readx;? No way. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info and rejected Zhou Dingcheng in one bite.

Even if you want to win, you can't use this method, so it's really better to find an ancient painting to copy.

"Then you replace the head of your immortal diagram with Qiu Xiang, and you only have that immortal diagram that can beat Tang Bohu. Zhou Dingcheng came up with another idea.

"The immortal picture has been changed to Qiu Xiang, goddess, big brother, you're not kidding me, are you?" and said with a wry smile.

"What are you teasing about? There is some incongruity in the part, and if you use heavy ink and thick colors to render it, ordinary people can't see it. Zhou Dingcheng is colorful.

If you want to pass the level, this is a good way, but this time you have made up your mind to fight a decisive battle, you must be real, even if you lose, you will never cheat.

In fact, replacing the head of the fairy picture with Qiu Xiang can't be regarded as cheating, because the original painting is his own work, at most it can be regarded as opportunistic. However, the picture of the fairy is an old fairy, and if it is changed to a young goddess, many places have to be redrawn, and the shape, color, and folds of the clothes almost have to be changed.

"No, I'd like to actually draw one myself. And shook his head.

"You can think about it, there is not much time left, I have racked my brains these days, I have thought of all possibilities, and this is the only way to win. Zhou Dingcheng said.

"I know that I always dream of winning, I want to win once, but I don't cheat or take shortcuts, even if I lose in the end. "Besides, seriously.

"Okay, boy, even if you have a kind, 40,000 taels of silver, I feel distressed if I really lose. You, don't you know that firewood and rice are expensive, and you don't know that the pot is made of iron. Zhou Dingcheng muttered.

For several days, Akika was asked to pose in various poses and show various expressions, and then he would capture the things that moved him the most and draw them on paper.

It's a pity that he still couldn't find the kind of look he imagined, and the image of Qiu Xiang in his imagination is shining from the inside out. Of course, this is an imagination, in fact, I want Qiu Xiang to express her inner beauty to the fullest.

He really felt frustrated at this time, time was running out, and it was still time-consuming to paint an oil painting, but he still couldn't fully grasp it.

He knew that Qiu Xiang was not to blame, but that he was not hot enough, and even his observation ability was not deep enough to detect Qiu Xiang's inside.

At night, he didn't think about anything, completely according to Chen Musa's teachings, sat quietly and relaxed, no longer contemplated the old man Qianji, no longer visualized the image of Qiu Xiang, didn't think about anything, put winning or losing out of the equation, and even completely forgot about the painting.

He has made some progress in this regard, after completely relaxing at night, when observing Qiu Xiang during the day, he does feel something, and seems to have captured something, although it is not clear enough, but on the canvas, it seems that there is something more.

"The pressure on himself was still too great to fully relax. Pomegranate said after observing him for a few days.

"Isn't it a good thing that there is pressure to be motivated?"

"If you walk with a mountain on your back, it's not a good thing. Pomegranate said with some worry.

It's scary, it's true, pressure does bring motivation, but if it's the pressure of a mountain, it doesn't translate into motivation, it's complete pressure.

"Then he won't be crushed, will he?"

"It's not enough to be overwhelming, but then he can't play to his full level, he wants to stimulate himself, bring out his inner potential, and this time it seems self-defeating. ”

The pomegranate bystanders are clear, but they can see at a glance what the problem is.

"Then what to do, you persuade him. ”

"There's no way, the old man has specially enlightened him, and he himself understands, but he just can't let go of that mountain. He was the only one who could do it, and no one could help him. Pomegranate's face turned a little pale.

She really doesn't care if she wins or loses, even if she loses this time, it's just a challenge failure, and next time, unlike Tang Bohu, who belongs to the battle to defend the title, and can't afford to lose at all.

What she worries about is that besides, she has a vague feeling, and she is desperate, using a desperate spirit to overdraw her potential, I don't know if it will be useful or not, but one thing is clear, and it will hurt a lot to do so.

"Nier, you persuade him, don't try so hard, just draw casually, if you lose, you will lose. Pomegranate said to Xiao Nier.

"I can't persuade him, you know his temperament, what he recognizes, ten cows can't pull it back. Xiao Nier is more distressed than a pomegranate, but at this time, she can only endure and watch.

"Are all men like this? Sisi sighed that she had also seen such a situation in Wenbin.

"He wants to do something for Sister Qiuxiang, not entirely for himself. Xiao Nier said.

Pomegranate and Sisi are also dumbfounded, these days, they are "supervising" on the side, sure that there is no trace of that meaning for Qiu Xiang, his eyes are clear and bright, just observing, not even appreciating.

