There is a servant in Tsing Yi to bring a small incense burner, insert a stick of incense, and light it with a fire fold, at this time the first sunny day after the rain, the autumn wind in the Guanxuan is very cool, the wind helps the fire, this incense burns a scale at a very fast speed. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Everyone took a breath in unison, their faces were solemn, and the time for this incense stick would probably be much shorter than the usual incense.

Zhou Ning used the Quanzhen Method, forced himself to be quiet, spread out the rice paper, waved the long hair in his hand, and began to paint.

In this contest of figure painting, the two chose Shuxuan, which also means that the competition between the two will be a strong competition.

Tang Bohu groaned slightly, and the brush in his hand began to outline the lines, and in an instant, the outline of a lady appeared on the drawing paper. He put pen to paper very quickly, and in an instant, a swing appeared on the drawing paper.

"So fast!"

Everyone couldn't help but look at each other, Tang Bohu's brushes seemed to be pushed by a pair of invisible hands, except for a few great Confucians, the people present couldn't even see the movement of the brushes at all. After a while, a lady with both form and spirit jumped on the paper.

"This is the second-grade painting technique 'moving the pen like flying'." Xie Xuan said in a low voice.

In the crowd, Zhou Yue frowned slightly, his eyes kept wandering back and forth on the picture scroll of Zhou Ning and Tang Bohu, compared with Tang Bohu's extremely fast movements, Zhou Ning's movements were slower.

At this moment, Zhou Ning was sketching a circle.

This seems to be ...... The head? Zhou Yue's gaze froze.

I saw Zhou Ning's pen walking the dragon and snake, and after a while, he had already drawn his facial features, this person had clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and his appearance was handsome, and he was Du Shisan, who was watching beside him.

"Hey, this style of painting...... Amazing! ”

Everyone in the audience was knowledgeable, and they couldn't help but gasp, looking at the drawing paper and then at Du Shisan, this ...... It's so similar! Could it be that this is Zhou Zhongdao's new painting style?

Du Shisan was also stunned, only to see Zhou Ning's pen getting faster and faster, and it didn't take long for Du Shisan to add a Confucian shirt, and from a distance, even the folds on the Confucian shirt were lifelike.

Du Shisan, on the drawing paper, was kneeling in front of several cases, leaning sideways and drinking wine. The action is free and easy.

Zhou Ning still didn't stop, and after a while, opposite Du Shisan, He Zhizhang's figure appeared again, rosacea, squinting eyes, and cyan Confucian shirts, all of which were vivid.

"Zhou Jun is really a genius." He Zhizhang also had a shocked look on his face, staring at the drawing paper for a moment.

Zhan Ziqian beside him was even more stunned, in this era, figure painting is mainly freehand, how can he ever see such a realistic painting style?

On Zhou Ning's painting paper, green qi faintly emerged, rising like mist.

"What a high talent......" Everyone couldn't help but look at each other and were shocked.

Zhou Ning didn't notice anything unusual, he only felt that the pen was very hearty, and it didn't take long for Zhang Xu to drink in the wine jar.

Zhang Xu clapped his hands and said: "The talent is already three inches, and Zhang is also a five-body suit." ”

Zhou Ning turned his pen and drew a few cases on the drawing paper, on which there were several wine vats, and on the opposite side of the cases, Xu Wenchang was sitting on his lap and drinking by himself.

Like the anomaly of Tang Yin, Zhou Ning's hand gradually turned into an afterimage, and even he didn't notice it, only after half a burnt of incense, four more people appeared on the drawing paper, and he knelt in the banquet and poured wine for Cui Zongzhi; Cui Zongzhi and Su Jin, beautiful men with red lips and white teeth, Jiao Sui staggered and drank happily.

Xie An's eyes also showed a look of shock, if he was not mistaken, this young man actually comprehended the second-grade painting technique of 'moving the pen like flying' without a teacher. And...... This style of painting is unprecedented. Who is this person?

At this time, Tang Bohu had already finished painting of ladies and inscribed the inscription: "Swing swing with tender waist, slender Jiaona and Yunping." Giggles and looks up, calling a nickname from the depths of the bamboo forest. ”

Tang Bohu admired the drawing paper quite complacently, but he didn't hear the exclamation in expectation, turned to look at the opposite side, and couldn't help but turn pale.

