"Feathers have always been very careful." Zhuang Moran said this, and Rousha had nothing to refute.

Indeed, Beiling has always been a very careful person among the three of them.

"Sue me, why." After Zhuang Moran took a deep breath, he endured the anger in his heart that hated iron and steel, and asked calmly.

Yu Rousha raised her head, looked at Zhuang Moran, and shook her head: "Now is not the time. ”

"Now is not the time, what is the time! Yurou yarn, you figure it out! Ink Dye roared.

"I'm sorry. This is really not something that can be sued to you now. After the peak meeting, I will tell you the truth. Well, it's getting late, and I want to rest. "Yurousha gave an eviction order.

"Jade Rousha! Don't be so willful, okay! Zhuang Moran was also angry.

"Please leave." Yu Rousha didn't say much, and as soon as she raised her hand, the door opened, and she pointed out the door.

Glancing at the open door, Zhuang Moran waved his sleeves angrily and turned to leave.

Yu Rousha withdrew her hand, and the door closed automatically again.

She covered her face and covered her lips and slowly squatted down, and sat down on the ground, tears had already flooded, and she couldn't cry anymore.

"Master......" A white dragon came out of nowhere and took on a human form. The voice was glutinous, and the little hand patted her back as a sign of comfort.

"Feather Leaf ......" Yu Rousha suddenly threw herself into Feather Leaf's arms and cried.

Hazuha was stunned for a moment and then smiled with relief: "Don't be afraid, Hazuha is here, I will always protect you." I will, always protect you. ”

Summer nights always pass so quickly that all of a sudden it's daytime again.

Today, just like yesterday, there are only two competitions - book and painting.

These two tests are written skills, and for those big families and royal families, these are just daily basic training, so they should be quite interesting.

In this first event, the competition is not a book but a drawing

The calligraphy and painting competition of the Fengliu Conference is not an ordinary calligraphy and painting competition. The general calligraphy and painting competition is just for people to draw inscriptions, write poems, or ancient poems, solitaire, or couplets, etc., which are common and common. The Peak Conference is a grand banquet once in ten years, a grand competition, and naturally it will not be so vague and uninteresting.

Calligraphy and Painting CompetitionThe calligraphy and painting competition is naturally related to painting calligraphy and the like, and the strong taste of ink is indispensable, but this time the Haoyue Dynasty is ingenious, and the order of the calligraphy and painting competition has reached a position, first painting and then writing, and after completing the painting, the people who participated in the book competition wrote inscriptions on the completed painting. Mention the relevant verses according to the content of the painting. Then the audience will be judged.

Of course, this painting is not painted on paper, but in the sky, in the air. Pigments, naturally, are pigments of various colors, which will not change. What has changed is the tool for loading paint, this time it has been replaced by a vat.

Think about it, on a small stage, eight people from four countries are on the stage together, this scene is not too spectacular!

Beiling scoffed at this way of playing, feeling that it was simply a waste of time and sensationalism. It's not interesting at all. So, today, fortunately, she planned to sleep for the day.

After Mu Shengtian announced the official start of today's competition, a ceremonial officer announced the list of participants in the painting skills competition. Bei Ling listened to it when he was bored, but when he heard the names of those two people, he was slightly surprised, and it only took a few seconds to regain his calm.

Wei Yunan of the Chinese Dynasty, Zhuang Mo Dye of the Haoyue Dynasty, Dongfang Jian Yu of the Poquan Dynasty, and Ye Lime of the Nanshu Dynasty.

Although she and Wei Yunan have been together for three years, they have not had a deep relationship. In her impression, she is nothing more than a little girl who loves to cry and eat, and she is good at medicine but not a climate, so she is not afraid.

Zhuang Mo dyed, this girl's painting level is that half-, and the painting can barely make out what it is, and there is nothing to be afraid of.

As for the last leaf lime, this man is not ripe. I've just heard some rumors about her. She is the prime minister's concubine and is very favored. It should be regarded as a small jasper, and it is said that he is a handkerchief with a soft yarn. As for the rest, she didn't know much and didn't look into it carefully.

However, it seems that Dongfang Jian Yu should not have a problem beating them.

Just as Beiling was looking at those people, the game had already begun.

Since you are painting in the air, you must use spiritual power to paint the paint into the air. This is a great test of the cohesion and control of the contestants.

I have to praise that this test is still a bit difficult.

on the field.

Dongfang Jian Yu glanced at Zhuang Moran, and opened his mouth with a mockery: "Dare to play even if you are a half-hanger?" ”

Zhuang Moran raised his eyebrows coldly, snorted and ignored him.

"Huh. Don't blame my men for being ruthless when you lost too badly. Dongfang Jian Yu didn't care either, and continued.

"Hey, don't think that just because your painting is better than mine, you're going to win. Don't forget, there are two other people besides you and me! ”

"They're not in the realm of thought anymore." Dongfang Jian Yu came lightly.

Zhuang Moran snorted coldly: "Hmph! Wait to lose! Then he raised his hand and began to paint.

Dongfang Jian Yu didn't say anything anymore.

The time to paint is a stick of incense.

The time for a stick of incense passed quickly, and the paintings of the four were basically finished, and now the poem was missing.

Four people went off the field and the other four people played.

Mu Qiyu of the Haoyue Dynasty, Yun Xuanling of the Huaxia Dynasty, Mu Senyu of the Poquan Dynasty, and Yurousha of the Nanshu Dynasty.

Seeing the last Yurou yarn to come to the stage, Beiling's eyes darkened, and her eyes were fixed on her right hand.

Last night, since Beiling sent Zhuang Modye to investigate, it was natural that Modye would tell Beiling everything in detail. What happened to Beiling's natural way of soft yarn's hand.

"She will use her left hand."

Bei Ling is right, Yu Rou Sha uses her left hand.

Looking at her skillful appearance, she must have been practicing for a long time. It seems that the abolition of the right hand was not a matter of this month, but a few months ago. It's time to ask.

Soon, the poem was ready.

Finally, it's time to vote.

There are a total of eight boxes on the stage, four of which are used to evaluate paintings, and the other four are used to evaluate calligraphy. One thousand four hundred and thirty-one people stepped down one after another, each with two tickets in their hands.

The time to vote is still a stick of incense.

After the incense burned the last section, someone came up and counted the votes. This time, the votes were counted in the same way as last time, with two people from each country on the field.

Everyone is waiting for the final votes to come out.

These two games are two very crucial games, and whether a country can win the first competition will be opened. So, everybody cares.

Except, the demon Qianzhu of the Poquan Dynasty - he has been reading books by himself!