Both of them are beautiful women, and they can feel the eyes of men when they have desires for themselves, and they don't even need to look at them, they can feel them physically.

Besides, she just wanted to do something for Qiu Xiang and let her get rid of Tang Bohu's entanglement.

Moreover, he knew in his heart that it was not only that, this was only one aspect, and in addition, his self-esteem was aroused, and he wanted to prove his ability with a real victory. He realized that he was not only a matter of affairs, but also Zhu Yunming, although he had almost forgotten this.

Zhu Yunming is a calligrapher on the same level as Wen Zhengming, although I haven't heard that he has the same achievements in painting, but since he is Zhu Yunming, then he must be worthy of this name in painting.

Only he knows this.

Not only is it a negative mountain, but Tang Bohu is the same, and even surpasses.

Tang Bohu stayed at home for many days, changed his previous cheerful personality, and became a literati who walked heavily, and no longer had the flying power of a generation of calligraphy and painting masters.

His pressure came from two aspects, one was Qiu Xiang's gains and losses, and the other was 20,000 taels of silver, although he only bet 15,000 taels, it was also a huge amount of money.

Her wife's dowry was rich, but it was only about 50,000 taels of silver, which was already very considerable at that time. He was not good at living and running a house, nor was he good at long-term household finance, and he had a ridiculous period of gambling and prostitution, and these assets have shrunk significantly.

In the past few years, he has earned a lot of silver through calligraphy and painting, and his annual income is only one or two thousand taels of silver, which is enough for his family. But if he exported another fifteen,000 taels of silver, he would have to go bankrupt directly.

On the other hand, he always linked Qiu Xiang's gains and losses to the victory or defeat of this competition, and always felt that once he lost, Qiu Xiang would completely belong to someone else, and there was no longer any hope.

As for his fame, whether the reputation of the first genius can be kept, this pressure is now very light in comparison.

His wife has long given up the idea of "husbandry", and she has no children to teach, she is sad and sick every day, and she rarely sees him. His home is basically the cuckoo taking care of it, taking care of his wife, taking care of him, and presiding over the entire housework.

"Xianggong, isn't it just a painting, I've never seen you work so hard before, what's the difference with this painting?"

Tang Bohu shook his head, even the cuckoo could feel that he was struggling, which showed that the difference in state had reached a certain level.

Calligraphy and painting are not "laborious" work, but to enter the state, the heart and God will meet, wonderful and natural, so that there is a god to create, if it is only hard to do, that is, the general work.

One day, several literati gathered at Wen Zhengming's house, and everyone was a little uneasy when they talked about it.

"Bohu seems to be going to smash the pot. Wen Zhengming said.

"No, Bohu's skills are there, and it won't be bad to draw casually. Shen Zhou didn't believe this.

"He's just so stressed that he can't even paint casually. "Wen Zhengming is really Tang Bohu's confidant and understands his problem.

Su Qingdong, who was listening on the side, immediately turned green, and kept muttering in his heart: No, this will definitely not be.

"You haven't seen Bohu much these days, have you?"

Shen Zhou asked, meaning that Wen Zhengming might not know Tang Bohu's true state.

"This also needs to meet him, in the past, when he painted, he didn't always paint in the morning, came out at noon to ask us to drink, and went to a few of his friends to socialize in the evening, how could he have been closed for so long like now?" Wen Zhengming said with some worry.

As soon as he said this, the people around him understood that these people were all relatively close to Tang Bohu, and they couldn't see Tang Bohu for several days, so they ran to Wen Zhengming's house every day to inquire about the news, no one thought that it would be this result, and they all felt quite uncomfortable.

"Brother Bohu is not studying any tricks, I heard that this is also the case, day and night behind closed doors, the two of them may be practicing some tricks, and want to use tricks to defeat their opponents in this competition. One person speculated.

"Painting has a fart trick, that is, eyesight, realm, skills, and heat, this is not a day or two, a month or two can be practiced, do you think it is a martial arts trick, a few days can practice a novel trick, and then surprise to win?" Shen Zhou scoffed at this.

In addition to Tang Bohu, Shen Zhou is the authority of painting, and as soon as he said this, others were only convinced.

Hearing the words of these two people, everyone else was a little shocked, and the mountain of faith in Tang Bohu in their hearts had begun to waver.

The most bitter thing is Su Qingdong, who feels that his 10,000 taels of silver are about to fly away, this is a boiled duck, it won't really fly away in the pot, right?

"Buddha bless, bless Bohu must win. Su Qingdong kept praying in his heart, more like a desperate wail.

Wen Zhengming shook his head, sighed, speechless, his eyes were full of pain and confusion.