Mu Ling listened to the discussion of the two boys behind her, and couldn't help smacking her tongue, she didn't expect that little boy to be so powerful, was he really born to hit an ordinary person like her?

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The host introduced a lot of people, most of whom Mu Ling had never heard of, presumably those people who Dong Yushi said were concentrating on building in the deep mountains and old forests.

The judges are all well-known bigwigs, and Dong Yushi is also impressively listed, after all, officially, he is the most powerful person in the Chinese painting industry.

Master Qiurun also sat down, unlike Dong Yushi's tall and vigorous body, he looked round, with a bit of crane face and white hair.

"Next, it is the long-awaited exchange, said to be an exchange, I am afraid that the exchange is more appropriate, all young people under the age of 25 can participate, and then by the judges and the public comprehensive score, the highest score, will be awarded the title of 'new star in the painting world', this is a title that is only awarded once in ten years, alas, I want it all."

The host gives full play to his funny skills and tries to enliven the atmosphere, but there is no way, there are competitors underneath, so he has long been-for-tat, how can he have fun exchanging feelings.

"Sister, will you take me to paint?" Suddenly, a bald little radish appeared beside Mu Ling, holding her hand with a look of adoration.

The sudden child caught Mu Ling off guard, isn't this the great-grandson of Master Qiurun described by others? I heard that she was only eight years old, how did you touch her?

"Well, kid, the game hasn't started yet, so you'll have to wait a while."

In an instant, Mu Ling switched her role and turned into a wolf in sheep's clothing, which is really cute!

"What's your name, little friend?"

"I, my name is Runtu." Little Radish was obviously very happy, but his name really startled Mu Ling.

Leap soil? Could it be that Master Qiurun is a Lu Xun fan?

Looking at Runtu's cute look, Mu Ling couldn't help it, stretched out her claws and began to ravage his face.

Wow, children's skin is good.

In this way, Mu Ling had a lot of fun alone.

"Mu Ling, let's go, you can go paint." At this time, Tang Xiaochen walked over from the side and reminded.

Just now, the host announced the start, and his younger sister is still teasing the child, huh? Isn't this the famous prodigy, how did they meet?

With curiosity, Tang Xiaochen didn't say much, and walked to the painting table by himself.

When Xiao Runtu heard that he could paint, his whole eyes lit up, and he broke free of Mu Ling's little hand in an uproar, and ran in the direction of Tang Xiaochen desperately.

Knowing why she has achieved so much at such a young age, she doesn't believe that she has such a degree of enthusiasm and not such a big reputation.

Shaking her head helplessly, Mu Ling was also ready to go, now, it was her time to show her skills!

There are ten long drawing tables in front, each with ten sets of painting tools on it, and the paper needs to be collected by yourself.

After taking two pieces of paper, Mu Ling picked a place casually, well, it was right between Tang Xiaochen and Xiao Runtu.

The feeling of being sandwiched from both sides is very stressful~~~

didn't start the pen first, Mu Ling first moistened the pen, adjusted the ink, and then looked at what others had drawn.

Tang Xiaochen's painting skills are already clear to her, now let's take a look at her biggest competitor - Runtu.

Huh? What is this drawing?

I saw Xiao Runtu scribbling on the white paper with a concentrated face, at least she didn't see any tricks.

Could it be that there is a mystery hidden in it?

Resisting the curiosity in her heart, Mu Ling began her journey, first mobilizing the spiritual power around her, injecting it into the tip of her nose, and then drawing the branches of plum blossoms with one stroke, vigorous and vigorous.

After that, with the shade, patiently decorate the plum blossoms on it, and finally change the pen to connect the branches.

For about half an hour, Mu Ling looked at her aura-filled pictures, and a sense of pride arose.

However, when she turned her head to look at Xiao Runtu, her heart was shocked.

Is this really from an eight-year-old?

It's impossible, but looking at Xiao Runtu still painting and calligraphy on it, I can only sigh that there are people outside the world.

His paintings do not resemble landscapes, but they have the unique majestic momentum of freehand landscapes, not like stubborn stones, but with the jagged brushstrokes of antique stubborn stones.

That's right, this is a picture that you can't understand what is drawn, but you can read the charm of the picture inside, this is a masterpiece that can only be understood and cannot be conveyed, and the beauty of Mu Ling's aura is diametrically opposed, this is a purely artistic essay.

No, you can't just admit defeat, and you can't lose to a boy younger than yourself!

After making up her mind, Mu Ling directly tore off the plum blossom and took a large piece of paper again.

What should I draw?

Suddenly, Mu Ling had no idea again.

What is it that can destroy the soul? What can be a heart? What is it that makes people severing attract?

That's right, it's the instinct of the body!

When a person is confronted with a masterpiece, when a person's instinct is mobilized by a painting, will he still focus on the profundity of thought?

Therefore, what Mu Ling has to do is to paint a painting that can mobilize instinct.

But how can this be said to be a painting, Mu Ling bit her lip and began to think.

And the first point that Mu Ling thought of was terrorism, well, it just scared you at a glance, but this kind of thing is obviously not feasible.

It's October and the weather has cooled down, and it's always raining lightly and it's overcast. So what do people most want to see at this moment? Or what do you aspire to the most?

Warm sunshine.

This was the only thing Mu Ling thought of.

But how does the sun behave? Wu, she thought of a note.

said that if you start writing, Mu Ling did not hesitate at all, dipped in ink and began to dance, but every stroke was extremely meticulous.

This painting was Mu Ling's first challenge, imitating Van Gogh's oil painting and painting a Chinese version of "Sunflowers".

It is not without reason that the painting of sunflowers has been passed down to this day, and it is certainly a symbol of the times and a spirit.

But for Chinese paintings, a few abrupt flowers are definitely not good, and Mu Ling added a few frolicking sparrows to the ground.

The payment is done, and Mu Ling at this time is obviously much more confident.

Even if the ideological level is not as good as Xiao Runtu's abstract paintings, she is very confident in the sense of substitution and integration of this painting.

With the blessing of spiritual power, it became extremely agile, as if such a scene suddenly appeared in front of my eyes.

handed in the scroll, it was obvious that the person who received the painting was stunned for a moment, and Mu Ling knew that her goal had been achieved.

The next step is the waiting time, each of which has to be processed and photographed and projected on a large screen, and the judges on the stage can see it up close.

The pictures were handed to the judges one by one, and the people below couldn't help but get nervous. (To be continued.) )