The dragon incense ink pill under the sun has a special dark halo, and the expression of the flying fairy outside the sky is as smart as true, even the strings on the pipa are also clear.

Huo Qi couldn't wait to take it in his hand, and after looking at it for a long time, he was very reluctant to hand it over to other famous craftsmen, he pointed to the goatee and praised, "A good day outside the flying immortals, a good nine heavenly Xuannu, a good dragon incense ink pill." ”

Needless to say, Gu Fei passed this competition by being praised by all the famous craftsmen.

When Zi Kite stepped down, she put the dragon incense ink pill into the ink cartridge in front of everyone, then held it with both hands, motioned to the two maids to roll up the ink fairy picture, and swayed in front of Gu Fei with her hands, and stood behind her with low eyebrows, without saying a word.

Everyone's eyes fell on Gu Fei again, two of them were particularly dazzling, Gu Fei tilted his head slightly, and saw that one of them was Mo Qingge's, her figure was reflected in her autumn water pupils, and the deepest jealousy in her eyes was like wave after wave of floods, surging to engulf her whole person.

But the smile on her face remained the same, even the curvature of the corners of her lips did not decrease a bit, and between the rhythms of her dresses, she really had the bearing of a good lady.

There is another line of sight, that is, Yue Qingbo's, the ancient scarlet ink pill, it was beyond his expectations, although he had seen the ancient scarlet ink before, but it was just a monotonous repetition of the action of hammering, monotonous and boring, because he had never seen the ancient scarlet ink making in a complete way, and in the Mo family, he was always a foreign surname, and the ink room still could not be frequent.

He remembered what Gu Fei said that day-

Do you think I'm not as good as others, not as good as Mo Qingge, I will tell you to see, the head of the tribute and ink crown is none other than my Gufei......

The words are still sonorous, and today, she is really out of the limelight.

He always thought that Gu Fei's talent was not as good as Mo Qingge, and he would occasionally have hot eyes or resentment in his heart, but this was also inevitable for ordinary people, so he never thought about it. Gu Feiyuan also had such a high-profile day, and what she said did not seem to be without purpose.

At this moment, he was faintly shaken in his heart. felt that he should believe what Gu Fei said, but after a little calm, he still felt that the power of one person could not be compared with the family, Mo Qingge was the eldest daughter of the family. Since childhood, his attainments in ink making must be beyond the reach of others, that is, Gu Fei, which should be slightly inferior.

How Gu Fei didn't know Yue Qingbo's thoughts, but she didn't care at all now, no matter what he thought, what did he have to do with her?

After the ancient scarlet, it is the sixteenth wooden card, perhaps there is the dragon incense ink pill in the example, and the subsequent ink pill display has made several famous craftsmen feel tasteless. It's like you inadvertently eat a peerless dish, and after you have tasted it, you can use the others, even if it is good, it is not comparable to it.

However, Gu Fei is serious about it, the masters who can enter this round of competition all have their own strengths, she is like a dry desert, desperately absorbing rain and dew.

By noon, half of the masters in the audience had not yet come to the stage. As soon as the master craftsmen discussed, they invited everyone to go up to the pavilion and enter the shady place in the backyard to rest for a while.

In the Simo Fang, a cook has already been instructed. Since a few days ago, he began to buy a large number of ingredients, and when he saw that everyone was coming, he motioned to the men and maids to quickly nod their heads, and then the strong Yacha moved dozens of round tables in, and placed them one by one, and the various ink-making masters sat down at will.

But basic. Respecting the difference between men and women, most of the masters spontaneously set aside one or two tables for the women to sit down.

There are not many women who can make ink, and they can't even sit at two tables.

Mo Qingge sat down next to Gu Fei with a smile, her face was bright, she pulled Gu Fei with great affection, and opened her mouth to say, "Sister Afei, I haven't seen you for two years, you are so powerful, a few days ago, my father was still saying, let the eldest sister invite you back to the Mo family." ”

Gu Fei sneered at the hand that was being held, she quietly pulled it out, and slowly took out the handkerchief in front of the two tables of female ink masters, wiped and wiped it, until the skin on the back of her hand was pink, and she stopped.

Mo Qingge is also a tolerant person, Gu Fei's obvious disgust action, she can even pretend not to see it, and only look at Gu Fei with a tolerant gaze, as if Gu Fei is a humanoid child who is ignorant and angry, and she is helpless, more tolerant and considerate.

Bearing, high and low.

Immediately, someone looked at Gu Fei's brows and frowned.

Where does Gu Fei care about this, what she said is not good, even if the people on the side die to her face, she can not blink an eye.

After the dazzling dishes came up, Gu Fei picked up the chopsticks, wiped and wiped them with the clean handkerchief of the other side, and then took some of his favorite food, chewed it in small bites, and ate it slowly.

Mo Qingge had already turned his head and chatted softly with others, occasionally glancing at Gu Fei, and the helpless smile on the corner of his mouth deepened.

After a meal, a large part of the female ink masters at the basic two tables looked at Gu Fei with dissatisfied eyes, and only a few of them had scrutiny and interest in their eyes.

Gu Fei glanced at those people, and with a wave of her hand, the nightingale pushed the wheelchair back to the arena of the competition, looking for a shady place to wait first, she was also impatient to fight with Mo Qingge during the banquet, with that kung fu, it was better to see the real chapter in her hands.

didn't wait long, the master who came over one after another after eating, and some of them waited to see Gu Fei, and wanted to come forward to talk, but when they saw her half-closed eyelids, they didn't look like they were talking.

Half an hour later, just as the fight was about to continue—

"The King of Joy has arrived!"

In the distance, the eunuchs sang a sharp harmony, and the tail note was long, like an old footcloth.

