matter had come to this point, and no one wanted anything to go wrong.

"Two, you really accepted a good student, it's just too worry-free, and you will worry about it in the future. Weng Yanling vented his bitterness on the two of them, as if they had suffered a lot of crimes.

"Talented, just like that, we should still be more tolerant of them, such as Bohu, when have people been worrying about it all these years? Lian Daning said with a smile.

"Bohu is different, his little thoughts are on his face, and besides, this kid has hidden his thoughts very deeply. Sun Guangshao's words were obviously counted.

"The two of you are too prejudiced, today's incident is actually a misunderstanding, I won't say much, you go back and think about it from the beginning. If there is something wrong with this child, it is mine, and I have taught him badly. Chen Musa said with a slight dismay.

Hearing this, Weng and Sun stopped talking, if they wanted to say anything more, it would be tantamount to scolding Chen Musa directly. Although they didn't say it, they were scolding in their hearts: You don't admit yourself, no wonder this kid is so bad, it's all because you, a pseudo-Taoist, are bad and bad.

"The hour has come. ”

Everyone thought it was just a moment of work, and suddenly heard Zhou Dingcheng shouting.

So, all eyes were on him, watching him go up and uncover the two little pictures.

This time, everyone was relatively stable and not surprised. After the painting was unveiled, I saw that the colors on the canvas were getting richer and thicker, as if the light points were shining, and then they condensed together, piece by piece, and after a short time, the whole painting gradually lit up.

"There is a vision. I don't know who shouted excitedly.

"Be careful, don't let the painting fly away. Someone shouted again.

Zhou Dingcheng didn't hold down the painting this time, besides, he won't fly away this time, the essence of the gathering is not enough, and if he believes it, he wants to show his composure in front of Weng Yanling and Sun Guangshao.

In a moment, the person in the painting is alive, and this is the feeling, no longer a portrait painted on the canvas, but a real person standing there, although the whole body does not move, but the eyes are tactful, but the infinite style is reflected.

"Oh my God. Tang Bohu's whole body softened, he knelt on one knee on the ground, holding his hands in front of his chest, as if he wanted to dedicate his heart to a beauty not far away.

"God, God. Several of the officers also stood up, looking at each other in admiration.

"Besides, how did you do that?" the official of the Ministry of Rites couldn't help but ask.

Besides, he shook his head with a wry smile, he didn't know, not because he was modest or wanted to hide something, but he really didn't know what was going on. Because it all makes sense.

This is a bit like the talisman made by the old man of Qianji, but after all, the talisman is only a weapon, not a life, but now he is like creating a life, not to mention others, even he feels incredible.

Meng Fanjun stood beside him and said with a smile: "Boy, when the time comes, I will draw a picture of the Holy Ancestor of Nanjian, if it is painted to this extent, it can be used as the treasure of Nanjian's town prison." ”

Besides, sticking out his tongue and drawing Confucius? Isn't that looking for retribution, really painting Confucius alive, I don't know how many Confucian disciples in this world have survived with faces, and they have long since turned their backs on the teachings of their ancestors.

Meng Fanjun's words can be described as a typical Ming version of Ye Gong Haolong.

"I can't do it, old master, the students really can't do it. Besides, he hurriedly excused himself with a bitter face.

"This kind of painting, it is already a miracle that a person can draw one in his lifetime, and it is impossible to always be able to do it. The official of the Ministry of Rites said with a smile.

"This is the eye-catching method, right?" Shen Yue squeezed to his side and asked excitedly.

The eye-dotting method is too famous, but no one has seen it at all, and I didn't expect to have the blessing of seeing it with my own eyes.

"I don't know, maybe it's. But I seem to have failed. Besides, he nodded.

"Is this still called failure? Are you sincere and angry, don't you pay for your life?" Shen Yue was really angry and vomited blood.

"No, I think that after Master Gu drew the dragon with the eye-catching method, there was a thunderbolt immediately, the rain was pouring down, and the dragon on the wall flew away by the thunderstorm, what kind of momentum was that, I just had a momentum in this painting, and I couldn't fly away at all. Besides, explained.

"Is that called failure? You're really, I want to strangle you. Master Gu's Flying Dragon incident, I don't know how many literati later rendered and processed it, but you are really born in front of you. Shen Yue also completely lost his usual and solemn demeanor, and was so excited that he was about to jump.

Before, he didn't pay attention to the outside, so he didn't see the scene of Qiu Xiang Ling flying in the painting, and now the scene not only made him crazy with envy and jealousy, but also made him crazy with surprise and happiness.

"I don't like to paint, otherwise I would have wanted to strangle him. The official of the Ministry of Rites said with a smile.

"I don't want to pinch him, the old man just wants him to go to school as soon as possible. Meng Fanjun smiled and said.

"Let me touch it. Tang Bohu stepped forward and wanted to reach out and touch the autumn fragrance on the painting.

"No, you can't touch it. Besides, he hurriedly shouted.

"Besides, boy, I can't do it. When Zhou Dingcheng heard this shout, he immediately turned sideways in front of the painting, blocking Tang Bohu's outstretched hand.

"Why?"

Tang Bohu turned his head and stared at the situation viciously, and said in his heart: I can't touch the real body of Miss Qiuxiang, can't I touch the Qiuxiang of this painting, is Qiuxiang really your forbidden belly?

Besides, he only remembered one thing at this time, if Tang Bohu hadn't stepped forward to touch it, he wouldn't have thought of this.

"Brother Bohu, don't get me wrong, the painting at this time will absorb people's spirit, and anyone who touches it will be hurt. Besides, he hurried over and explained.

"Nonsense, is it okay to lie to people and find a better reason?" Tang Bohu's eyes seemed to be about to breathe fire.

"I'm not lying to you, if this painting sucks the essence of others, it may lead to unknowable changes. Besides, I had to explain it as best I could.

He used to hold down the painting when he wanted to fly away, and at that moment he felt the essence in his body draining, and that was at that moment he understood this.

If the painting is obscured by the painting, or when the essence of the painting is exhausted, there is no problem with touching it, but now it is not.

The autumn fragrance on the painting is painted by overdrawing his own five-year longevity, I don't know how many essences are contained, each time only a small part can stimulate the effect, so it didn't fly away on the spot, if all these essences are activated, it can't be stopped. Besides, he said that he failed, because after the painting, the characters in the painting failed to activate all the essences.

These were all things he felt in a split second, and if he could have foreseen all this, he would not have painted this picture at all.

"I'm willing, and if that happens, I'm willing to be angry. Tang Bohu didn't believe it at all, he thought that he was making up a reason not to let him touch the autumn fragrance on the painting.

Weng Yanling sneered: "Is this still a disciple of the Master of Science?" ”

Not only do these two people not believe it, but others don't believe it either, the person on the painting is already a miracle of miracles when he lives, and he can automatically absorb the essence of people, is this the person who painted it or the demon?

However, most people still remain silent, after all, there is already a miracle that they cannot reason, and even if they don't believe it, it is difficult for them to find a reason to refute it at once.

"If Elder Weng doesn't believe it, you can come up and try it. Besides, he was not annoyed, and said to Weng Yanling.

"If Weng Lao can, why can't I. When Tang Bohu heard this, he became even more angry.

"Because Weng is old and weak, even if he is sucked by the painting, it is easy to cut off. And I couldn't help but explain.

"What, are you deceiving me for being old and frail?!" Weng Yanling was suddenly furious, and he couldn't wait to step forward and give this kid a resounding slap.