Chapter 0267 - He's pretending, right?

"This ......"

Hearing this group of people say such words, Old Man Qiao's expression was stunned. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This group obviously can't afford to lose.

He turned his gaze to Zhou Anbang, what he had just promised had already been said, and it was difficult to change his words now.

It's just that if he agrees, it is estimated that this little brother will be out of play.

He wouldn't believe that such a young boy could paint well in addition to being proficient in poetry and calligraphy.

Painting is not like writing with a physical spirit. Painting is more about rhyme, such a young man, without experience in the world, it is impossible to have a high level of painting.

Zhou Anbang's originally happy face also stiffened.

If you follow the number of roads in previous years, Lin Feng will undoubtedly win three rounds in this game.

But when it comes to painting, it's not a matter of winning or losing.

It's like a race between the champion and the runner-up, but there is a difference of a few tenths of a second, and others can't remember the runner-up, only the aura of the champion. The difference is huge.

There were only two people in this group, and he didn't know how to paint himself, so he had to set his eyes on Lin Feng.

Lin Feng thought for a moment, and said helplessly: "Since everyone has this meaning, and today is Old Man Qiao's birthday, that kid can't go against everyone's minds and disturb the atmosphere of this poetry club, so let's reluctantly compete with your seniors." ”

The big guy was happy at first, and then stunned.

Why does this tone sound a little weird?

It's like, if it weren't for Old Man Qiao's birthday, he wouldn't have bothered to compete.

However, seeing that he agreed, the atmosphere at the scene was obviously more enthusiastic than just now.

Especially the people from the other five teams, they were all a little proud. I thought to myself, I can finally find a field back. If among these dozens of people, in the face of a junior, they lost three games in a row, then if it spreads, it will not only be laughing and generous, it will be a big shame!

But more people can't help but think, shouldn't this kid even have to be passed down to painting?

Seeing him so calm and relaxed, it seems to be a little interesting!

This poetry meeting is really getting more and more interesting!

"Dare to ask everyone, how do you want to compare?" Lin Feng took the initiative to ask.

"Hehe......"

"How can this be compared, or let Old Man Qiao decide."

Seeing that Lin Feng took the initiative to bring it up, these people also blushed and couldn't speak!

I had to give this task to Old Man Qiao.

"Haha, okay. I'm going to do this, right? Old Man Qiao took over and asked, "I don't know what little brother is good at?" ”

Now that Lin Feng has already made concessions, in order to find a step for the old men, this Qiao Lao wants to compare Lin Feng with the side that Lin Feng is best at, which also shows that these people have some demeanor.

But who knew that Lin Feng didn't answer, but replied: "I don't care about this, today Old Man Qiao is the biggest, so please ask Old Man Qiao to decide." ”

"Wow! This kid can really tell. ”

"Look at this breath!"

A group of people were shocked.

If it's the first time they see this guy, they will definitely go up and slam it and say something like "unashamed".

But now, they don't dare to say it.

They had reason to believe that the kid should have two brushes on the painting as well, and they were looking forward to what the kid would do next.

"Boy, are you talking a little big?" Zhou Anbang secretly touched Lin Feng.

"Don't worry, Mr. Zhou, the calligraphy and painting are somewhat similar, and I also know a little bit."

Although he said so, he was thinking in his heart, since this outfit is all installed, then why don't you just pretend to the end......

"Hehe, good boy, have courage!" Qiao Lao smiled heartily, "Then I'll talk about it." In this third scene, we will make a painting at random, with no restrictions on the genre, no limit on the type, no limit on the brushwork, just at will. But there is a requirement, that is, there should be a few lines of small poems next to the painting to make a small question. What do you think? ”

When he said this, he took good care of Lin Feng.

Draw as much as you want, and write as you like. And Lin Feng's performance in poetry is already good, and then he is also amazing in calligraphy. Even if the painting is not very good, but with poetry and calligraphy to make up for it, it will not lose too much.

Everyone can figure out this meaning, but it is tacit.

They don't think that this kid can win this third game!

Now, it's not a competition of six teams, it's become a competition between the older generation and this kid.

No matter who wins, as long as this kid doesn't win, then their faces won't be too gloomy.

Among those present, there are masters of poetry and painting.

For example, Qi Lao's flower and bird paintings, Xin Sanye's bamboo and stone, and Ren Lao's landscapes are all today's wonderful hands.

This one, no matter what, they didn't think they could lose. Since you can't lose anything, of course you have to be generous.

"Okay!"

"Whatever Elder Qiao says, it's what it is."

"Let's get started."

"Take Danqing!" Master Chen said to the hostess behind him.

After a while, six pairs of danqing and painting clips were sent forward and laid out.

Five great people in the world, painting in public, how spectacular!

If you miss today, it is estimated that you will never see it again in this life.

What's more, there is one more young junior today, which is certainly unique in the world.

They certainly can't miss it.

Even dozens of people who were not competing came forward.

Those in the back had to stand on tiptoe and reach their necks to look in.

It's not as fast as writing poetry.

So the time was limited to twenty minutes.

The six of them didn't start writing at first, but they either lowered their heads or looked up to think, or looked at the drawing paper with their eyes, and silently laid out in their hearts.

None of the others were idle, well, yes, they weren't idle......

"Do you think this little guy is really proficient in painting?"

"Hmm...... someone shook his head, "it's not good, generally speaking, if you can practice poetry and calligraphy to this level, you should have some skills in painting." ”

This is not unreasonable, since the guqin, chess, calligraphy and painting are not separated. But he was only in his early twenties, so how could he have so much time to practice so much? ”

"Old man Ren is right, the so-called more is not fine."

Five minutes passed.

The other five already have a rough outline on the painting, and even the meaning of the painting is already clear.

But there was nothing on Lin Feng's painting folder.

The creature was still holding the paintbrush, motionless, with its head tilted, its mouth closed and not speaking, nor making any movements. Even his breathing became very weak and steady.

Eight minutes passed......

He hadn't moved yet.

The scene was a little weird for a while.

Someone couldn't help but guess: "This kid just said a big thing, shouldn't it be pretended, and now the pen is out of stock?" ”

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Sep 27, 2016 17:41:07

(To be continued.) )