Zhou Ning paused, lifted the brush, dipped it in ink, and walked in the blank space in the upper right corner of the rice paper, brushing and writing poems, at this time, Shang Xiufang quietly walked to the crowd, watched from the side, and after a while, helped read out the written words.

"Song of the Eight Immortals in Drinking......"

Her voice was delicate and crisp, and the entire Wangguan Xuan could be heard clearly, and after a while, the faces of the onlookers were solemn, and their bodies were upright, Shang Xiufang read: "Zhizhang rides a horse like a boat, and sleeps at the bottom of the well." Wen Chang Sandou began to face the sky, and the road was salivating at the mouth of the koji car, and he hated to move to Jiuquan. ”

The first two sentences of "The Song of the Eight Immortals in Drinking" are magnificent, as if a mountain has pressed down!

The faces of the people around changed instantly......

Good atmospheric verses. Xu Wenchang, who had been lazy, also propped up his body, his ears were pricked up, and his eyes were firmly fixed on Zhou Ning's pen.

"Good poems, good words!"

At this moment, Zhou Ning seemed to hear the sound of a fight coming from the nearby houses, could it be ......

Frowning slightly, he continued to write.

"Zhou Ning spends 10,000 dollars on Rixing, drinks like a long whale and sucks hundreds of rivers, and the cup of music is called avoiding the virtuous."

"Zongzhi is a chic and beautiful young man, looking at the blue sky with white eyes, as bright as a jade tree in front of the wind."

Du Shisan also smiled, in his opinion, Zhou Ning's glass wine is of course a lot of money, and this poem is very appropriate.

Tang Bohu sat there, sighed, raised his wine glass and took a sip, and closed his eyes. Just a painting, half a poem, made him feel like he had been defeated.

Shang Xiufang's incomparably beautiful voice continued.

"Before Su Jin Changzhai embroidered Buddha, he often loved to escape Zen when he was drunk. Du Mu has a hundred poems, and the restaurant in YZ City sleeps. ”

Du Thirteen, Su Jin glanced at each other, laughed, raised a glass of wine, and drank it all.

On Zhou Ning's drawing paper, the green qi became more and more dense. It's almost condensed into a liquid.

Zhang Xu had three cups of grass sage, took off his hat and exposed his crown in front of the prince, waving the paper like a cloud of smoke. Jiao Sui Wudou Fang Zhuoran, talking about the four feasts. ”

Shang Xiufang slowly finished the last sentence, and Zhou Ning also stopped writing, left a note behind the poem, and threw the pen back into the tube.

The moment he stopped writing, the green aura rose more than four inches high, and all the talents around him looked at each other, and there was silence.

After a while, Xie An clapped his hands and said: "Good poems, good poems, good songs of the eight immortals in drinking." According to the old man, the world's poets, you and Li Taibai share eight buckets, and the rest have two buckets. ”

Is it really something important to say three times?

Zhang Xu was drunk at this time, suddenly took off his boots, lifted his pen, and wrote about the wild grass on the courtyard wall.

It was the song of the Eight Immortals in the drink that Zhou Ning chanted just now.

Zhou Ning watched intently, only to see Zhang Xu's pen walking the dragon and snake, the pen is chic and unpredictable, the pen is strong, and the momentum is down, and the changes are like ghosts and gods, and there are no clues. Vaguely a notch higher than his cursive handwriting.

After writing the last feast, Zhang Xu suddenly threw his pen and fell asleep.

This ......

"This time I lost again." Tang Bohu stepped forward with an ugly face, gave a deep salute, and said, "Tang Yin, thank Brother Zhou for his advice. ”

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"If you are good, you will help the world, and if you are poor, you will be good alone......"

Shi Long knew that the other party was satirizing himself by reciting the inscription he hung in the hall. He was very cultivated, he was not moved, he still sat in the chair, and said lightly: "It turned out that General Yuwen was in person, wasn't Brother Yuwen busy fighting for power with Shao Yuanjie and Pei Ju?" Why is there such a leisure to visit us and other outsiders? ”

Yu Wenhua and behind his negative hands, he walked into the hall like a walk, his cold eyes fell on Shi Long's face, and he sighed: "It's not that Brother Shi is tired, you have obtained the envy of the cultivators, but you don't offer it to the saint, teach him that the dragon's heart is displeased, the Lu of the food king, and the matter of loyalty to the king, I can only do a little errand to see if Brother Shi knows and understands." “

Shi Longxin screamed.