Several famous craftsmen on the pavilion platform immediately hurriedly stepped off the stage, lifted their robes, stood in front of everyone, and bowed down to Luan Jia, who was shrouded in white gauze, and shouted, "I've seen the ...... of King Xiaoyao"

Gu Fei followed the crowd, she couldn't kneel, so she had to bow her head and talk about her thoughts.

She squinted her eyes and watched the four people come in with a raised Luan, and the white veil hanging from the top covered the Luan car tightly, and could only be distinguished from the vague shadow, and there was a person lying half-lying in it.

"No courtesy," a weak voice came out of the veil, followed by a slight gasp, "You don't have to be formal, this king is just curious, so he stopped by to see how the ink pill is a competition." ”

Several famous craftsmen greeted each other for a while, and then invited Xiaoyao in, and added an extra table on the pavilion platform to facilitate the Xiaoyao King to sit down.

What do you think. I didn't appreciate it, he motioned to the guards to put Luan on the platform, next to Huo Qi's position, and Shi Shiran looked out through the white veil.

After the vignette. The fight continues.

When Gu Fei saw King Xiaoyao, she remembered what happened in the palace that day, and when she thought of what You Hu said, she was not in a good mood for a moment, and she was not so focused even when she looked at the ink pills, and she leaned lazily on the soft back of the wheelchair. His gaze swept over Luan, and then he looked sideways at Mo Qingge.

Mo Qingge's cheeks were slightly red, with the shyness of a girl's love, Gu Fei's heart was clear, I was afraid that King Xiaoyao was here for Mo Qingge.

Just when she thought so, she saw Mo Qing singing with an ink cartridge in her arms and walking up to the pavilion.

Her beautiful face was like a charming gem in the warm sunlight, with slightly drooping eyes and a half-lowered chin, revealing a beautiful side and a half-cut neck. Step by step, the skirt swayed like water waves, and it brought out an incomparable style from her.

I have to say that even if it is a Zi Kite, it can't be compared.

She got on the stage, first saluted to the King of Joy and the famous craftsman, and then waved her hand to let the maid spread out the long white paper on the stage, and she began to grind, her little finger was slightly warped, her movements were not hurried or slow, and the rhythm was moderate. The end is grinding in Mo Qingge, and it is pleasing to the eye.

Immediately afterwards, I saw that her lips were slightly opened, and her mouth was like a warbler and a bird. With a cuckoo-like reverberating voice, "Guan Guan Ju Dove, in the River Island." My Fair Lady, Gentleman ......"

As she sang, she continued to grind the ink, only to see that after a while, several inkstones were placed on the table. No one knows what Mo Qingge is going to do.

"Jagged wattles, flowing left and right. My Fair ......"

When she began to sing for the second time, in the gentle and light wind-like singing, she pulled up her wide water sleeves, turned her posture, and splashed the ink of the inkstone in her hand like rain.

The lotus step moves lightly, she seems to be stepping on some strange rhythm, which only makes people feel that the posture is as comfortable as flowing water, and there is no trace of fireworks, it is really like the beautiful scenery that comes out of the ink painting.

She did it in turn, and with each sentence she sang, she took an inkstone and splashed the ink out as quickly as possible.

The actions seemed to be casual, but in that casualness, Gu Fei saw the law.

Mo Qingge must first step with his left foot every time, and then turn around one and a half times, drag the skirt of the water sleeve, take the inkstone, sprinkle half of it, and then take a step, like a light spirit bird flying up, and then sprinkle ink, turn around and face it, and then repeat it.

"Tsk, Mo Qingge really has a few moments." Zi Kite, who had been standing behind Gu Fei without saying a word, would praise.

Even if there is hatred, this will make Gu Fei feel the same way.

"If the slave is not mistaken, Mo Qingge is painting in the way of splashing ink, how can she still sing poems to help the fun, supplemented by simple dance music, plus she is already stunning, yes, doing it like this, it will only make people feel very good-looking." Zi Yuan split Mo Qingge's movements one by one and explained to Gu Fei.

Gu Fei nodded, she kept rubbing the armrest of the wheelchair, but her eyes fell on the ink pill for a long time.

The ink pill is simply round, the gold line depicts the dragon and the phoenix, and the most peculiar thing is that on the carved dragon's body, each piece of scale armor is red with purple color, which is refracted by the sunlight at different angles, and can also show another red color, like blood.

Gu Fei's brows furrowed, and she was habitually thinking about how the ink pill could be made like this.

Here, as soon as Mo Qingge ended, there was a "pop" high-five in the white veil of Luan's driving.

Then there are the master craftsmen, as well as the many ink masters below, all of whom should be applauded with applause.

Mo Qingge humbly and politely saluted everyone again, and then asked the maid to twist up the white paper that had been laid out on the ground at first.

Everyone saw two zhang to the long white paper, with a bold freehand technique splashing ink into a painting, on the picture, the shades of color are different, layer upon layer, gradually replaced, is actually a landscape ethereal Milky Way flying ink painting.

The whole picture is very atmospheric, the long Milky Way Waterfall seems to fall from the nine heavens, the steep mountains, the perseverance of the pines and cypresses, and the pavilions hidden in the mountain streams or hidden or in the spot, all of which are full of needles.

I have to say that although Mo Qingge is not very talented in ink making, he is indeed a good hand in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

As far as Gu Fei knows, in Dajing, he can use such a bold method of splashing ink to paint such a majestic ink painting, and he can really count ten fingers on one hand.

"Someone, frame the painting of Miss Mo, this king will definitely hang it in the palace of the palace, and you can see it day and night." The King of Freedom is even more simply, as soon as he opens his mouth, he directly takes the painting for himself.

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